The six contestants were lined up again. I had pulled my pants back up to hide my shame on but the others had opted to leave their huge freshly sucked dicks hanging out.
“In length first place goes too…Lenny! At an impressive 15.5 inches!” the audience applauded as Lenny pumped his fist in victory “And in last place we have Daniel with a pathetic 0.9 inches! At a difference of 14.6 inches Daniel will be taking fifteen strokes from the paddle! Now Daniel if you’ll just lean on the back of this chair we can get started.”
“What!? No way! I’m not gonna-”
The judge stepped in “I’m sorry by the official rules, you can not collect any prizes awarded to you until all penalties have been dealt.”
“But I didn’t win any categories!”
The judge flipped through his notebook “Ah but as established earlier in any category your brother wins, the prize will instead be awarded to you. So as you are technically the recipient if you do not accept your punishment, the grand mystery prize will instead go to the runner up.”
Christopher came to my side and patted me on the back. “Come on big bro, I know you can take it. Or I guess maybe you weren’t the man I thought you were.” I saw the disappointment in his eyes. I’d already lost so much of my his respect today I had to hold on to what little of it was left.
“Okay then, lets do it,” I walked over and gripped the back of the chair bending over, “How bad could it be?”
“Lenny if you’ll do the honors”
The cook came up behind me and without warning yanked my pants down so the audience had a side view of my soft glistening dicklet pointing at the ground, then-
*SMACK*
The sound of the paddle mixed with my wailing resonated through the room.
“One!” chanted the crowd in unison.
*SMACK*
I wanted to cry, to run away rubbing my sore little bottom.
“Two!”
There was a pause. Maybe he was showing me merc-
*SMACK*
“Three!”
On and on it went. Lenny was really hamming it up for the crowd, drawing out my my torment. Leaving just enough time between hits for the pain the sink in.
*SMACK*
“FIFTEEN!” the crowd was in a frenzy now. I was on the verge of tears.
“Excellent job Lenny! Now onto the next category” I went to stand up but a hand held my shoulder in place, “No stay right where you are Daniel, because in the Girth category we have our winner Theo at 12.5 inches around, and our loser Daniel at an absolutely shameful 1.3 meaning he’ll be receiving twelve strikes from the paddle!”
“What no!” I whined “I can’t take any more-”
“Come on bro,” my brother was standing in front of me. I was bent over so all I could see was his cock but by now I would recognize it as well as his face “you’ve already take fifteen, another twelve should be easy.”
Before I could respond I heard a swish through the air and felt another smack against my already sore bum.
The crowd began counting in unison again.
Where as Lenny had focused all his strikes in one location, Theo decided to cover a wider area of my ass, spanking the flesh that had not yet been spanked. At least he was faster about it. And though it took no longer than a minute, the pain made it feel like an eternity. I was crying like a little boy.
“Very good, now onto the third category, in first place-”
“Wait!” I heard the old judge call out. I couldn’t see what was happening through the tears in my eyes but suddenly I felt something fiddling around with my little soft willie. “We have a last minute entry, as contestant six has now become flaccid I have been able to determine his flaccid volume is 0.02 fl oz increasing by 0.04 fl oz upon erection!”
“Well that’s a good effort but I don’t think it’s quite enough to beat first place. in the shower category, we have Shaun, at a whopping 35.42 fl oz flaccid! Which means it’ll be seven strikes to...Daniel again! Who is 35.4 fl oz below!”
“Nooo!” I tried to protest but Shaun’s extremely loud smacks drowned out my whining. There weren’t many but they were hard.
“And now the prize for the grower category goes to Grant who’s penis increases by 61.13 fl oz when he gets hard! And coming last, surprise surprise it’s Daniel again! Who can only ever hope to gain an extra 0.04 when he is aroused, meaning he’ll be taking another twelve strikes!”
I had already prepared myself for the worst but Grant was surprisingly gentle. Or at least that was what I thought until his hits started growing more and more powerful. By the last three strikes he was spanking me harder than any other contestant had thus far. By now I was bawling my eyes out. My only salvation was that I had not competed in the final category and would not be receiving any punishment for it...