Treville

This is my third part of Treville. Remember parts1-4 are posted but the author is Stephen.

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Treville

Chapter 7

"Franklin, I am disappointed in you, while I have been trying to look after two houses you have been slacking and let me down. Nat, you are dorm captain so most responsibility rests with you."

Nat looked ashamed having let Paul down.

"I'm sorry Mr. Marsden."

"Not good enough. You have been behaving like a small boy. I think you should be punished like a small boy. Tell me how I should punish a ten year old Nat, instead of a young man."

"I guess you should put me across your knee Mr. Marsden."

"I guess I should as well."

"Ok Franklin's. You are going to decide the number of slaps Nat gets with my bare hand. I will take the average of all your choices and any of you that are below the average will get that number of slaps minus the number you chose. You do your own maths."

"Willy."

"Oh er six Mr. Marsden

"Pathetic."

"Craige."

"Thirty Mr. Marsden."

"Ouch, Patterson."

"Twenty Mr. Marsden."

"Joe."

"Ten Mr. Marsden.

Paul noted them all down, added them divided by 23 and had an average of sixteen

"Craige, you were the highest so you will help me administer them. You first Nat while my arm is still strong."

Nat looked decidedly uncomfortable, and his discomfort got worse.

"Little boys don't wear clothes for punishment. So strip Nat, naked.

Leaving Joe out of the equation because he and Paul were lovers, Nat and Craige were the best hung guys in the dorm. Paul was tempted to have Craige naked as well and get him to administer Nat's sixteen but his better judgement prevailed.

Paul carried a chair down to the lockers and sat down facing the cadets now in their traditional position facing the punishment site.

Nat was blushing as he bent over Paul's knees.

"Spread your legs wider Nat."

As he did so Paul pulled him further across his knees crushing Nat's cock on his thigh. He administered ten very hard slaps on Nat's bottom very quickly making Nat howl with the shock of it.

"Stand up Nat, take my place Craige and administer the other six. If I think they are too soft you will get ten with the paddle."

Craige didn't want the paddle so he apologised to Nat while he stroked his bottom, getting a solid erection while doing it, well Nat did have a very cute butt.

Six more as hard as Paul's had been and Nat was barely able to stop the flow of tears.

"Stand up Nat and face your fellows. Apologise to them for being slack and for the loss of privileges they will all suffer because of it."

Paul allowed Craige to punish the others apart from Willy and Joe. All of them naked and all causing Craige's erection to dribble copious amounts of pre-cum.

"Willy, ten for you for being a woos. Joe, six for you for the same reason. Sit down Willy. Joe, over his knee. Six Willy."

Willy burst into tears.

"I can't smack Joe Mr. Marsden he's my friend."

"Who do you think smacks the hardest Willy, you or me."

"You Mr. Marsden."

"So who would you like to smack Joe's bottom. You or me?"

Willy was still crying and Paul found it difficult not to laugh. He didn't think Joe knew he had even been spanked when Willy finished and Paul knew Joe would be the same with Willy.

Nobody complained that Joe and Willy got it easy making Paul realise that these two little lads were under the protection of the remainder. What a difference for Joe from the arrogant little shit who arrived here. Willy of course had always been the smallest weakest and youngest so everybody wanted to look after him.

"Craige, my room now, Willy, you when Craig leaves, Joe when Willy leaves. The remainder of you the playing field in sports gear and run laps until I tell you otherwise."

In Paul's room Craige was surprised to be told to strip. Paul held up his cum soaked jock after Craige had removed it and asked what he thought this was.

"I'm sorry Mr. Marsden, those guys are such little hotties I couldn't help getting hard spanking them. If you had let me loose on Willy and Joe I would probably have orgasmed "

Paul was smiling as Craige blushed.

"You had better see if you can complete the action then just thinking about it. On my bed, relax."

Paul loved playing with Craige's balls and butt while Craige jacked off cumming very quickly after his earlier arousal. He dressed quickly and left with a huge grin on his face and a "Thank you Mr. Marsden, you're the tops."

Paul was sat on his bed when Willy came in looking nervous.

"Sit next to me Willy."

Once in place Paul put his arm around Willie's shoulder and hugged him.

"I just wanted to tell you I think Joe is lucky to have a friend like you and I thought you might like a little cuddle."

Willy blushed but snuggled into Paul's arms with a contented sigh on his lips.

"I guess we all get a little starved of affection here don't we youngster?"

Once again Paul thought that this boy was in the wrong place.

"Off you go, one lap of the playing field and then back here, bring the remainder with you."

Joe was last in and Paul just wanted a kiss and cuddle from his cute boyfriend.

