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In 1997-98, I posted a series of true-life stories that got a lot of very positive e-mail response from readers of this website. I never finished the series, until now. In reviewing these original submissions, I have edited these stories and now repost them with typo corrections, etc. These repostings will be done every couple of days, and the series completed with new stories. This series begins when I was 11, and ends a year ago, with the stories posted chronologically. Enjoy!
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At the end of my 7th grade year, the Junior School Commandant, Colonel Smith called me into his office.
"Sgt. Parker, I am not going to promote you to an officer when you return this next year. (My heart sank!) Instead I am going to make you the Top Sergeant of the Junior School. If you do well, I may promote you then. You have only been at this school since November. Therefore, I can't promote you above cadets who have been here a year or more. Your improvement in all areas does call for a reward Mister. Now do yourself and your Mom & Dad proud!"
His words were with me all summer long.
At the start of the next school year, my uniform's sleeves wore the three stripes, three rockers and middle diamond of the Junior School Top Sergeant. It was a real boost to my ego....and did I love it! It also gave me the opportunity to set straight fast some of the screw-ups in my own 8th grade class.
One of the most frustrating cadets was a kid from Ohio named Ken Smith. He was the kind of kid you wanted to beat the crap out of. He was 4 inches shorter than me, red hair, and a slender body with a true bubble butt. Plus his walking gait stuck his butt out even further. On top of that, his face always gave you a _s_h_i_t_ eating grin that you wanted to slap right off. Not only that, he was a constant _f_u_c_k_ up. He could or wouldn't do anything right. In our seventh grade year, it drove him nuts that I made Corporal quickly and then Sergeant, and he didn't.
At the first formation of the new year, the promotions not announced the year before were called out. Pfc. Smith got his two stripes to Corporal. After the formation I called him aside to warn him that he better "straighten out and fly right."
Then he did the most irritating thing that all of us cadets hated from this little _s_h_i_t_.
"Parker, if you don't quit bothering me, I'll have my dad call his brother, Colonel Smith!"
He pulled that stuff on everyone that he thought was after him last year. He said it just enough that the cadet rumor mill had it as "true gospel"....and the little jerk got away with it. I knew that at some point I was going to call this kid's bluff, and if he was, his lying ass was going to be mine.
Two weeks later we were settling into the routine of modified military life. I dearly loved the power of my position, and the faculty officers/teachers complimented me on how I was handling the job. This sense of approval and power caused me to create a situation for young Cpl. Smith.
He had been up to his usual tricks of not doing the basics of keeping his room in military shape. Each morning and night his room number and name got at least 1 demerit, if not more. One night, when Colonel Smith was pulling faculty officer of the watch duty, I set up the 14 year old Corporal.
I accompanied the cadet duty floor sergeant for his floor on the lights out inspection. Sure enough, Smith's room was its usual. The floor sergeant gave him 3 demerits. Then Smith made his mistake. He used the bluff of "Uncle Colonel Smith"....and I called it.
"Cpl. Ken Smith. I will save you the expense of calling your father. You and I will immediately report to Colonel Smith and I will personally report your concerns to him in front of you. March to Colonel Smith's office Mister."
During the journey from the second floor to Colonel Smith's first floor office, he tried to back out of his threat. By the time we got to the office, he was begging me not to take him into the office. I knocked on the door and asked permission to enter. It was granted and we both entered.
"What's the problem Top Sergeant?" Colonel Smith was seated behind his desk with a particularly sour look on this face, and I crossed my fingers. I went into great detail about the numerous bluff threats from Cpl. Smith over the course of my cadet life. I ended with the specific details of the last few minutes, so he couldn't accuse me of making it up.
"So what is your question Top Sergeant?"
"Colonel Smith, if Cpl. Smith is related to you, would you please instruct him to not threaten us with his relationship to you sir."
At that Colonel Smith turned his head and asked Cpl. Smith the question everyone wanted to ask. "Cpl. Ken Smith, how am I related to you?"
Young Corporal Smith tried to create a story on the spot that sounded phony as hell. Colonel Smith then asked me.
"Have you ever heard this explanation Top Sergeant?"
"Not until just now Sir", I answered with a front of hopeful confidence.
"Cpl. Smith you are not only not related to me, I was adopted. I have heard rumors about your threats since last year. The Top Sergeant has been the only one with the guts to call your bluff. I know you are lying, he knows you are lying and you know you are lying." Cadet Smith looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
"Normally Cpl. Smith I would demote you and punish you. Because of the personal nature of your lying, I would paddle you. However, demoting you to Private this early in the year would mean nothing. Also, my paddling you might be too severe because of my anger." He then turned to me with a hot question.
