Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 20:49:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: R A D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Joel's Life in College,So Far  2

  If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21
years of age, depending on the country, you are too
young to read this and should depart from here until
you reach the legal age

  If you are offended by domination submission,
humiliation or discipline activities between young men
then you should not read this. In fact you should not
even be here.

   I ask that if you wish to reproduce this story or
part of it for anything more than your own private use
you seek and receive my permission in writing first.

 (c) axeldarke 2001


	(M/t,humil,disp,college)


  	I handed the key to Steve as I ran back into my
room.  The dread I had felt for the coming paddling
had receded while I ran because my humiliation had
been so strong.   My hardened cock had made it even
more intense.  The relief I felt when I finally made
it back was very real and for a moment I reveled in
it.

    	 My respite was very brief though because Steve
picked up the paddle and with a hard look in his eye
he motioned me over the back of the chair as before.
I bent over it and grabbed the tops of the front legs
as he had instructed.  My butt was raised into the
air, a ready target once again for his paddle.  My
dread for the pain to come returned with full force
and my whole body was gripped by
fear.

   	  The five strokes I had taken before showed me
that Steve knew how to wield his paddle. I knew it was
gonna hurt like hell.  I had taken a lot of paddlings
from my dad before and they hurt bad when he wanted
them to but Steve was a lot stronger than my dad. I
knew this was gonna be very painful and I was just
hoping I could take it.


	     As I grasped the chair legs and waited Steve
stepped over and closed the door. I was relieved by
that. At least my punishment was not going to be
completely public for all to see.

	I expected that he would begin immediately but
instead Steve came over and went down on one knee so
his head was next to mine.

	"Joel I want you to know that we don't have to go
thru with this. I can just call your dad and tell him
about your drinking and the pot and you don't have to
take this from me" he said.

    I opened my mouth to reply but he slapped my butt
and said

  " I am not done yet. I want you to understand before
you say anything that you are going to get another 20
strokes. They are going to hurt but you have earned
them and you will get them all," he said.

    He spoke with a low but deadly serious tone. I
knew he was not fooling and I was scared as hell.
Steve could see the fear in my eyes as I listened to
his words and he put his hand on my butt I think to
comfort me some.   His fingers were in my crack and
while he wasn't rubbing my hole like Todd had done I
was still stimulated by them and again, to my deepest
shame, I went hard as stone. Steve watched my cock
grow and he glared at me like I was a total and
complete fuck up.  I think I felt even more ashamed by
that than by all that had gone before that morning. At
that point I really felt like I deserved to be
punished.  I wanted to take what was coming and earn
back his respect.

   Steve stood and grasped the paddle by its handle.
He turned and rubbed it on my butt.

  "Like I said Joel you are going to get 20 strokes
today.  I know that is pretty hard but I think you
need to know we are serious here and you need to feel
what happens when you don't obey the rules." he said,
sounding a lot like my dad does when he's gonna give
me wood.

     " I don't mind if you moan or cry or whatever but
I don't want to hear begging. You're gonna take all 20
so take them like a man.  You understand?" he asked
me.

   " Yes Sir I understand, I will take it like a man."
I said in this small voice that kept breaking. I was
so damn scared I could hardly talk.

 	The first stroke scorched my poor butt and
 shocked me with its pain. I gave a groan in response
but before it was half out he'd laid on a second.
After those he laid them on much more slowly, with
maybe 5 seconds between each one. He varied the target
zone most times but he never pulled his punch on any
of them. They were full force wallops using his
shoulders and arms and I damn near blew off that chair
a couple times.

    I groaned and moaned louder after each one so that
by about 6 or 7 I was shouting. This was very much
tougher than my dad ever had been and by 10 I broke
and was sobbing my damned eyes out. I let go the legs
and covered my poor butt with my hands after number 12
and Steve stopped for a moment.


 Once again he knelt down on one knee and looked into
my face. He gave my hands a light smack and I moved
them back again to grasp the chair legs.  Steve's hand
then rubbed my sore butt.

	" Joel I am going to do the full 20 and you are going
to take them all.  Its only 8 left, you can make it.
You have done good so far." He said to me with
sympathy in his voice, but determination too.