"I wish we could be together more Joe, I really do love you."

Joe was four years older than Willy but just as much in need of the affection so lacking in this environment. Some of the hard nuts needed the cane or paddle but Willy and Joe were definitely not two of them.

Realising how many soft spots he was developing for his boys began to worry Paul. Paddlings dropped off to almost nothing but the boys were still tops. A few punishment sessions for masturbation were about all Paul administered and even those were much fewer because of the frequent extra five minutes in the shower with no supervision that Paul rewarded them with.

That had to change after one incident. Or more precisely Paul had to be a little devious in his allowances to the Franklin's.

The new Instructor for Jefferson came looking for Paul after rec. and found all of his dorm wanking madly in the showers.

"What the fuck are you lot doing? By your beds, now. Where is your instructor?"

A chorus of don't knows followed.

"In that case I will carry out punishment. Turn round and bend over the end of your beds."

The instructor grabbed Paul's paddle and went down the two lines of cadets administering a hard smack with the paddle to each bottom. He was half way round the second time when Paul walked in.

"What the fuck are you doing Steve?"

"I caught all your crew wanking in the shower. You weren't here so I'm administering punishment." Paul looked at his watch.

"Franklin's, back in the showers. You have ten minutes to be ready for supper. Steve outside."

"But what about that lot?"

"Outside."

"Ok, first things first. You never administer punishment to my crew, not ever, no matter what provocation. Second, what were you doing in my dorm anyway, are your cadets so perfect they don't need supervision?"

Steve blushed. "No, well."

"Well nothing. In ten minutes time you could have talked to me in the mess hall. Now I suggest you leave me to sort Franklin out and go and put your own house in order."

Paul then stomped back into his dorm. Several of the boys were still wanking and looked very embarrassed as Paul walked in. Despite his anger he grinned and as he walked into his room to change he said.

"The longer you spend in there the less time you have to dress."

They happily finished wanking and were dressed by the time Paul re-emerged.

"Jefferson's Instructor has posed a problem for us. In future when I leave you alone to shower, I want one of you on a roster Nat, to keep an eye out for intruders. That's not to say of course that I condone any mis-behaviour."

The last was said with a broad grin on his face.

"If you are asked, you received the balance of your punishment before supper. So as you leave I am going to paddle you."

None of them felt the quick swat they got from Paul on the way to supper.

Steve sat next to Paul at supper and after watching the Franklin Cadets for a while said to Paul

"They don't look very unhappy with their punishment Paul."

"No I guess I'm going to have to go back to the cane, the paddle obviously doesn't worry them as much."

"Come over to my dorm after supper and watch me administer punishment. My guys know they have been paddled when I do it."

Steve was patently surprised and pissed off when Paul walked into Jefferson with him after supper. All of the cadets crowded round him and welcomed him. Ben Sherman was the cheekiest.

"Hello Mr. Marsden have you come to punish us tonight?"

Paul replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"Only if you are on the punishment list Ben, and you know I would have to impress your instructor so you would definitely feel it."

Ben looked a little embarrassed at that comment and blushed.

"As it happens Paul he is on punishment. He is still dorm captain but he let me down badly today so he is in for six of the best. I would be delighted if you would like to administer them."

"What heinous crime did he commit then Steve, so that I can judge how hard to paddle him."

"He deliberately kept all the Jefferson's to the pace of the slowest on the run this afternoon so that no one would get paddled."

"I don't understand."

"On Kurt's suggestion I always paddle the last four home in any activity, it makes them put in that bit of extra effort."

"You know if I did that Steve young Williams would have a permanently bruised ass. He is always last but probably puts in twice as much effort as the others. The more bruised these boys butt's the worse they are going to perform. You will end up like your predecessor, tons of bruising, miserable moral and Jefferson last at everything. That said, if Ben organised passive disobedience then he deserves paddling."

"Why didn't you talk to you instructor Ben, he isn't the same as Bartholomew, he's human."

"I didn't think Sir, I'm sorry."

"In that case Steve I'll be happy to paddle Ben for you. My method or yours?"

"Oh yours I think Paul."

"Ok Jefferson's. Assemble for punishment."

Paul watched them form a semi-circle at the end of the dorm by the lockers.

"You know your place Ben, face your fellow cadets."

When he was in place Paul stood beside him.

"Socks and shoes first Ben."

Ben looked a little cockeyed at Paul but did as he was told.

"Shirt and shorts next."

When he was stood in just his jockstrap Ben was ready to turn round but Paul stopped him.

"Now your jockstrap."

Ben did nothing.

"You know the routine Ben, every second your jockstrap remains on you get an extra swat. One, Two."

