camera crew. Frank was addressing the crowd once more.



“Since your star quarterback proved himself unable to control his own cock,

he has earned himself some further punishment.”



Scott knew the terms of the bet and he knew what the extra punishment

was going to be.



“After another twenty spanks with the paddle, Scott will finally have to

endure a cock-beating.”



The loudest cheer yet came from the sadistic crowd. Scott was bent over

the bench again, ass upwards. A paddle was produced from somewhere, and

one of the Monroeville cheerleaders did another number on his backside. Still

smarting from the previous punishment, another twenty hits was not what he

needed right now. But he would have gladly taken a hundred more licks if it

would mean his cock being spared.



As soon as the last of the twenty strokes hit home, Scott was bodily picked

up and turned over onto his back. He was turned and carried to the edge of

the bench, and positioned so that his ass sat on the very edge of the bench,

one leg to either side of it. In this position his cock was totally exposed.



The cameramen positioned themselves to either side of him, one training

his camera directly at the naked boy’s cock, the other taking a full length

picture. Scott noticed the head cheerleader from Monroeville coming up the

steps onto the stage. She was carrying a wooden ruler.



“Do you have anything to say to your fans? Frank was asking him.



“I’m sorry. I let you down. Between the emotion of the occasion, and

his fear of what was going to happen next, Scott had difficulty to speak.



With a flick of her wrist, the head cheerleader smacked Scott’s cock with

the ruler.



Scott saw it happening almost in slow motion. The ruler swept an arc, and

hit his cock like a guided missile. She hit directly in the middle of his hard

shaft. The pain was unlike anything he had felt before. He wanted to curl up

into a ball, to protect his cock, but strong hands held him in place.



She hit him a second time. Slightly higher up the shaft, the pain was no

less. More hits. Scott was in agony. No boy should have to endure such

punishment to the cock.



11





From the side of the field, Alina was watching Scott’s final punishment on

the big screen. She knew that it was her paddling that caused him to become

hard. And, even though it was not her fault, she couldn’t help feeling a little

guilty.



Scott had taken nine ruler strokes to his manhood. The girl hitting him

had delivered them all up and down his shaft. For the final stroke she took a

careful aim, and smashed the ruler down onto his cockhead.



For Scott this blow to the most sensitive part of his most sensitive part

was a torment too much. Like the cheerleaders he too burst into tears. The

hands released him, and his own hands flew to his crotch. His screams echoed

around the stadium and finally died away as he rubbed his fragile manparts.

Trying to make the pain go away.



It was more than an hour since the game ended. The crowd slowly started

to disperse. Lights switched back on in the town of Madison. The biggest night

in the football calendar was over, for another year. Tomorrow there might be

some sore heads in Monroeville. In Madison, just a few red asses, and one

extremely sore cock.