Pender County Academy 18, Hung


by Millard <Millard1@easynews.com>

Please refer to previous Pender County Academy stories for background.

It seemed like such a neat thing to do! It was a lazy, hot summer day. I found a piece of broken glass, and figured out in my own little ten year old way, that if you held the glass a certain way, the sun's rays would cause heat which would kill a spider. It was really neat. I was busy with one spider, and held the glass too long in one spot. Soon, the dry grass along the wall of the dorm started to smoke, and caught fire. Before I could do anything, one of the maintenance men yelled "FIRE" and several folks arrived, one pulling a garden hose. My career as a fire starter was soon to come to a close.

I was ushered into Ray's office, where the story was told by several breathless boys and 3 maintenance men. Ray thanked them all, and then turned to me. "Well, it seems you just don't remember too well, do you? Don't you remember last Tuesday here in this very office?"

Of course I remembered Tuesday (see PCA story #17). I could still feel faint pain whenever I had to poop, Ray having blasted my little hole, along with every other part of my bottom. Oh, yes, I remembered last Tuesday. I just knew that there was no answer for Ray's question.

"Come along" he said, as he got up and walked to the office of the other dorm leader. He returned with a pair of cuff like things, and some rope, and a small stool. He was also followed by every boy in the older boys dorm. I couldn't help but notice that all of the boys from my dorm were there also, along with the stupid maintenance man. If he had just let well enough alone, I could have stomped the fire out.

"Strip!" Ray's voice brought me back to reality. I wanted to ask him what to strip, as all I had on were my tee shirt, shorts, sandals, and my little white jockey shorts. Looking at his face, I knew better than to ask. He looked really angry. I pulled my shirt up over my head, and laid it on the pool table. Then, I reached down and took off my right sandal, and laid it on top of my shirt, then I removed my other sandal and repeated the process. I next put my hands into the elastic of my shorts. I could see all eyes were on me, and I was very embarassed. Slowly, I pulled them down, until they were below my knees, and fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and put them also on the table. Putting my hands in the elastic of my underpants, I looked at Ray with an emploring, begging look. His face was stone. Slowly, ever so slowly, my underpants followed my shorts, and I stood there in front of about 30 people, naked as the day I was born. My little penis was nothing more than a pink acorn tip above my balls. That soon changed as I heard comments from the big boys about being a girl. I remember blushing, and suddenly feeling my little guy rise up to it's three inch glory. I tried to hide it, but it was not possible. One of the older boys said something like "look, he must enjoy this".

Ray then approached me and told me to hold my hands out. He then put a leather band over my left wrist, snapping it together, he then pulled my right wrist close, and snapped it into the other side of the thing. My wrists were now held together, as if in handcuffs. He then fastened three belt like things around the wrist part. I noticed a big metal piece of metal showing out of the end. I had seen a big boy spanked here before, and knew what was going to happen.

Ray pulled the little stool over, and made me stand on it. He then put the rope through a pulley type thing in the ceiling. Bringing it down, he fastened one end of the rope to the metal circle thing on my wrists, and tied a couple of knots in it. He then stood back, and told me to hold my hands high over my head, which I did. He then went to the heavy pool table, and ran the rope through one of the legs. Pulling it tight, he caused me to be lifted up until I was standing on my tip toes. He then fastened the rope with another couple of knots.

I must have been quite a sight! A skinny little blonde haired kid, pulled taut! The only things not stretched out were my little penis standing out in front, and my butt cheeks in back.

Ray walked to the table and picked up his strap. There was silence in the room, except for my sobs. By now, tears were rolling down my cheeks, and snot was running out of my nose as I looked in terror at him. He walked behind me, and without saying anything, pinced my butt. I lifted my leg in protest, and he kicked the stool out from under me. I hung.

The pain in my wrists caught me by surprise. I could not ease that pain, as I could not touch the floor. My legs pumped up and down, and I was flailing around, sort of swinging in the breeze, oblivious to the sight I must have made, as the kicking opened up my butthole to any prying eyes. Ray had me stew there for a few minutes. Voices were going on, and the boys were pointing and laughing. Suddenly, it was silent.

A whirring noise followe by a loud CRACK announced the arrival of stroke number one on my poor little butt. I was in process of pulling my right leg up, and, as Ray always enjoyed hitting on the sensitive area between your butt and thigh, his stroke not only hit that area of my left leg, but hit right inside my crack, and right over my butt hole. I was pushed forward by the impact of the stroke, and was just begininning to scream when WHAACK! number two stroke hit right in the same place, I did scream this time, and could feel my body rushing backward toware the source of my pain. I could no more stop this flight into danger than I could fly (although I wished I could fly at that moment.) Two more viscious strokes propelled me forward, allowing the already on its way third stroke to impact upon the moving target. I am told that my butt, which could best be described as normal in size, but normal for a ten year old is not huge, was bright red by the end of that stroke.

Ray continued with the whipping (for that is truly the only thing you could call it.) The pattern emerged, a swat, swing forward, swing back, another swat, etc. Soon, the pain diminished as my pain sensors were overpowered. By now, my butt had turned a deep red color, with bluish hi-lites. Ray finished his barrage with 5 upperstrokes! Given from alternate sides, they, in effect, attempted to lift me up by my lower butt cheeks. I cried out anew at each stroke. His last stroke was an uppercut given just as I was swinging back, legs askew. He aimed for my little hole, and hit it along with the edge of my little bag. I almost passed out!

Ray left me hanging there, telling the big boys to get me down. I felt two boys holding onto me, and could feel the stool under the tips of my toes. Two of the boys were having trouble undoing the knots, and it took a while. As I hung there, one boy ran his hand over my inflamed welts, whistling in dismay. Soon, his buddy was doing the same thing, running his hand up and down over my terribly sore bottom. I felt a finger touching my little hole. While I tried to move away, there was nothing I could do, as the sneaky didget managed to lodge in my neverbefore defiled little hole. I started to cry out again, but stopped when the other boy squeezed my little ball sack. I could only moan and sob as I felt the pressure build and ebb as the boy moved his finger in and out. Suddenly, I felt a pulsing in my little penis. One of the boys said something, and they all laughed as my little fellow tried with all his might to do something he was no yet equipped to do. Instead, he just pumped up and down, embarassing me even more.

Eventally, the knots were undone, and I felt the weight coming off of my wrists, as my feet touched the stool. The boy with his finger up my butt just kept it there, causing it to be shoved further up as I slumped down. He and the other boy, who now was gently flicking my balls with his finger tip, as I awaited the removal of my straps, continued to prod and rub me. I was finally helped off of the stool, and felt the finger plop out of my little hole.

I could hardly walk, yet I had to retrieve my clothes, and head back to my bed to dress as if nothing had happened, for this was the unwritten code of the dorm.

I went to the showers, and looking back, saw the red and blue mass that was my bottom. The water helped, but I was sore for days.


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