Ben fell over in his haste but was eventually stood hands covering his genitals.

"At ease Ben. "

Paul allowed everyone to get a good look at Ben naked before stroking his pubic hair and saying.

"You behaved like a naughty boy instead of a maturing young man and Dorm Captain so I'm going to punish a naughty boy. You boy, get Sherman's shaving gear."

When it arrived Paul told Ben to put his hands behind his head.

"Right lad, shave his pubes."

Ben blushed bright red as he started to get an erection. He couldn't help it with his cock being manhandled. Paul remembered how gorgeous Ben's cock was and cursed himself for not doing the shaving himself.

"Turn round Ben, legs wide apart and bend over the locker."

When he was in position Paul told two other cadets to spread Ben's ass cheeks as wide as they could so that his crack could be shaved. Ben's hard went down very quickly at this further embarrassment.

"Please no Mr. Marsden."

"Please yes Ben. You have let down Mr. Baxter, you must support him as his dorm captain and you haven't."

When Ben was hairless Paul told him to walk down the line of cadets and bend over in front of each one pulling his cheeks apart and asking them to check that he had no hair. They all did with pleasure and by the time twenty three cadets had stroked his cheeks and down his crack Ben was sporting another very hard cock.

"Now do the same with your front Ben."

Again everyone had a feel, most of them giving Ben's cock a quick wank. As Paul checked Ben for himself Ben shot a load of boy juice. Every body clapped until Paul smashed the paddle down on a locker.

"That's enough. Punishment position Ben. Call out the number of each stroke and follow that with an apology to Mr. Baxter."

Paul delivered eight very hard swats with the paddle breaking Ben at six. When Paul finished Steve Baxter was mouth agape. Ben was crying like a little boy

"Jesus Paul, how come the Franklin's walk so well if you paddle like that?"

"I don't paddle Steve I cane and the Franklin's don't have bruised butts because punishment is rare now. They work hard for me, give me no trouble and are rewarded. Ben, tell Mr. Baxter how many of you I punished while I was your temporary instructor.

"None Mr. Marsden because you looked after us and we looked after you."

Steve just shook his head but lined up his other punishment candidates. Paul left to return to Franklin. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Steve Baxter wasn't gay but he did find these cute young guys fascinating. He decided that paddling them naked was quite sexy and there was no doubt that Paul Marsden knew how to get maximum humiliation out of a situation. He was sure Ben Sherman would now be a first class Dorm Captain. He had also noticed the tenting of almost all the cadets' shorts as they watched Ben's punishment. Of course stroking his butt and his cock would probably be a turn on for any hot-blooded male.

Giving the humiliation angle some more thought Steve decided that was the best route to go after Paul's comments about bruised butt's spoiling his dorm's performance. He disliked intensely coming second to Franklin all the time, or worse, third when Kirk's bunch beat him. That of course didn't happen very often because Kirk was a real exponent of the paddling art so many of his boys were bruised slowing them down.

The following evening the opportunity arose. A real hard nut who usually managed to get others into trouble with his bad behaviour failed kit inspection. Wayne Grant was a Southern boy with a real attitude problem. He was only sixteen but one of the biggest cadets on the camp, a bully and a foul mouthed lout. As far as he was concerned a paddling was a badge of honour but his weakness Steve realised was that he was proud. Hit his pride and he would soon knuckle under.

The Kit failure was because his sleeping shorts were not folded correctly to display his name. On closer inspection Steve could see the cum stains on them. The chances were high that the boy had a wet dream, no chance he had actually jacked off in them. Again quite deliberately Steve had no other cadets for punishment that night.

"Cadets for punishment, end of the dorm. The remainder of you form a single line usual place."

Already working. Grant looked very uncomfortable stood in front of everyone else by himself.

"I think you have found some way to masturbate without undoing your shorts Grant."

A look of shock on Grant's face and Steve noticed an inquisitive look on the

other twenty-three faces. God, that knowledge would be worth a Kings ransom.

"Definitely not Mr. Baxter."

"In that case Grant, perhaps you would like to tell us all how you have cum stains all over the inside of your sleep shorts."

Getting better, Grant looked increasingly uncomfortable. He couldn't admit to having a wet dream that was almost as bad as peeing your pants.

"No idea Sir." Grant sounded less arrogant than Steve could remember.

"Well Grant, You must have peed yourself then."

The boy was open mouthed with shock and it got worse, every other cadet was sniggering.

"Definitely not."

"Hmm, well I have to assume because of the evidence that you peed yourself so I will ask Reverend Jackson to get me some adult diapers and we will put you to bed each night in one."

Grant was blushing now.