    His hand was rubbing my poor butt and his fingers
strayed into the crack. They began to rub on my hole.
Despite the pain or maybe even because of it those
fingers had a strong effect on me and I began to
harden again. I felt so shamed by that that I let out
a new pale of tears and looked down at the floor.  I
could not look into Steve's eyes.

	 To my surprise Steve took my chin with his other
hand and turned my face up toward his.   He still had
that determined yet sympathetic look in them, and
something more too:  Almost like lust. The look of a
man in complete control and fully enjoying it.

	" Joel I know you like it when I do that and I know
why" he said.

	At the same time his middle finger slid into my hole
and he began to work it around.

	" I know you are a fagot but I don't care about that.
 I am punishing you because you've been a bad boy, not
because you're queer," he said. His finger was still
inside my hole and, despite the pain, I was enjoying
its movements inside me.

	For the next 30 seconds or so he fingered my hole and
it was incredible, like nothing I had felt before. I
was actually getting very hot despite my emotional
state or maybe because of it. Then he pulled it out
and grabbed the hair on my head with his other fist.
He raised my head with a yank that made my mouth open
with a cry of pain. As it
 did Steve thrust the finger that had been up my ass
into my open mouth.  This repulsed me and without
thinking I grabbed his arm to pull his finger out.
Steve pulled my hair harder and said

   " Get your fucking hands back where they are
supposed to be and lick me clean or it will be 20
more."

   He spoke again with that low but deadly serious
tone. I quickly grabbed the legs again and licked for
all I was worth.  I could not take 20 more!  When his
finger was licked clean to his satisfaction Steve
pulled it out and grabbed his paddle to deliver the
rest of my punishment.

	"You got 8 more coming Joel, plus 2 for grabbing my
arm. Lets just get through this and then it will be
over, OK?" he said.

	"Yes OK Sir." I replied in a tearful voice.

   	Steve lined up his paddle and laid 2 strokes on me
quickly, as he had done before.  They hurt a lot more
this time because my butt was so damn sore.  The rest
of the strokes were deliberate and slow, with 5
seconds or so between them. By the second stroke I was
weeping again and I wailed each time I felt the last
few strike me. I was sobbing and broken by the time he
was done and It was only when he grasped my shoulders
to help me to stand that I knew he had finished.

    Steve walked me over to the far corner of my room
and stood behind me rubbing my sore butt. I hurt a lot
but his hands comforted me and my hard cock, which had
deflated when the strokes began, was fully erect once
again.

    "Joel you took that well and the paddling is done.
But I want you to stand here a while and remember why
you got punished to be sure you wont do it again" he
said to me from close behind while his hands rubbed my
sore butt.

   "  I know you want to rub your sore hiney and take
it easy now but for a while I want you to stay here
and reflect. It will help you to learn from this
paddling." He spoke to me in a low tone that was both
intimate and commanding. I knew he was comforting me
but he left no doubt he was to be obeyed. Or else.

	He made me put my hands on the back of my neck and
stand facing into the corner.  I was not to move until
he returned. He said he would only be a few minutes.
He gave my butt a comforting stroke and then turned,
opened the door and left.

     	I didn't have to stand there long to resolve
never to let this happen again.  It was the most
painful paddling I'd ever had. And Steve knew I was
gay. I didn't know how but he did. I just hoped he
wouldn't tell the rest of the guys. I had been shamed
enough that day, I didn't know if I could take any
more.


	I was still weeping when he departed so it took me a
moment to realize that Steve had not closed my door.
I dared not move but I could see by the reflection in
the window that formed part of the corner I faced:  My
door was definitely open wide.  I knew that anyone who
walked past and glanced in would see my just paddled
butt and me standing there in that corner.

      	I was mortified at that prospect but no way was
I going to move. I was resolved not to give Steve any
reason for more wood and at that point I would have
stayed put even if I were on Nationwide Television.  I
just hoped he would come back soon.


Well that is part 2.  I hope that you have enjoyed it.
 I would enjoy hearing your comments,
criticism ideas or whatever.

axeldarke@yahoo.ca