a story of a New Age Boys High School with firm discipline by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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GETTIN IT HARD AT BOYZ SPANKIN HIGH SCHOOL by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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STUDENTS Darren Barnes, 14 Scott Alanson, 16 Bobby Peters, 13 Matthew (Matt) Janderman, 17, student and Spanker Joshua Tiermann, 16 Jason Zaner, 15
SCHOOL STAFF Kendall Roderdan, Ph.D., Headmaster of Roderdan High School
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(From this chapter)
"You're going to cane the poor boy?"
"Yessir--well, not exactly cane him, I didn't want to break the skin, so I've decided to use a switch on him."
"This will be a private punishment?"
"Semi-private, sir. I'm calling for five of his classmates to observe. If the day weren't so rushed, I'd get more."
"Naked, I presume?"
"Yes, the lot of them, sir."
. . .
(Idea for a future chapter) (Chapters not written ahead)
"No, please! It hurts! Don't tighten it any more!" the well- built 16-year-old said, his voice strained, the sweat running off him in rivers. Josh was one of the cuter ones.
"You tryin' to cut a deal?"
"I'll do anything sexual you want."
"You already said that."
"I mean--with ANYONE . . . that you want."
"Oh--you'll put on some shows for me, huh? Yeah--some hot, late-night dorm scenes, some public sex, spankings in my study with a bunch of hot guys around, all ages. Not bad. I'll even make it easy on you and do it all on the weekends. But you'll have to wear a chastity belt during the week. I'll flog you now, and you got a deal."
"Oh, God!"
"If I like the way you take it, twenty lashes. If not, THIRTY."
"How do you like guys to take it?"
"Ha! You first, boy!" ____________________________
CHAPTER 1
THE NEW CORPORAL PUNISHMENT ORDER (AS REPORTED IN THE PRESS)
At a time when most of Europe became more liberal, the U.S. instituted a new government that, among other sweeping changes, now has all boys schooled in resident institutions for males only --with strict discipline, including generous amounts of corporal punishment. All girls are now home schooled. This ruling has been in effect for over 90 days.
Parents nationwide who have visited their sons as late as last week, say they have no complaints. "He said his butt hurts, and it looked a little bruised, but his attitude is so much better now, and he seems happy," said Robert Tiermann, who has his only son, Joshua, currently attending Roderdan High School, the foremost such school in the country.
All schools, public and private, have been converted to the new injunction. This came by a joint proclamation of the New Age United Council and the National Crime Prevention Bureau. The boys will receive a regular academic education and a thorough sexual education, consisting of formal training and sex among themselves. This mandate was established to encourage sex between males in order to reduce crime and the overall population.
Some feared that it would be difficult to get the boys to participate in single-gender sexual activities, but school officials say they've had no problem so far getting the students to cooperate.
Furthermore, the new schools have adopted many of the former British disciplinary practices and a good portion of their unique speech--with a few exceptions. The term 'spanker' has taken the place of 'prefect,' (an older student authorized to supervise and discipline younger students). All boys must be on campus twenty- four hours a day, and sleep in the dormitories provided. Politeness, obedience, and good schoolwork are demanded of all students. Procedures are in place to enforce the demands.
Punishment or other penalty for misbehavior or breaking a rule is prompt and severe as circumstances permit. Allowance is made for delayed penalties, at the discretion of the school's headmaster. Society approves of the sex and harsh methods at the schools. According to Kendall Roderdan, Ph.D., Headmaster of the most prominent of such schools, "The students respond very well to the new disciplinary methods and are content with the sexual arrangements. We are pleased with their performance and cooperation, and we see this opinion echoed by the parents."
--New Voice Times, November 30, 2012.
AS IT BEGINS--MATTHEW'S THOUGHTS
'Leave it to Roderdan to make everything sound rosy. Those "disciplinary methods" were mostly guys like me who whacked and slapped butts half the day. The sex was necessary to keep the students' tension level below that of a breaking chain. But it was fun to watch.
'The hard discipline also kept things calm and orderly--lavish equipment, public and private punishments, officially carried out, penitent boys with very red buttocks, at the least. I liked seeing them get it good in the classroom in front of their friends, but my private sessions were my favorite.
