His father had donated a great deal of money to the General Beuregard Evans Military School and this was the reason -- at least many people suspected it was -- that the son had been promoted to the rank of Captain at the tender age of thirteen. The school authorities, of course, would have denied such allegations. However, it is a fact was that Charles Adams was the youngest student ever at "Beau" to be promoted to such a high rank. It allowed him to have a private suite in the barracks, where he could live with his aid, and it gave him the right to discipline other boys whenever they misbehaved.
The school in South Carolina was a model for discipline and the molding of boys into men. (It has since closed because its board refused to admit girls, as required by the government's anti-discrimination program.) This is why so many parents sent their sons there. They liked the way that after just one semester at "Beau" the boys returned home with the manners of gentlemen. They inquired little into how such a metamorphosis was achieved. And they interpreted the fact that the boys hated the school as a matter of homesickness and dislike of institutional life rather than any fear of discipline, despite the fact that this was what their sons cited as the reason.
Like any good military establishment, the program at "Beau" was based on a system of rank. The principal of the school had the rank of General and the teachers and staff, the rank of Colonels. There were four barracks with Captains, all students, and a series of student Lieutenants, Sergeants, and Corporals who performed various lesser duties. In most cases the Captains were relatively mature senior students; Charles Adams was the exception. As a result he was both envied and much hated.
The Captains gave out work assignments, conducted inspections of the barracks to which they were assigned, and administered discipline. They also had the power to recommend promotions and demotions to the General, which was not a right given to those of lower rank. It may surprise the reader to find out that discipline was handled by a student, but this was in accord with the General's strongly held belief in peer review. The General only wished to have the most serious cases brought to his attention, those that merited expulsion. He was convinced that lesser offenses could be dealt with both fairly and justly by the students themselves. The teachers and other staff didn't object to this arrangement since it saved them the trouble of having to mete out punishments. When they thought a student needed correction, they merely gave that student a note describing the offence that had to be signed and stamped by the Captain, according to military protocol, affirming that the recalcitrant lad had been properly reprimanded. The student would then have to bring the note back to the teacher before he would be allowed to return to class.
Charles Adams was not a stupid lad. Despite his father's influence he had risen to his high position through the ranks and was considered by the General to be a model student-soldier. Since every Captain had the right to choose his own aid, Adams selected the full-back of the school football team, a rather dull-witted but muscular boy of sixteen named Scott Smith. The aid had been at "Beau" his entire school life, never rising above the rank of Private. However he knew the rules and took commands without complaint. So when Adams named him as his aid, Smith dutifully moved his gear into the Captain's suite where he slept on a rather cumbersome cot next to the Captain's bed.
Smith was a particularly wise choice on the Captain's part because Adams was a small thirteen-year-old who needed someone of muscle to "take care of" the larger boys. Adams also found it somewhat exciting to occasionally discipline the aid for minor errors in carrying out his instructions. The Captain found it, in fact, somewhat fun to swish his cane across the rather large, upturned buttocks of this athlete. Smith might groan when the blows landed, even yelp occasionally, but he never resented such treatment because it came from a person with the rank of Captain, and so he thought he probably deserved every lash he received.
The aid could be counted on to hold down other boys who struggled against their chastisement. And when a caning needed to be particularly severe, the aid's strong arm was perfect for the purpose of leaving clear, red marks on even the oldest of offenders. Scott Smith was thus the best choice Adams could have made.
Almost every afternoon after classes were finished, there would be at least one boy knocking on the Captain's door to present him with a note from a teacher that needed to be signed. The boy would usually be quite apprehensive, not knowing how the Captain might respond, but fully expecting to receive some sort of punishment before the note was properly stamped. Adams, on his part, enjoyed watching these note carriers squirm as they stood before him. He did whatever he could to prolong the period of anticipation, sometimes sending a boy to stand outside his door for a time so that Adams could have privacy to contemplate the appropriate punishment. Younger and particularly nervous boys had been known to stand outside the Captain's door for more than a half an hour before they were called in and told to drop their trousers to receive a spanking.
On one typical afternoon five boys of different ages presented themselves. Three had notes from teachers and two had them from the barracks matron. Adams decided to deal with the youngest two first, the ones with the notes from the matron. He sent the other three out to stand in the hall outside his door, knowing full well that there they might be seen by other boys coming into the barracks who would know they were waiting for punishment -- clearly an embarrassing experience for anyone standing there.
