Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 23:35:05 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Treville Pt.7

This is my third part of Treville. Remember parts1-4 are posted but the
author is Stephen.

Stephen and I are happy for you to download this to read, but remember it is
copyright so no selling it for profit.

As always, please don't read this if you are underage for your country or it
is illegal. We wouldn't want you to get into trouble.


				 Treville
				 Chapter 7

"Franklin, I am disappointed in you, while I have been trying to look after
two houses you have been slacking and let me down. Nat, you are dorm captain
so most responsibility rests with you."

Nat looked ashamed having let Paul down.

"I'm sorry Mr. Marsden."

"Not good enough. You have been behaving like a small boy. I think you
should be punished like a small boy. Tell me how I should punish a ten year
old Nat, instead of a young man."

"I guess you should put me across your knee Mr. Marsden."

"I guess I should as well."

"Ok Franklin's. You are going to decide the number of slaps Nat gets with my
bare hand. I will take the average of all your choices and any of you that
are below the average will get that number of slaps minus the number you
chose. You do your own maths."

"Willy."

"Oh er six Mr. Marsden

"Pathetic."

"Craige."

"Thirty Mr. Marsden."

"Ouch, Patterson."

"Twenty Mr. Marsden."

"Joe."

"Ten Mr. Marsden.

Paul noted them all down, added them divided by 23 and had an average of
sixteen

"Craige, you were the highest so you will help me administer them. You first
Nat while my arm is still strong."

Nat looked decidedly uncomfortable, and his discomfort got worse.

"Little boys don't wear clothes for punishment. So strip Nat, naked.

Leaving Joe out of the equation because he and Paul were lovers, Nat and
Craige were the best hung guys in the dorm. Paul was tempted to have Craige
naked as well and get him to administer Nat's sixteen but his better
judgement prevailed.

Paul carried a chair down to the lockers and sat down facing the cadets now
in their traditional position facing the punishment site.

Nat was blushing as he bent over Paul's knees.

"Spread your legs wider Nat."

As he did so Paul pulled him further across his knees crushing Nat's cock on
his thigh. He administered ten very hard slaps on Nat's bottom very quickly
making Nat howl with the shock of it.

"Stand up Nat, take my place Craige and administer the other six. If I think
they are too soft you will get ten with the paddle."

Craige didn't want the paddle so he apologised to Nat while he stroked his
bottom, getting a solid erection while doing it, well Nat did have a very
cute butt.

Six more as hard as Paul's had been and Nat was barely able to stop the flow
of tears.

"Stand up Nat and face your fellows. Apologise to them for being slack and
for the loss of privileges they will all suffer because of it."

Paul allowed Craige to punish the others apart from Willy and Joe. All of
them naked and all causing Craige's erection to dribble copious amounts of
pre-cum.

"Willy, ten for you for being a woos. Joe, six for you for the same reason.
Sit down Willy. Joe, over his knee. Six Willy."

Willy burst into tears.

"I can't smack Joe Mr. Marsden he's my friend."

"Who do you think smacks the hardest Willy, you or me."

"You Mr. Marsden."

"So who would you like to smack Joe's bottom. You or me?"

Willy was still crying and Paul found it difficult not to laugh. He didn't
think Joe knew he had even been spanked when Willy finished and Paul knew
Joe would be the same with Willy.

Nobody complained that Joe and Willy got it easy making Paul realise that
these two little lads were under the protection of the remainder. What a
difference for Joe from the arrogant little shit who arrived here. Willy of
course had always been the smallest weakest and youngest so everybody wanted
to look after him.

"Craige, my room now, Willy, you when Craig leaves, Joe when Willy leaves.
The remainder of you the playing field in sports gear and run laps until I
tell you otherwise."

In Paul's room Craige was surprised to be told to strip. Paul held up his
cum soaked jock after Craige had removed it and asked what he thought this
was.

"I'm sorry Mr. Marsden, those guys are such little hotties I couldn't help
getting hard spanking them. If you had let me loose on Willy and Joe I would
probably have orgasmed "

Paul was smiling as Craige blushed.

"You had better see if you can complete the action then just thinking about
it. On my bed, relax."

Paul loved playing with Craige's balls and butt while Craige jacked off
cumming very quickly after his earlier arousal. He dressed quickly and left
with a huge grin on his face and a  "Thank you Mr. Marsden, you're the
tops."

Paul was sat on his bed when Willy came in looking nervous.

"Sit next to me Willy."

Once in place Paul put his arm around Willie's shoulder and hugged him.

"I just wanted to tell you I think Joe is lucky to have a friend like you
and I thought you might like a little cuddle."

Willy blushed but snuggled into Paul's arms with a contented sigh on his
lips.

"I guess we all get a little starved of affection here don't we youngster?"

Once again Paul thought that this boy was in the wrong place.

