This story was inspired by a short film from Spain I recently saw called "The Brave Little Girl". In it a group of boys and girls are at a party playing Spin the bottle, but instead of a kiss the person who spins the bottle gets to switch whomever it lands on. They then roll the dice to see how many strokes it will be. The girl is switched while standing on her head. Her skirt falls to reveal her panties with little blue flowers on them. Two boys hold up her legs in a "y" shape while a really cute chubby boy switched her on her panties. I'm not into little girls, so this is my version.
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I was never very popular in elementary school. I was the proverbial fat kid with glasses. To make matters worse I was a straight A student with perfect attendance and behavior who sang in the school choir. Looking back at it, even I hated me.

Rene LeBreton was the most popular boy in my class. I secretly worshiped him. He was the exact opposite of me. He had straight blonde hair and freckles on his perfectly cherubic cheeks. He was very athletic. A solid B, C student, but lived in detention. He was “high spirited” and a leader. His gang ruled the schoolyard, but he wasn’t really a bully. If he asked you to do something, you did it. Not out of fear, but of honor.

I was honored one day, when he asked me to give him my math homework. He didn’t ask to copy it, he asked me to give him mine as it was only a couple of minutes before class. So I did so, willingly. He simply erased my name and wrote his instead across the top of the page.

If he had not had his homework, he would have been given a detention slip. I, on the other hand, told the teacher I had forgotten it at home and because I had never done so before, was simply told to bring it the next day.

Not surprisingly, two days later Rene asked me again. Despite my reluctance, I quickly gave him my work. This time I was not so lucky. The teacher made a big deal about how shocked and disappointed she was in me and gave me my very first ever detention slip. It had to be signed by my parents and returned the next morning to be served that day after school for two hours.

My parents gave me the exact same speech as my teacher of how shocked and disappointed they were in me. There were nine boys there for detention that day. Rene was one of them. We turned in our signed slips to Mr. Williams and he assigned us a spot to stand with our hands behind our heads facing the wall. That was all we did the entire time. Then about an hour into the detention he began calling boys one at a time to his desk to be paddled. Luckily I could see out of the corner of my eye without moving my head. The boy would lower his pants, leaving his underwear on, and bend over the edge of the desk. He would then position the boy’s bottom as high in the air as the boy could manage. He would then paddle the boy, who was made to count out loud after each stroke. When the boy was let up he would shake their hand and the boy would say, “thank you sir. I’m sorry” To which Mr. Williams would reply “See that it doesn’t happen again!”

Some boys only got two swats and others as many as 16. Rene of course was the one that got the 16. He took them without the slightest indication that it hurt at all. I kept waiting for my name to be called, but for some reason he never did. There were actually three of us that didn’t. Then as he was about to let us go, Mr. Williams said “You boys who didn’t get paddled, it’s because this was your first detention. See to it that it is your last if you don’t want to find out what my paddle feels like.”

The very next day, Rene asked me for my homework. This time, however I was prepared. I handed him a paper with his name already on it. I had made a copy so I wouldn’t get into trouble again. This is how I started doing Rene’s math homework everyday.

Then a week later, he surprised my by inviting me to his birthday party. I was in heaven. This must mean we were finally friends. Even though he had never really spoken to me about anything other than my homework.

I obsessed about the party all week. What present to give him? What to wear? I even got a new hair cut for the party. I didn’t really follow sports, but my godfather was a pitcher for the New Orleans Pelicans, a major league baseball team at the time, so I gave Rene the autographed ball and glove he had given me. Rene seemed to be really impressed. It really helped that we both had the same first name...Rene.

I felt like a complete outsider at the party. Even though I went to school with just about everyone, except his cousins. I just didn’t fit in with his crowd and it was obvious.

After the cake and all the presents were opened, we all went down into his basement to play some games. All of the adults stayed upstairs, glad to have the peace and quiet. He had a whole game room set up down there with a pinball machine and a ping pong table. After about a half an hour of standing around and watching Rene try to beat his own high score. Rene decided it was time to play something else.

It was very simple. He had us all sit in a big circle. He then took a long wooden paddle off the wall. I suppose it was the paddle that his father used on him, whenever he was bad or got another detention. He then would spin the bottle and whomever it landed on would have to get up and lower his pants and then Rene would roll a pair of dice to see how many swats the boy would get. It could be as little as two (snake eyes) or as many as 12...or so I thought.

