Students Get An Offer

Two High School Graduates Get Offered Free College, Room, And Board. But, They Have To Follow The Rules.

"What the heck were you two thinking!? Is that your demonstration of 'doing the best you can!?"

The boy and girl in front of me stood with their heads lowered. They were ashamed, which is exactly what I intended.

** Jump back a few months **

You hear about people winning the lottery? Well, I won the lottery. Yep, it's true. Nearly 500 million dollars after taxes in a lump sum payment. Not too bad for a two buck investment.

So, among a lot of other things, I bought myself an estate. Huge main house on 20 acres with a pool and two bedroom pool house. When I bought it, I really didn't know what I was going to do with that much space, but I soon started forming an idea.

The money was obviously more than I could ever spend, so I decided to help out kids who had potential, but no way to realize it. I went to the principal of the local high school and asked him for the names of some candidates to pick from. Seniors who had great potential, but no resources. Kids who had been accepted at the local state college in my town. Surprisingly, there were quite a few. Many of them, believe it or not, were growing up in foster care. Those are the ones I focused on; ones without parents who could help them, ones who would end up flipping burgers for a living if someone didn't step in.

Since I had a two bedroom pool house, I decided to take on two kids at a time. I paid a visit to the local high school principal and told him of my intentions. He was more than happy to put together a list of eight candidates, who had recently graduated, and provide me with the non-private parts of their school records.

Two kids were immediately the front runners. One boy and one girl. Both were in foster care and would be turning 18 during the summer after their high school senior year. At 18, they will 'age-out' of the foster care system and get shown the door of their home.

I arranged to meet them, one at a time, at a local restaurant, where I could buy them dinner and get to know them better. What were they planning on doing after they turned 18? Neither had a plan. What if they could go to college? Did they have a plan for a career? Neither did. I also got a feel for what their social life was like. I didn't mind people who had a social life, but I wanted to be sure that, in their mind, their social life would be secondary to their education.

The girl's name was Mary. She was about 5'2" and maybe 110 pounds. She wasn't overly pretty, but wasn't ugly either. The boy was Carl. He was around 5'10", maybe 160 pounds, wore glasses and didn't look particularly athletic. Both impressed me as nice kids. Both said they dated very little and that the opposite sex members of their high school weren't much interested in them. I gave both a short description of what I wanted to do and both were excited that they were going to have a future. I told them I would get back to them in a week or so.

When you win the lottery, one thing that happens is that you get to meet lots of lawyers. I had one and sat down with him to draw up a contract for my protégés. I wanted to be very specific so they would know what was going to be provided for them, what was expected of them, and, yes, what the consequences would be if they did not adhere to the educational regimen.

My brother, sisters, and I were raised by an old-school father and mother who believed that the best way to get a wayward child's attention was to tan their butts. It was quick, effective, and got straight to the point. While some may not agree with that method, I will tell you that none of my sisters ended up pregnant, none of us got to know the local police, and we all graduated with good grades and a future. I hated my father's paddle and it worked my ass many times, but I always knew he had it and I always did my best to avoid it.

So, I had my attorney write it right into the contract with the kids.

And, there it was. The deal I offered them, on paper. They would get room and board for four years, full college tuition, clothing, transportation, spending money, everything. In return, they had to do their best in college. If they were having trouble with a class, I would get them a tutor. Since I was providing for them, they had to follow my rules and do what they were told. No craziness and no bad acts. A complete focus on their studies. And, if they did something wrong, there was the paddle.

I invited both kids to my house so they could see where they would live, if they signed the contract. I gave them each a copy of it and told them they had a week to look it over and make a decision. I gave them a tour of the property including the pool house, which would be their home. Both were impressed with the possibilities.

The first call I got was from Mary, about two days later. She asked, "You'll spank us if we do something wrong?"

I told her "yes" and gave her a little history on my upbringing.

She said, "I've never been spanked before. What is it like?"

I told her it painful, as it was intended to be, but the damage was not permanent, and was to give her a reason not to make the same mistake twice. Her tail would burn and itch for quite a while if she got it.

The second call was from Carl. He had the same concern, but was much more indignant. I was firm with him and told him he did not have to sign the contract and that there were others who would jump at the opportunity. But, 'my house, my money, my rules'.