"Off you go, one lap of the playing field and then back here, bring the
remainder with you."

Joe was last in and Paul just wanted a kiss and cuddle from his cute
boyfriend.

"I wish we could be together more Joe, I really do love you."

Joe was four years older than Willy but just as much in need of the
affection so lacking in this environment. Some of the hard nuts needed the
cane or paddle but Willy and Joe were definitely not two of them.

Realising how many soft spots he was developing for his boys began to worry
Paul. Paddlings dropped off to almost nothing but the boys were still tops.
A few punishment sessions for masturbation were about all Paul administered
and even those were much fewer because of the frequent extra five minutes in
the shower with no supervision that Paul rewarded them with.

That had to change after one incident. Or more precisely Paul had to be a
little devious in his allowances to the Franklin's.

The new Instructor for Jefferson came looking for Paul after rec. and found
all of his dorm wanking madly in the showers.

"What the fuck are you lot doing? By your beds, now. Where is your
instructor?"

A chorus of don't knows followed.

"In that case I will carry out punishment. Turn round and bend over the end
of your beds."

The instructor grabbed Paul's paddle and went down the two lines of cadets
administering a hard smack with the paddle to each bottom. He was half way
round the second time when Paul walked in.

"What the fuck are you doing Steve?"

"I caught all your crew wanking in the shower. You weren't here so I'm
administering punishment."
Paul looked at his watch.

"Franklin's, back in the showers. You have ten minutes to be ready for
supper. Steve outside."

"But what about that lot?"

"Outside."

"Ok, first things first. You never administer punishment to my crew, not
ever, no matter what provocation. Second, what were you doing in my dorm
anyway, are your cadets so perfect they don't need supervision?"

Steve blushed. "No, well."

"Well nothing. In ten minutes time you could have talked to me in the mess
hall. Now I suggest you leave me to sort Franklin out and go and put your
own house in order."

Paul then stomped back into his dorm. Several of the boys were still wanking
and looked very embarrassed as Paul walked in. Despite his anger he grinned
and as he walked into his room to change he said.

"The longer you spend in there the less time you have to dress."

They happily finished wanking and were dressed by the time Paul re-emerged.

"Jefferson's Instructor has posed a problem for us. In future when I leave
you alone to shower, I want one of you on a roster Nat, to keep an eye out
for intruders. That's not to say of course that I condone any
mis-behaviour."

The last was said with a broad grin on his face.

"If you are asked, you received the balance of your punishment before
supper. So as you leave I am going to paddle you."

None of them felt the quick swat they got from Paul on the way to supper.

Steve sat next to Paul at supper and after watching the Franklin Cadets for
a while said to Paul

"They don't look very unhappy with their punishment Paul."

"No I guess I'm going to have to go back to the cane, the paddle obviously
doesn't worry them as much."

"Come over to my dorm after supper and watch me administer punishment. My
guys know they have been paddled when I do it."

Steve was patently surprised and pissed off when Paul walked into Jefferson
with him after supper. All of the cadets crowded round him and welcomed him.
Ben Sherman was the cheekiest.

"Hello Mr. Marsden have you come to punish us tonight?"

Paul replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"Only if you are on the punishment list Ben, and you know I would have to
impress your instructor so you would definitely feel it."

Ben looked a little embarrassed at that comment and blushed.

"As it happens Paul he is on punishment. He is still dorm captain but he let
me down badly today so he is in for six of the best. I would be delighted if
you would like to administer them."

"What heinous crime did he commit then Steve, so that I can judge how hard
to paddle him."

"He deliberately kept all the Jefferson's to the pace of the slowest on the
run this afternoon so that no one would get paddled."

"I don't understand."

"On Kurt's suggestion I always paddle the last four home in any activity, it
makes them put in that bit of extra effort."

"You know if I did that Steve young Williams would have a permanently
bruised ass. He is always last but probably puts in twice as much effort as
the others. The more bruised these boys butt's the worse they are going to
perform. You will end up like your predecessor, tons of bruising, miserable
moral and Jefferson last at everything. That said, if Ben organised passive
disobedience then he deserves paddling."

"Why didn't you talk to you instructor Ben, he isn't the same as
Bartholomew, he's human."

"I didn't think Sir, I'm sorry."

"In that case Steve I'll be happy to paddle Ben for you. My method or
yours?"

"Oh yours I think Paul."

"Ok Jefferson's. Assemble for punishment."

Paul watched them form a semi-circle at the end of the dorm by the lockers.

"You know your place Ben, face your fellow cadets."

When he was in place Paul stood beside him.

"Socks and shoes first Ben."

Ben looked a little cockeyed at Paul but did as he was told.

"Shirt and shorts next."

When he was stood in just his jockstrap Ben was ready to turn round but Paul
stopped him.

"Now your jockstrap."