'Officially, the boys could refuse the punishments, but hardly anyone did. The extra hard work they would end up doing was despicably grueling. No one wanted to lift 70-pound concrete block four hours a day--naked among clothed contractors--for the new building under construction, then clean toilets and kitchens for another three hours--and still have a full school day with homework. Then be punished anyway for not performing academically. It wasn't worth it.
'But what went on behind closed doors was equally important and interesting. To get a proper feel for a boy's life at school, one must know the official and unofficial events. Some of our punishments were frightening, but we never really injured a boy beyond his natural ability to snap back after a day or so.'
MATTHEW'S ENVIABLE DILEMMA
In the middle of my duties as a Spanker, I was told to see the headmaster. I was not pleased to have an already busy day prolonged, but the boss was the boss.
"Matthew, take this new boy and show him around. He's just got off the train minutes ago. Keep him under your wing the entire week, until we can give him a proper initiation," the headmaster, Kendall Roderdan, said. We had our own train station and most students came by train from the airport.
Of all times for the head to give me extra work! The Barnes boy's butt was waiting for me--I eagerly awaited getting a good look at him naked, not to mention the creative punishment I would give him.
And this new boy, whatever his name was, looked frightened, as all new boys do. He was thin, looked to be around 13, and had a cute face. About 5 foot 3, maybe 100 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. Very cute. Hot for 13. 'At least he shows some bulge,' I thought. But he was put in my care at a very awkward moment.
"Sir, I was just about to thrash Barnes," I said to Master Roderdan, feeling my tension level soar.
"Barnes?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "My dear Matthew--do you mean darling Darren Barnes, the cute one? You're going to cane the poor boy?" Barnes was not one to get into trouble. He was nicknamed 'Darling Darren' because of his good looks and exemplary conduct.
"Yessir--well, not exactly cane him, I didn't want to break the skin, so I've decided to use a switch on him."
"A soft one, I hope."
"Yes--a nice green willow. I cut it myself."
"This will be a private punishment?"
"Semi-private, sir. I'm calling for five of his classmates to observe. If the day weren't so rushed, I'd get more."
"Naked, I presume?"
"Yes, the lot of them, sir."
"I wish I could join you, but duty calls. I suppose you and some of these boys will disappear after supper to partake of some forbidden pleasure or other?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do watch yourself, Matthew. Don't let yourself get caught by any of the other Spankers or Masters. Keep your ass covered. Use good, reliable lookouts. My authority would be useless if anyone built a good case against you. And DO set up your private video equipment, so I can watch it all and have a good . . . time."
"Yes, sir. I'll make certain. Thank you, sir." Sometimes Kendall Roderdan surprised me with his degree of concern for me.
"Thank you sir," the new boy said, his voice startling me. I'd forgotten he was there.
"What's your name, kid?" I asked, as we exited the head's office.
"Bobby Peters. I'm 13, sir. I know your name is Matthew. How old are you?" the new boy said, firing his questions rapidly.
Oh, great! He's a talker. Just what I need!
"You don't have to call me sir--call me Matthew. But not Matt--only my friends can call me that."
"Okay, and how old are you?"
"I'm 17, and you really shouldn't ask that."
"Sorry, sir. Is it still okay to call you sir?"
"Look, Bobby," I said, taking hold of him abruptly--"you can call me 'sir,' but the other boys will laugh at you for that."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks, Matthew. I like the name, Matthew. Do you like your name?"
"Just be quiet, boy!" We resumed walking. I was anxious to inflict punishment on Darren Barnes' buttocks, and headed for the punishment room.
Bobby looked and me and gulped, his smile fading. I didn't feel good about that, but at least I'd shut him up. The guilt crept in.
"Okay, Bobby. It's good that you're quiet now, but Master Roderdan wants you to ask questions about the school and what you see today. So, don't be quiet when you have a question."
"What's a switch?"
"You'll get to see that real soon."
"What's a sound thrashing?"
"You'll get to see that, too, in a minute. Shit!" I said, getting exasperated with this little blabbermouth.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No! And your questions have to be about the school and what you see here!"