"Since you have had to bear the brunt of his threats Top Sergeant, what is your punishment recommendation?" I about dumped in my underwear. I quickly thought of what I would like to do....and gambled.
"Sir, if I had created this kind of lie to my Dad, I would be paddled long and hard on my bare butt Sir. I don't propose to be that severe Sir, but request permission to paddle Corporal Smith?" I couldn't believe that Colonel Smith actually smiled at my request.
"How do you propose to do that Top Sergeant?"
"Sir, over my knee, Sir!"
"I accept your recommendation Top Sergeant. When, where and with what do you propose to carryout this punishment?" I was on a roll, and couldn't believe that I was going to be able to turn the tables on this little jerk.
"Sir, I request permission to use your paddle, paddle him in his room and do it tomorrow night when the honor cadets are in their rooms studying Sir." Corporal Smith was turning even paler by the second.
"I will leave the paddle with Faculty Watch Officer tomorrow. Make sure he learns his lesson Top Sergeant. Do the same thing your Dad would do to you."
I just couldn't believe my stroke of good luck.
I escorted Corporal Smith back to his room in complete silence. Once we were back in his room, I sent his roommate out into the hall and closed the door. I ordered him to strip off his pajamas and open his underwear and sock drawer. He did so and stood aside. I went thru his white cotton size 12 boy's briefs until I spotted a pair that was older, smaller and thinner than all the rest. A pair of size 10's. I put those into my robe pocket and ordered him to stand at attention in the center of the room. He did so, now almost shaking.
"Smith, tomorrow night I am going to paddle you at 1900 hours. You will be standing just as you are now at that time. I will bring with me Colonel Smith's paddle and your underpants. If you do not screw up at all tomorrow, I will let you put them on for your spanking. Do we understand each other Mister?"
He gave me the proper reply and I ordered him to prepare for bed. As I left, I sent his roommate back into their room.
The next day I admit was a tough one for me. By this time, between Glenn and Denny, I felt I knew how to really paddle the little screw off. At 1845 hours most of the cadets went to the library for supervised study hall. Scholastic Honor Roll cadets like me got to independently study in our rooms. (It was a cherished honor...and one of the few times you got to be by yourself in a dorm filled with boys your own age.) Corporal Smith had never gotten that honor. Now his first night was going to be more than he ever dreamed. Promptly at 1900 hours I walked into his room with the paddle.
Smith was standing at attention, naked. Since he hadn't screwed up that day, I handed him his briefs.
"Put these on and place your desk chair in the center of the room. He did both tasks very quickly. I sat down and began my pre-spanking lecture, with Smith standing at attention, wearing only his white cotton briefs. He reminded me of a red-headed toothpick, with a 'Band-Aid' wrapped around the middle of it.
"Smith, I am going to paddle you. I am going to enjoy paddling you. The reason that I am going to enjoy paddling you is that you are a jerk off. Not only are you a jerk off....you are a lying jerk off. Do you understand me Mister?"
"Yes Top Sergeant."
"Bend over," I loudly ordered. He was beginning to tear-up as he lay across my lap. His thin white briefs fit his arched buns like a tight glove, even creasing into his ass crack. As I positioned his body, they crept up slightly on his butt.
I picked up the paddle and tapped his butt. He flinched. Then I raised it up and brought it down with a lot of force.
Crack!!!
"Oh God no," he screamed.
Crack!!!
"Oh please not so hard," as he kicked his legs and moved his hand back to protect his butt. I promptly grabbed his wrist, pinning his arm to his lower back. I then resumed paddling his squirming butt. His briefs creased into his ass crack as he made the mistake of all boys getting a hard paddling...he kept clenching his buns.
48 more times that paddle struck his butt. Each time his crying got louder and louder. I stopped and put the paddle down, ordering him to stand up at attention. Of course he disobeyed me and started furiously rubbing his butt.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked him back over my lap. I pulled his briefs down and saw a dark red, and very well marked butt. I picked up the paddle and gave him twelve more swats on his barebutt....hard and fast. Then I ordered him up again. This time he stood at attention, with his briefs around his ankles....his legs quivering and tears streaming down his face.
I lectured him for a few more minutes, knowing he was in real agony not being able to rub his butt. He had a terrible time answering my questions as he squirmed and quivered as he tried to maintain his position of attention.
I was able to spank Smith with my hand and jean's belt on his briefs a number of times that year. Twice in full view of other cadets. This action just increased my power with him and other cadets.
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This story is true, just certain names have been modified. I travel in my own business, and have the freedom to safely satisfy the spanking needs of interested readers.
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