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Friday, January 27, 2023
Everything off
The humiliation was the point!
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It was parents orientation weekend at the conservative midwestern Christian college. They’d moved their college freshman into his or her dorm, toured the campus, and heard the boring speeches about how their sons and daughters would be molded into young men and women of sound minds, able bodies, and good moral character, etc.
The dinner session, however, was segregated by sex. Freshmen “men” and their fathers were invited to a special “discussion” with the Dean of Men. The dean did not mince words reminding the assemblage of the moral standards of the school. He also talked about the importance of discipline. Fathers nodded in agreement. Sons tried not to cringe or roll their eyes.
“Those fathers who are alumni may remember that corporal punishment was an integral part of our approach to discipline in years past. The Trustees have decided that is no longer appropriate in this day and age, though athletic coaches are permitted greater freedom in this regard,” the dean explained. “However, if other approaches fail to help a recalcitrant young man quickly back onto the straight and narrow way, we may ask you, as his father, to take him in hand. And generally, I want to encourage you fathers to check in regularly with your sons during this first year of college. Many young men have trouble exercising their newfound freedoms responsibly. If you sense your son succumbing to temptation, don’t be afraid to visit him here or summon him home for the weekend and counsel him. If it feels necessary, don’t be afraid to humble him and apply the rod of correction where it will do the most good! Trust me when I say you won’t be the only father in this room who does so.”
The boys (and after that talk they all felt like boys, despite their 18 years) slunk quietly back to their dorms, while most of the dads headed to the campus “pub,” which served ice cream and soda pop, but no alcohol on this dry campus.
At one table, the fathers of Jake Pedersen, Mike Monroe, and Chad Wagner sat down together over milkshakes. Their three freshman sons had arrived a few weeks earlier for soccer “camp,” and were already good friends. Now the dads were getting to know each other.
“Well, that was quite a speech from the dean!” exclaimed Mr. Pedersen. “The way he was going on, I thought he might march one of the boys out onstage and give us a demonstration of how to ‘apply the rod’!”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t need a demonstration!“ agreed Mr. Monroe.
The other two men chuckled. “From what Chad tells me,” Mr. Wagner added, “their soccer coach has already given the boys a good demonstration or two.”
“Oh really?”
“Mike didn’t mention that.”
“Oh yes. It sounded like all the freshmen have gotten it at least once. Apparently coach applies the paddle after practice in the locker room right after they undress, but before they hit the showers. Maximum exposure.”
“I like this coach!”
“Mike should have told me about this. He would have been in a little trouble, but now he’s gonna be in big trouble.”
“Well, Chad didn’t specifically say Mike got in trouble.”
“Did he say anything about Jake?”
“No, no. Just himself and the other freshmen in general.”
“Sounds to me like Mike and probably Jake have gotten it, too. I guess tomorrow morning I’ll have to ‘humble Mike and apply the rod of correction where it will do the most good’!” Mr. Monroe said, imitating the dean’s tone from dinner.
Mr. Wagner lowered his voice. “So you still spank Mike?”
“Sure do!” Mr. Monroe responded enthusiastically between slurps of his Oreo shake. “The hairbrush can still light a fire in an 18-year-old’s backside. Works wonders!”
Mr. Wagner looked a little skeptical. He turned to Mr. Pedersen. “And Jake?”
“Well,” said Mr. Pedersen, “I don’t spank him the way I used to when he was just a boy.”
“Why the heck not!?” interjected Mr. Monroe.
“I don’t mean I don’t tan his hide when he needs it; I just don’t do it the same way.”
“Oh, I see.”
“How do you do it?”
“Well, the most important part is the beginning. What the dean was referring to. Humble the boy.”
“I didn’t understand what he meant by that,” said Mr. Wagner. “Seemed like code language.”
Mr. Monroe snorted and started gesticulating, but Mr. Pedersen cut him off.
“I’m an alum, so I know what he meant, and it’s just what I do with Jakey. It starts with taking off his clothes.”
“Well, everyone knows a good spanking is more effective on a bare bottom.”
“Yes, but I don’t just mean taking down his pants. I mean everything.”
Mr. Pedersen, in a calm, measured tone continued. “Everything off. I used to do the last part - taking down his underpants - myself, after he’d stripped off the rest. But once he got to be too big to go over my knee, that just became impractical.”
“Wait, so you’re saying the college used to require young men to strip down totally naked for punishment?”
“That’s the way it was in my day!” said Mr. Monroe.
“And mine,” agreed Mr. Pedersen. “I was only summoned before the dean once, and it was my freshman year. It’s not an experience a guy wanted to ever repeat.”
Mr. Monroe chortled. Mr. Wagner listened intently as Mr. Pedersen continued.
“I’m not going to say what exactly I did, but let’s just say a young lady was involved. We didn’t break any commandments, but we might have gotten close if we hadn’t been caught. And, just for the record, even at 18 I wouldn’t have done that with just any girl. That young lady is now Mrs. Pedersen and Jake’s mother.” The other men nodded understandingly.
