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"Please," Gene yelped, "ow!"
His plea didn't move his spanker much. Not that he thought it would. But if he didn't yelp, then it would just be a game of breaking him. Plus, it's not like it was work to yelp. Josh was currently having one of his minions hoist him up by his underwear, wedgie digging into his ass, while Josh went to town on his ass. Gene cringed at the thought of the picture anyone would see if they walked into the empty classroom right now. His jeans bunched up at the thighs, his feet dangling off the floor. Every slap on his ass making a loud noise in the quiet setting, the spanks causing him to rock forward.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Have you learned your lesson yet?" Josh asked meanly.
"Yes-- yes--" SMACK "--ow! Yes, I learned my lesson," Gene begged.
"What lesson is that?"
"I should've watched where I was going! I shouldn't have tripped! I should've been carefully not to spill my water bottle on you!"
"Close," Josh said and returned to spanking Gene, landing five crisp slaps on his ass, "but no cigar. See, the issue is respect. Having some twerp fall down the stairs, hitting me, spilling water all over me... that shows a lack of respect, doesn't it?"
"No! I didn't mean any disrespect!"
"Lift him higher," Josh told his minions, talking over Gene's pleas. They deepened the wedgie and Josh proceeded to land rapid-fire, eyewatering slaps on Gene's ass. "No, what," Josh meanced.
"No sir! I didn't mean any disrespect!"
"And yet, you acted so arrogantly. You really didn't leave me any choice except to show you some... humility," Josh said.
If you asked Gene, Josh was the one who might need some humility. He was clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. But Josh was rich and popular, so maybe his arrogance was well-deserved. It's not like Gene was going to offer any commentary, being a freshman and solidly middle class. He was just going to say what Josh wanted to hear until he decided he had enough of tormenting him. He could already tell it was going to be a long day and it was 10 AM.
The spanking continued a bit longer, but Josh was clearly winding down. He must have moved or made some kind of a signal, because his goon dropped him and Gene tumbled into an ungraceful crouch on the floor.
"Now, what do you say to your seniors who so thoughtfully spent time on your education this fine morning?"
"Thank you--" Gene said, stumbling a bit when Josh gave him a look, "...sir. For the lesson."
"Run along then," Josh said, "you wouldn't want to be late to class." At that, Josh and his flunkies started snickering. Gene didn't think it particularly funny, but what did he know? It was, after all, his ass on the line.
Gene didn't race down the halls, but only because his fate was already sealed: he was late to class, so he was going to get punished. The extra minute wouldn't change anything. Part of Gene hoped he would be lucky and slide into his History class unnoticed, but the quirk of the Professor's brow let Gene know that hope was a futile one. It didn't help that the only seats available in the lecture room were in the front. Professor Smith was known for keeping a firm-- and hard-- hand over her classroom. Gene remembered the spanking she gave a girl who incorrectly answered a question after getting caught daydreaming.
Professor Smith was considered one of the kinder spankers. She did it out of a desire for discipline rather than sadism, didn't make any corny jokes or anything. But that didn't mean anything when it was your ass being beaten.
Gene revises his opinion on Professor Smith's kindness when she wraps up the lecture early. She has her TA hand out a worksheet for homework and directs the class to get a headstart on filling it out now. Then, she gestures for Gene to come up to the front of the classroom. Gene was hoping she'd do this after class, where there'd be at least some delusion of privacy. But this really, really, really wasn't Gene's lucky day.
"You were fifteen minutes late today, Mr. Graham."
"Yes, ma'am," Gene answers.
"Do you have a good reason for being late?"
"No, ma'am," Gene answers.
"Then take off your trousers and bend over. You'll be getting 15 with the paddle."
Obediently, Gene follows her instructions, mentally cursing all the while. He was hoping he'd at least be allowed to keep his underwear on. Complying, he bent over her desk. He could feel the cool air and the eyes of his classmates graze over his bare and throbbing ass.
"Mr. Graham, you already looking... quite pink," Professor Smith said. His classmates started to titter, but were abruptly cut off. Probably Smith glaring at them. Gene knew she wasn't asking to be sadistic. And yet.
