Boarding School Summer


by Johnny <jahphd@enteract.com>

The summer after my sophomore year was pretty hellish. As you know, I was trapped in this old fashioned boys boarding school. My summer was bad because my year had been bad, well actually I had been bad. I flunked math, and got a D in history, so I was forced to go to summer school.

I don't know what happened during the year, I just didn't study enough I guess, stayed up late rappin' with friends, sneaking around after lights out, etc etc. So anyways my grades were kinda bad, my teachers always said I coulda done better but I just "did not apply myself". Well that summer I learned the hard way.

So it must've been about the middle of June when summer school started. I got off the train in town, and a bus from the school picked me and a few other guys up, and dragged us back to the school. We all had pretty bad attitudes, cuz we had all flunked something and were gonna have to spend our summers at that dumb place. Bummer. Well when we got to school we met up with tons of other guys, some from our school, some from other schools, all who had come there for summer school because they had screwe up there school year.

Pretty soon we figured out that they had enrolled too many kids, there was no way everyone was gonna fit in the dorms. So we all had to line up accordin to our last names. The youngest guys got the dorm rooms first, especially the kids from other schools, cuz they were "guests". Well by the time they got to the 4th and 5th formers, guys were getting told they would have to sleep on cots or sleeping bags, there were no more beds left.

Well me and my friends were pretty pissed. It was bad enough that we had to go to that lousy school for the summer, now we had to sleep on the floor, bunked up with a bunch of little brats. I guess we were pretty spoiled. Well then some of the dorm masters and other faculty agreed to have some of the extra kids stay in their apartments, which sounded like a good deal, so me and some of my buddies volunteered. Big mistake, I found out later.

I ended up staying with one of the new teachers, a man named Kevin (actually we were supposed to call him Mr. Ames, but since he looked about as old as us, most of the kids called him by his first name, at least behind his back. Kevin had a plan for how I was going to improve my grades and keep out of trouble. He also had plans for me to get into shape, starting with exercising more, and not sneaking out at night to rap with my friends, and catchin a smoke now and again.

That first day, Kevin showed me the tiny bed I would sleep on, and he explained the "rules of the house" to me. First, I had to do all of my homework, and show him before I went to bed. Second, I had to show him any quizzes or tests I got back. Third, I would be forced to work out in the gym with him either early in the morning or before bedtime. Fourth, if he caught me out of the apartment after hours, I was in big trouble. And if he ever smelled cigarette smoke or found any evidence of smoking, I was in trouble.

So Kevin had designed this system for punishing me if I broke any of the rules. Basically it meant beating my ass. He made me memorize all the rules, and he kept a log of all my offenses and the punishments I got. I can remember most of the rules, I think. It went something like this: The "Golden Rule" was that anytime I talked back to him, he would immediately make me drop my pants and go over his knee for a spanking. No questions asked. The rest of the rules were more complicated, and it took me awhile to remember all of it. Like any grades below a C on a test or quiz meant a 50-swat spanking. Any homework not completed was a 50-swat spanking. If Kevin heard that I misbehaved in class, that was a 100-swat spanking. Sneaking out after hours was a 100-swat spanking. I was also required to count off the swats, and if I lost track, the spanking would start all over.

If he caught me smoking, or smelled smoke on me, or heard from someone that I had smoked, I would get special treatment. That involved working out at the gym with Kevin. Kevin figured that since I was ruining my health with smoking, he would imporve my health by forcing m to exercise more. The gym had its own set of rules. Basically, Kevin would have a routine for me, like 15 pull-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 push-ups, 20 lats, etc. If I failed to meet one of these goals, I had to make up the difference with swats from the ping-pong paddle. Kevin made me wear a jockstrap with only thin nylon shorts over that. Of course when we went to the gym, it was after hours so there was nobody else there and he could abuse my ass.

So these were all the rules that he explained to me when I moved in. Well I kinda listened to him, kinda didn't. I thought I have been at this school longer than you, dont tell me what to do. Besides, he had to be kidding, I was to old to get spanked.

That first night, I wanted to get together with my friends and talk about what we had done over the break before summer school. I knew the dorms inside-out, so I was able to slip out of my bed and out into the hall, then outside. That's where Kevin was waiting for me. I guess he heard me shuffling around, prying open the window.

He dragged me back into the apartment and took me to my bed. He told me to wait for him, he went to his room to get his log book. He made me recite all the rules. He asked me what the punishment was for sneaking out after hours. I still thought he was kidding. Then he told me to drop my pants and go over his knee. I said no way. So then he told me that I had just broken another rule, talking back. That would be extra swats. I still refused to cooperate. Then he just took hold of my arms me and dragged me down over his knee, kicking and screaming. He grabbed the back of my shorts and underwear and pulled it down to my knees. Then he told me to start counting, starting at 100 and going down. I couldnt believe this was happening. For the first 10 or 15 swats, I was busy arguing with him, trying to pry myself loose. After that, it really started to hurt, and all I could think about was my aching butt. Somewhere around 50 I think I started to cry, and gave up trying to escape. By the time it was done, my ass was red hot, I was in tears, and it hurt to even move, and I had to sleep on my stomach cuz my butt was fried.

So this is how my summer began. It seems like almost every day I was getting spanked for something. About halfway through the summer, I guess I finally figured out that I better behave and follow the rules, 'cuz my butt wasnt gonna take much more. So I wised up, and started to buckle down and do my work. So the spankings were not like every day, but more like every three or four days. So Kevin decided that I had been given enough time to "get with the program", so he announced that my punishments were now doubled. That scared the _s_h_i_t_ outa me, because 100 swats really tore up my ass, I couldnt imagine what 200 would fee like. So my behavior improved even more, cuz I was scared _s_h_i_t_less about a 200-swat spanking.

When there was only two weeks left in summer school, Kevin decided on a new exercise plan for me. He decided it was time to really concentrate on my fitness. I had pretty much stopped smoking, so he didnt have any excuse for dragging me to the gym and using the ping pong paddle on me. So Kevin's new plan involved me going down to the gym with him and a few seniors. Kevin said he would make me go through the different exercises, but he was gonna add more reps and more sets for each exercise. The same rules would apply as when I got caught smoking. Any reps I couldnt do I had to make up with the paddle. But now, all of this was taking place in front of a few seniors, who were supposed to "supervise". Usually this meant that they were allowed to beat my ass for not doing the required number of reps. And there were a few added rules. First, after 50 swats, my gym shorts came off, and I was forced to do the rest of the exercises wearing only my jock. That was really embarasing, cuz my ass was showing, and by the time I lost my shorts, I had already gotten 50 swats, so my butt was pretty sore and red by then. But the worst part was that any more swats would be on my bare ass. The other new rule was that after the exercising was done, and I had finished all my sets, I had to hit the showers, but now the seniors would go with me. Of course, they took that opportunity to really bust my ass. You know when your wet and get slapped it hurts a lot more. So they would bend me over in the showers, and slap my ass really hard, and since it was already burning red, it hurt like hell.

So for the last two weeks of summer school, Kevin and a few seniors and me would go to the gym almost every night to work on my fitness. That means they were working on my bottom mostly. Thank god I was behaving better in school, and doing most of my work, and not getting in much trouble, cuz otherwise I woulda gotten spankings for that plus the paddling at the gym for not keeping up with the exercises.

Ill never forget that summer. I guess it was good for me, because when I got back for school in the fall, I was a much better student. Kevin was there again, of course, and he was determined to make sure I didn't go back into my old ways, so there were a few rough times at the beginning of school when he beat my ass again, and some more humiliation at the gym, but I was definitly a better student after that summer.


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