“When I got to the Dean’s office, he asked me if I had any defense for my immoral actions. Of course, I didn’t. Then came the humbling. If I was going to follow the ways of sin like Adam and Eve, I would be punished in the same dress as they were! I’m sure my jaw dropped and my eyes must have gone wide. I was no stranger to my father’s woodshed, but I hadn’t expected . . . that.
“‘Everything off!’ came the command. And I started stripping. Fast. I wasn’t sure what that man might do if I didn’t hop to! He made no pretense of looking away, but looked me over appraisingly as I removed each piece of clothing. I stopped when I was wearing nothing but my socks, but the command was repeated.”
“Everything off!” piped up Mr. Monroe, as animated as ever.
“Exactly,” agreed Mr. Pedersen. “I still remember how unnerving it was to be hopping on one foot and then the other, my private parts bouncing around, as I took off my socks and the dean watched. Once I was starkers, he made me stand at attention as he slowly circled and read me the riot act. Sodom and Gomorrah, the whole nine yards. I felt like the most miserable sinner on earth before he was done.
“I practically begged for the thrashing that followed. I bent eagerly over a bench designed for the purpose and held on tight. The dean used an actual rod, a bundle of seven or eight sturdy, supple switches. Lit a fire in my behind so hot Satan himself would have been impressed. I didn’t beg for mercy; I knew I deserved to be punished. But I definitely cried. Sobbed really.
“Then came the ultimate humbling, one reserved for those who committed sins of the flesh as it were. In those days, there was a men’s quad and a women’s quad; all the dorms for each sex were on opposite sides of campus. The Dean of Men’s office was in a building right off the men’s quad.”
Mr. Wagner was aghast. “Oh my . . . You don’t mean. . . “
“Oh yes! I was still recovering my composure when my house pop showed up and frog-marched me — still completely bare — across the entire men’s quad and into my dorm, where I was placed in front of the living room fireplace until evening.
“As you can imagine, I was a perfect gentleman with Marsha after that!”
“I would think so,” agreed Mr. Wagner. “And that’s how you punish Jake, then?”
“You know, it sounds like Jake has kept from me his misbehavior and punishment from the coach. Why don’t we head over to the dorm and I’ll show you how I punish him. Might do him some good to have some extra witnesses.”
“And I can do the same with Mike,” added Mr. Monroe. “I think you know what my first order to the boy will be.”
“Everything off!” the three fathers exclaimed in unison as they set down their empty milkshake glasses and stood up to head to their sons’ dorm. . . .
5 comments:
It was parents orientation weekend at the conservative midwestern Christian college. They’d moved their college freshman into his or her dorm, toured the campus, and heard the boring speeches about how their sons and daughters would be molded into young men and women of sound minds, able bodies, and good moral character, etc.
The dinner session, however, was segregated by sex. Freshmen “men” and their fathers were invited to a special “discussion” with the Dean of Men. The dean did not mince words reminding the assemblage of the moral standards of the school. He also talked about the importance of discipline. Fathers nodded in agreement. Sons tried not to cringe or roll their eyes.
“Those fathers who are alumni may remember that corporal punishment was an integral part of our approach to discipline in years past. The Trustees have decided that is no longer appropriate in this day and age, though athletic coaches are permitted greater freedom in this regard,” the dean explained. “However, if other approaches fail to help a recalcitrant young man quickly back onto the straight and narrow way, we may ask you, as his father, to take him in hand. And generally, I want to encourage you fathers to check in regularly with your sons during this first year of college. Many young men have trouble exercising their newfound freedoms responsibly. If you sense your son succumbing to temptation, don’t be afraid to visit him here or summon him home for the weekend and counsel him. If it feels necessary, don’t be afraid to humble him and apply the rod of correction where it will do the most good! Trust me when I say you won’t be the only father in this room who does so.”
The boys (and after that talk they all felt like boys, despite their 18 years) slunk quietly back to their dorms, while most of the dads headed to the campus “pub,” which served ice cream and soda pop, but no alcohol on this dry campus.
At one table, the fathers of Jake Pedersen, Mike Monroe, and Chad Wagner sat down together over milkshakes. Their three freshman sons had arrived a few weeks earlier for soccer “camp,” and were already good friends. Now the dads were getting to know each other.
“Well, that was quite a speech from the dean!” exclaimed Mr. Pedersen. “The way he was going on, I thought he might march one of the boys out onstage and give us a demonstration of how to ‘apply the rod’!”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t need a demonstration!“ agreed Mr. Monroe.
The other two men chuckled. “From what Chad tells me,” Mr. Wagner added, “their soccer coach has already given the boys a good demonstration or two.”
“Oh really?”
“Mike didn’t mention that.”
“Oh yes. It sounded like all the freshmen have gotten it at least once. Apparently coach applies the paddle after practice in the locker room right after they undress, but before they hit the showers. Maximum exposure.”
“I like this coach!”
“Mike should have told me about this. He would have been in a little trouble, but now he’s gonna be in big trouble.”
“Well, Chad didn’t specifically say Mike got in trouble.”
