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!
In mid-spring of each year, our military school had parent's day. This was a heck of an occasion for most cadets. For those cadets in positions of authority, it was a real trip. There were a total of four officers and myself, the Junior School Top Sergeant. All cadets made sure that we were introduced to their parents. The term I believe back then was "brown nosing".
One cadet who did not participate in these activities was Fred Jones. His parents never came to visit, until the final day of the school year. In his 7th grade year, that was the pattern...and so far this year it was the pattern. But, Cadet Jones was not without company during these special days. It seems as though Cadet Jones had a very famous relative, an uncle, who was a star athlete...the best in the world at his sport. Cadet Jones's story was that his parents were managing his uncle's career, and were too busy to travel to the Midwest to visit him. The way this kid told the story, everyone, and I mean everyone bought into it.
So, Jones became the "sympathy cadet" on all of these occasions of parent's visits, school functions or private. Some of the cadets used to argue over who would get to have Jones with him and his parents for their family times off school grounds. Not only that, but the little _s_h_i_t_ got other kid's parents to loan him money. This kid was good...very good.
He even suckered me and my brother into inviting him along during one of our parent's visit. Sure enough he even hit my Dad up for $5.00. My Dad readily agreed, and then he dropped a bombshell.
"Don't worry son, the next time I run into your uncle and Dad, I can collect it from them. I'm sure they will be delighted that you go to the same school as my boys," my Dad said, smiling at all three of us.
The reaction from Freddie boy was one of complete and total stark terror. "Oh please Mr. Parker, don't do that, they might get mad. Here let me give it back to you," and with that he handed it back to my very surprised Dad.
I could tell from look on my Dad's face, he wasn't going to let this drop. "Don't worry son, I have them on my New York bound flights a lot. They are just great passengers, always being very accommodating with the other passengers with autographs", he said as he stuck the $5- bill back into Jones' dress coat pocket. (My Dad was a pilot for a major airline. He knew Jones' "relatives" on a professional basis.)
By this time Cadet Jones knew that he was in trouble. You don't tell "No" to my Dad....ever. My Dad and Mom were social friends with Colonel Smith & his wife, and this also was common knowledge. Jones could do nothing but hope.
About two weeks later, just before dinner formation, Colonel Smith called me into his office. On his desk was his paddle. I thought I was going to get another one. I stood at attention in front of his desk and expected the worse. Then the strangest thing happened.
"Jason, please be at ease, go back and close the door and have a seat", he said quietly....too quietly. I did as he ordered, finding it very strange that he would be this un-military with me....with a paddle on his desk and calling me by my first name.
"We have a problem son. I just got off the phone with your father, and he had some very disturbing news for me and this school," his voice was barely audible. I was scared _s_h_i_t_less, my Dad had called here, and now I was in this office staring at a paddle.
"It seems as though we have another "Cadet Smith" type problem on our hands. Cadet Jones is not related to "?" Jones, the famous "?". His father is not that Jones' manager either. Your Dad had the real "?" Jones and his manager on a flight this afternoon," he said wearily, looking intently at me.
I thought about the same thing he did, just as he started talking again. What about the money he "borrowed" from all those kids' parents?
"This school is embarrassed...and I am dumbfounded that we let this scheme go on this long...nearly two years. I am so angry at this kid, I want to beat his butt off his lying ass body," he said his voice now returning to normal...intimidating as hell.
He was silent for several moments, as if he was waiting for me to speak, and I did.
"Permission to speak sir", I said, sitting as straight as possible in his armchair.
"Granted, Top Sergeant", he barked. Now he was back to normal.