"If another Professor has punished you today, you are allowed a... stay of execution," she said. That wasn't in the rule book. Usually, it was like how it was for Gene: a waterfall of spanking, each one causing ripples and cascading into the next humiliating punishment.
"I'd rather just get it over with," Gene said, "...ma'am."
With that, Gene could hear a whooshing through the wind and heard a crack as the paddle made contact with the center of his ass. The pain, dull and thuddy, was felt second.
"If you tell me the offense and the professor," Smith said, "I'll reduce your punishment down to five."
How cruel. Unintentional, but cruel nonetheless. "I'd prefer to keep going, ma'am."
Another smack. Smith might be offering mercy, but as long as Gene didn't take it, she sure wasn't holding back.
The third, fourth, and fifth smacks went much the same, each building into one another. Gene's ass felt like it was on fire and he wasn't even half way done with the spanking.
"...I hope you are aware, Mr. Graham, that students spanking each other, outside of RAs and TAs, is strictly forbidden. And if you were the victim of someone breaking that rule, you wouldn't be the one being punished."
Yeah, right, Gene thought. Everyone knows how well that worked out for Sarah Snitch. "No ma'am," Gene said out-loud. "I haven't been the victim of anything."
THUD went the paddle. Gene could feel the tears welling up. He usually didn't cry during spankings but the twin humiliations of the day were becoming too much to bear. He swallowed audibly. THUD.
Half-way through. And if he did snitch, what he would be getting would be way worse. Officially, of course, the policy of The Institute was that while discipline was necessary, proper discipline could only be doled out by proper powers, who were bestowed by the authorities with the power to spank, paddle, cane, strap, and whip those who needed a reminder of the rules.
Practically, however, it was a different story as Josh made very clear on his ass. But Sarah apparently didn't get the memo and on the second week of school she reported Alicia for an uncondoned spanking.
Apparently, Alicia was angry that Sarah had the audacity to not let Alicia cut in line at the canteen. Alicia was thoroughly chastised at a school assembly, the Dean caning the senior's ass in front of the entire freshman class. But Alicia didn't let the humiliation last long. Alicia was the Vice President of the Tea Appreciation Club, which was the closest thing that the school had to a sorority. And they put a Butt Bounty on Sarah.
It wasn't just the Tea Appreciation girls who got in on it. The various upperclassmen all had an incentive to make sure people knew what the consequences of snitching were. Sarah was just the vehicle to demonstrate. Some of it was indirect-- Gene knew that Sarah didn't "forget" her homework, causing their professors to have no choice but to publicly tan her ass. But some of it was direct: Gene heard familiar squeals from hallways that had upperclassmen posted as guards. A female friend went out of her way to avoid the first floor bathroom, climbing to the second floor to avoid the scene of Sarah bent over a sink as another girl used a hair brush to bring Sarah to tears.
The worst of it, Gene figured, was the humiliation. It wasn't enough that everyone knew that Sarah was getting spanked by the entire school. No, they had to show it. They not only ripped taway her dress-code appropriate pants, but also replaced her clothing with other, more revealing items. Gene thought the worst item Sarah'd be stuffed into were a pair of truly short shorts, revealing the lurid red of her upper thighs, until the Courtyard Incident.
To be honest, it was bit much to call the piece of clothing some devious mastermind foisted on her a skirt. It was a tiny scrap of fabric. Everyone could see Sarah's plump, well-reddened ass as she raced across the yard to her dorm room so she could put on something that would hide her shame.
Then Professor Jones stopped her. He berated her for being out of uniform, like he didn't know it wasn't her choice. He had her grab her ankles and pulled down her granny panties. He didn't even need to move her "skirt" as it rode up enough that he could deliver a long, painful paddling, in front of any passerbys. And there were passerbys. Even though it wasn't novel to witness a spanking and especially not to see Sarah Snitch get a spanking, people still watched. It distracted people from their parade of humiliations to see someone else get degraded.