Finally we arrived at the punishment room. I was angry that Barnes and his five classmates were talking. To their credit, at least they were standing. I addressed the five 'observer' boys.
"If all five of you aren't naked within 30 seconds, I'll thrash you all so hard, you'll be standing up for a month!"
"Ah!" the boys screamed in typical 14-year-old fashion.
"Ooo!" Bobby said.
'Damn, is this kid a sadist, too?'
"And YOU!" I shouted, turning to Bobby, then whispering in his ear, "You better whisper all questions while we're in this room."
Bobby nodded, the fear in his eyes worsening. I felt bad for him. I was supposedly the gentlest and most patient of all the Spankers at our high school. But today, I was falling apart, and poor Bobby was taking the brunt of my frustrations.
I am 17, 5 foot 10, 165 pounds, good-looking, popular, light- brown hair, blue eyes, with a smooth well-worked-out body. And horny as hell with all the cute bodies I got to see, spank, and feel. Not to mention cocks and balls--erect or otherwise. There were a few sexual perks that went along with my duties, though they were unofficial perks.
Ours was the premier school of the country. We were the biggest and supposedly the best. Our hallways looked like a mall. Except in the picture windows that lined our school's hallways, there were semi-public punishment sessions on display, instead of merchandise for sale. Boys from any of the four years of high school (grades 9 through 12)--Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior, (ages 13 to 19, allowing for some overlap)--could be seen getting flogged, paddled, caned, strapped or otherwise punished.
Time between classes was extended to allow all students and staff a chance to view the errant boys getting their proper thrashings through the hallway windows. Often, the punishments could be seen for half an hour or so after classes ended for the day, if there were a lot of boys to be disciplined that day.
A public punishment would be one that was witnessed by the entire staff and student body. An fully public punishment session was rare and held outdoors, where any citizen or 'member of the public' could watch the goings-on.
I have a great student job as a Spanker, and life is wonderful--so you'd think there would be lots of room in my head for a few extra duties here and there. But today I'm tired. I'd skipped breakfast--either of which can give me a short fuse.
When I saw Bobby's tears, I knew I had to take him to the next room alone and do something. Thirty seconds had passed and the five students--all 14-year-olds--were naked.
I took the strap I had hanging from my tool-belt and cracked it on two of the boys' asses--the two that were trying to cover their genitals with their hands. "All observers--hands BEHIND YOUR BACK! Mr. Barnes, hands clasped behind your head." I had to keep Darren Barnes dressed for my plan to work.
In the next room with the new boy, I sat in a chair to put myself more at Bobby Peters' height. Hell, with a name like that, he's handicapped to begin with--or so I thought. The poor kid looked crushed.
"I'm sorry, Bobby," I said with a sigh. "I'm overloaded with things to do today. And, uh . . . do you want a hug?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, come here."
Bobby cried into my chest. I patted his back until he stopped and seemed to feel better. If he ever got in trouble, he would be a hard one to spank.
"You're warm," Bobby said, "and you smell good, too."
"I'm warm and I don't wear a shirt because I do a lot of physical work, and I'm hot all the time."
"Oh. You still smell good," he said, giving my cock a twinge with his big grin.
I had a feeling Bobby thought I was hot, but that needed to wait. Barnes had to be thrashed now. Then I thought the scene might be traumatic to little Bobby.
"Have you seen guys punished before?"
"N-not really."
"Well, you'll have to get used to it. Did you have sex at your old school?"
"Yeah."
"Were you guys naked a lot, there?"
"Yeah--well, not a lot."
"That's good enough. You have to be naked if you're going to watch Barnes get punished." There was no such rule, but that's one of my perks--to make any boy get naked.
"Okay," he said, pulling his clothes off expertly.
At least he wasn't shy about nudity, and seemed to obey well. I got an idea to have a few seconds of fun with him and test him out, just a little.
"I want you to get hard," I said, looking away from the kid to hide my face, which was going to break out laughing if I didn't concentrate. That was a guilt trip, too--Bobby was so innocent and here I was, ready to laugh.
"Um . . . okay."
"A nice erection will impress the five boys who'll be observing along with you. Plus, a boner will be better for you. Do you understand?"
