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!
This particular story takes place the next spring, after Geoff and his brother & sister got paddled by me. Read that one first, before reading this story. You will loose a lot of the background of the characters if you don't.
The war in Vietnam was in full swing, even though the American public didn't really know what was really happening that early. I was on short TDY assignments throughout SE Asia. On one of these, I got food poisoning, meant for someone else in our group....a hell of a lot more important than me. I woke up in a Tokyo military hospital, hearing for the first time my new nickname, "Baby Face Sgt."
Thru blurry eyes I saw this white coated man talking to my boss, saying how young I looked and why in the hell was in the position I was in, etc. Then he stomped out of the room uttering my new nickname. Within a few days, I was back to normal. But the great part about the hospital stay was this. With my security clearance, they confined me to a private room, with a member of ASA on duty at all times, to write down anything I might say in my sleep. That was the only good part about an Army hospital.
Between the TDY assignment, and the hospital stay, I had missed about 9 classes, before I returned to school at Sophia University. Geoff was the first one to grab me and express some real bitter, where in the hell have you been type greetings. I smoothed it over, but he didn't look happy.
At the beer garden after class that night, he unloaded on me, about what was going at his high school. Advanced Japanese composition was killing him. He was expected to be able to compete at the same level as his Japanese peers, and it didn't matter if he was a "gaijin" or not. (It has been my first hand experience that the Japanese people are the most prejudiced on this planet. Just ask any Korean, Chinese or Filipino that has had to live there. Americans are treated a little better, but only to our faces. Think about that in light of the trade negotiations that they are always winning. Think about that the next time you hop in your Honda, on the way to your ACLU meeting.)
Geoff was beside himself over the complexities of his assignments. His schoolmates had tried to help a little, but they had to compete in class as well. His grade in that course was sinking, and it affected his other grades. His whole outlook was in the crapper, and he had missed sounding off against me something terrible. In life we all make choices, many times a day. Geoff the next week, on Monday, made a terrible choice, despite my pep talk in the beer garden.
Geoff plagiarized one of his buddy's assignments....and got caught. He was ordered to report to the high school principal's office the following Monday, only because the man was attending an educator's conference. Geoff hadn't planned to tell his Dad, until he got to talk to me after class on Tuesday evening.
By the time he had told me the whole story, he was crying in shame and fear. The scandal in his village would harm his Dad's missionary work tremendously. Plus, he could be expelled from high school. He was worried sick. He asked me to intervene with his Dad.
"Geoff, I won't do that. I will not lie to your Dad, nor will I try to smooth this mess over with him. I can't help you there at all. But, I don't want you to tell your Dad anything. If I can pull this off, I will call him Friday at noon, and confirm my invitation for this weekend. Don't tell him anything, unless he tells you kids after school on Friday that I can't come down. That will be your signal to tell him the whole story. Between now and then, don't lie to him, don't tell him anything.", I said in my best soothing tone.
One of my personal off duty pleasures in Tokyo was helping kids learn English. I was the debate coach of Aoyama Gakuin/Blue Mountain University's English debate team. I had been introduced to a Stanford grad, who had become an assistant superintendent in the Tokyo school system. Every Saturday morning, I visited a school to help the teacher with his or her English class. I had become good friends with Sieji and his family, in particular his college age son. I went to him with the whole story and my plan.
I asked Seiji to research who this high school principal was, and who helped him get into his position. On Wednesday, he had the answers....all good. The man was indebted to his old college professor for his position, and that man was a close friend of Seiji, because he was also a Stanford grad. I then sprang my plan on Seiji and we met with his friend, the principal's college professor. My plan was simple, all four of us walk into the meeting, and blow the guy away with intimidation. Everyone knew what I was doing, and they knew it would work, because Geoff's principal couldn't afford to lose face in front of all of us.
That weekend, Geoff and I spent a lot of time by ourselves, discussing my plan and what his end was going to have to be. He didn't like part of it, but he realized that he no choice. My proposal was for Geoff to write an apology to the school, his classmates and teacher for his stunt. This apology was to be read to the principal the following Monday. If the apology was accepted as read and written, then Geoff would demonstrate to the principal that he had been severely spanked for his transgression. This was what Geoff was most worried about.