I invited them both over for dinner the following week and they both showed up with their contracts signed and notarized and in a really good mood. We talked for a long time and decided they would both move into the pool house when they were discharged from foster care. We also filled out their college admission paperwork. I told them to bring everything they had, along with any medicines they might be taking, when they moved in.

Two weeks later, Carl and Mary arrived at the house with everything they owned in a black plastic garbage bag. That day, I took them to the grocery store and let them pick what they wanted to stock up their refrigerator, freezer, and pantry. I also told them the amount of their allowance and they got their first pocket money. The next day, we went clothes shopping and got them new clothes. And, as a final surprise, we stopped by a used car lot and got them a two-year old SUV to share. Mary also got a trip to the local OB/GYN to get on birth control. While she said she didn't date much and was a virgin, I wanted to be sure no idiot sold her a bill of goods and put a baby in her before she had a chance to graduate.

School started and both kids seemed excited to get their continuing education going. I was on their school records as their guardian, so had access to everything in their records and was also the person the school called, if needed.

Then, after a month in school, I got the call. Both had missed nearly an entire week of afternoon classes.

** Jump back to the present **

I got them together in the pool house.

"Where have you been going instead of going to school?"

No answer.

"I'm waiting! All I asked of you is that you do your best in college and, I have to tell you, not attending class cannot possibly be your best. So what's up?"

Mary answered first. "We just wanted a little time off and thought it would be fun to skip. It was Carl's idea, but I can't blame it on him. I went along. I'm really sorry."

"Carl?"

"I just thought that we're both 18 now and are adults so should be able to do what we want to do."

He's arrogance irritated me along with not showing any remorse. "Well, you're not adults and the irresponsibility you demonstrated proves that. Now, you both know what you've got coming so go upstairs, get into your pajamas and come back down. You've got five minutes." I was angry and they knew it.

Carl said, "I don't want to be paddled. I'm too old for that."

"You don't have to be Carl and you know that. You can pack your things and leave. But, if you stay, I will not tolerate disobedience. It's your choice."

With that, he got up and followed Mary upstairs. I walked over to the main house and got the paddle.

The paddle my Dad used on us was made of hardwood. I remembered how it caused deep bruising in the ass muscles that lasted for weeks. Then, there was always the possibility of hitting the tail bone, which could cause more permanent damage. So, I had procured one made of hard rubber. I figured it was just as effective in correcting the problem while also not having the downsides of a wooden one. The business end, not including the handle, was 2 feet long by 3" wide and 3/4 inch thick. I had also drilled eight, dime sized holes in the business end. Through those, skin would pop through and leave blisters that would last far longer than the soreness from the paddling did.

I returned just as the two kids were coming down the steps in their pajamas. At least they were following instructions. They gasped when they saw the paddle in my hand.

I looked at both. "I want you two to understand something. What is about to happen is going to happen each and every time you do something stupid. I intend to give you a reason to think twice in the future. Do you understand?"

Mary answered first, "Yes sir." She had tears in her eyes. I assumed, and hoped, that since she didn't know what the paddling was going to feel like, that the tears were because she had disappointed me, and knew it.

Carl didn't immediately respond. I gave him a stern look, then he answered. "Yes sir."

"Alright children. Pull off your pajama bottoms and underwear."

Both looked shocked and hesitated.

"I'm not going to say it again. Do it now!"

Mary hooked her thumbs in her pajama bottoms and peeled them down, along with her panties. When they hit the floor, she kicked them away.

Carl had an embarrassed look on his face that I didn't comprehend, at first. He, turned away, then pulled down his pajama bottoms, but not his underwear. When he turned back, I saw why he was embarrassed. There was a big tent in the front of his underwear.

"Take them off Carl."

"Please sir."

"Do it now."

Carl slowly skinned down his underwear and a rock-hard penis popped out.

Mary's eyes got really wide; she couldn't help staring at the first penis she'd ever seen.

Taking Mary's arm, I put her standing against the wall where she had full view of the back of the couch. She started using her hands to cover her pussy, but I told her to put her arms at her sides and leave them there. She did what she was told.

I bent Carl over the back of the couch and gave him a pillow to hold onto and scream into. He was a little resistant, but did comply. I had already decided that both were going to have memorable sessions with the paddle, but he was going to get it worse. He had to lose all the belligerence he was displaying.

He was bent at about a 45 degree angle with his head far lower than his butt; his balls were visible between his legs. His dick was still hard, so I put a towel on the flour between his legs, just in case the inevitable happened.