Bobby nodded silently as he began to masturbate. The kid had dick. I guessed him to be about five inches hard. Not bad for a 13-year-old. And what a stiffie!
"That's enough, kid--you're hard. You mustn't come! You can't come without permission, you know."
"Yes, Mr. Matthew," Bobby said, a smile of pride on his face. So what--the boy was proud of his penis. I couldn't blame him.
"Just 'Matthew' will be better, boy." Another nod.
As the new kid and I reentered the punishment room, there were murmurs as all eyes focused on Bobby's erection.
"This is Bobby Peters, a new thirteen-year-old student," I said in a commanding voice.
The boys exchanged greetings, Bobby doing the best he could in his self-conscious, naked state. His embarrassment did not seem lessened by the nakedness of the others.
"You are all to learn from this," I said, proceeding to take care of the star of the current show, Darren Barnes. That was another new duty--whenever possible, teach the observers the basics of spanking and how a boy's body reacts to it. "Stand round in a circle and face Barnes," I told them.
I took off Darren's shirt and called attention to him. He looked charming bare-chested. "He is rather cute, don't you think, boys?"
"Yes," they all said, Darren blushing with them.
"Now, I need a volunteer to take off Darren's shoes and socks."
A smaller 14-year-old came forth and did this task.
"You," I said, pointing to the tallest boy, who was rather cute, "take his shorts off." The lot of them began to become erect at this point. And me with them.
The poor tall lad flushed red as he awkwardly slid the shorts off Darren. I made them all make admiring remarks about Darren Barnes' body, which had him blushing anew.
After putting wrist restraints on Barnes, I attached the chains and spread his arms. Pressing the control, Darren was raised in this position, with his legs hanging free, feet a few inches off the floor.
All the others were positioned to view Darren from the front. I let the boy hang there for several minutes with his arms uncomfortably spread, the pain of supporting his own weight in this manner becoming clear on the his face--wrought with fear, grimacing with the awful ache of strained muscle. His shoulders must have felt stung-through with pain.
I hated to do this to Barnes, but the drama would take the place of severity. The boy did not deserve harsh punishment. But the next boy on my list would.
"Take a good look at him, now. His appearance will change in a moment."
I had Darren down to just his briefs. His red face proclaimed the fierce embarrassment of the undressing he had received.
His penis must have got caught up in an odd position in the tight briefs, as it bulged out strangely. This was well noted by the other boys.
"AH!" Darren shouted as I pulled the thin underwear to the floor. I quickly disappeared behind him, making a show to the others of picking up the switch and swinging it into Barnes' vulnerable backside.
I watched the process as the whippy switch depressed and bounced off the skin, momentarily leaving no mark--but the jerk of the boy's body told everyone that he responded exuberantly to the sharp blow.
WWHHIPPP!
"Arrrrghhhhhh!"
Darren's scream was immediate. Followed by the inevitable red streak that now decorated his otherwise white buttocks.
I called the other six to view the result. Bobby was the only one smiling. The others had smirked but erased their expressions in record time.
"You can see how the color develops fast--turning darker red before your eyes." The boys nodded grimly.
"Each of you, come up and get a nice feel of Darren's fine ass, touching only the white parts, not the red welt."
"Whoa!" one boy said, a big smile on his face.
Darren Barnes wriggled in discomfort.
I gave Darren nine more lashes of the switch and gave the boys an equal number of chances to get a feel of Darren's marked and unmarked skin.
"Fasten him bent over the spanking table, you idiots!" I said, referring to Barnes. "You expect me to do all the work?"
"Sorry Matthew," the five boys said, scrambling to put Darren over the little padded table.
"And don't cut off the circulation in his wrists or ankles, or I'll whip the lot of you right here!"
Screams of raw fear filled the punishment room. Even Barnes blushed, hoping he would not meet that fate.
"Yes, Matthew," they managed to say.
"Leave a few feet of slack in the ankle ropes. I want to see his legs kick when I get going with the drilled paddle."
"Drilled paddle?" Darren Barnes shouted fearfully. I ignored the question. Cute boy Darren would find out soon enough. But then I got curious.
