In The Basement

Your dad has you waiting down in the basement / workshop again for another ass whuppin and he built himself a new solid paddle that's gonna set your 19 y/o ass on fire.....maybe you'll  learn this time but I doubt it!

My New Tattoo!

Coach said he didn't like my new tattoo's I had gotten over the summer and that it would look bad with our new uniforms so he decided to give me a tattoo that he designed himself! Now I have to practice with the team wearing nothing but my sneakers for a whole week so all of my teammates can see the paddle mark across my bare ass so they don't get the same stupid idea to do what I did and he makes sure he freshens up the mark everyday before practice!

Big Mama Paddles Some Ass! F/M

 

She definitely knows how to use that paddle!

 

 

My Coach Then My Dad!

Paddle My Ass Coach!

Sometimes you got to let the coach know what you want and need! Ever since he' seen the coach handing out licks to his class mates he's been itching to feel the sting of the coaches paddle but he doesn't know why! So he waited until everyone except the coach was gone and he made sure the coach noticed him! When the coach saw his bubble butt laying there exposed just asking for it as he walked through the locker room he tore down the students shorts and paddled his ass raw! 

The Coach gave him what he was craving and more......he had tears running down his face as he walked  home rubbing his sore behind! He told himself that he would never ask for something that painful again but when the stinging in his ass started to fade the craving for the Coach's paddle on his ass came back even stronger this time!

Stephen Gets A Very Hard Paddling

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Thug Porn Hazing

As much as I would love to think these videos were about pledges getting those chocolate butts paddled it's basically your typical porno but the shots of them holding those paddles might make it a little more enjoyable for me!

Thugporn Hazing 1&2

Big Mike's Construction

Our dad "Big Mike" runs a construction & demo crew and during our summer vacations me and my brother Troy would go with him a few days a week to help because "as dad says" it helps keep us out of trouble and put a few bucks in our pocket as well. We knew most of dad’s crew from when we were little boys so it was like having 10 uncles around all the time. A construction site is a dangerous place to work at so my dad would have us do the most lame menial thing like cleaning up or painting or something like that....well one day we were helping out in this building downtown and our dad wanted us to throw all of the scraps and debris down this trash chute that empties into a big dumpster. I guess that It got a little boring for us so for some stupid reason I decided to open a window and start flinging stuff into the dumpster from there.

Troy and Shawn

My brother saw this and figured he had to do the same thing! Looking back I can't believe I was that stupid....so sure enough I tossed a two by four out which missed the dumpster by a mile and hit my dad’s windshield on his work truck!  Instantly I knew we or I was in big trouble! Oh shit Shawn....you hit dads truck! I know it man....be quiet! For some reason I thought no one would notice but there were a few workers standing close to it when it happened! They looked up and saw us and I knew we were dead! Our dad yelled for us to come down to the ground floor and asked us what happened. He took us outside and saw his broken windshield....God Damnit he shouted....why you didn’t use the trash chute like I showed you! Me and Troy had no excuse and just stood there like deer in headlights.

Big Mike

Most of the construction workers were gathered around by now checking to see what was going on.....they knew our dad pretty well and have heard some stories over the years about having to punish his boys from time to time so I guess they were wondering what was going to happen now! Well they didn't have to wait long....my dad told me and Troy to go into the big back room where the workers took their lunch breaks and wait for him. I didn't like the sound of this and I was just hoping that he would yell at us but I had a feeling it was gonna be alot worse than that. Some of the construction workers who were in there were telling us that they hadn't seen big Mike that mad in a long time and they knew what was about to go down! Shit, I thought to myself....he wouldn't do this to us here...not in front of everyone! I was shaking like a leaf when he came back carrying a saw horse and a piece of wood that looked just like a paddle! No...No...No....please God No I thought to myself! By now it was all to obvious what was gonna happen and one of the workers spoke up and asked my dad if he wanted them to clear the room....I couldn't believe my ears when he told them no just stay right where they are and that this wasn't gonna take long! I tried to speak....dad please....were sorry don't...not here please! My dad wasn't having any of it....he told us to get over to the saw horse, drop your jeans and bend over it...NOW! 

