Switching from public school to private school was a major ordeal for me. It happened when I was twelve years old. My parents had died in a car accident and my grandmother took me in. She said I was too good of a kid to be in public school with all of the hoodlums of todays times so she paid for my admittance into Brocks Academy for Boys.
My first few weeks there were absolutely horrible. I was what most kids called a "nerd." In other words, the only friends I had were books. I loved doing schoolwork. I loved reading. I loved everything there was about education. Mentally I was very advanced for a twelve year old. As a matter of fact, in Brocks Academy even though age-wise I was supposed to be in seventh grade, I was promoted to ninth grade – the youngest freshman in the school.
My classmates tormented me relentlessly those first few weeks. It seemed that every time I walked into the hallway someone tripped me. Every time I walked into a stairwell someone knocked my books out of my hand so they scattered down the steps. Every time I bent down to tie my shoe someone would give me a shove and Id topple head over heels. Not to mention all of the name calling. It was humiliating.
As time went on though, a few of my classmates found some good in me. Several of them began paying me to do their homework for them. It was kind of scary because we all knew that the penalty for getting caught doing things like that could be pretty severe. Students had been paddled, suspended, fined, and even expelled for things of that nature. Still though, it was worth the risk.
In addition to earning money for doing homework I soon found another way of earning money. There was a small group of ninth grade boys who were constantly getting picked on by some of the rougher kids. These boys started paying me tell lies on the older kids.
For example, one day Bobby stole some money out of the health teachers desk and hid it in Jeffs notebook. Mr. Smith checked everyones things and when he found the money in Jeffs notebook he asked him where the money came from. "I dont know.... I swear I didnt take it."
Because I was considered a braniac, teachers also thought I must have been extremely honest. Jeff sat right in front of me so Mr. Smith asked if I saw how the money got there. "Yes sir, Jeff took it. I saw him."
"Front and center Jeffrey," Mr. Smith said.
"But I...."
"Front and center NOW!" Mr. Smith yelled.
Jeff had to bend over and grab his ankles. Mr. Smith took off his belt and gave the kid five licks. When Jeff stood up he glared at me. "Jeffrey, dont get mad at Corey for telling the truth. If I find out youve laid a hand on that kid, Im going to paddle your butt again, do you understand me?"
"Yes sir," Jeffrey said.
For that one little lie I earned ten bucks. Over the course of a month I got two kids suspended, five kids paddled, and notes sent home to parents of three other students. I earned $150 in no time.
Throughout this time period though, some of the ninth graders were still harassing me. The worst one was Tommy Bateman. He was constantly teasing me about my size, slamming me into lockers, knocking books out of my hand, tripping me, pulling my pants down in the hallway, etc. I hated him with a passion.
After putting up with him for about three months I decided enough was enough. It was time to get even. "Tommy," I whispered one day in history class, "do you want me to do your homework tonight?"
"How much would you charge me?"
"Ill do it for free," I told him.
"Why would you do that? Are you trying to bribe me so Ill quit picking on your scrawny behind?"
"No, no catch. I just want to."
"All right. You can do my homework tonight but I better get a B or better or Im gonna take it out of your hide. You hear me?"
"Youll get an A."
Tommy seemed suspicious but at the same time he did think I was a nerd and probably thought I was nerdy enough to really make up an offer like that with no strings attached.
When he turned in his assignment the next day though things werent very pretty. Mr. Boggess was known for having a temper. Even though the school rules said a teacher could never administer more than five licks per offence, Boggess was known for sometimes giving twenty. He always covered his bases though – he would always think of several offences his pupil was being punished for.
"Tommy, get up here," Boggess ordered after reviewing his work.
Boggess had his paddle laying out on the desk. "Over my knee boy and dont say a word."
Tommy had no idea what was going on, but I did. Tommy also knew Boggess meant business and he had better do as he was told without asking any questions. WHACK! The first lick caused Tommy to yelp like a baby. WHACK! Boggess was using more force than I had seen him use before. Tommys face was blood red. I could only imagine how red his bottom was turning. WHACK!
