I was a prefect to the stars. On site or off, wherever they were, there I was also. It was my responsibility to help the brats learn the three rs: reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic. Josh was a challenge, but I had the reputation for breaking the will of many stars before him. I had the parent or guardian sign the following contract:
We, the undersigned parent/guardian(s) for said child, do hereby request the tutorial services of Your Prefect, Inc., in the instruction of our child. The retaining of Your Prefect's services has been necessitated by the noted rebelliousness of our child. We, therefore, consent to allow representatives of Your Prefect, Inc., to employ corporal punishment as an effective means of disciplining our child. It is further agreed that we will never interfere with, or be present during, the administration of such punishments. Representatives of Your Prefect, Inc., have the right to administer this punishment whenever needed as described:
"Corporal punishment," for the purposes of this contract will be defined as the spanking (with hand or wooden hairbrush), paddling, caning, or whipping of said child on their clothed or unclothed buttocks, for an undetermined length of time at the discretion of the Your Prefect, Inc., representative. It is understood that the punishments administered will never be physically abusive, that is, the punishments will never result in the splitting of skin, bleeding, and/or evidence (such as bruising or whelps) remaining more than one week after one or more of the punishments described has been administered.
Signed Parent/Guardian(s)
Josh's parents were reluctant, but my reputation for success compelled them to sign. The next day I met Josh.
Josh was only ten when he reached stardom. With blonde hair and blue eyes, he was the Ricky Schroeder of the 90s! Trim build, light complexion, smooth, silky skin, and a firmly-rounded butt. His appearance made you love him, but his personality made you want to spank him, and spank him I did.
"Josh, I am your new prefect. It is my job to ensure you will learn. Your parents have signed a contract that, effectively, allows me to discipline you in whatever way I deem necessary," handing him the contract.
Reading the contract, Josh's eyes widen, and he looks up.
"That's right, I can spank, paddle, cane, or whip you as I see fit. Just so that we are clear on this matter, I intend to give you your first dose today. You have been slacking from your studies far too long. You will become a self-disciplined young man or you will be disciplined, the choice is yours. So that there is no doubt in your mind, I am going to spank your little, star-studded butt right now."
Pleading, "Please sir, don't do this, I will do my studies. I promise."
"It's too late, Josh. If you keep that promise, then this will be the only spanking you receive, but you will receive at least this one. Is that clear?"
Head bowed, "Yes, sir."
"OK, Josh, stand in front of me." With which instruction, Josh complied.
As I reached out to unfasten his jeans, Josh looked at my hands. I grasped the snap and, popping it open, I unzipped his pants. Slowly, I began to lower his jeans to his ankles. Then, I reached in his briefs, sliding them to his ankles. Now, Josh looked up, with pleading eyes. Gently, I positioned the ten year old boy across my lap. His smooth, firmly-rounded butt, bare and expecting, tightened for the first swat. "No, Josh, you may not tighten your buttocks, or I will use the hair brush. Is that clear?"
Letting the tension out, he sighed, "Yes, sir." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! First one cheek, then the other! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Up one side, down the other, and across! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Josh began to cry, but I wanted to make sure he understood I was serious, so I spanked him hard, fast, and continuously! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I have no idea how many licks I gave him. When I finished, the boy just laid there crying, broken, submissive.
I raised him up. Turning him away from me so I could admire my handiwork, he just stood there shivering with cries. I raised up his briefs, then jeans, and sat the boy on my lap. Surprisingly, Josh clung to me, with his head in my chest, arms wrapped around me, I heard him stutter through his cries, "No-o on-nne ha--aas ev-ver cared enough whether or not I finsihed my stt-tudd-dies to spp-pank m-m-me."