 Like most of the workers there we weren't wearing any shirts because of the heat so we were gonna be pretty much butt naked for this! We walked to the saw horse and I swore I heard someone say "dead men walking” I took another glance at my dad thinking that it would change his mind when he yelled "GET THOSE JEANS AND DRAWS DOWN NOW" Me and Troy jumped at his command and started undoing our jeans and pulled them down all the way to our ankles followed by our Boxers! I had never been that embarrassed in my young life....I could feel all the eyes in the room on our naked bare butts! My dad pushed me over the horse and put my brother opposite me and bent him over it as well so no matter where you were in the room you got a view of a brown set of cheeks about to get blistered!

As I was bent over in shame I wondered where he had gotten that paddle from so fast? I found out later from one of the guys that they usually make one at every worksite out of some scraps just for fun to initiate the new guys or to settle a bet...nothing serious just a little fun!

 I watched upside down as my dad walked over to pick up the paddle and I noticed that Troy was already crying and I felt bad because it was me who had the bright idea to start throwing stuff out of the window but I knew tears weren’t to far away for me either. Before he started to blister our butts asked us if we had anything to say……I wanted to tell him it was my fault but I didn’t, I don’t know why but I guess it was because I was scared shitless right at that moment!  Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! Ahhhhhhhhh…..I couldn’t help but to scream as the solid piece of wood made contact with my vulnerable bare ass! I was kicking my legs as the burn started to seep into my ass! I could see my involuntary tears hitting the floor below me! Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! Daddy ….I’m sorry! At first I didn’t even realize it wasn’t my butt that were getting the licks…it was Troy’s turn for the next five! I could feel the saw horse shake with each lick……dad wasn’t playing around and I wondered how long this was gonna go on! Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! Ahhhhh…..pleeeaassssseeee! I was starting to openly cry and blubber now….Troy was doing the same after the first five licks! I would rather take the strap from dad instead of this damn paddle! Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! Troy was screaming his head off and kicking his legs with each lick dad gave him….I thought he was gonna have to be held down but to his credit he stayed bent over the horse! I watched dad through my legs as he walked behind me and placed the paddle on my sore, swollen ass again….. Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! I was lost in my own painful world by this time…..the pain along with the humiliation of all of dads crew watching me and my brother get our asses beat was almost too much! I screamed again Owwwwiiieee…Daddy please stop but almost before I got the words out I heard the next round landing on my bro’s butt…. Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! I listened to my sixteen year old brother crying like he was five and I was doing the same…..I was only a year older but I was crying just as much as he was! Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! I nearly jumped off of the horse that time…..I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even see dad walk back around to me! I had tears and snot dripping all over the floor….I didn’t know how I would ever live this down or look at any of dads crew in the face again! Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap! I listened to another round land on Troy’s brown butt  and knew how bad it felt…..Troy was even more of a mess than me….he was crying harder than I’ve ever seen him cry before!

 I was waiting for another set of licks when dad told us to get up. I was more than happy to do so and I slowly got up and started to reach back to put out the fire when dad told me to put my hands on my head and keep them there! He had to help Troy get up and had him stand there just like I was then it was time for one of dad’s famous speeches! He told us how disappointed he was and how carless we were and that we could of hurt someone and ourselves! He went on to say how expensive the insurance was for his workers and couldn’t afford people getting hurt by our stupid behavior! He went on and on but honestly all I could focus on was my ass and that it felt like it was four times the size it normally was and that I was standing pretty much butt ass naked in front of about 15 grown men after they all saw me get my ass paddled by my dad!

 Tears were still running down both of our faces but the crying had stopped and dad let us pull up out jeans and told us to go get in the truck. We had to walk through a gauntlet of workers as dad followed behind us who were all making comments on what they just saw!

 One of them said, “wow big Mike……you really let them have it” Yeah he said, “that’s nothing compared to the ass whuppins they will be getting tonight”! Instantly on hearing this Troy broke down again and I helped him into the truck! It was pretty silent on the way home except for dad telling us on how we were both gonna come to work with him every day to pay for the new windshield he was gonna have to get but that wasn’t the worst part……..the worst part was gonna be looking at all those workers everyday knowing that they all saw us get reduced into crying little boys in a matter of minutes. I've heard the saying "a whuppin youll never forget" and now I know exactly what it means! Everytime I go to work with my dad now and see the workers and smell the saw dust I am brought back to that very embarassing and painful day.