I warned him that, if he attempted to reach back and protect his ass or get up, his punishment would start all over.

I swung the paddle from as far back as I could reach. When it landed on his ass, it sounded like a gunshot going off. Both cheeks flattened, then rebounded with a bright red stripe across them. He didn't scream, but inhaled deeply and started breathing hard.

Mary jumped and started crying softly; she knew she was next.

I landed the second swat across his 'sit spot' where the bottom of his ass met his thighs. It's the tenderest part of the ass and his reaction showed it. There was a loud "Yow" followed by more heavy breathing. His ass was beginning to turn from red to purple with dark circles showing here the paddle's holes had landed.

On the fourth swat, his knees buckled and he laid on the couch arm and, on the fifth, his ass cheeks started to spasm involuntarily.

After the fifth, he was crying loudly which continued until the tenth and final swat.

Carl was sobbing uncontrollably and was unable to stand for 10 minutes or so. When he was, I put him against the wall where he could watch Mary's punishment and told him to put his hands on his head.

I retrieved the towel I had placed between Carl's legs and, sure enough, he had cum during the paddling.

Mary was already crying as I led her over to the couch arm and bent her over.

She looked at me and said, through her sobs, that she knew she deserved what she was going to get, but was very very sorry. I told her my standard, "Right now, you're sorry you got caught. In a few minutes, you're going to be sorry you did it."

She buried her head in the pillow, adding her tears to the wet from Carl's tears and waited for what was coming.

Her ass was much smaller than Carl's and, when she bent over, the skin was stretched tight.

I landed the first swat just below her butt crack. The paddle covered the entire width of her ass and bounced off, leaving a strip of fire. Mary screamed into the pillow, loud enough that I was glad I didn't have any close neighbors. She didn't get up, but her ass started 'twerking', trying to shake the sting out of it.

The second lick was directly across the center of her cheeks, overlapping the first only slightly, and leaving the majority of her tail red, with purple spots begging to blossom. She was hysterical now, sobbing and begging that she was sorry.

I reached back and caught her ass on the upswing, landing right at the base of her butt where her asscheeks met her thighs. That one brought her up on her tip toes and brought another loud howl.

I waited a minute, mostly to let her ass get more tender. All of the remaining swats were going to be on top of already punished skin and I wanted to be sure she felt every one.

The remaining seven swats were concentrated right on the lowest part of her ass where, no matter how she tried to sit, it was going to be on sore, blistered skin. Her thighs convulsed and every swat caused her ass to clench and unclench, trying to sooth the pain. When I was done, her ass was a mess from the top of her butt crack to about four or five inches down her thighs. Blisters were already beginning to form where her skin had popped though the holes in the paddle.

Looking back at Carl, I noticed that his dick had gotten hard again from watching Mary get paddled. It was evident that the heat and itching in his ass was radiating to other places. It would be that way for Mary too. In four or five hours, her pussy would be soaked and itching as the heat from her ass reaching it.

When Mary was able to stand, I placed her and Carl, face down, on the two couches and told them to keep their hands over their heads and not to touch their ass until I told them they could. That, was an hour.

The hour was interesting with both of them wiggling on the couches and flexing and shaking their asses trying to cool the fire and slow down the itching. It was clear they were both very uncomfortable and that's exactly how I wanted it. The longer they burned and itched, the better chance they would avoid more of the same.

When the hour was up, I told them both to sit on the couch next to each other. They winced when their butts hit the cushions.

"Now, who wants that to happen to them again?"

Both shook their heads adamantly.

"So this is real easy. You are each in complete control of whether or not you are paddled again. All you have to do is concentrate on your studies, don't do what you know is wrong, and do what you are told. And, in return, you get a four year college degree and a future. Mess up, and you'll be right back here again. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir."

With that, I tossed them a tube of sunburn ointment and told them to use it on each other's behinds to reduce the swelling. Initially, there was a frantic look, but then they remembered the 'do what you are told' part of my speech.

** Jump forward four years **

I watched proudly as my two kids walked across the stage and collected their college diplomas. They both had already lined up jobs and were well on their way to success. Both, once in a while, had been revisited by the paddle, but the frequency that it happened got less and less throughout the years.

Both had come to me and told me that, if I had not kept them under control, they probably would not have made it.

I'm looking for two more children to start in my program in the next school year.