It was such a brutal spanking that the bounty was fulfilled. Still, it took another week before the swelling of Sarah Snitch's ass went down.
Professor Jones taunted her, noting how red her butt was before he went to town on it. If she was more modest-- kept to herself-- then maybe, he had mused, she wouldn't be such an appealing target. Clearly, Jones had said, he wasn't the only one who noticed her flagrant disregard for rules and customs, if her derriere was any indication.
He knew. Everyone knew. No way Professor Smith didn't know about what was going on, even if she couldn't do anything without a formal report.
The tenth spank broke him. He choked on a sob. Smith paused for a bit before continuing. Only a few tears fell, dripping down on Gene's slightly-shaking arms. But nonetheless, one couldn't help but feel small, crying as your classmates watched your ass turn from pink to red. Thud. Thud. Thud.
When it was over, he was allowed to pull up his pants. Her kindness ended there, though, as she beckoned him to sit down in his hard, wooden sheet and complete the worksheet. The person sitting next to him shot an amused look as he squirmed.
Next was a break which he used for lunch, his friends who had heard about his ordeal offered him their sympathies. He sat in the back of the lecture hall during Calc II and tried to take decent notes during the most uncomfortable math lecture of his life. Thankfully, he only had History and Math on Friday's and he could return to his dorm in peace. His roommate was gone, so he had a couple of hours to lie down on his stomach and fuck around his phone, some distraction welcome from his poor ass.
He skipped dinner, choosing to chow down on some snacks rather than brave the dining hall, where a solid 1/4 of people would've seen his butt today and the plastic chairs would do no favors for his reddened tushie. At some point after 8, his roommate wandered in. A sophomore, Gene would give it even odds whether or not Seb knew what had happened to Gene today. They weren't friends, Seb not offering more than a grunt before he put on some headphones and watched some show on his laptop.
Then his RA came in. He didn't knock. He didn't need to. As RA, Mark had a master keycard that let him open any of their doors at any time.
He sat down on Gene's bed. "Heard you had a rough day," he said.
"...yes," said Gene warily. As an RA, Mark was in charge of maintaining discipline on Charger Towers, Fourth Floor, East Wing. In fact, Gene realized with a dawning horror, Mark was a firm believer in "spanked at school, spanked at home". But disciplinary round up was on Sunday's. He'd gather up all of the residents and made them watch as he went one by one and made them recite their punishments-- and made them sink in.
"The Lacrosse Team has an away game this weekend. I won't be back until late Sunday night. So your secondary discipline is going to have to happen tonight."
"Please, Mark," Gene begged. "I've been spanked twice today. Can't you spank me next Sunday instead?"
"If you didn't want to be spanked tonight," Mark said. "You shouldn't have been spanked today. Both Josh and Professor Smith were eager to tell me you needed more structure,"
"Josh isn't even supposed to be able to spank me! And he was why I was late to Smith and got that spanking!"
"You know, Josh is on the lacrosse team with me. His dad is a minister. And if he tells me you were spanked today at school... I'm going to spank you here."
"And tell him all about it," Gene grumbled. This was too much. Three spankings! Because he tripped on some stairs! He didn't feel anything about backtalking Mark. It wouldn't make a difference. Some people spanked to assert power. Some did to assert discipline. Some did it because they thought it was fun. Mark was the last category all over. For him, sadism was fun.
The rule broken didn't really matter. The first week, he had all the boys come to the room for an introductory spanking. Short and sweet. He said, briefly, not to touch your butt during or after the spanking. The guy two doors down had rubbed his ass post-spanking, semi-subconsciously as far as Gene could tell. Mark then proceeded to take him into the hallway by the elevators, where everyone could see and spank him until his ass was bright red and the kid was howling. He the put him in the corner of the hallway and told him to stay still. When, after an hour, the guy sneezed, Mark had put him on the first floor staircase and spanked him every day for a week. There was no getting out of this.
