It had been almost a week since we had a "kegger" at the dorm. The cops were called, and the university informed my mom. I'm just glad I wasn't due to have a visit home for awhile. If you read part 2, Uncle Bob had a paddle made for me. OUCH!

My roomate Jeff and I were doing homework one afternoon. Jeff was at the window and said "I wonder what the squad car is here for?" I walk over to the window and immediatly recognize Uncle Bob, and his partner Officer Johnson. I panic, and run for the door. Jeffie asks, "What's wrong?" "Don't ask, just make some excuse for me, why I'm not here!" I open the door, only to hear both of them already coming up the stairs, and it was a long way to run down the hall to the other exit.

I try to hide under the bed, but there isn't enough room. The only place was our closet.

Uncle Bob and Officer Johnson came in, without knocking, and asked Jeff where I was. He nervously replyed, "I dunno." The closet had a lovre door, so I could see that Uncle Bob had the paddle in his hip pocket. When I try to move back behind the hanging clothes, I knock a box down. Uncle Bob opens the closet door, and there I am, with a frightened look on my face.

"Well there you are Marco. Here I come to visit you, and you are hiding in the closet." I sheepishly come out, and Jeff doesn't what's going on.

By now, a bunch of the guys gathered at the door, wondering what these cops were doing in our room. Officer Johnson goes to shut the door, as Uncle Bob comes up to me, picks me up so I can look at him face to face, and asks, "So what's the story about the party you had here last week?" Jeff now trys to excuse himself only to find Officer Johnson blocking the door. "It's not how it sounds," I plead. "Oh I think it is." "We won't EVER do it again." "I've heard that before, and I don't want to have to do this again.

I was only wearing a t-shirt and briefs. Uncle Bob picks me up, throws me on the bed, and swiftly yanks my underpants off, pulls the paddle, with my name on it, and places me firmly across his lap. I can hear the guys at the door, and Jeff says, "Well, I guess I'll leave you guys alone." "Oh no, stick around. You might get something out of this yourself."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "PLEASE UNCLE BOB!" I now hear snickering outside the door and glance over to Jeff, and see a look of panic on his face.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! God that paddle realy puts a sting on my bottom.

I start to kick, only to find my legs restrained, and recieve a long, steady paddling. Wimpering, I beg, "Please stop! We won't ever" "I've heard that before." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

When I think my butt can't take anymore, Uncle Bob stands me up in front of him. I am vigorously rubbing my sore behind, when Uncle Bob mentions that Jeff was also involved in the party. In a panic he says,"No I was out of town!" "That's not what the dean said."

Officer Johnson wrestles him to the floor, pulls off his jeans and briefs, grabs the paddle, and puts Jeffie over his knee. "My parents don't believe in spanking!" "Well maybe that's the problem. Lack of discipline results in a lack of SELF disclipline."

Jeff's round bottom is now getting a good sound paddling and Uncle Bob now picks me up and places me, face down, on my bed, putting a pillow under me so my ass is propped up. I can see Jeff's behind turning red, and Uncle Bob unbuckling his thick leather belt. "Please, I won't ever" "That's why we're here, to make sure of that!"

The guys outside the door were laughing

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! His belt really stings, and Jeff is suffering the first spanking he ever had.

Jeff and I are humbly standing in front of Uncle Bob and Officer Johnson, rubbing our stinging bottoms. "If we have to do this again, it will be worse!"

They go out the door, and a crowd gathered and saw both of us naked from the waist down, and rubbing our butts.