Adams took the notes from both of the nine year olds remaining before him in his quarters and read the notes to himself. The boys had been sent to him because the matron had found them pillow fighting, something she never allowed.
"So, why are you here?" the seated Captain asked. His aid occupied the only other chair in the room and so the boys had nowhere to sit and had to stand there in front of Adams. In a sense it was a stupid question, since the notes clearly gave the answer. But Adams liked to see how much he could make such little boys squirm.
"We were hitting each other with pillows," one of them volunteered, a slight tremor in his voice.
"Anything else?"
"No," the other said in almost a whisper.
"Speak up, boy," Adams demanded. "And call me Sir when you do so."
"No, Sir," the boy hastily responded in a more audible voice.
"Have you ever had pillow fights before?"
Both boys shook their heads vigorously, and then added with more confidence, "No, Sir!"
"And when have either of you been sent here before for punishment?" The last word made it clear to both boys that they would not escape unscathed that day.
"Never, Sir," said one. "We've only been here at "Beau" a short time, Sir," said the other, as if that statement had some relevance.
"Have either of these boys come before me before?" the Captain asked, turning to his aid.
"No, Sir," Smith said with the sharpness and clear enunciation of a seasoned soldier.
"Then I guess we had better give them something to by which to remember this experience, something that will keep them out of trouble in the future." Adams was in his best form and enjoying every anguished expression that crossed the two boy's faces. "I think they both deserve a good, sound spanking."
Smith rose from his chair at this statement and came over to the boys, each of whom was trying to look brave but trembling too much to hide his true feelings. Spankings were always assigned to the aid since the captain's hand and arm were too weak to produce much pain.
"Which one shall I take first, Sir?" Smith asked.
"Both of you drop your pants," Adams told the boys, "underpants as well. I want to be sure your asses have no protection." The two boys hastily complied by undoing their belts and letting their trousers drop to the floor.
Both Adams and Smith stared at their now-exposed lower parts until both boys became crimson with embarrassment. "I guess you should start with the smaller one," the Captain said to his aid.
Smith grabbed the shorter of the two by the shoulders and pulled him toward the empty chair. Soon the boy was propped across the aid's knee sobbing as Smith's large hand landed blow after blow against the pale, pink skin. Smith knew that the Captain expected him to hit hard and that he, himself, would suffer a session of "discipline" if he didn't do so. Thus he spared the boy's bottom no mercy. The pink orbs turned red in almost no time and the boy sobbed buckets of tears. Finally Adams, satisfied, told his aid that was enough. The boy was raised from the lap and instructed to stand with his face to the corner of the room while his companion replaced him over the aid's knee and received the same treatment.
When the second nine year old's bottom looked like it had just emerged from a boiling lobster pot, Adams told them both to stand in front of him and touch their toes. "I need to inspect your backsides to make sure that my aid has done a good job," he said. He then rose from his chair and went around behind the two boys to look at the results of the punishment. Although the inspection didn't hurt in the way the spanking had, the two boys were at the age where they could become highly embarrassed by their own nudity. Thus this inspection, which seemed to them to take forever, was almost as difficult to endure as the spanking had been.
Finally the Captain pronounced has aid's work well done. He told the nine year olds that they should be thankful that he had taken pity on them since this was their first offence and that, if they ever came back again, they could expect the punishment to be much more severe. Then he signed and stamped the two notes, told them that they could pull up their trousers, and asked them to send in the oldest boy standing in the hall as they went out the door.
The oldest boy was a repeat offender. Adams knew him well. He was tall, thin, and two years older than the Captain. He also was ranked as a Lieutenant, and he knew that Adams had disliked him from the first day they met. The reason was long ago forgotten, but the hostility was not.
"Why are you here?" Adams asked, taking the note from the tall youth's hand.
"For talking in class, Sir," the boy responded. He clearly remembered from his last painful session with the Captain that the term sir should be appended to every answer.
"Disrupting the class again, eh?" Adams remarked with a slight sneer in his expression.
"No, just talking, Sir," the older youth replied meekly.
"I don't really know what to do with you," the Captain said. "This must be your fifth time here this year. How are you ever going to learn to behave yourself?"
"Only the fourth time, Sir," the lad replied in the hope that this might somehow lessen the pain he had come to expect every time he entered the Captain's quarters.