Mark pulled Gene over his lap and pulled down his pants and underwear in one foul swoop. Then he proceeded to spank the living daylights out of him. The top of his ass, the sit spots, the curve of his thigh, each was smattered with blistering spanks. There was no pattern to it. At one point, he spread it out, evenly hitting every part of his ass. Then, he'd find one spot, somehow always the spot that'd hurt most, and just whack at it.
Gene cried hot tears, at the pain, at the unfairness, at the humiliation of it all. He kept his head down, no need to give Mark more pleasure by seeing his tears, but when he peaked over, he could see that Seb was still watching his show. Just ignoring the SMACK SMACK SMACK of Mark disciplining him.
Mark slowed down. The spanks went from every second to every ten second to occasional. Maybe it was over. Maybe Mark realized how overkill this all was. Idly, Mark stroked Gene's sensitive ass. He shivered.
"You know?" Mark said, "you might redden the best out of anyone I've ever seen. You don't bruise. You just turn brighter and darker red. It's awesome." At that, Mark hiked up his knee, lifting Gene's ass up, perching Gene precariously over.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
This was too much. Gene started wailing. He tripped! It was an accident! Josh-- Smith-- Mark-- he hadn't meant to. Three times. If only he watched where he was going. Then this horrible day wouldn't have happened.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
The onslaught continued. Then all of the sudden it was over. Mark companionably patted him on the bum (it still hurt) then let him crawl off. Drained and cried out, Gene was to tired to even be humiliated at the way he peeled himself off of Mark's lap.
"Alright," Mark said, "Sebastian, you know the rules. You're accountable for each other. Ten smacks if your roommate gets it."
Sebastian didn't respond, still watching his show.
"Alright," Mark amended, "Twenty." Then ripped Seb's headphones off. The sophmore seemed nonplussed.
"You done?" Seb asked.
"Yes. Your turn. Twenty," Mark said. Seb rolled his eyes at this. Gene would've gaped in horror if he wasn't too busy crying into his pillow. Nonetheless, his dark-haired, moody classmate, bent over his bed.
Mark didn't even take his pants off. Just launched twenty hard smacks at Seb's butt. Gene noted with envy how much duller a spanking sounded when it was muffled by pants. Seb didn't even grunt.
Mark left the room cheerily waving them off. His right hand was bright-red although not, Gene thought, as red as his ass probably was. He hoped Mark's hand was half as sore as his ass and missed every ball thrown his way in the game.
"So," Seb said, unexpectedly breaking the silence, "roomie. What did I say was the ground rule in this room?"
When Mark announced that the roommates would be accountable for each other, that if one of them earned a spanking the other one would too, Seb had told him in a low voice "if you ever get me spanked, I'll pay you back ten-fold." At the time, Gene thought he was being over dramatic.
Looking over at the dark look on Seb's face, he doesn't think that anymore.
"Please," Gene said, "please. I tripped on some stairs which got me spanked by Josh, which made me late to history, which got me spanked by Professor Smith, who told Mark who just destroyed my ass. It was an accident. It won't happen again."
"If it was an accident," Seb said, voice brooking no compromise, "you can't guarantee it won't happen again."
Feeling pathetic, Gene couldn't help but try to negotiate. "Can't you spank me a week from now? When I've had some chance to heal? I can't take four spankings. My ass will fall off."
"No," said Seb. "Tonight. The moment I'm done being spanked because of you, I'm going to make sure the consequences are immediate. So it won't happen again."
"You barely got spanked! I've been spanked at least a hundred times today. You got spanked twenty over clothes. You don't even have the authority to spank me."
"You're the one who fucked up. You haven't even said you're sorry. And it's not about the pain. It's about the humiliation."
And that about summed it up? Gene was in a political philosophy class. This was a subject they spent a lot of time about. Why some people could spank others. No one liked being spanked. But some people could take it better than others. Some people were meant to be dishing out the spankings. And some people were meant to take it.
"Please," Gene said. "Please. I'll do anything."
"Don't say that," Seb said. "Some people would take it the wrong way."