"May I suggest the following courses of action, Sir. First, at the lights out formation, Cadet Jones be ordered into his room. The officers and I will then poll every cadet on both floors to see if, and how much he stole from their parents or themselves. Second, once that amount and the cadets are identified, the cadets be ordered to the rec. room for a special meeting. Third, Jones be ordered to strip to his underpants and I escort him to the rec. room with your paddle in hand. Fourth, when then explain to the cadets what has happened. Fifth, he then is given a series of spankings. From each cadet who lost money, he gets one swat for each dollar he and his parents lost. Once every cadet has gotten his revenge, a final punishment spanking be given to him. I will take him over my knee and paddle him. One swat for each cadet on his underpants, then repeat the swats on his bare," I finished a rapidly as I could.
Colonel Smith's answer was great. "Do it Top Sergeant. Just make _d_a_m_n_ sure that kid is begging & crying like a little baby in front of your cadet corps when you are finished. If I hear otherwise, I will give you one privately that will. Do we read each other Mister?" he barked.
"Yes Sir, perfectly clear Sir, " I responded just as loud.
"One final thing Top Sergeant. Make sure that every cadet understands that the lost money will be put into their personal savings accounts at the school bank, by this school. But, don't tell them that until after the punishment. I don't want this kid to get anymore than what he deserves, so wait until afterwards," and he slid the paddle towards me, rising from his seat.
I arose, reached across, took the paddle. Saluted, about faced, and marched out of the office. Since it was close to the dinner formation start, lots of cadets were in the halls and recoiled at the sight of me with a paddle. "It was going to be a fun dinner and study hall, " I thought as I reached my room.
After dinner that night, I met with the company officers and explained the situation. As it turned out, in addition to myself, three of them and their parents had bitten on the story over two years. I then went to Cadet Jones's room and confined him to his room for study hall. He started blubbering then.
"You found out, didn't you?" he started really crying. Because he had seen me with the paddle.
"Yes, Fred, I found out, because my Dad was the captain on a flight this afternoon with the real "?" Jones and his manager." I said leaning into his face.
"Am I going to be spanked", with even more blubbering and tears.
"You will find out later Mister," I said over my shoulder as I walked out.
At lights out formation that night the company officers and I took our poll. Christ, 23 cadets, and $125-. "This kid's butt was going to look like bad raw hamburger", I thought to myself. The company officers took the cadets downstairs to the rec. room and outlined what was about to happen and how. I entered Cadet Jones room, with the paddle, and he was already crying....knowing that what was about to happen wasn't going to be good.
"Strip, Mister...everything!" I ordered. As he did, I opened his underwear & sock drawer, picking out his oldest and thinnest white cotton briefs. I handed them to him and he quickly pulled them up. Fred stood about 5' 4", brown hair and brown eyes, a slim 26" waist and a round butt...tightly framed in a very old and thin pair of white cotton briefs, size boys 12.
"Accompany me to the rec. room Mister...and you lead," I barked. He walked as quickly as he could, knowing that very soon, the paddle and his butt were going to become very hot.
Once downstairs, he was ordered to stand at attention and face his classmates. The cadets who reported a loss were all in one line, the rest of the cadets, standing and peering intently at Jones, the paddle and me in that order. I then asked the cadets if anyone had any questions about what the company officers said was about to happen. Most stood in stunned silence, some shook their heads "no".
Jones was standing in front of a teacher's desk that was used by Colonel Smith to teach his math classes in the same room.
"Cadet Jones, about face," I ordered. He did so, and then two of the company officers each grabbed a wrist, pulling him across the desk. They pulled his arms taut, leaving him standing on the balls of his feet, his butt a perfect, tight white spanking target.
I then gave the cadets instructions on how to swat, using my hand to rub & pat Jones' cotton covered, arched buns. I tugged on his briefs, making sure that the brief's leg openings covered his ass cheeks. I then used my foot to spread his legs further apart, causing him to be on his toes. I took a position to his left, at the side of the small desk. I drew back the paddle. (For those of you who are not "experienced" at getting a paddling, standing up increases the pain of each swat tremendously, because your leg muscles are tight and that makes your butt muscles tight.)
Whap!!!
"OOWWW" Jones cried as his buns flinched.
"$1", the company commander shouted.