The Wood....All Good!

Well if your gonna pledge a college fraternity this year and your looking to get that booty blistered make sure you pick one that has plenty of paddles like Omega Psi Phi! I think that is the best frat logo ever!!!  Now I'm not a fan of that over the top hazing that goes on these days but I think a paddle to your bare backside is acceptable! I have a feeling that the pledges will spend there first semester standing up in class and sleeping on their stomachs! Hmmmm....but that might be another story!

 

Hazing

The rookies think that this is all they will have to put up with....a few silly games and  some harmless towel snapping but what they don't know is that the real hazing will start tonight....thats when the paddles come out and those bare rookie butts get blistered!

Flashback: The Spanking Judge

I'm sure you all remember a few years back when (Ex) Judge Herman Thomas was accused of adminisering his own justice to those saggin thug butts! This toon captures the moment it pretty well I think.....you can view the artical where I found this toon in at the link below . I would still like to know what exactly went on back in his chambers!
http://spankedhortic.wordpress.com/2011/07/25/earning-a-pants-spanking/

http://blackmalebuttwhuppin.blogspot.com/2009/12/ex-judge-herman-thomas.html

Pledges

Every year I look forward to see a fresh new batch of frat pledges go through a 24 hour initiation. It's a embarrassing and humiliating sadistic ritual that will earn them the right to be in our fraternity! I truely hated going through it myself years ago but now I get to watch and enjoy those pledges getting their naked butts paddled over and over again in front of their soon to be frat brothers! I just wish I could do this for the rest of my life!

Paddled And Confused

This is the 5th time this year that the coach has found a reason to paddle my ass! I can't prove it but I think he enjoys doing it and singles me out on purpose just to he can blister my butt! No matter how well I try to do in practice he still finds something wrong with what I did. The first couple times he did it right in front of the entire gym class over my shorts but these last few sessions he waited until everyone was gone and made me strip naked and bend over the weight bench for the paddle! This last time he did it really hard and had me crying like a baby in seconds....after the tenth lick I was crying and blubbering like a baby and begging him to stop! He told me the next time it's gonna be even worse and then left me there crying my eyes out. I looked down to pulled up my gym shorts and realized I was fully erect! I was confused as to why I would have a hard on after the coach just finished beating my ass but I just quickly got dressed and hoped that the coach didn't notice my condition. As much as I hate how the coach has been treating me I can't stop thinking about it and I end up jerking off and having a huge orgasm after every session with the paddle! I'm so confused.....

