(This is part if a group of true stories, taking place throughout my life, teenage years to present day. Like all others in this series, this punishment spanking took place just as it is written here. This particular story takes place in the fall of my 8th grade year in junior military school.)
Paddling Ken Smith's butt did remarkable things to the other cadet's perception of my authority.(Story C) His first spanking was the talk of the barracks for a week. It also caused an immediate positive change in his behavior. Over time, he needed reinforcement of my first paddling. So throughout that year he got hand spanked by me 3 additional times.
Around the first of November, the second floor of the barracks began to have a series of petty thefts. The only items taken were either pens or watches....nothing else. At least two or three times a week, Colonel Smith received another report. As we left for our homes at Thanksgiving Holiday Leave, he warned the whole junior school company that whoever was doing better stop, because when he was caught, he would be expelled.
When we returned that Sunday, Col. Smith took me and the three cadet officers aside and emphasized his concerns. He wanted our help in catching the thief. So the four of us devised a stake out plan. The following Saturday afternoon we put it into effect. Already in that week, two more pens were reported stolen. All cadets were given town leave on Saturday afternoon, unless they were serving demerit time downstairs. So the barracks was almost deserted, except for the four of us.
Thru a system of small hand mirrors, just slightly stuck out into the hall, from four different rooms, we could see every movement on the floor. Sure enough, shortly after 1400 hours a lone cadet returned to his room, Jan Butler.
Jan was a shy, but nice kid from a very prominant, wealthy family in St. Louis. He was almost never on report and a good student. He wasn't good in athletics or the rifle range, but it didn't seem to matter to him or the other cadets. He had coal black hair, modest pubic hair of the same color, brown eyes, swimmer's butt and the whitest skin I had ever seen.
About five minutes after he entered his room, he went to the restroom located in the middle of the long hall. On the way back to his room, he made a quick right into another cadets' room....certainly not his own. With that, our plan called for me to sneak up on the potential crime scene....and thats exactly what I did. Just as I got to the door, Jan came running out, jamming something into his back pocket.
"Stop Mister. Now!" I yelled at him. The kid practically dropped to the floor I scared him so bad.
"Attention!" With that command he immediately assumed a position of military attention. The look on his face was pure panic. By this point, the three cadet company officers had joined in the apprehension.
"Cadet Butler. What was the purpose of your quick visit to this last room?" I said that very loud, within a few inches of his face. (Just like Jack Webb had done it in the movie, "The D. I.")
Butler stammered and stuttered. He couldn't give me a straight answer. At this point he was also not able to stand at attention.
"Mister, empty your pockets now....everything!" I could tell from the tears beginning to form in his eyes that he was screwed. Aside from his wallet, handkerchief and cadet note pad....he had a pen. This was in addition to the pen still in his pocket.
"Is all of this property yours Mister?" Now my voice was louder and even closer to his face.
"No Top Sergeant", he blurted out.
"What is not your property Mister?" The kid was had.
"The pen Top Sergeant." He dropped his head at that point and started softly crying.
"You are at attention Mister. You are ordered to stay in that position as you stand. Do you understand me?" His head snapped back up.
"Yes Top Sergeant."
At this point, the four of us confered. We felt that the only thing we could do was to search his room.
"March to your room Mister and stand at attention in front of your bed." He did so quicker than I thought he would.
Once in his room it took us only a couple of minutes to uncover his total take in three separate hiding places. We counted 17 pens and 5 watches. So he had actually stolen more than had been reported. Again we conferred among ourselves, outside his room.
We all felt that this had to be reported immediately to Col. Smith. I then raised the issue of clemency, versus getting this kid expelled. All three of my officers knew what I had in mind. So we agreed among ourselves to request a very extended and humiliating spanking to Col. Smith. We ordered Butler to stay in his room.
In the walk to Col. Smith's house we agreed upon a punishment. No one wanted to see Jan kicked out. But stealing in our kind of living situation couldn't be tolerated. I knocked on Col. Smith's door. His wife answered and showed us to his small den off the living room. He was very surprised to see all four off us.
"Gentlemen. Who is in charge of the barracks", he said with a kind of joking smile. Once we explained what we had done, and what our apprehension had proved, he face turned red. He was really pissed. I then produced a sack of all the items taken from Butler's room.
"You have shown me gentlemen why I selected you has my officers and Top Sergeant last fall. Your initiative shows true military leadership. I am extremely proud of all of you." He really was proud of us, but he still was really pissed.
"Cadet Butler will hopefully begone by tonight, even if that means I have to drive him to St. Louis myself", now he was thundering. At that I gambled.
"Colonel Smith, your officers and I request you consider an alternative to expelling Cadet Butler, Sir", I spoke with as much authority as I dared with this man.
"Gentlemen, I will listen. But you must remember, I announced the punishment at Thanksgiving Leave formation."
With that we outlined our spanking solution. Butler would be given a public spanking, in front of all the cadets. He would receive a first set of swats from each of the cadets he stole items from. A pen would earn him 2 swats. A watch 6 swats. These swats would be given to him at the end of the second floor hall, at the light's out inspection. He would be wearing his white cotton briefs for these swats. A second spanking would be given to him, bent over one of our knee's, bare butt. This would be the same number of swats as the first.
"Gentlemen, before I even consider your solution. Why do you want to show any leniency to this thief?" A valid question. But we had the answer. We explained to him our feelings about him. He just never got in trouble before this, and deserved a second shot.
"For reasons that you will understand when you graduate from this school and become members of the alumni association....your request has merit. I will address the company at evening formation. In the mean time, Butler is confined to his room, until the formation."
