There were 5 of us at the school as far as I could tell. We'd all done something to get there, something bad, but, I won't go into specifics. They just aren't important at this point. What mattered is that we were there, and there was nothing we could do about it.
The other four fellows were nice, as far as I could tell. 3 of them were older, and one was younger than me.
Paul was the oldest, or eldest as he said it. He was a big man, covered in white hair from head to toe. His face was covered in a well trimmed beard and mustache, and his chest hair was always peaking out of the top of his collar. He was one of the nicest men I've ever met, and was constantly laughing. As far as I could tell he was about 58 or 59, though he'd never tell us his age.
Joseph was the next oldest at 46 years of age. He was balding on top but he too was covered with hair all over his body. His arms were especially furry, as were his legs and backside as I'd later find out. He was kind of gruff on the exterior, but once you got to know him he was a kind man.
Goodman was about 30 years old. He was fairly chubby and pale. He had red hair and a generally light complexion. He always kind of looked sad, but we never knew why. None of us really wanted to be there, but it was obvious he definitely did not. His first name was Joe, but to avoid confusion with Joseph, we called him by his last name.
I'm Tony. I'm 25 years old, and of Italian descent (as you can tell from the name). I'm fairly hairy, and have an olive tone to my skin. I have a full beard, and short cropped hair.
The youngest of the bunch was Steven. He was only 18 years old, and as smooth as a baby. He was a swimmer in highschool, and kept himself shaved all over. He had blondish hair and blue eyes, and was a really attractive guy. He looked like he should be a model in a GAP ad or something. A real "kid next door" type of guy.
So, that's it for introductions. We met in class that first day, and became fast friends. We had to stick together because the teachers at this school were real hard asses. We slept in the same room, showered together, ate every meal together, got punished together. We basically became a family for that 2 and a half months we were there.
I kind of glided over the punishment thing there didn't I? Yes, we got punished at this school. And it was a very frequent occurrence. And somehow, the teachers knew just how to push each of our buttons. Well, I'll get to that in the next couple chapters. Afterall, spanking was a HUGE part of our lives at the Adult Boarding School.