"Darren, do you mean to tell me that you've never had the drilled paddle--and you've spent a year at this school?"
"Yes, Matthew. Never."
Damn. That meant he probably got the switch for the first time, too. I wasn't too hard on him, anyway.
"Well then, I'm doing you a favor--increasing your knowledge and experience. Plus, the new sensations and marks on your hide should prove interesting. That's another favor I'm doing you, Barnes--think of the admiration you'll get from the other boys in the showers."
The poor lad went white. The bad part about this was Darren's damn cute looks. And he never misbehaved. Chances were that Darren Barnes was innocent of whatever he was charged with doing, and I began to ponder who may have set the boy up.
"Yes, Matthew," Darren said. His voice croaked with tension.
Too bad this wasn't a delayed punishment, where a boy would have to go through a whole day of classes before receiving his due. In those cases, the boy to be punished had to attend all his classes naked, and walk through the hall that way. Nakedness marked him as one to be on the wrong end of a thrashing.
"What did they send you here for, Bobby?"
"Masturbating. But I had permission from Master Fogersen."
"Well," I whispered closely into Darren's ear, "next time, get permission to have sex, and get a pass to a sex room."
There was no need for the boy to answer.
Barnes' five classmates had done a good job of securing him to the small spanking table. I opened the long cabinet and got the feared paddle. It was time to begin. I called for the five observer-boys, plus Bobby, to gather round.
"Understand from the outset, this is supposed to be for your enlightenment, boys! You are to learn the proper elements of a sound thrashing, and their effects on a boy's body."
"Yes, Matthew," all six voices said.
"Now," I said, leaning my elbow on the small of Darren's back, facing my audience of six, "what do you notice about this boy's ass?"
"It's very white," the tallest of the observing boys said, "where it isn't marked from the switch."
"Excellent. Darren's butt is quite unblemished. This tells us he doesn't get spanked often. It also tells us that he does not go out into the summer sun without a swim suit. What else to you notice?"
"The white part of the skin's very smooth."
"Yes. Good. Come up here, all of you, one by one, and get a good feel of the boy's buttocks. Take one cheek in each hand and examine the texture carefully."
"Uhhh," Darren said--mortified that his mates were meticulously going over his fine-looking butt.
"Yes, you, too," I said to Bobby, who looked quizzically at me. "Do as the others have done."
"Yes, Matthew," Bobby said. "Ooo, the marks are hot."
"Now--let's get a side view," I said to all of them. There was a cut-out in the table just for this.
"Damn," someone said, followed by other quiet remarks.
"As I suspected, dear Mr. Barnes has got himself a boner. Maybe he'll enjoy his paddling."
This brought laughter from all but Bobby, who looked very serious about this. His hard penis seemed to share his attentive mood.
"Now," I said, returning my elbow to the lad's back, and placing my hands on his very firm butt-cheeks, "THIS is the target area--between my hands."
Quickly, I drew the long paddle, and brought it down forcefully. A shrieking smacking sound ensued as the wicked paddle smacked into Darren's tender flesh. The way I had handled the switch, this paddling probably hurt more.
"Aaaahhhhrrrrrrrghhh!" the boy screamed.
"Notice the raised welts," I said to a shocked but somewhat aroused audience of six, "I have struck his ass at the upper edge of the target area. I will aim each stroke to strike lower and lower, into the more sensitive areas of the buttocks."
Of course, the final, most painful blows would be to the upper thighs. Poor lad.
I took note of five, fast-rising penises, the organs throbbing ever upward hastily toward erection. Bobby was still fully hard. I always thought it was wonderful that a boy's mates enjoyed seeing him suffer, and became sexually aroused at the sight.
Three more stinging blows to the lad's vulnerable bottom brought many more screams and cries.
"Do you all see how well he jumps, squirms, and screams?" I said over Bobby's vigorous complaining.
"Yes, Matthew," they said, some touching their erections--one boy inadvertently stroking his. If he comes, all the better, I thought--one more cute ass to spank.
"Who volunteers to suck Darren while I give him the last 10 whacks?"
"I do!" Bobby shouted before the others could respond. The five other boys chuckled at the 13-year-old's enthusiasm. Bobby would fit in well here--sex being one of the main features of our school.
