The Chapel at, Mapleleaf Academy, a prestigious boarding school for boys, was full for the mandatory Sunday morning service at which Dr. Dudley gave his usual boring sermon. Today's was groaning on, the subject 'Do unto others' was a love your fellow man theme that has over the years been boring congregations.
For two young 16-year-old gentlemen in the rearmost pew it was particularly agonizing. Not so much to their ears, but most definitely to their rears. As they tried to squirm unnoticed they were inwardly smiling, as it had been a lot of fun except for the last half hour or so.
The whole thing was Cabot's idea; he had read some story where boys at a school similar to theirs had played some pranks on their Dorm Prefect. It did not take him long to convince his partner in such things to do something similar. The two youths, Cabot, and Hyde took their time on Saturday afternoon to liberally grease the doorknob of his study. They also managed to get a fair quantity of Carpenters glue in between the doorframe and the door. As a final crowning moment they gave the area of floor under the doormat a high gloss coat of good wax polish. All these things accomplished they decided to await the return of their victim from an errand to the village.
The victim was Dean Fox the senior who was also the dorm prefect for the House, and he delighted in lashing the bottoms of his charges. The wait was not a long one and the two pranksters were well hidden and in view of the whole thing as it unfolded. Fox arrived at his door somewhat laden with purchases from the village and as he gripped the doorknob and tried to turn it his hand just slid off. The resulting shift of his weight caused the mat to come out from under him and he fell with a crash to the floor, dropping and spilling the contents of his packages as well. Cursing he got his things together and examined the doorknob. He could see that the thing was covered in grease, and cursing further went off toward the bathrooms to get some toilet paper to wipe it off. Quickly Cabot and Hyde dashed across the corridor and reset the doormat over the polished area again. They just managed to get hidden again. Fox came back along the corridor trailing a stream of paper, and proceeded to clean off the grease. He gripped the clean knob and turned it to open the door, of course the glue held it just enough to were his weight was again placed on the mat which once more deposited the now furious Fox on his butt in the hallway. The resulting clamor brought out a number of curious onlookers who thought the whole thing hilarious. Fox did not like to be a victim, and when he finally succeeded in getting into his study he was livid.
He knew it was someone that he was responsible for and vowed he would make them pay and heavily. That night there was a movie, and after the show everybody made their way to their respective dorms. One of the main topics of conversation was the fact that Dean Fox had been seen sliding around the halls trying to enter his study. Everyone had a good laugh at his expense.
Fox waited until a few minutes before lights out and went into the dorm he was in charge of. Standing in the door he called for attention.
"We have amongst us some Jesters who think that they can humiliate me. Well they succeeded and I am not happy. The result being that unless the party or parties responsible visit me in my study in 10 minutes, all 10 of you will parade at my study door in 15 minutes. Thank you gentlemen, and Oh! wear something light, pajamas will do." He turned then looking back said, "Your buttocks will belong to me." He walked out to his study.
There were several explosive curses, and a discussion quickly got under way. Some wanted to all just go down to the study and take it, as it had been funny, and Fox was not the best liked by most of them. Then of course there were the wimps that wanted no part of a mass confession. It took a few minutes for things to quiet down some, Cabot looked at Hyde, and vice versa.
Cabot called for quiet, "it's OK guys, Glen and I are the bad guys, and we had fun. We knew the crap would hit the fan and we are ready to pay the price. So we will go and do our thing. Thanks to you who wanted to share the price, and we owe you one."
Looking at Hyde, Cabot said, "Come on buddy, let's go do it." The two youths dressed in boxer shorts and Bathrobes went out and down the hall. Outside the study door Cabot looked at his buddy, "this is going to be a bitch of a swishing, you going to be OK."
Hyde replied. "No sweat." Then knocked on the door. "Enter." Taking deep breaths the two went inside.
Fox was dressed in only a pair of sweat shorts, a powerful swimmers body, he lifted weights to stay in shape. He was sitting watching TV. "I thought it might be you, only the two of you, not being heroic are we?"
Hyde answered. "No we are whole gang." He smiled.
Fox looked at him, "I am going to take that smile off your face the hard way, through you ass, get that robe off now." Hyde took off his robe and stood in his boxers, Fox opened his closet and took out his paddle. It was a variation of a Ping Pong paddle, but a little larger in diameter, and the handle was longer. He waved it at Hyde, "you know what to do." Indeed both youths had been here before and knew the routine Fox liked to orchestrate. Hyde went to the stuffed armchair and stood behind it. Fox slipped his hand through the loop on the paddle handle and going behind Hyde slid down the boys boxers letting them fall at the ankles.
"Over you go, spread your legs." Hyde bent over the chair back and in doing so his feet barely touched the floor; the boxers were in a heap completely off his person. Fox liked to make them sweat a little as he put it. Alternately tapping the stretched buttocks before him he played his role.
"Nice and firm, good pink coloring, although I think a darker shade is called for, a fiery red perhaps? I think a dozen; six on each side should get the right effect. Then to complete the artwork, three with my new cane should suffice."
His head down in the seat Hyde moved a corner of a loose cushion into his mouth; he was going to have to bite down on something the sentence was more than double anything he had previously earned. It was warm in the room, and Cabot had a robe on. His face was an arctic white, bead of sweat on his brow.