"No Sir, please not that. Perhaps I had a wet dream."

"Ah, so your disgusting mind works in your sleep as well does it, just like a little boy. Well in that case I am going to make you look like a little boy and treat you like a little boy. Strip Grant."

Steve was pleased as punch so far. Grant was quite hairy.

"Jock strap as well Grant. Little boys are punished naked."

Lots of pubic hair and when Steve walked behind him he could see lots of hair in the boy's ass crack.

"Sherman, get Grant's shaving gear. Grant, on the table on your back. Razek, get the scissors from the first aid kit."

Grant didn't want to plead, that would hurt his pride, he didn't want to lose his pubes either that would be embarrassing. Particularly when he thought about the glee with which he had teased other cadets with no hair

"Razek, cut the long hair. Sherman use the razor to make him smooth like a baby. You should be good at it Mr. Marsden having cleared your hair recently."

Ben blushed but enjoyed his task.

"Grant, open your legs wide. The rest of you gather round the table."

Looking good. When the front was finished Steve played his ace, instead of turning grant over he detailed two other cadets to pull his legs back and wide opening up his ass wider than any other position. To add to it he had two other caderts pull the cheeks apart even further while the shaving was going on. This was way more humiliating than what Paul had done with Sherman. Steve intensified the humiliation by having Grant's legs shaved as well terminating the action by having all the other cadets feel him up.

"Keep his legs where they are. Two more of you hold his arms tight. Punishment Grant is six for wasting my time and four for failed kit inspection."

Steve realised he could get maximum force to each buttock simply by moving about a foot forwards or backwards. He delivered two extremely hard ones to grant's right buttock followed very quickly by two equally powerful ones to his left. No chance that Grant would take those quietly. He screamed and didn't stop until Steve stopped. The best part was the blood-curdling scream when Steve stroked Grant's ass after the ten while he addressed the other cadets. Mr. Arrogant bullying Grant was crying like a baby.

"I want you all to come and stroke Grant's ass to feel the heat generated by a good paddling."

Extremely red face to match his ass.

"Grant, stand up and assume the punishment position at the lockers."

A look of fear greeted that instruction but he went.

"Ok, stand up, turn round and apologise to the other cadets for wasting their rec time. Make it sound sincere or you get ten tomorrow night to allow you a second try."

Steve was sure he had accomplished the destruction of an arrogant bully. The only thing he hadn't done was get an erection which was annoying, that always ratchets up the humiliation a notch or two.

Paddlings dropped off in Jefferson and Paul found himself with competition. But Steve Baxter still wanted to brake Grant who continued to be a real pain in the butt.

A fight with a Franklin Cadet provided the ammunition. Quick chat with Kirk and it was agreed the crime warranted a punishment in front of the whole school. Kirk also made a suggestion, which would without doubt finish the arrogance of this boy.

Scene set for supper that night. Steve moved to the front of the mess hall as the cadets sat for their evening meal.

"Grant, front and centre."

The boy almost sauntered up to the small stage.

"You were fighting a Franklin Cadet this afternoon so your punishment will be in front of the whole school."

That statement didn't faze him.

"Strip, naked."

That didn't either.

"Before you administer punishment Mr. Baxter, I think you should carry out an internal inspection. I think that cadet may be on drugs. He is so hyper, picking fights and swaggering around the camp."

Kirk winked at Steve as he said it.

"Very good. Turn round Grant, spread your legs wide and bend over to touch the floor. Sherman, Reed, dorm captain's, come up here and use your hands to pull his cheeks wider apart."

Grant started to rise giving Steve the chance to give him two very hard whacks on his bottom.

"Keep still Grant or I'll double your punishment. Patterson, you were the one he picked a fight with, come up here and check Grant has nothing secreted in his ass."

No second invitation required. In front of all cadets Paterson eventually pushed four fingers into Grant's ass. Of course the prostate had been stroked big time, but Grant only had a little cock when hard. Not much more than the length when soft.

"Nothing up there Sir."

"Thank you Paterson, stand up Grant and turn round."

It couldn't have worked out better. Every cadet looked at Grant's erect penis and laughed. Steve Baxter looked at it, stooped down so that his face was only an inch from it and said.

"Phew, I thought for one minute you had lost your cock Grant."

The louder the laughter got the redder Grant's face.

"I don't think I had better administer any punishment Grant. If that gets any smaller you won't be able to find it to pee."

The other cadets were almost falling off their chairs they were laughing so hard.

End of one arrogant and bullying cadet.

Steve Baxter was so full of good humour that night he cancelled kit inspection.

That's it guys. Back to Stephen for Part 8, and what a hum dinger that is.