In unison we said "Yes Sir", and left his home. On the way back to the campus, we flipped coins to see which one of us was going to paddle Butler. I lost the final toss to the company commander. He then declined the task. He felt he would not be able to handle it correctly. He knew from seeing Cpl. Smith's butt in the shower that I could paddle. We also then agreed as to exactly how we would do it.
Evening dinner formation sounded at 1730 hours. Sure enough, Col. Smith marched from his office to the head of the formation. Over the next few minutes, he lectured all of us and it was obvious he hated the position Butler's actions caused him to be in. Then he dropped the bombshell.
"At the request of your officers and Top Sergeant, I am changing the punishment of Cadet Butler. (A soft gasp of surprise hit the whole company. Col. Smith never changed his mind.) Your officers and Top Sergeant will conduct of public punishment paddling of Butler at a time they deem appropriate. Resume the dinner formation." With that he left and went back to his house off campus.
The entire dinner that night was a virtual roar, from the noise of the cadets discussing what had just happened. Butler was the object of total scorn by his table companions. During dinner, the company commander asked the duty faculty officer if I could address the cadets after dinner. He agreed. I rose from my position at the head of one of the tables.
"Gentlemen. All of those cadets who feel that a pen or watch has been stolen from them, report to my room immediately after dinner. Instructions will be given to you then as to Butler's spanking. Butler will be paddled in front of all of you at end of the second floor landing before the light's out inspection tonight." Even Butler was surprised it was going to happen so fast.
That evening, instead of watching TV in the rec room, I got to match pens and watches with cadets. I also demonstrated with each one of them how to swat Butler's butt with a paddle, without actually swating him. That was real torment for Butler. Because I made him be the model for each teaching session, weaing only his briefs.
At 2100 hours the final inspection bell sounded. All the cadets crowded onto the second floor, packed into a tight semi-circle. I brought Butler out of my room, carrying the paddle and the sack of stolen pens and watches. I ordered him to stand at attention.
"Cadet Butler will receive 2 swats for each of the 17 pens he stole, a total of 34 swats. He will receive 6 swats for each of the 5 watches he stole, a total of 30 swats. I will call the name of each cadet with stolen items and that cadet will then swat Cadet Butler." I then turned to the biggest kid in the barracks.
"Sgt. Alexander has agreed to assist us in making sure that Butler stays in position for every swat. Cadet Butler give Sgt. Alexander your wrists." With that Alexander bent his knees and Butler laid against his back and dropped his arms over his shoulders. Alexander grabbed his wrists and stood up. Now Butler was in a classic horsed position. (I had seen a pen & ink drawing of a Russion Cosack doing this to a woman in a history book.) The other cadets gasped at the position Butler's butt was in. His butt was stuck out slightly, at a perfect height for a straight armed paddle swat.
I called the first cadet, who had gotten a pen and a watch stolen. This cadet did just as I instructed, but _d_a_m_n_ he swung a hell of alot harder than I thought he would.
CRACK! "AAYYEE" Butler screamed.
"One" I counted. Just as I barely said that, the second swat landed. It was just as hard as the first.
CRACK!! An even louder "AAAYYYEE"
Six more times the first cadet swung hard. I then gave him his pen and watch.
No other cadets got to give a double dose of swats. By the time the third cadet had given Butler six swats, he was kicking the hell out of Alexander's legs. I stopped the spanking and the two platoon leaders kneeled down and each grabbed an ankle, speading his legs apart.
The punishment swats continued. Now Butler's butt was quivering. His briefs creased and began to become moist from the sweat of his butt and back. Not one cadet took it easy on him, all 21 one of them paddled hard. At the end, the platoon leaders released his legs. I pulled down Butler's sweat soaked white cotton briefs. His butt was a deep red with bruise marks already beginning to form. The officers and I huddled for a moment. I then addressed the cadets.
"It is our opinion that Butler has had enough for this evening. This time next week, I will complete this punishment paddling session."
For a week, Butler reported to me each night, baring his butt. By Friday, the bruises were almost gone. I ordered him to spend all day Saturday writing an apology speech to be read by him before I gave him the second paddling. Furthermore, I would approve it before he read it. If I didn't like it, he would get additional swats.
Saturday night arrived, and I approved his speech. Again all the cadets were in a semi-circle. Butler followed me out of my room, carrying my desk chair. I was carrying the paddle. I sat down and ordered him to face the cadets and read his speech. His butt was a couple of feet from my face. His briefs were already creasing as he nervously read the speech. I laid the paddle down.
He then turned around and faced me. I took his speech from him and layed it on the floor in front of where his face would be. I then yanked his white briefs to the floor and pulled him across my lap.
"Last Saturday night, Butler got 64 swats on his briefs from 21 of you. Tonight, he is going to receive 64 paddle swats from me, bare butt. As I give him this spanking, all of you watching will count out the swats. I picked up the paddle and ordered Sgt. Alexander to grab his wrists and hold him tight. Then I draped my right leg over his legs and lightly tapped his butt. Butler started crying.
CRACK! "ONE", the assembled cadets shouted. Butler's scream was drowned out.
CRACK! "TWO", they all shouted. Butler twisted and heaved, his scream being totally unheard.
Again and again I paddled Butler's bare butt. My swats were not nearly as intense as the one's he had gotten the previous Saturday night. But mine were on his bare....and God I know they must of hurt like hell!
After several minutes, it was over. I helped him to his feet, and he started dancing around in front of me, furiously rubbing his buns, crying intensely. His little _d_i_c_k_ just bounced and bounced with his movements. To a boy, not one cadet wanted to trade places with him.
My power was even stronger. It stayed that way all year, even after my own personal semi-public paddling in January. (Story B)
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