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For my freshman year of college, I attended a very small and expensive private college.  It’s one of those places steeped in Ivy League legends, complete with a who’s who list of alumni members.  My father, his father, and several generations of men in our family had all attended.  I considered myself lucky to have been there at all, if only for one year.My father had lost a great deal of money in a scam during my early teens, and plans for me to attend that school were nearly ruined.  Somehow, and I suspect it was loans from family members, enough money was put together so I could take a year of liberal arts courses, and maintain our family’s legacy at that college to some extent.  After that year I would transfer those credits to a State University that my family could afford, and that is where I would earn my degree.The private college was literally an oasis of manicured lawns, mature trees, and stately old buildings, surrounded by a neighborhood that had deteriorated over the years into a ghetto where few students dared to venture.The men’s freshman dorm was a small three-story building near the edge of the campus.  Each man had his own private room and shared a common bathroom at the end of the hallway on each floor.There was a janitorial staff that cleaned the bathrooms, hallway, and the lounge on each floor, but we were each required to keep our private rooms clean.  For example, when you left your room for the first time each morning, it was required that your bed be made up, and your wastebasket empty.I’d heard that rooms were checked at random and if you failed an inspection, the rumor was that you would be paddled, although I was never sure if that was true.  I’d heard other men in the building say that they had gotten a few swats, but everyone else just laughed and the one who had supposedly been punished never elaborated any further, so they might have been joking.  However, the school had so many old traditions and quirks that such a thing might actually be true.My room was always clean.  Not out of fear of the rumored paddling, but I spent most of my free time there, studying, and just kept things in order along the way.  The sad truth was that I had little to no friends at that school.  My classmates were from families far wealthier than mine, and somehow they knew that my father had tarnished my family name and that I would be there for only one year, and therefore I was snubbed.Making matters worse, academics at that school were tough, and I had never been a good student.  I would pour over my notes every night after supper, for fear of not making passing grades.Early in my second semester, I checked my mailbox in the student union hall.  To my surprise, an official-looking envelope was the only piece of mail, and it was addressed from the dean’s office.The letter was perhaps only two paragraphs long, cold and impersonal in the wording.  It said that I had failed a random dorm room inspection and was to report for corporal punishment later in the week.I stood there in the alcove of mailboxes in disbelief, hoping this might be some sort of prank by one of my classmates, but everything bahis siteleri looked so official.  Reality set in when I noticed the date of the failed inspection.On that day I had forgotten to set my alarm the night before.  Waking up late I had to miss breakfast and there was just enough time to make it to my first class.  Afterward, I ran back to straighten my room before arriving at my next class slightly late.There had been no indication on that day that my room had been entered.  I had reasoned that if inspections were random throughout the day, there was only one hour of time when it could have been checked, putting the odds in my favor.  However, it seems I’d been wrong.The last bit of the letter said that I could elect not to show up for the disciplinary action, but in doing so a fine would be added to my housing fees.  Now I’ll tell you the truth, I was afraid to be paddled.  I’d never been spanked as a kid, and certainly not as a young adult.I don’t remember how much the fine was.  All I remember was that it seemed unreasonably high.  My family was pushing their financial limits by sending me to that school.  For them to have to pay that fine for my carelessness, I just couldn’t bear it.  I decided I would tough it out and take the punishment like a man.It occurred to me to talk to a few men in my dorm who said they’d been paddled.  Perhaps knowing what I was in for might ease the stress.  However, I decided to keep quiet about it.  Like I said, they were not really my friends and I thought I would just be taunted by them.Between classes one day I went on a reconnaissance mission of sorts.  I went to the admin building and down into the basement, to locate the room where the corporal punishment was to be given in just a few days.The hallway was dim, lined with doors all closed and locked, which appeared to be offices no longer in use, or perhaps storage rooms.  The room I was looking for was near the end of the corridor.  A men’s restroom, which was curiously secured with a padlock.My punishment had been scheduled for a time shortly after supper.  On that evening I was quite nervous and could barely eat.  When I left my dorm, I slipped down the back stairway.  It was unlikely that any other men who might be hanging out in one of the lounges would ask where I was going, but I didn’t want to be faced with having to answer such a question.Twilight was falling as I made the short walk to the admin building.  I was still wearing my school uniform.  Although it wasn’t required after supper, I thought it might be best to arrive for my punishment formally dressed.My plan was to arrive right on time.  Not one minute early, or late.  I was horrified when I found that the front door to the admin building was locked!  There was a brief moment of panic when I remembered a side door, which happened to be open to a stairwell, and that the men’s restroom was near the bottom of those stairs.On that night the padlock was not on the door, and a small strip of light shone out from underneath.  There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air, although smoking was not permitted in any of the buildings on canlı bahis siteleri campus.  