The Freshman


by Nick <Utastudnj@aol.com>

The Freshman

It was moving-in day of my senior year at college. I was also a new RA on the dorm floor. I had been living in the dorms for 3 years and I figured my senior year, since it was going to be so light academically, I could do some other stuff. I figured being an RA would look good on the resume, so there I was, sitting at the desk, a new RA. That is when he walked in with his parents. His name was Bobby; he was a freshman and my God was he hot! His lean, 6' frame was well built and he had a smooth chest but his legs were hairy, seeing that made my 8" get instantly hard. He smiled this dazzling, innocent smile at me and when I look up his name on the roster, I realized he was on my floor, this made the throbbing in my groin even worse.

I smiled back at him and introduced myself and he seemed to get this little evil glint in his eye, if I knew what he was going to put me through that semester, I probably would have popped him right then and there.

Anyhow! I got him all checked in and as the Texas heat grew in intensity through the day, his white t-shirt came off about midway through his moving into the dorm. His chest was beautiful, he was slightly tan and his nipples were small and hard. I could only imagine my tongue flicking them and rubbing his virgin hole between those hard cheeks I noticed. He noticed me staring at him a couple of times, but I'm a pretty big guy, a Sigma Chi man, muscular and I had A LOT of attitude to go with it all, so what if he saw me staring, what was he going to do about it?

So, we skip ahead in our story about 6 weeks, the semester was well under way, I was stressing as usual, the specter of graduation looming above me and the last thing I needed was some freshman making my life difficult. That is what Bobby turned into, the nightmare resident. During the second week of school I caught him with friends after visitation hours were well done, I told him his friends would have to go and he gave me some serious lip, trying to play the big man in front of his friends. I let it go. THAT time!

It was Thursday night, and I was _f_u_c_k_ing tired. I had the week from hell, my fraternity caught crap for some innocent hazing and I had three big tests that drained the life from me. I was sitting in my room, trying to recover and remember why I enrolled in college and my phone rang, it was a resident who lived next door to Bobby and was calling to complain about the noise. This was like the 4th time in a week I had to go to his room, I had had enough of his crap and he if he was going to behave like a kid, then I would treat him as such.

I knocked on his door but he ignored me, I knew that little _s_h_i_t_ was in there. Using my passkey, I let myself in and he freaked, saying I had no right to walk into his room, etc, etc. That was it, it was the straw that broke the Sigma Chi's back. I walked over to him and told him since he was behaving like a child and could not behave like an adult, that I was going to treat him like a child. With my announcement of this, his smart-mouth started, again trying to be a big man in front of his friends. I think he realized he stepped over the line when he saw the look of pure anger in my eyes.

When it sunk in that he was in deep-_s_h_i_t_, his whole attitude changed and he started "hey Dom, I'm sorry man, I promise I'll behave."

I told him "Look, Bobby, I have given you so many chances to behave, I have been called down here so many times and I'm sick of it and your going to be punished. His mouth dropped because he thought he was getting a write-up. In the dorms, two write-ups in one semester meant expulsion from the housing system at the university. He thought he was getting one and this put the fear of God in him, but he didn't realize I was not going to write him up. When I said I was going to punish him, I meant it.

I told him "Bobby, I'm not writing you up, a write up won't leave a lasting impression and I know your type, you'll turn around and do it all again next week. " Before he had a chance to ask what I was going to do, I shut the door to his room and I think it flashed through his mind what was about to happen. I snatched his ass up and throw him down on the bed, as he was trying to get up, I sat down and pulled him over my knee. This elicited a spouting of comments: "_f_u_c_k_ man, what are you doing. man, I didn't think you were queer. what the hell, Dom. come on man, lemme up, I said I was gonna behave.." I said, "Bobby, since you insist on acting like a child, your gonna get punished like a child, I'm going to spank your ass 'til its glowing like a nightlight." with saying that, before he had a chance to protest too much, I pulled his shorts and boxers down and that revealed a pristine, white ass. He had the roundest, _s_e_x_ist bubble butt I had ever seen on a guy; his wriggling around over my knee made the muscles in his ass tense and tremble. His one buddy got up and I think thought he was gonna try to help Bobby, but as he got up I told him "unless you want some of what he is gonna get, I suggest you sit your ass down and watch and learn freshman." I glowered at him and I guess he figured I meant business, so he sat down and shut-up.