Ben did nothing.

"You know the routine Ben, every second your jockstrap remains on you get an
extra swat.  One, Two."

Ben fell over in his haste but was eventually stood hands covering his
genitals.

"At ease Ben. "

Paul allowed everyone to get a good look at Ben naked before stroking his
pubic hair and saying.

"You behaved like a naughty boy instead of a maturing young man and Dorm
Captain so I'm going to punish a naughty boy. You boy, get Sherman's shaving
gear."

When it arrived Paul told Ben to put his hands behind his head.

"Right lad, shave his pubes."

Ben blushed bright red as he started to get an erection. He couldn't help it
with his cock being manhandled. Paul remembered how gorgeous Ben's cock was
and cursed himself for not doing the shaving himself.

"Turn round Ben, legs wide apart and bend over the locker."

When he was in position Paul told two other cadets to spread Ben's ass
cheeks as wide as they could so that his crack could be shaved. Ben's hard
went down very quickly at this further embarrassment.

"Please no Mr. Marsden."

"Please yes Ben. You have let down Mr. Baxter, you must support him as his
dorm captain and you
haven't."

When Ben was hairless Paul told him to walk down the line of cadets and bend
over in front of each one pulling his cheeks apart and asking them to check
that he had no hair. They all did with pleasure and by the time twenty three
cadets had stroked his cheeks and down his crack Ben was sporting another
very hard cock.

"Now do the same with your front Ben."

Again everyone had a feel, most of them giving Ben's cock a quick wank. As
Paul checked Ben for himself Ben shot a load of boy juice. Every body
clapped until Paul smashed the paddle down on a locker.

"That's enough. Punishment position Ben. Call out the number of each stroke
and follow that with an apology to Mr. Baxter."

Paul delivered eight very hard swats with the paddle breaking Ben at six.
When Paul finished Steve Baxter was mouth agape. Ben was crying like a
little boy

"Jesus Paul, how come the Franklin's walk so well if you paddle like that?"

"I don't paddle Steve I cane and the Franklin's don't have bruised butts
because punishment is rare now. They work hard for me, give me no trouble
and are rewarded. Ben, tell Mr. Baxter how many of you I punished while I
was your temporary instructor.

"None Mr. Marsden because you looked after us and we looked after you."

Steve just shook his head but lined up his other punishment candidates. Paul
left to return to Franklin.
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Steve Baxter wasn't gay but he did find these cute young guys fascinating.
He decided that paddling them naked was quite sexy and there was no doubt
that Paul Marsden knew how to get maximum humiliation out of a situation. He
was sure Ben Sherman would now be a first class Dorm Captain. He had also
noticed the tenting of almost all the cadets' shorts as they watched Ben's
punishment. Of course stroking his butt and his cock would probably be a
turn on for any hot-blooded male.

Giving the humiliation angle some more thought Steve decided that was the
best route to go after Paul's comments about bruised butt's spoiling his
dorm's performance. He disliked intensely coming second to Franklin all the
time, or worse, third when Kirk's bunch beat him. That of course didn't
happen very often because Kirk was a real exponent of the paddling art so
many of his boys were bruised slowing them down.


The following evening the opportunity arose. A real hard nut who usually
managed to get others into trouble with his bad behaviour failed kit
inspection. Wayne Grant was a Southern boy with a real attitude problem. He
was only sixteen but one of the biggest cadets on the camp, a bully and a
foul mouthed lout. As far as he was concerned a paddling was a badge of
honour but his weakness Steve realised was that he was proud. Hit his pride
and he would soon knuckle under.

The Kit failure was because his sleeping shorts were not folded correctly to
display his name. On closer inspection Steve could see the cum stains on
them. The chances were high that the boy had a wet dream, no chance he had
actually jacked off in them. Again quite deliberately Steve had no other
cadets for punishment that night.

"Cadets for punishment, end of the dorm. The remainder of you form a single
line usual place."

Already working. Grant looked very uncomfortable stood in front of everyone
else by himself.

"I think you have found some way to masturbate without undoing your shorts
Grant."

A look of shock on Grant's face and Steve noticed an inquisitive look on the
  other twenty-three faces. God, that knowledge would be worth a Kings
ransom.

"Definitely not Mr. Baxter."

"In that case Grant, perhaps you would like to tell us all how you have cum
stains all over the inside of your sleep shorts."

Getting better, Grant looked increasingly uncomfortable. He couldn't admit
to having a wet dream that was almost as bad as peeing your pants.

"No idea Sir." Grant sounded less arrogant than Steve could remember.

"Well Grant, You must have peed yourself then."

The boy was open mouthed with shock and it got worse, every other cadet was
sniggering.

"Definitely not."

"Hmm, well I have to assume because of the evidence that you peed yourself
so I will ask Reverend Jackson to get me some adult diapers and we will put
you to bed each night in one."

