Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 19:01:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gettin it Hard at Boyz Spankin High School - Chapter 1
a story of a New Age Boys High School with firm discipline
by Dennis B.
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All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely
fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places,
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coincidence.
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GETTIN IT HARD AT BOYZ SPANKIN HIGH SCHOOL
by Dennis B.
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TO THE READER: If you want to know about other stories I wrote,
please see the bottom or end of this file. I list my four other
stories there with the title, Nifty section, and date.
Thank you. --Dennis
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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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PREVIEW
(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!"
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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."
Dennis B.
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Any comments would be great! (My other stories listed below)
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:
1. Crazy for Chad
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- last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth
3. Spankin High School Club Initiation
- last post APPROX. Oct. 16, 2005; High School; Athletics
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4. My Son Drives Me Crazy
- last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest
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