I had tried to keep an open mind about what to expect that evening, and there had even been some hope that this was still just a prank being pulled at my expense.  When I opened the door to the restroom, what I saw was the last thing that I expected.Two ladies were just inside the door.  The first one told me that her position was with the housing office and that she was some liaison to the Dean of Men’s office.  Perhaps in her mid-thirties, she was tall with a slender and modest build, brown hair pulled back in some sort of fashion, and wearing a dark skirt and a white blouse.  She took a drag on her cigarette, asked me my name, and then handed me a clipboard and pen.There was some brief legal-looking document on it which I skimmed over.  Something about acknowledging my lack of conformity to housing standards and accepting corporal punishment in lieu of paying a fine.I stole a glance at the second woman.  At first, I didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t wearing her usual apron and hair net.  She was one of the dorm cafeteria workers.  A heavy, rather butch-looking lady of undetermined age, dressed in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt with the school’s crest on it.  She was sitting on a tall wooden stool, leaning casually against the wall, and smoking a cigarette of her own.  Next to her was a metal folding chair.  Draped across the back of it appeared to be the tall woman’s dark blazer, but what had caught my eye was upon the chair’s seat.  A large and intimidating wooden paddle.I signed the document and was told,“Take the wall.  The same as the other young man.”Walking into what had been a men’s restroom, I saw that the plumbing fixtures and partitions had been removed, with only stubs of pipes and rusty bolts poking out of the tiled walls.  Another guy was standing facing the wall, where perhaps the sink had been.  His trousers and boxers were down around his ankles, and he was leaning forward with his hands on the wall and bare buttocks thrust out.  One of the overhead fluorescent lights gave a brief sputter and I hesitated.“I said take the wall,” the tall lady commanded louder, her voice booming in the small tiled room.  She dropped her cigarette butt to the floor and ground it out firmly with the pointed toe of her high-heeled shoe.The paddle on the chair was made of dark wood.  It was long and wide with rows of holes drilled in it that might have been the size of nickels.  The sort of thing that had been outlawed in most high schools back in the 1980s, but was evidently still in use here.  My mouth was suddenly dry and I wanted to run out of the room.  The cafeteria lady gave a low snort of laughter.  Despite my fear, I stood at the wall a comfortable distance apart from the other young man.As I dropped my trousers, I briefly made eye contact with the other fellow and recognized him from my dorm.  He was reserved and quiet, yet seemed to make friends easily at school, perhaps because his family had been prominent in the auto industry since the industrial revolution.  To protect his identity, canlı bahis I will refer to him as John Doe.It was clear from the look on his face that he recognized me.  Knowing who his buddies were, I was surprised I had not heard them hooting about his upcoming punishment.  It was odd that a man of his wealthy background was down in that dungeon of a former restroom, waiting to be paddled by some bull dyke.  If I were him I would have simply paid the fine.The two ladies had some muted conversation.  From bits that I picked up, it seemed there was another man expected.  Was he just late or a no-show?  They decided to wait just a short while longer.  I wanted to get the punishment over with so the delay just fueled my anxiety even further.Then there was the squeak of tennis shoes on the stairway outside, and another young man loudly entered the room.  He started to say something about the front door being locked, tried to make some joke out of it, but seemed to be quickly silenced by the official lady who told him to sign the clipboard.  When he took his position at the wall next to me, I took a brief glance and recognized him as well.  Another chap that I was surprised to see there.Although I didn’t know his name, he was a familiar face on campus.  I knew he was an athlete, well built with an ego to match.  He seemed to be popular with the coeds on campus because I usually saw him in the company of at least one attractive young lady.Our school was never known for its athletics, but the jocks still had a high status on the campus.  They lived in their own exclusive dorm and were rumored to be given better food, special tutoring, and even passing grades when needed.  Surely housing would overlook an athlete’s messy dorm room.The jock was still trying to joke around with the women as he dropped his trousers, and it was then that I heard the slight wavering in his voice.  I thought it strange at the time that such a large and confident fellow would be scared to take a few swats.  The cafeteria worker gruffly told him to shut up.  He flinched and I saw a smoldering cigarette butt land on the floor beside him.There was an uneasy silence, then the sound of a cigarette lighter.  The cafeteria lady lighting another smoke, perhaps.  Then the sound of high heels on the old floor tiles, and a brief scraping noise as if the metal folding chair had been brushed against.Looking down at the floor, and slightly behind me, it seemed that the tall woman would be administering the swats, at least for now.  She took her position behind John Doe, and moments later I heard a loud smack as the paddle landed on his bare ass.  I heard John catch his breath and not a moment later a second swat landed on his buttocks, the sound echoing loudly in the small tiled room.The soles of a woman’s shoes made a slight crunching sound as she turned, the dirty floor beneath the smooth soles of her shoes.  High heels made their curious, almost hollow sound on the tiles, as she took a few steps to move behind me.Although I had braced myself and felt ready, the painful swat of the paddle caught me off guard, a deep sting, evenly spread across both of my butt cheeks.  If it had been one swat that would have been okay, but before that pain could fade, the second swat landed with firm authority.  I gasped out loud, which resulted in a low chuckle from the cafeteria lady.

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