Still holding the boy down Boggess said "Tommy, this paddling is for the smart allic answers you put on your homework. Tell the class how you answered the question that asked how many presidents there have been in the United States."
"I dont remember my answer Sir."
WHACK! "Dont lie to me boy." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Boggess was really lighting into Tommy and I was starting to feel kind of guilty.
"How did you answer the question Tommy?"
"I dont know sir."
WHACK!.... WHACK!.... WHACK! "Why dont you know?" WHACK!
Tommy had tears pouring down both cheeks and he mumbled "I didnt do my own homework sir. Corey did."
"You let someone else do your homework huh? Then theres five licks. Count em aloud!" Boggess spared him no mercy. WHACK! "One." WHACK...... "Two." WHACK!... "Three." WHACK!... "Fooourrrr" Tommy was boohooing. WHACK!.... "Five."
"Now go close the door Tommy and have a seat."
"Corey, get up here."
I was shaking like a leaf. Tommy was a lot bigger than I was. If Mr. Boggess could make him cry with a paddling like that I couldnt imagine how bad he could make me cry. I had been spanked by hand before – many of times – but never with a paddle and never by a man.
"Over my knee." Boggess said.
WHACK! "Owwwww!" I yelled.
WHACK! "Yowww!!!" I screamed again.
"Quiet down...." WHACK!!!! He applied even more force than before to emphasize that I was to take it like a man.
I didnt make a sound that time. I just took it. WHACK!.... "You....." WHACK!! "should...." WHACK! "never....." WHACK! "do....." WHACK! "someone...." WHACK!... elses..... WHACK!.... homework.... WHACK! do.... WHACK! you.... WHACK!.... understand.... WHACK! me.....? WHACK!
My butt was stinging something horrible. "Yes Sir, Im sorry!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I wasnt screaming anymore, but I kicked my legs something awful. I wasnt really trying to get away, just hoping the pain would lessen up some.
While he was still holding me over his knee Mr. Boggess said "youve gotten some other kids in here in trouble recently too havent you?"
"No sir."
Mr. Boggess lit into me for lying to him. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Tell the truth."
"Yes sir, I have."
WHACK! "Thats what I thought."
I felt like every eye in the room was on me. Actually thats because every eye in the room was on me. I couldnt decide which was worse. The pain or the humiliation of having fifteen boys staring at me getting an over-the-knee paddling and lecturing at the same time.
WHACK! WHACK! "Name every kid youve gotten in trouble." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Bryan, Tommy, Eric, Aaron, Michael, Dustin, Chris, and Seth."
Boggess stopped whipping me for a minute and addressed the class. "Okay guys, you heard it from his own mouth. This boy has been trying to get you all in trouble. What kind of punishment do you think he deserves?"
"Suspension!" One yelled out.
"Expulsion!" Cried another.
"A bare-bottomed butt busting!" Demanded a third guy, followed by lots of applause.
"You fellas know Im not allowed to pull his pants down and whip him on the bare..... "
"We dont tell on you! Well swear you didnt do it."
The whole class practically begged for me to get my bare bottom busted and swore up and down they wouldnt say a word.
The next thing I knew Mr. Boggess literally stripped me naked right there in front of everybody, took me back across his knee and wore me out with the paddle of his.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I had never witnessed or even heard of anybody getting a whipping that hard before. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tried blocking my buttocks with my right hand but Boggess grabbed a hold of my arm and held it behind my back. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You just keep right on squirming boy and Im going to beat you even harder. You know you deserve this. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Tommy, come up here."
Tommy looked down at the ground – I think he was afraid he was going to get another beating.
"Corey stand up for a minute."
I hated to stand up – everyone could see my genitals. I covered myself up as best as I could with my hands.
"Tommy take my seat. Now Corey you bend over his knee."
"Tommy, since you just took a pretty bad licking because of this boys lies you have my permission to spank his behind with your hand. Let him have it good or Im gonna whip you next."
"Youre all mine now boy!" Tommy laughed. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Tommy gave me ten licks on my right cheek that burned like fire after the severe paddling I had just taken. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The next five were on the left cheek. Then he switched and gave me another fifteen on the right before Mr. Boggess told him that was enough "for one day."