Black Betty

By Wynnchester

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Swan said with a smirk. “I don’t know why you put yourself through all this. You never win.” Brother Swan was right. Every time we make a bet I’m always on the short end of the stick, literally. We’re frat guys so we always bet licks, or wood as we say. Sports, cards you name it, we bet. I bet a lot to get better at betting, or so I thought. Swan always bets me because I’m no good at it and he likes swatting my wide, plump rump. “You know the drill, Brother Drew,” Swan said while grinning. “I almost feel sorry for you. What’s this, seven, eight bets in a row? Cuz, I didn't think you had any skin left on dat azz.” I was lucky there was some. Swan knows how to swing wood. He’s made my toes curl on a couple of occasions. The last time he brought smoke! I almost lost it. He hasn’t made me cry yet, however. I was determined this wouldn't be the day, either. The frat house was empty except for us. We knew everyone’s schedule so we had a couple of hours before some of the brothers were out of class. We nearly had this down to a science. It’s not like we were trying to hide anything. All the brothers do it as well. We just don’t like having an audience. Our brother’s also like to be hands on. If some wood is being swung, everyone wants a piece of the action. “So, you want me in the usual position,” I asked sheepishly. “Yeeessir,” he said quickly. My room’s at the back of the frat house. I lucked out because even if someone came in, you wouldn't hear anything with the door closed. It’s an old house so the doors are thick as well as the insulation. It’s a large room, big enough to have an arm chair. That’s where Brother Swan wanted me – in that chair. I placed a couple of pillows in the seat cushion. This would raise my butt up nice and high, so Swan could make contact with both cheeks. “Get to gettin’,” he said, anxious for me to receive my punishment. “Don’t rush,” I snapped. “You ain’t the one about to get splinters.” He couldn't hide his amusement. “That’s what you get for losing,” Swan said. “You know you can’t beat me at nuthin’, Cuz. “Really? Seriously, really,” I asked. “I can take more wood than you any day,” I said, nearly yelling. “Sure you can, Cuz,” he said slyly. “Thing is, I never lose so get to gettin’,” this time with his hand on my shoulder trying to force me over in the chair. “And this time you gon’ cry.” “Hold, up, ho-ho-hold up, bruh,” I said. “Tell ya, what,” I said. “I got 20 coming. If you cain’t get me to cry by 20, you take 20. If I cry, you stop at the lick I start crying on and I’ll take 20 more from there.” Swan was interested. He knew I’d never cried before but the last time I came close, real close. He’s thinking he could get me up to about 17 or 18, really lay one on me and then have 20 more shots. “OK, Cuz, you got it,” Swan said. I took my position, which was pants and drawers around my ankles, knees up on the cushion (one in front of each arm), hands griping the back of the chair and behind lifted up by the pillows. “I’m bout to serve a course of rump roast,” Swan said as he pulled the paddle back like a major league batter. The first swat landed with a booooom! “Yeeeeeeouch,” I screamed. “Whatcha screaming for,” Swan said barely winded. “That was a pop fly. I ain’t got to the home runs yet, Cuz.” Swan killed me with that, “Cuz” stuff. He was also killing me with Black Betty, the board we usually used on pledges. She was old, but hurt like a mutha. It was about three and a half feet long, an inch thick and four inches wide at the business end. There were holes, of course, but countersunk. It was piano black and lacquered. Not a color of our frat, just use black for the drama. Baaammm! Baaammm! Wham! Swan had found his rhythm quickly. He was hitting base hits, doubles and triples on my ass. He was pounding me like Hammering Hank all the while I’m screaming and writhing on the chair in almost unbearable pain. But I made up my mind. I was winning this bet if it meant not sitting for a week. “What’s. . Whop . . The . . Whop . . . matter . . .smack. . Cuz,” Swan said, this time almost breathless. “You ain’t had a beatin’ like this before bro. I’m bringing smoke and got plenty more before the fire starts,” he said in an almost maniacal voice. “I’m loving this dog. . bam. . .bam. . .baaammmm! “Ouch. Oooooo. Ouch, Swan, you killin’ me,” I yelled. My rump felt like is was glowing. That would be a sight. I’m a deep chocolate, but Swan has put some color in dat azz on several occasions. “Whoa, dog, woooooooo.” I hollered. “You trying to get you mama to hear you back in Texas. She cain’t help you Cuz, can she” he asked between licks. “I ain't yo mama but I’m yo daddy, ain’t I, AIN”T I,” Swan yelled. He was enjoying this for sure. So much so, he had lost count. But I hadn't. “That’s 17, ouch. . . .18 . . .ahhhhhyeeohhh . . .19. . . woooooweeeeooh. . .20!!!!!!” I looked back at Swan and he looked puzzled. “Naw, dawg, that cain’t be 20, I just got started,” he said hurriedly. “Naw, Cuz, it’s my turn, dawg,” I said triumphantly. “Wait, now,” Swan said trying to back up. “You know I was just playing, just playing, Cuz. Swan was nervous. I could hear it in his voice. He’d not lost a bet to me in a long, long time. But he wasn’t getting out of this. That latte-colored, arrogant butt was about to get changed to a deep, crimson red. “Naw, Cuz,” putting much emphasis on “Cuz” this time “You lost, get to gettin’. “Aiiiiite, aiiiite,” Swan said as he fumbled with his belt. “Gimme some room, bruh,” he huffed. “I’m gon’ do dis. I pay my debts.” He walks over to the chair and assumes the position I just left. “Like this,” he asked nervously. “Yep,” I said. “That’s perfect. Face the wall and don’t look back. “And now stepping to the plate, recently out of retirement, Mr. Barry Bonds,” I said with a chuckle. “Not Bonds, dawg, awwh come on son” Swan pleaded. I was deaf to that. My sole, singular mission was to hit as many home runs as possible. “Swing batter, batter swing,” I said as I drew the bat behind my head. My follow through was perfect. I hit Swan square in the biscuits. “Kaaaapooow.” My first lick was a grand slam. “Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooch,” Swan screamed. He was on his feet holding his aching ass. “Man, that ain’t fair. I didn’t hit you that hard, Cuz.” he said. “Oh, you hit me a lot harder than that, bruh. It just hurts worse when you lose. Get back in da cut.” He did so quickly and I continued my rear assault. I put more muscle in the second swing than the first. Ooooohhhh mmmyyyy dddaaaammmmnn,” Swan yelled. He was clutching that arm chair like it was his last brew. The next three were singles and doubles. I felt a little sorry for him because he was begging and pleading so. The next lick was a game winning grand slam that sounded like dynamite. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Cuz, please,” Swan begged. I had him and I wasn’t letting up this time. “Really, Cuz,” I said a little winded. “We ‘bout to play ‘question and answer,’ son. What’s my name . . .bam. . . .huh. . . .bam, bam, what is it,” I screamed? “It’s Drew, Brother Drew, ooowww, come on bruh,” he said moaning and groaning. “Spell, it Swan, spell it,” I ordered. “Whack. . .D. . .whack. . .R. . .whack, whack. . .E, W, come on man, plee. . eee. . .eee. . ase,” Swan said. I finished his beating with grand slams. His face was buried in the seat cushion. His screams were muffled but still loud. “Last one, Cuz. Get that rump up, make it stand at attention,” I said. He raised his battered bubble butt a little and was perfectly still, as if to say “do your worst.” So I took the challenge. I got in my Ken Griffey stance wiggled the paddle and let fly. I didn’t use the same board Swan did. My personal paddle had our frat’s letters carved in the wood. I did my best Griffey imitation and landed the lick with crushing force. “Wooooooooooiiiiiiieeeeeeeyeeeeoooouch,” Swan screamed jumping about three feet in the air holding his red rump. I hit him hard enough to tattoo the letters on his cheeks. They were almost hard to see. He was glowing red on both sides – almost perfect circles. “You wait ‘till the next one, Cuz,” he said gingerly raising his pants over his tail. “Oh, we gon’ bet on something again,” I asked. “I ain’t goin’ out like this Drew,” Swan said. “Bruh, now it’s on!”