"You? Hell, why not! Go for it, boy!" Bobby was only a year younger than the others, but what a difference in size and maturity that year made! The table's cut-out permitted fairly easy access to the victim's penis.
"Don't let him come--or you'll taste my cane!"
"I know," Bobby said with a tone of wisdom. "I can tell real good when a boy's ready to shoot!"
This renewed the other five boys' laughter.
"Yes," I said, turning to the five, "seems like he'll get along well, here."
"Can we try his mouth out before we leave?" one of them asked.
"Yes, as long as none of you comes."
Ten wicked whacks of the drilled paddle brought Darren to purple-faced howling, and his cute legs kicked with great energy and charm. His tortured screaming caused one of his mates to put fingers in his ears--such was the volume of sound coming from the unfortunate 14-year-old.
"And one for good measure," I shouted to be heard, as I landed a grueling blow, full force, on the boy's mid-thighs.
The poor lad uttered the most monumental scream. Several of them. I supervised as three of the boys rubbed the necessary lotions on Darren's well-punished backside and legs.
"Well, Darren, how was that?"
"I won't be able to sit for a week. Fuck!" I was stunned that the well-behaved Darren Barnes would say such a thing.
"A curse word! Looks like you'll have to endure a repeat of your punishment--with the birch, of course--at evening assembly!"
"OH! Please, please, Matthew! I'll do anything you say! Just don't report me! Please!" Darren begged, his classmates stifled a laugh, and the sensual wheels of my mind began to turn.
"We'll all meet in my study after supper--you, your five mates, and Bobby, here. Maybe a few good hard internal massages will help his ass feel better."
The speechless boys merely nodded, their solemnity amusing.
"Now get in line for Bobby's mouth on your cocks! Then out of here, the six of you."
Bobby seemed quite cheerful sucking on five, very anxious, wet 14-year-old erections. Barnes was excluded from this happy consequence. The recipients of Bobby's talents all praised the good work the boy had done. Unfortunately for them, they would need to wait until much later for their release.
"Chastity belts for all of you," I said sternly. This included Darren Barnes.
Naturally, they all grumbled their complaints as the awkward devices were installed and locked over their excited organs.
"See to it that you protect Darren against any mischief, or there will be nasty consequences for your backsides and balls!"
The group of five assisted Barnes out of the room.
Finally it was over and I was alone with Bobby. Now, I would have time to spend with him and treat him properly.
"I'm sure you have questions, Bobby. Now I have time to answer them all."
"Wow. I didn't think I would like seeing that, but it was really hot! Can I jerk off?"
"I'm glad you liked what you saw, but no, you can't--well, you can jerk as much as you want, as long as you don't come."
"That's no fun."
"As if you don't know the rules!" I said, chuckling at the new boy, who seemed far more relaxed than before.
"What did you think of me putting the big chastity belts on those boys?"
"I thought that was hot, too. I like chastity stuff."
"You've worn one of those?"
"Yep! I like 'em."
"You DO? You want one on you, now?"
"Sure," the boy said with a strange grin.
"But, you'll need some stimulation, first. Stand on the big table over there."
I had great fun sucking and teasing his happy endowment, sucking the good-sized cock to its maximum level of frustration.
I eagerly complied with his wish to have a chastity belt installed. It looked rather charming with his pre-cum flowing nicely through the holes in the tube.
"So, you're a masochist?"
"Yeah."
"You like to be tortured?"
"No! I like paddles, though."
"I can help you with that wish."
"Okay."
"Wait, Bobby," I said, paddle in hand, "Have you been paddled really hard? I'm talking about PAIN here."
"Yep--really, really hard."
"And you took it with no crying out?"
"No, I scream pretty loud. But I like it when it's over."
"I see." I knew what the boy meant, but never had a student come out and practically beg to be paddled. "I'll give you five. If you like all five strokes, we'll see about giving you more after the boys leave tonight--after we're through with Barnes."
"Does he like being f--um, you know--taking it up the ass?"
"Yes, he does. But like most fourteen-year olds, he can't take it for very long. Five hard fucks--no, six including you-- will be rough on him."