"I'll need to give this careful thought. Do you see the two beds in the other room?" Adams pointed towards his bed room.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then go in there and get on your knees to look under both beds and take out all the shoes you find under them. Then bring them here."
The fifteen year old did as he was told, although he was humiliated by having to follow the orders of a much younger boy. He soon returned with six pairs of shoes clutched in his arms, two of which were covered with mud. He stood again before the Captain, fully expecting what the next order would be.
"While I am trying to decide what your fate should be," Adams told him, "you are to take those shoes back to your bunk, clean them up, and polish them to a military shine."
"Yes, Sir," the fifteen year old replied, somewhat dejectedly. It was bad enough to have to wait for some unknown punishment without having to polish the Captain's shoes at the same time. However, the fifteen year old knew that if he didn't follow orders he would have hell to pay.
"And if they aren't polished properly, you can expect that to be added to your punishment. Go."
The fifteen year old, both humiliated and dejected turned with the shoes still in his arms and headed for the door. It was impossible to open the door without dropping some of the shoes so, with some embarrassment, he had to pick up the ones that had dropped after he opened the door. He was sure that both the Captain and his aid were laughing at his predicament.
After the tall boy had departed, the aid was instructed to tell the other two boys waiting outside the doorway for their fate to come into the room. They had been caught copying each others answers on an algebra exam.
Adams looked at the two notes that were identical in content and frowned. "This is very serious," he said. "I think you had better take off all your clothes before I deal with you." The two boys, who were about the same age as the Captain, said nothing but immediately began to disrobe. They had also been here before and they didn't want to antagonize Adams if they could help it.
As soon as both of them were standing before the Captain in their birthday suits, Adams told them that for this offence he could recommend to the General that they be expelled. However, he said that he was too nice a guy to do that and so they should thank him for his kindness.
Both boys said with some relief, "Thank you, Sir."
Next the Captain pointed out that since neither of them was more than a Private he couldn't recommend that they be demoted either. He said he found it a perplexing problem as to how to best punish them. But clearly they needed some kind of punishment, he pointed out, and a punishment that they would never forget.
The two boys began to shake. They had no clothing behind which to hide such an emotional response. One of them seemed almost on the verge of tears. But neither dared say anything.
"Well, I guess I can assign you kitchen duties and bathroom cleanup for several weeks after you get your whipping," the Captain said in an almost matter of fact way. "It certainly is less than you deserve, but it will have to do."
"Thank you, Sir," one of the boys said and the other chimed in with, "It will never happen again, Sir."
"It better not," said Adams in the most threatening tone he could muster. "Now both of you bend over my desk!"
The two boys assumed the position that they were already familiar with and waited in deadly silence. The Captain took his time to select the right cane from among the several he had been able to acquire during his trips to town. He tried one out after another, swishing them through the air so that the two boys leaning over the desk could have the full benefit of anticipating what kind of pain each instrument might bring to them. Then, when he had selected what he thought might be the best instrument for his purpose, he called over his aid and handed the cane to him.
"These boys need to know how wrong what they did is," he told Smith. "So let them have it will all you've got."
One boy screamed at the first bite of the cane; the second bite produced a scream from the other boy. And so it went back and forth as the aid developed a rhythm in placing his blows first across one ass and then across the other. Neither he nor the Captain seemed to hear any of the boy's pleas for mercy. The stripes that the cane produced on the two backsides were angry and very red. It was likely that the boys would find sitting quite uncomfortable for some time afterward.
The Captain didn't stop the punishment for what seemed an interminably long time. After all, he mused, I could have had them both expelled for cheating. When he finally told Smith to stop, the two boys were crying uncontrollably. The Captain let them lie across the desk with their beet-red bottoms exposed to the air and his view until they calmed down somewhat. Then he told them they could dress and go, but that they needed to get a good nights sleep because be was assigning them to be in the kitchen before breakfast the next morning.
It was some time before the tall, fifteen year old returned to the Captain's quarters with the six pairs of cleaned and polished shoes. He, too, was told to fully undress before Adams examined each shoe carefully to make sure that it was properly polished. Adams knew that the boy would feel much more vulnerable if he stood there nude than if he was fully clothed.
The Captain could find nothing wrong with the work and so he decided to pursue a course of verbal humiliation.
"When you lived at home, who spanked you, your mother or your father?" he asked.