But Gene had eyes. And he could see the way that Seb covered his crotch. The first rule was no sex. It stirred the passions. It made people unruly. The government was very clear on this rule. The university even more so. Recreational masturbation could earn you a bad spanking. Multiple. That's usually what they watched in the auditorium-- except for Alicia and a guy who cheated, it was a parade of young adults who were stupid enough to commit Onanism in a dorm room where someone had a key that could barge in anytime. Masturbaters would get spanked, immediately, by their RAs. Then in the auditorium. Finally, they had a weekly appointment in the Disciplinary Gym for the rest of the semester. If Gene decided to, he could probably pull up a live stream, see if anyone was set to spend an hour of their Friday night tied to a bench, a machine consistently strapping them.
"Please.'
"Fine. If you can't take more, I'll only spank you ten times. But they're going to be the most painful spanks you've ever had."
"Okay," Gene said. Tired. Wrung out. He couldn't even cry anymore. He was numb inside, although unfortunately that numbness didn't extend to his backside.
"Stand up," Seb said. Gene complied. "Take off your shirt."
Gene wanted to cover-up. After all, Seb was still fully clothed and there was no need for him to take his shirt off for yet another spanking. But he obeyed.
Seb rumaged around a drawer. Pulled something out. "Spread," he barked.
What else was there to do? Gene followed his instructions. He wasn't sure what he meant by spread. His legs, obviously. Was he supposed to spread his arms? While he was figuring this out, Seb walked around behind him. Suddenly, he felt Seb's cold hands spreading his sore, swollen cheeks apart. He couldn't help it; he gasped.
"Quiet," Seb hissed, and then... inserted something down there. Not his fingers or his genitalia, but something was inside him. Gene squirmed uncomfortable. It didn't hurt per se, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Then, with horror, he felt a burning inside him spread out.
"Wha--" he gasped out before Seb slapped a hand over his mouth. He couldn't help it; he whimpered.
"I'm going to spank you ten times. If you clench, the burning will get worse. If you make any noises, I'll spank you worse. Do you understand?" Seb said.
Gene nodded. Seb repositioned him, so one arm was around Gene's chest and the other was free for spanking.
"One," Seb said quietly, and then delivered a smack. It wasn't as loud or as hard as the preceding three spankings, but somehow it was the most painful. Maybe because of the accumulation, maybe because of Seb's twisted little addition, but this was somehow the worst one.
SMACK. And Gene fell apart
Gene leaned forward into Seb's arms, looking for comfort in Seb's human touch as he delivered pain on his ass. Gene had thought he was all cried out, but apparently he had more tears to give. Surely, steadily, Seb kept spanking.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Maybe the ten blows took forever or maybe they were over quickly, Gene couldn't say. He was just glad it was over.
"One more thing," Seb said.
"Noooooo," Gene sobbed.
"Yes," Seb said. He rubbed Gene's ass as the well-spanked boy sniffled. It soothed some of the spanking pain, but that thing was still inside him, burning. Mark then walked over to the closet. He opened the closet door to the full length mirror. He marched Gene over, firmly planting Gene in front of the mirror. Gene looked at horror at the image in the reflection: surely that pathetic, crying creature in the mirror wasn't him? Seb adjusted his body. Surely that man so submissively complying, showing the reddest ass ever seen-- redder than Sarah's!-- surely that wasn't him.
"Mark is a neanderthal blow hard and it's remarkable he can remember to breathe," Seb said, "but he wasn't wrong when he said you take a spanking well. Your spanking is over. I'll take the ginger out. But first, I'm going to have you clench down on it. It's going to hurt. But you're going to do it. For me."
This wasn't sex, Gene was pretty sure. They weren't exactly clear on what sex was, but it probably wasn't this. But something about this felt forbidden, more forbidden than just a non-authorized-spanker teaching him a lesson. But while he was pretty sure it wasn't sex, he was pretty sure it was something. More than just punishment and dominance and discipline, judging by the dark look on Seb's face.
Gene squeezed. It hurt, oh god, it hurt. He closed his eyes. Then he opened them again. Seb's face, in the mirror, was rapturous.