Update At SpCpBoy

It's been a long time coming (I should talk) but there were a few new pic's posted over on SpCpBoy's blog roasting his young friends rump again! Go check um out!

http://spcpboy.blogspot.com/?zx=1cf9a3890a394e23

The Coach's Punishment

After a ten minute session with the Coach's wicked paddle in front of all your teammates the coach then makes you sit with your bare throbbing ass on the "stool of shame" with the football pressed against your head until he decides to let you get up! This punishment is for dropping and fumbling the ball during the game! Your not the first or the last boy that will endure this punishment before the season is over but the problem is your gonna have to deal with the humiliation of being paddled in front of everybody and crying your eyes out.....at least until the coach picks his next victim! I think this punishment could be used for High school, College as well as the Pro's!

Belasco - Dungeon Paddling

Damn I love these Belasco drawings! Imagine being naked and helpless by all your enemies and they are dead set to blister your ass with the hardest paddle they can find and then they take turns to see how hot they can get that ass! Your dick is betraying you by sticking straight out and dripping! They can see that the thought of getting your ass beat raw is turning you on!

One by on the take turns to make you scream....each one has a different implement to bring a world of hurt to your big naked ass!The leader of this gang saves his solid wooden paddle filled with holes for last! He tells you that your gonna remember this night for a very long time and your ass will remember it even longer! As he blisters your ass the tears are falling down your face.....you try and take it but he is hitting your defenseless ass with such force that you have no choice! You scream and hear the screams of other victims down in this dungeon being used and abused as well! You would give anything to be able to reach back to sooth your burning butt and to stop that wicked paddle from peeling the skin off your ass but there is nothing you can do but take every stroke until he thinks you have had enough! Your erection has long since gone and all you can feel is the intense pain like a red hot iron hitting your ass! Damn I wish Belasco would do more of these drawings....don't you?

http://www.belasco-comix.com/