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Swirlies and Red Butts

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Adrain Gates was late and took the chance.  The sophomores had decreed that that corridor was NEVER to be trod on by freshman scum.  It was theirs.  It had been that way for decades and nothing was going to change that.  The way looked clear so Adrain dashed in the sophomores' territory figuring he would be out of it in a few seconds.  The way had not been clear.  Four of the nastiest sophomores – Abbott, Glisson, Nickelson and Tetter – dashed into the corridor from the gym and they collided.  Adrain did not have a chance of escape for all five of them were entangled in a heap on the floor.

Adrain did give it a try when they were all standing, "Sorry, guys, I'm late.  Gotta run."

"Not so fast, freshie!" snapped Nickelson.  Gates was held by two of them.

He knew better than to try to fight, especially outnumbered four to one.  He started to sweat.  Beads formed on his forehead.

"The little baby is hot; see how he is perspiring." taunted Tetter.  "He needs to cool off."  His buds agreed enthusiastically.© YLeeCoyote

"Let's help the boy out." Nickelson said and the four grinned at each other.  Gates was frog-marched through the hall, into the locker room and then into the toilet area.  He knew what was going to happen.  He was afraid to yell because of how firmly they were holding him; it was just slightly painful now but could easily become very painful.  He tried to resist just enough to show that he was macho and not a sissy wimp.  He just hoped whoever had last used the toilet had flushed properly.

He was slightly relieved that the guy had.  Gates was forced to his knees in front of the porcelain throne.  His heart was racing but everything else seemed to be in slow motion.  As his head was shoved to the water he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  His head went in and the handle was pulled.  Hoover Dam burst and Niagara happened for a subjective hour.  He was coughing and struggling to get his breath.  Four very-pleased-with-themselves sophomores were laughing.

"Having fun, boys?" growled a voice with great authority.  The laughter stopped.  "WAIT BY MY OFFICE!" came the barked order.  The four knew they were in deep trouble.  They each had visions of six pops.  Six pops from the paddle hanging by the coach's office door which they could not take their eyes off of although the sight was most painful.  They had each experienced its most enthusiastic kisses.

Coach Hollinger tended to Gates in the shower room.  He was a bit wet but OK having gotten over that drowning feeling.  "Coach, I have an idea.  Rather than giving them six pops each, give them only three but have them give each other three swirlies apiece during the fresh/soph lunch period when everyone can enjoy the punishment."

"Interesting idea, Gates.  I'll check with the VP.  There will an announcement made."  The coach went to his office and spoke with the VP.  They made a decision.  The four miscreants were instructed to be in the boys' gym at the end of the day.

An hour later, there was a general announcement on the school's PA system.  "This is VP Overpeck.  There will be a special assembly for all male freshmen and sophomores about the epidemic of swirlies and the new consequences of them in the gym at the end of the day.  Attendance is mandatory."  Throughout the day and especially at lunch word spread that Gates had been the latest victim and the swirlers had been caught in the act.  Everyone was anxious about what would happen.

The VP talked about the subject and that it was wrong.  As of now the punishment was changed to only three pops and three swirlies for each perp.  These four, indicating Abbott, Glisson, Nickelson and Tetter, would be the first to receive the new punishment.  They would get their pops right here in the gym and the swirlies in the adjacent toilet.  Because of the limited space in the john, you will have to go in groups although you be able to see a closed circuit view of the rest.  There was much murmuring in the assembled group.  Of course, previous victims were anxious to see justice and the others … well … it should be a good show.

The four to be punished were called to the front of the group and the details of their crime told.  It was emphasized that the victim had not tattled but they were caught in the act.  The perps would also have to swirl each other.  A horse had been conveniently placed and the four had to lower their jeans and boxers and bend over it each in turn.  Coach Hollinger did the honors.  There were twelve hard WHACKS on four bare sophomore butts with twelve yells.  The nice hot red color was appreciated by their fellow students – especially the freshmen.

The students were surprised that the stall partitions had been removed from one of a pair of stalls so that the eager crowd could see better.  It was explained that they had best do a thorough swirlie each and every time.  They would do it one-on-one so that they must cooperate.  If necessary the proper way would be demonstrated but not count.  The VP pointed to four large seniors (two football player and two wrestlers) who would do the demonstrations.  The four hot, red-assed sophs gulped and realized there wasn't any way out.  They were not going to ask for three more pops for it meant getting a full six at one time.  A chart had been made up setting up the pairs.

Abbott was to give the first swirlie to Glisson.  Glisson looked particularly unhappy as he knelt in front of the bowl and saw the water up close.  He knew how his victims had struggled and that it took two or three to keep the stronger victims in place.  It certainly was diabolical to make this one-on-one.  Abbott also saw the problem and whispered to his buddy that he must not fight back.  Abbott got a good grip on Glisson's arms behind his back and pushed him forward.  The handle was pressed by a freshie who had been swirled.  It was very difficult for both sophs but the freshie gave them a thumbs up.  One done and eleven to go.

Nickelson was to give the second swirlie to Tetter.  This pair was just as experienced as the previous pair.  The audience group was changed and the second handle pusher got into place.  Nickelson pressed forward on Tetter and the handle was pressed.  Nickelson could not hold Tetter down as he fought back; his natural instinct not to drown was quite strong.  One of the football players came to assist.  Tetter got into position again and held down both by his friend and the large jock.  The handle was pushed and the freshie held it down a bit to extend the deluge.  Tetter was horrified as he recovered.  He had not realized how terrible being swirled was.

Tetter now had to swirl Abbott.  It was very difficult for him even being on top.  Abbott was his friend and now he knew how it felt.  "I'm sorry, buddy, but if I don't do it then one of them will." he said pointing.  The witness group changed and the two got into position.  Abbott did as well as Glisson and did not need any senior help.  Glisson easily held Nickelson in place completing the first round.  None of the perps were looking forward to the next two rounds.

The second round was part way through when it was Abbott's turn to punish Tetter.  He knew that he could not hold Tetter in place if he fought which he certainly would.  He appealed for help before starting rather than failing.  One of the wrestlers quickly stepped forward to help.  As Tetter was pushed into position by the much stronger wrestler, he was asked: "Do you remember doing this to my little brother?"  Tetter yelled "NO" as he was pushed into the cold water.  It was the wrong thing to do as it expelled his air.  The freshie heard and held the handle down to prolong the punishment.  The wrestler happily held him down longer than necessary.  Tetter took a long time to recover and then he was crying.  Since he was a bully, everyone was amused by this.

Round three had everyone on edge.  Each of the miscreants had been swirled twice and were definitely scared to continue. Abbott, Glisson and Nickelson were brave enough to continue but asked that the seniors do it.  Their appeals were granted as they were brave enough to take their punishments in a manly fashion.  "It's just too hard to do it one-on-one particularly to a buddy."  In turn, a senior held each of them down and a freshie pushed the handle.  Tetter was a different case.  He also made a request; actually he begged – to take the pops instead.

They went into the gym and Tetter was placed over a horse.  The four seniors held him in place as the coach delivered six hard WHACKS to his already red hot-butt.  He couldn't sit comfortably for more than a week.

There was not another swirlie for the rest of the school year.

The End

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