I told Bobby that he was going to learn how to behave if he was going to live on my floor and with that, his beating started. The first blow resounded in the room like a clap of thunder BOOM!!! And Bobby let out this scream of pain. I didn't realize my own strength until I noticed the muscles in my forearm tense and the bright red handprint raise up from his white ass. It was what a site, this glowing red hand on the backdrop of his pearly white ass. I didn't realize the anger I had in me because of this little prick, my hand started this swinging with a resounded WHAM!! BOOM! SLAM!!! SLAP SLAP SLAP!!! And Bobby was screaming "god_d_a_m_n_it, stop! You're hurting me, Dom! Dammit STOP STOP, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please OUCH!! OUCH!! OUCH!! Please, stop, it hurts!!

My fury didn't ebb, as I was intent on teaching this smartass freshman a lesson he'd never forget. I looked down at his ass and it was glowing red after only 15 or 20 swats! This didn't stop me though, I told him "Bobby, your gonna get punished because you've been a little punk ass and your gonna get treated like a punk! With that, I restart his spanking with a strength that came from deep inside of me! SLAM SLAM SLAM!! SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!! WHAM!! Wham! And still the "Oh god, please, Dominic, stop..I'm sorry sir, please stop! Your hurting me, Dom, you're hurting me. EEE!! Owww!! Stop it! Please, stop it! WHAM WHAM WHAM!!! By this point, I was moving around his ass, I was intent on covering his ass with my handprints and I was doing a good job. He wasn't gonna sit right for a couple of days. I noticed welts appearing on his ass and he had some black and blue spots here and there from the impact of my hand repeatedly in the same spot! My attention moved to that sensitive part, under your ass cheeks. My hands never stopped moving, while I continued probably the worst ass beating this kid ever got.

Bobby was wiggling and trying so hard to get out of my grasp, his sweaty, muscular body tensing and trying to wiggle away, but my strong arms and chest kept him in place. He was crying, begging me to stop, but I told him he was gonna be taught a lesson he'd never forget. When my hand came down on that sensitive part of his upper thigh, he let out a new round of screams and that was when he said it "you mother_f_u_c_k_er, stop it.!! "

Well that was it, had this whole exercise not meant anything?? I threw him down and pinned him against my legs while I screamed, "you little _f_u_c_k_, you WILL respect me and you will not say things like that to me!!!" I beat the hell out of the tops of his legs, is no time at all, it was all red and swollen and I returned to his already sore ass, I knew it was on fire.

Before I started working his butt again though, I noticed his belt sitting on the floor. What a way to insult a man, I told his buddy (the one that thought he was gonna take me) to get me the belt and hand it to me. he quickly got up and did as he was told (I'm guessing seeing Bobby's glowing red ass was inspiration enough to do what he was told)! I took the belt and..SLLLLLAMMMM!!!! WHHHAMMMM WHAAAMM!!!! The belt was slicing through the air and I struck Bobby with it at least a dozen times, by this point, he was broken, lying across my knees, sobbing and crying, barely begging me to stop anymore.

I put the belt down and suddenly realized something wasn't right, I felt this tensing against my thigh. Bobby was completely exhausted, as was I. Both of us sweaty from the punishment he had just endured. I lifted him up and sat him on my own knee and the tensing I felt was his 7-inches cumming all over my leg!!! I almost died, at some level, he got off on having this hot, muscular fraternity man putting him back in place.

He sat uncomfortable on my leg but when he finally looked at me, he put his arms around me and hugged me close and cried on my shoulder for what seemed like 10 min. I couldn't help but put my arms around this young man and comfort him, rubbing his hard, well-muscled back, running my hand through his hair and just holding him as he cried. On one level, I felt guilty for hurting him so badly, but on another I knew I would never have another problem with him and I gave him something to remember.

When he finally had the strength on his own, he layed down on his bed, stomach down and his butt was glowing like the nightlight I promised it would look like! When he felt my hand on his back, he started to cry again and he took my hand and held it near and asked me to lay down with him until he went to sleep. I told his friends to beat it and I layed there with him until he fell off to sleep.

The next day, Bobby came to my door and I invited him in. After my door shut, he wrapped his arms around me and thanked me for what I had done. He never realized how much of a punk he was and he was glad I was there to straighten him out. On graduation day, Bobby approached me, I was glowing in my cap and gown, so proud of my accomplishment but what was about to happen overshadowed it completely. He gave me a hug and presented me with a wooden paddle that said "patience" when I asked what it meant, he said "because you showed patience and corrected me when I needed it." To this day, that paddle hangs on my wall among the paddles from my other little brothers!


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