Fox had maneuvered slightly and was now a little to the right rear of Hyde; Cabot was to the side and had a very clear view of his prostrate friend. Fox widened his stance just an inch or two then without any ceremony raised the paddle shoulder height, and brought it crashing down onto the right buttock of the boy.
Hyde 's legs and upper body shot to a horizontal position. . GEEEEZZ!! . . ."Get down," ordered Fox and Hyde's body fell back into place. A bright red circle about 4 inches in diameter had appeared on his previously pink buttock. The paddle was raised, and with perhaps more effort was placed in exactly the same spot. Again Hyde reacted, this time a groan, the third stroke again on the same spot, and the fourth. The fifth brought out a plea, "No more I cant stand it." The only reply was another loud crash of the paddle on his bottom. "NNNNOOOOOOHHH!! Was the resulting shouted from Hyde, the yell was cut short by the delivering of the sixth stroke. Hyde was now crying and begging for relief.
"Alright get up, don't you dare touch yourself, hands on head and stand there," he pointed to a spot on the carpet. "Now Mr. Cabot lets try and get you a matching color shall we. In position please." Cabot took off his robe and stood behind the chair. He could feel Fox's breath on his bare back as the Prefect stepped up and slid down his boxers. The touch of the waistband as it slid over his slightly aroused penis was almost erotic. Mentally he realized that was going to be the last such sensing for a while.
"Over you go, spread your legs." Cabot did as ordered and found his head buried in the seat of the chair. He felt Foxes hand as it playfully slapped his buttocks. "Mr. Cabot it is always a delight to thrash you. You have such a fantastic bottom, not a blemish, beautiful dark cream color. Soon to be very red. " Fox was not tapping him with the paddle as he had Hyde, but rather stroking it, and as the legs were spread the sphincter was just visible between the buttocks. Fox let his finger slide down the cleft and lingeringly touched it.
A heartbeat later a ball of fire erupted across the right buttock of the youth over the chair. The reaction was similar to Hyde's and the explicative somewhat cruder. . SHHIITT!! . . ."Language please, you don't want extra for your tongue do you?" The paddle scorched the flesh again in the exact same spot the third was the tearjerker. Cabot unashamedly started to cry. Fourth, fifth, and sixth strokes were rained down upon the youth with no heed to his pleadings to stop.
"Get up and join your friend, hands on head, do not touch your bottom." Cabot obeyed and joined Hyde. His right buttock was on fire; it was also the color of very hot coals.
"Very good Mr. Hyde lets get on with it, you must have matching buttocks."
"Please Fox no more I can't take it."
Fox's reply was a snort, "We are not half done yet, stop whining get over that chair, this is your last chance.'
Hyde limped to the chair and groaning as his muscles stretched again prostrated himself for Fox's attention. This time Fox did not do his usual preamble, but immediately started to lash the left buttock of the youth. The first stroke brought a strangled yell from Hyde, and as the remainder of the six strokes fell across his body the tears and groans, pleas all were heard by deaf ears. Fox showed absolutely no mercy. All six had landed in the same spot. Only the natural fleshiness of a 16-year-old bottom avoided the skin breaking or tearing under the strain.
"Up, and hands on head. Mr. Cabot your turn, come on move.' As Cabot hobbled into place and bent once more over that torture chair.
Hyde could not plainly see his friend being lashed, as his eyes were full of tears. The slapping of the paddle against bare flesh filled the room, as did the loud crying of the youth being lashed. As the sixth stroke crashed into the cauldron of heat that was his bottom, Cabot sagged with relief. He waited the order to stand, his disappointment was crushing, and he had forgotten Fox's earlier remark, "three with my new cane."
"Just relax," mocked the senior, just three with the cane for the final touch. Fox had the cane against the rules, but it was not the thing to complain. It would have very likely have fell on deaf ears anyway. Fox had with a degree of accuracy left a three-inch strip of flesh below the two large red orbs of flesh that had just been placed on the bottoms of the two pranksters.
Cabot felt a tap across both buttocks, a second later a white-hot knife seemed to slice into that area. His first ever stroke of a cane, was followed by two more before he had stopped gagging at the pain of the first one.
"Now get up, and let your friend have his turn, you may rub, over here Hyde quickly, this is were the real fun is. This is better than hiding watching someone falling down."
Cabot watched as Hyde very gingerly bent into position, no sooner had he leant over the chair Fox lashed into the same untouched area. It was a second before two parallel red ones replaced the white stripe, then there were four, then six. Hyde was choking with pain as Fox told him to get up and rub. He reached back to his tortured buttocks but like Cabot's they were too tender to touch.
"Get to your dorm, I will give you 20 minutes to display my work, and get your buddies to put something on your bottoms. Tell those and any others that want to make a fool of me the price is very heavy indeed. Now go"
The two boys took their boxers and robes and limping painfully and naked made their way to the dorm. They entered and were surrounded by eight curious roommates. "We have 20 minutes before he will be in here". The others wowed at the state of the two then a couple of them got some damp towels and lotion and started to clean the swollen buttocks. After a few minutes and the tensions were relieved, someone commented. "You know my Mom had a 57 Ford it had great big round tail lights just like your Asses." That was the real tension breaker and everybody recalled how Fox was rolling around the corridor earlier.