The very first spin landed right on me. Everyone was grinning. I got up and was about to lower my pants when I asked “Are you sure your parents won’t hear us and come down?” “You could set off a bomb down here and they wouldn’t hear...no chickening out!” “I’m not!” Matt Lee seemed relieved when Rene asked him to sit at the top off the stairs to act as the “official lookout” in case his parents tried to come down into the basement. So I did as I was told and dropped my shorts and leaned over the Ping Pong table. Rene rolled the dice. It was six and three. So I got 9 hard whacks across my butt. I tried my best not to call out or cry, but was having a hard time. I had never been paddled before. I knew it would hurt, but I had no idea such pain was possible much less endurable.

It hurt like hell to squat back down. Every eye in the room was on me and burst into laughter as I grimaced and let out a yelp as my ass touched the hard floor. The next one was Karl Mildenberger who got a four and three. Karl reminded me of Tommy Norden from Flipper. He had a pudgy face with bright red hair and freckles but his body was quite muscular. The thing I knew most about him was that he really seemed to hate wearing shoes. He was always taking his shoes off when he was sitting at his desk or playing in the yard no matter how many times the teachers yelled at him or punished him. He took the seven whacks without a sound. He seemed like he was very used to being paddled.

Then on the third spin it came right back to me. Everyone burst into laughter as I had to get back up. I was going to complain, but thought better about it. Rene rolled a five and a five. To my horror everyone said doubles, roll again. So then he rolled a four and a two. I was then informed that I would get 16. I wanted to protest “It’s not Fair!”, but how could I?

I thought I was going to die. Each whack was absolute torture, but I was determined not to cry. On the ninth whack someone shouted, I think it was one of his cousins, “Beat that fat ass!” I was about to start crying when Rene said to him “Just wait til it’s your turn!” My ass was on fire, but somehow I managed to make it without begging him to stop or crying out. When I got my shorts back on I went back to my place and everyone started to chant “Sit!, Sit!, Sit!” and exploded with laughter when I touched the floor.

The next spin went to Erbin Bush, another fat kid, but unlike me, he was popular. He was really good at football and new every joke ever told. He was the class comedian. Never a clown. He was more of an insult comic. He got a six and a four. I really enjoyed watching him get paddled because he squealed after each one. I at least had the satisfaction of knowing I had taken my whacks better.

Then Chris Lauto got two fours. Doubles. Roll again. Rene then rolled a two and a five. For 15. He took them a lot better than Erbin and even I had. He did have a really nice bubble-butt. He sat right behind me in most of my classes, so I had never really noticed his butt before. It was quite nice. His father owned a chain of movie theaters and he once offered me some free movie passes if I let him copy off my paper during a history test. I was afraid of getting caught so I told him know, but then halfway through the test he looked so lost I positioned my paper where he could see it. It didn’t help him with the written part, but it did for the true and false and multiple choice. So he gave me two free passes. When I went, he was there taking tickets and got me some free popcorn. So he was the closest I had to a friend in the room.

Then Tommy Julian got a one and four. He was a real athlete. He and his older brothers were the stars of every team the school had. He too had red hair and freckles, but not an ounce of fat on his entire body. He only had five whacks, but started cursing at Rene after the first stroke saying, “Fuck!” followed by “You’re a fucking prick! It’s your birthday, you’re the one that’s supposed to be spanked!” Rene replied, “You think your man enough?” There was a long pause while I thought they were going to kill each other. Then Rene said “I thought not...if you don’t like it, just fucking leave!” Tommy suddenly became very complacent and accepted the remaining whacks without further protest.

Jared Schexnader was next. He got a two and a six. Jared was pretty nondescript. He never really said much. He was really cute when he smiled or laughed, but he didn’t smile or laugh very often. He seemed somewhat deep and brooding. I remember him getting in big trouble for bringing a book to school that really pissed the nuns off. It was called "The Basketball Diaries". I had never heard of it, but the nuns seemed to think it was inappropriate for a young Catholic to be reading. (this part is true)

Then Erbin Bush got another five and a six. He kept jumping up and grabbing his butt, which was really pissing Rene off. After the third time he did it, Rene said “What the fuck? Just sit down if you’re going to be such a fucking pussy!” Erbin said “I’m sorry! I’ve never been paddled before. It...I’ll do it...I swear.” He then took the remaining three whacks without getting up.

Then Rene said “let’s make this a little more interesting, shall we? The next one has to take off everything and whatever the dice is we double it. O.K.?””

There was a huge enthusiastic response among the blood-thirstier parts of the crowd. Then like a magnet. It landed directly on me again.

The crowd cheered as I got up and began to reluctantly remove all of my clothes. They even balked when I had left my socks on. Some of the kids started to make fun of how fat I was, but Rene stopped them saying “Hey cut it out...that’s not cool!” Rene then diced a six and a five. Oh my god. I was doomed. 22 whacks completely naked!