Grant was blushing now.

"No Sir, please not that. Perhaps I had a wet dream."

"Ah, so your disgusting mind works in your sleep as well does it, just like
a little boy. Well in that case I am going to make you look like a little
boy and treat you like a little boy. Strip Grant."

Steve was pleased as punch so far. Grant was quite hairy.

"Jock strap as well Grant. Little boys are punished naked."

Lots of pubic hair and when Steve walked behind him he could see lots of
hair in the boy's ass crack.

"Sherman, get Grant's shaving gear. Grant, on the table on your back. Razek,
get the scissors from the first aid kit."

Grant didn't want to plead, that would hurt his pride, he didn't want to
lose his pubes either that would be embarrassing. Particularly when he
thought about the glee with which he had teased other cadets with no hair

"Razek, cut the long hair. Sherman use the razor to make him smooth like a
baby. You should be good at it Mr. Marsden having cleared your hair
recently."

Ben blushed but enjoyed his task.

"Grant, open your legs wide. The rest of you gather round the table."

Looking good. When the front was finished Steve played his ace, instead of
turning grant over he detailed two other cadets to pull his legs back and
wide opening up his ass wider than any other position. To add to it he had
two other caderts pull the cheeks apart even further while the shaving was
going on. This was way more humiliating than what Paul had done with
Sherman. Steve intensified the humiliation by having Grant's legs shaved as
well terminating the action by having all the other cadets feel him up.

"Keep his legs where they are. Two more of you hold his arms tight.
Punishment Grant is six for wasting my time and four for failed kit
inspection."

Steve realised he could get maximum force to each buttock simply by moving
about a foot forwards or backwards. He delivered two extremely hard ones to
grant's right buttock followed very quickly by two equally powerful ones to
his left. No chance that Grant would take those quietly. He screamed and
didn't stop until Steve stopped. The best part was the blood-curdling scream
when Steve stroked Grant's ass after the ten while he addressed the other
cadets. Mr. Arrogant bullying Grant was crying like a baby.

"I want you all to come and stroke Grant's ass to feel the heat generated by
a good paddling."

Extremely red face to match his ass.

"Grant, stand up and assume the punishment position at the lockers."

A look of fear greeted that instruction but he went.

"Ok, stand up, turn round and apologise to the other cadets for wasting
their rec time. Make it sound sincere or you get ten tomorrow night to allow
you a second try."

Steve was sure he had accomplished the destruction of an arrogant bully. The
only thing he hadn't done was get an erection which was annoying, that
always ratchets up the humiliation a notch or two.

Paddlings dropped off in Jefferson and Paul found himself with competition.
But Steve Baxter still wanted to brake Grant who continued to be a real pain
in the butt.

A fight with a Franklin Cadet provided the ammunition. Quick chat with Kirk
and it was agreed the crime warranted a punishment in front of the whole
school. Kirk also made a suggestion, which would without doubt finish the
arrogance of this boy.

Scene set for supper that night. Steve moved to the front of the mess hall
as the cadets sat for their evening meal.

"Grant, front and centre."

The boy almost sauntered up to the small stage.

"You were fighting a Franklin Cadet this afternoon so your punishment will
be in front of the whole school."

That statement didn't faze him.

"Strip, naked."

That didn't either.

"Before you administer punishment Mr. Baxter, I think you should carry out
an internal inspection. I think that cadet may be on drugs. He is so hyper,
picking fights and swaggering around the camp."

Kirk winked at Steve as he said it.

"Very good. Turn round Grant, spread your legs wide and bend over to touch
the floor. Sherman, Reed, dorm captain's, come up here and use your hands to
pull his cheeks wider apart."

Grant started to rise giving Steve the chance to give him two very hard
whacks on his bottom.

"Keep still Grant or I'll double your punishment. Patterson, you were the
one he picked a fight with, come up here and check Grant has nothing
secreted in his ass."

No second invitation required. In front of all cadets Paterson eventually
pushed four fingers into Grant's ass. Of course the prostate had been
stroked big time, but Grant only had a little cock when hard. Not much more
than the length when soft.

"Nothing up there Sir."

"Thank you Paterson, stand up Grant and turn round."

It couldn't have worked out better. Every cadet looked at Grant's erect
penis and laughed. Steve Baxter looked at it, stooped down so that his face
was only an inch from it and said.

"Phew, I thought for one minute you had lost your cock Grant."

The louder the laughter got the redder Grant's face.

"I don't think I had better administer any punishment Grant. If that gets
any smaller you won't be able to find it to pee."

The other cadets were almost falling off their chairs they were laughing so
hard.

End of one arrogant and bullying cadet.

Steve Baxter was so full of good humour that night he cancelled kit
inspection.


That's it guys. Back to Stephen for Part 8, and what a hum dinger that is.