“Did he say anything about Jake?”
“No, no. Just himself and the other freshmen in general.”
“Sounds to me like Mike and probably Jake have gotten it, too. I guess tomorrow morning I’ll have to ‘humble Mike and apply the rod of correction where it will do the most good’!” Mr. Monroe said, imitating the dean’s tone from dinner.
Mr. Wagner lowered his voice. “So you still spank Mike?”
“Sure do!” Mr. Monroe responded enthusiastically between slurps of his Oreo shake. “The hairbrush can still light a fire in an 18-year-old’s backside. Works wonders!”
Mr. Wagner looked a little skeptical. He turned to Mr. Pedersen. “And Jake?”
“Well,” said Mr. Pedersen, “I don’t spank him the way I used to when he was just a boy.”
“Why the heck not!?” interjected Mr. Monroe.
“I don’t mean I don’t tan his hide when he needs it; I just don’t do it the same way.”
“Oh, I see.”
“How do you do it?”
“Well, the most important part is the beginning. What the dean was referring to. Humble the boy.”
“I didn’t understand what he meant by that,” said Mr. Wagner. “Seemed like code language.”
Mr. Monroe snorted and started gesticulating, but Mr. Pedersen cut him off.
“I’m an alum, so I know what he meant, and it’s just what I do with Jakey. It starts with taking off his clothes.”
“Well, everyone knows a good spanking is more effective on a bare bottom.”
“Yes, but I don’t just mean taking down his pants. I mean everything.”
“Everything off?”
“Everything off,” nodded Mr. Pedersen.
“Everything off!” Mr. Monroe practically shouted.
Mr. Pedersen, in a calm, measured tone continued. “Everything off. I used to do the last part - taking down his underpants - myself, after he’d stripped off the rest. But once he got to be too big to go over my knee, that just became impractical.”
“Wait, so you’re saying the college used to require young men to strip down totally naked for punishment?”
“That’s the way it was in my day!” said Mr. Monroe.
“And mine,” agreed Mr. Pedersen. “I was only summoned before the dean once, and it was my freshman year. It’s not an experience a guy wanted to ever repeat.”
Mr. Monroe chortled. Mr. Wagner listened intently as Mr. Pedersen continued.
“I’m not going to say what exactly I did, but let’s just say a young lady was involved. We didn’t break any commandments, but we might have gotten close if we hadn’t been caught. And, just for the record, even at 18 I wouldn’t have done that with just any girl. That young lady is now Mrs. Pedersen and Jake’s mother.” The other men nodded understandingly.
“When I got to the Dean’s office, he asked me if I had any defense for my immoral actions. Of course, I didn’t. Then came the humbling. If I was going to follow the ways of sin like Adam and Eve, I would be punished in the same dress as they were! I’m sure my jaw dropped and my eyes must have gone wide. I was no stranger to my father’s woodshed, but I hadn’t expected . . . that.
“‘Everything off!’ came the command. And I started stripping. Fast. I wasn’t sure what that man might do if I didn’t hop to! He made no pretense of looking away, but looked me over appraisingly as I removed each piece of clothing. I stopped when I was wearing nothing but my socks, but the command was repeated.”
“Everything off!” piped up Mr. Monroe, as animated as ever.
“Exactly,” agreed Mr. Pedersen. “I still remember how unnerving it was to be hopping on one foot and then the other, my private parts bouncing around, as I took off my socks and the dean watched. Once I was starkers, he made me stand at attention as he slowly circled and read me the riot act. Sodom and Gomorrah, the whole nine yards. I felt like the most miserable sinner on earth before he was done.
“I practically begged for the thrashing that followed. I bent eagerly over a bench designed for the purpose and held on tight. The dean used an actual rod, a bundle of seven or eight sturdy, supple switches. Lit a fire in my behind so hot Satan himself would have been impressed. I didn’t beg for mercy; I knew I deserved to be punished. But I definitely cried. Sobbed really.
“Then came the ultimate humbling, one reserved for those who committed sins of the flesh as it were. In those days, there was a men’s quad and a women’s quad; all the dorms for each sex were on opposite sides of campus. The Dean of Men’s office was in a building right off the men’s quad.”
Mr. Wagner was aghast. “Oh my . . . You don’t mean. . . “
“Oh yes! I was still recovering my composure when my house pop showed up and frog-marched me — still completely bare — across the entire men’s quad and into my dorm, where I was placed in front of the living room fireplace until evening.
“As you can imagine, I was a perfect gentleman with Marsha after that!”
“I would think so,” agreed Mr. Wagner. “And that’s how you punish Jake, then?”
“You know, it sounds like Jake has kept from me his misbehavior and punishment from the coach. Why don’t we head over to the dorm and I’ll show you how I punish him. Might do him some good to have some extra witnesses.”
“And I can do the same with Mike,” added Mr. Monroe. “I think you know what my first order to the boy will be.”
“Everything off!” the three fathers exclaimed in unison as they set down their empty milkshake glasses and stood up to head to their sons’ dorm. . . .
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