The fifteen year old blushed at such an intimate question and then said that he had only been spanked once at home, and that was by his father.
"What did he spank you for?" asked Adams.
"I only remember being spanked. I don't remember why, sir," the lad replied. It had been long ago, and whatever he had done to deserve the punishment was a matter of lost history.
"Maybe that's your problem. You can't remember why you were punished and so you obviously didn't learn anything form the experience. It's clear to me that you weren't properly spanked by your parents, and now I am having to make up for their lack of discipline. Is that right, boy?"
"I guess so, Sir," the tall lad replied, knowing in his heart that this was not the case.
"You're a Lieutenant and yet you act like a little first grader. Maybe I should recommend that you be demoted back to being a Private until you learn better." The remarks were striking home. The fifteen year old was suddenly beginning to feel much more like a little boy than a teen-aged Lieutenant. He said nothing in reply.
The Captain now called his aid over and pointed at the tall youth's _s_e_x_ organ. "Look at the baby's thing there," Adams said, "its almost hidden in his hair, its so small."
"Smallest one I've seen today, Sir," responded the aid, realizing that the Captain was out to humiliate the fifteen year old as much as possible.
The tall youth's face became quite flushed, and he was wishing that the caning might begin so that he wouldn't have to face this kind of abuse any more. But the Captain had just started his game.
"I wonder if it ever gets any bigger," Adams continued. The tall lad squirmed and moved his hand to try to cover the organ.
"Pull on it, boy," the Captain told the naked youth, "and let's see if it gets any bigger."
The tall boy made no move.
"When I give you an order to do something, what do you say," Adams said in a loud voice.
"Yes, Sir," the naked lad replied, almost in desperation.
"And what do you do?"
"I follow your orders, Sir." At this point, almost in tears, the fifteen year old began to rub and pull on his penis. It didn't rise very fast because the situation was such an awkward one, but eventually it came to full bloom.
"That's more like it," the Captain said, turning to the aid. "I'll bet he's done this before."
"Looks like it, Sir," the aid responded.
"What do you call what you just did?" Adams asked the naked one.
The tall lad searched through his memory as rapidly as possible to find a respectable term, but at that moment the word masturbation escaped him. He therefore used the only term that came to mind, although he found it difficult to say. "Jerking off, Sir."
"How often do you jack off that way, Lieutenant?" the Captain asked without blinking an eye.
The questions were now becoming much too personal. Adams could even see tears forming in the naked youth's eyes. "Never, Sir," the naked youth said.
"I think he's a liar, don't you?" the Captain asked his aid.
"I agree, Sir," the aid said.
"Anyone who can get their _d_i_c_k_ up as fast as you just did is someone who has jacked off many times before," Adams said, addressing the naked and embarrassed youth before him. The boy's organ was by this time beginning to soften in response to his misery.
"Tell me," the Captain continued, "when was the last time you jacked off?"
The boy knew that the only way he could change the direction of this conversation was to give some kind of a date and so he said, "Last month, Sir."
"Bull _s_h_i_t_," replied Adams. "I'll bet you do it every night after you get into bed." This was something the Lieutenant would never have admitted to, although it was actually closer to the truth than Adams might have realized.
"No Sir," the naked one said. "I've only done it a few times in my life." He was mentally struggling to try to find a way to get out of this situation.
Adams then ceased trying to get the older boy to admit to being a perpetual masturbator and decided to start humiliating him by calling him names. "Well even if you only did it once in your life that makes you a jack off, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Sir," the boy replied, silently groaning in despair. How long, he wondered, could this abuse continue?
"Then I will address you as Lieutenant Jackoff. Is that okay with you?
"Anything you wish, Sir," the boy replied.
"Tell me who you are, then," Adams said.
"I am Lieutenant Jackoff, Sir." The naked youth said this in a loud voice, knowing that if he didn't do so he would soon be repeating the same phrase again and again before the Captain and his aid.
"Then Lieutenant Jackoff you can put on your clothes and get out of here," the Captain said as he picked up the note he had already signed and stamped and handed it to the naked fifteen year old.
The boy could hardly get his clothes on fast enough. He was extremely relieved to be able to get out of there. He had not been whipped or recommended for demotion. However, for some reason, he felt more humiliated and violated than he would have if he had gotten his bottom blistered.
The Captain and his aid sat back in their chairs. For them it had been a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.