"Oh, God! I get to do it, too! You're allowed to say fuck?"
"In private with you boys, yes. And you're allowed to tell on me--but you'll live to regret it."
"I would never tell on you. Can I say that word--with you in private, too?"
"Yes--but ONLY you. You'll be my special boy, okay?"
"Way okay! Are you going to paddle me now?"
"Hmmm . . . I'll be doing you a favor, won't I?"
"Yep."
"And if you say anything to anyone, you'll soon have an intimate conversation with my whip!"
"Yes, sir! I mean--yes, Matthew!"
"What will I get in return for paddling you?"
"I'll suck you?"
"I'll take you to my study and see what you can do. Okay, boy, bend."
WHAPPP! I gave the cute lad five of my most forceful blows on his very cute backside. He screamed well, but when it was over, the paddling had hardly fazed him.
"Thank you."
"Are you sure you're not tricking me, boy?"
"No, sir," Bobby said, his face and voice full of fear.
"Do you have all your feeling in your ass, or did you have something happen to it?"
"I swear, I have all my feeling there."
"Now is the time to tell me the truth, boy. If it turns out you're lying about this, I'll take a hot iron to your butt!"
"I s-swear!"
"Okay--I believe you." I smiled at Bobby to relieve his tension.
"Are we going to your study now so I can suck you?"
"Anxious little devil, aren't you?"
"Yes!" the cheeky boy said. I liked him.
"And why are you so anxious?" I said, feeling exhilarated.
My question brought Bobby to a stop--mentally and physically. The boy blushed a full-faced crimson red, and became speechless.
I suppose I should have suspected he was simply attracted to me, but in the rush of things, I hadn't been thinking of that. And the poor kid didn't know what to say, probably quite sure I knew the reason as well as my own name.
"It's all right--you don't need to answer that. Relax, Bobby. Have you been through the hallways yet?"
"No."
"Ah. You have a treat in store for you. Come with me."
"What kind of treat?"
"You'll get to see boys being punished in all sorts of ways."
It was time to move on to my next assigned punishment. A very nice 16-year-old who happened to be in a lot of trouble for stealing. I was going to give it to him good, but he would meet a worse fate at full assembly next week.
"What are you going to do to him?" the new boy asked. This 13-year-old was cute as they come, but full of questions.
"This one is more serious. I'm going to cane him very hard."
"With the bad cane?"
"Yes, the senior cane."
"Will he yell?"
"He's a big boy--sixteen--but yes, he'll yell. Scream maybe."
"Can I watch?"
"Yeah, if you get naked again."
"How old are you again?"
"Seventeen. I'm a senior."
"Oh--yeah. Are we gonna have sex later?"
"Brassy little boy, aren't you?! How do you know I even want sex with you?"
"I can just tell. Will you have sex with me?"
"If you're good, maybe. If not, I'll put you in a chastity belt for a week."
"I'll be good, I promise!"
"You're only thirteen. You know how to have sex with a guy?"
"Yup. I had it a lot."
"With who?"
"My friends."
"Just friends? You musta' had a lot of friends."
"Well," the kid said, blushing, "my older brother, too--"
"We don't allow brother-sex. Is your brother here at this school?"
"No. He's at Penderton."
"Oh, a bad boy, huh?"
"Not really. My dad's trying to get him transferred here."
"How old is he?"
"Sixteen."
"Is he cute?"
"Well, I guess." The kid blushed bad this time.
"You're hot for him."
"No--well, I--"
"It's okay--you can tell me. I won't get you in trouble. You want him, don't you."
"Yeah."
"If you do me some real special favors, I might be able to arrange some meetings between you and your bro--if he gets transferred here."
"Really? like what?"
"I'll tell you later."
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That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. I'd love it if you let me know what you think. I'm easy and I don't bite. :-) --Dennis.
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I HAVE 4 OTHER CURRENT STORIES:
- Crazy for Chad
- last post APPROX. Oct. 19, 2005; High School
- Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart
- last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth
- Spankin High School Club Initiation
- last post APPROX. Oct. 16, 2005; High School; Athletics
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- My Son Drives Me Crazy
- last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest
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