This time I couldn’t contain myself and let out a loud yelp on the second whack. The flood gate was open. For every whack I managed to take without a sound, there were two that I yelped at. It was worse than torture. Tears and snot were flying off my face as the final stroke finally landed. I responded by jumping up and down grabbing my butt and saying “motherfucker...man that fucking hurt!”

The crowd was ravenous and laughed uncontrollably as I tried to squeeze the pain away.

“Alright...from now on...not only does the person have to be completely naked...he has to get paddled while standing on his head. Everyone was completely silent by shear bizarreness of the challenge.

Rene spun the bottle directly at Chris Lauto. He reluctantly got up and began to remove his clothes as I was just starting to put mine back on. Rene then spun a two and four.

Rene sent his two cousins whom had managed not to get called up once to help Chris onto his hands and to hold his legs up and out into a “y”. Chris’ rather thick little penis flopped onto his pudgy little belly. It was a thing of beauty. Then Rene let loose the twelve whacks. Chris yelped a couple of times and his face turned bright purple.

Tommy Julian was next with a three and a six. Unlike his last time, he took those 18 whacks without a sound or protest. His body was extremely impressive if you’re into the whole six pack ab, muscle kind of thing, which I am not. But I was rather in awe at how big his dick was.

Then Chris Lauto got it again. He protested, but to no avail. He had literally just sat back down two seconds before being nailed again. This time he got double fours. So Rene rolled again with a four and a three. So they doubled the 15 for a whopping 30 whacks. This time however as he got into position it was obvious to everyone that he was no longer flopping down but shooting straight out with the first official boner of the day.

It stayed hard throughout the entire 30 whacks. When let go. He clutched his ass and remained laying on the floor crying saying “I’ve had enough...this is stupid!” Rene went over and whispered something into Chris’ ear and he sat up and dried his eyes and got up and began to put his clothes back on. It was then revealed to all what he had said to Chris. Rene told his cousin Andy to sit down and announced Chris is going to take your place holding for a while.

Then Rene spun to Jared Schexnader. He diced a one and two. The lucky bastard got off with only 6 whacks. Jared pleaded with Rene not to have to take his clothes off, but Rene wouldn’t listen to him saying “Everyone else has done it...” So when Jared took off his shirt, everyone was shocked to see that he had a long scar which ran from under his right nipple to the center of his chest and all the way down to his groin. Rene was very apologetic and said, “I’m sorry Jared. I didn’t know. You don’t have to take anything else off.” Then he asked “What happened!” “I was born with heart condition...I had three surgeries before I was even three years old.” Rene told him Hey, I’m sorry. You don’t have to keep playing if you don’t want to.” “No it’s O.K.” he said and began to take off his clothes and stand on his head. Rene gave him the six whacks, but everyone could tell he wasn’t giving them as hard as the ones he’d given everyone else.

Karl said “Maybe we should stop...can’t we play something else?” So Rene asked “Anyone else want to quit?” Erbin raised his hand, but no one else had enough balls to raise theirs. I certainly didn’t.

Then as if he was being punished for wanting to quit, it landed on Erbin Bush again. He got a five and four. Chris and Angelo couldn’t hold him up so Andy and Tommy went and helped. Erbin yelped throughout the 18 whacks.

Then it was finally his cousin Andy’s turn. He got a two and six for 16 whacks. He was extremely muscular, but definitely had the smallest dick out of everyone there including me. It was like a rubber eraser on the end of a tiny little pencil. He cried like a baby the whole time.

Then it landed back on me. I was actually looking forward to it and now had the second official boner of the day. It took four of them to hold me up and my legs apart. I could see in the mirror that my ass was dark purple from all of my previous at bats. Rene rolled double fives. He then rolled a four and a five. 38 whacks! We were on my 24th whack when Matt said, “Your father’s coming. They flung me to the floor as we all scrambled to look innocent. His father didn’t come down. He merely opened the door and yelled down “Jared! Your parents are here to pick you up!...it’s almost 6:00 p.m., all of the parents will be coming soon...So y’all finish up and come upstairs!” I rushed to get dressed. Rene put up the paddle and told everyone “Not a word about the game to anyone outside the party if you know what’s good for you!”

I was the last one to go upstairs. Rene stopped me half way up and said “You still owe me 14 more. Ask your parents if you can come here tomorrow after church if you want to mess around.” I didn’t know what “mess around” meant, but I said, “O.K.” “I think Chris and Karl are coming too. My parents Bar BQ every Sunday after church.”