Crack!!!
"AAIIEE" Jones screamed, his body twisted slightly, with my hard swat.
"This was sure different than spanking someone over the knee", I thought.
"$2-", the company commander again shouted.
Splat!!!
"Oh Christ, not so hard," Jones screamed as his left leg kicked.
By the time I had given him 5 swats for my Dad's $5-, he was in total tears and crying.
Each cadet then gave him what he had coming. Out of the 22 other cadets, 6 were left handed, giving him a different pain in his aching buns. 120 more swats total blasted his butt.
When the cadets were finished, I ordered him to stand at attention and do an about face. He started to rub his butt.
"If you want 125 more on your bare butt the same way Mister, you go right on ahead and rub you hot ass", the company commander shouted. Fred quickly put his hands at his sides, his body at attention. This position, left his briefs tightly creased up his buns, the butt's red+ color giving a pink cast to the tight fabric.
"Cadet Jones are you ready to receive the commandant's spanking?" I asked loudly.
"I don't know what you mean Top Sergeant", he said weakly between tears and blubbering.
"I mean this Cadet Jones. You just got spanked by your classmates. Now you are going to be given the Commandant's spanking, by me. Are you ready, Mister?" I hollered, my face within 2 feet of the back of his head.
"Please no more sir." he wailed.
"Did you hear a company officer address you Mister. I am the Top Sergeant. I am the one speaking to you. I am not a "sir". One more time Mister. Are you ready to take the Commandant's spanking Mister?" I got within about a foot of his ear on this blast.
"Yes Top Sergeant", he said quietly and crying softly.
"About face Mister", I barked and stood back several paces. He spun around, his tear-stained face nervously looking at his classmates.
I then pulled Colonel Smith chair out from behind the desk, placing next to Jones. I sat down, paddle in my left hand.
"How many cadets did you scam Mister", I shouted, looking up at the side profile of his tears still coming from his eyes.
"23 Top Sergeant, " he said very nervously, biting his lower lip.
"How many Mister," I asked again. "23 Top Sergeant", he repeated.
"What are 23 + 23 Mister," I asked.
"46 Top Sergeant", he answered and I saw his buns flinch.
"That is the wish of the Colonel Smith, the commandant, Mister. Bend over," and as I said it, I grabbed his left wrist and pulled him across my lap. He immediately started to protest that he didn't need anymore swats. I put the paddle on the floor.
I moved his body, tilting it face down. I swung my left leg over his back. The company commander grabbed his wrists and two officers each grabbed and ankle. I picked up the paddle and again asked him what 23+23 equaled.
"46 Top Sergeant", he wailed.
"The commandant has ordered that you be given 46 swats, 23 on the underpants, 23 on the bare as his spanking. Prepare for his paddling Mister," I shouted as I raised the paddle and swung down.
Crack!!!
Jones tried to get up as he screamed "No more, I can't take it, please"
Crack!!!
"You should have thought of that while you were stealing from us and our parents."
21 more times I paddled him hard and very slow, pausing a three count between each swat. Making sure that he felt each one. His screams got to be total gibberish as I scorched his buns with the Colonel's paddle.
After the 23rd swat I waited for a minute, asking him if he wanted to apologize to the other cadets as I rubbed his sweaty, tight brief covered buns. He tried to, but was crying too hard. I put my fingers inside his brief's waistband and slowly uncovered his multi-colored hot buns..."They look bad", I thought.
The second dose of 23, I didn't paddle him as hard at all. I still got the same reaction, because bare butt the paddle really got to him. Hell it should have, after 148+ swats.
I ordered him up and at attention. "Now apologize Mister".
He tried, but it took him over 5 minutes to get it all out because of his sobbing.
Jones was the last spanking I gave or got in junior military school. His parents apologized to my Mom & Dad at the end of the school year activities, because Colonel Smith informed them of his stunt in writing. If I read his father's face right...Fred's butt got it again.
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.