"Geoff, it will be simple. Next weekend, I will have your Dad send you to Tokyo to spend Saturday night and Sunday with me. I will have some of my college debating buddies help you write your apology. Over the two days, I will give you a series of spankings that will leave your butt looking like bad hamburger, so that the principal will be satisfied. The worst will be on Sunday afternoon, so that it will be fresh for Monday morning. Agreed?', I asked. He shook his head "yes".
We then went over what was going to happen on Monday morning. The trickiest part was my presence in the village, without Ian finding out, but I got that worked out by riding in Seiji's car, all the way up to the front door of the high school. Geoff was to meet us there, at 11 o'clock.
He did, and it worked to perfection. The high school principal was absolutely blown away with my frontal attack. He agreed to everything, except one caveat to save face. Geoff's apology was to remain in his file, until he graduated, when it would be returned to him. If he screwed up before then, all bets were off. Geoff agreed. My friends were also happy to help Geoff, and said so repeatedly on the way back to Tokyo. But, I was also in their debt, big time.
On Wednesday, I called Ian with my invitation, and he thought it was a great idea. On Thursday, I went to a leather repair shop and found just what I was looking for.
I bought two items. One was an old-fashioned razor strap. The other was a riding whip I had used in horse riding myself. The razor strap was 24" long, 2 ½" wide. The riding whip was 18" long. At the handle, it was three pieces of sewn together leather. At the business end it was two pieces of leather, 1/8" wide, unsewn for 4". It would sting, really sting.
On Saturday afternoon, Geoff arrived at my train station, fresh from his morning classes, still dressed in his school uniform. We went to my place. One of the duties of my assignment was to maintain and live in our agency's safe house. It was a typical small Japanese house, westernized to some extent. It had two very small bedrooms, one of which was an office. A living room, dining room combination with a small kitchen a one bathroom. No more than 600 sq. ft.
Geoff was really impressed with it, despite its size. I told him to strip to his briefs and put on a kimono robe and that we needed to talk. He did so in the bedroom. We both sat down on the living room sofa, and over the next few minutes I outlined to him the series of events and who was going to help him. At four o'clock, Seiji's son was coming over, and we were going to draft his apology letter. The three of us would then go out to dinner. On Sunday morning we would attend the early English language mass at Sophia University's chapel and return home. At 1 o'clock, two of my debate team members were coming over to polish up the apology letter.
Then he asked the big question.
"When am I going to get my spankings?', he asked with real concern on his face.
"Geoff, I am going to spank you four times. In a minute, you are going to get a hand spanking on your briefs. This evening, just before bed, it will be a repeat of the same. In the morning you backside will still show the effects of the two spankings, and I will give you a bare butt hand spanking after Mass. After my two friends leave, I will give your very tender and sore butt, a whipping that will do two things. Teach you never to pull such a stunt again. And leave your ass marked to the point that the principal will immediately accept it when we meet with him on Monday morning.", I said very sternly.
"You mean you are going to be with me on Monday?', he said hopefully.
"Absolutely. So is Seiji. We can't let this guy back track on you, especially after what I am forced to do to your butt. Do you understand?", I asked.
He looked at me with his little teenage boy eyes and nodded softly. I pulled his head onto my lap and stroked his hair as we continued to discuss the need for his spankings. As I stoked his hair, he agreed with everything. I slid to the middle of the couch, and at the same time pulled him across my lap, face down. He didn't fight it, and stretched himself out. The kimono robe's wide cloth belt accentuated his bubble butt, angled up on my lap. I reached down and slid the robe over his belt, revealing his Sears white cotton briefs. I tugged them and smoothed them out, and his cheeks flinched in anticipation of what I was now forced to do.
Over the next few minutes I slowly and carefully gave Geoff a hard hand spanking of 100 swats. Every ten swats I would stop and lecture him. By the 30th swat, he was crying. By the 40th, his legs started kicking. By the 60th his briefs looked permanently creased in his contracting ass crack. Every inch of each cheek was covered with my swats. On the 100th swat, he was reduced to convulsing sobs. I pulled down his sweat-moistened underpants and massaged his hot, red buns. Within a few minutes he was back to normal conversation and we began to discuss Seiji's son and how he was to help.
Late that afternoon, the rough draft of the apology was put into place with Geoff & Seiji's son. We went out to dinner and returned back to the house and played Mahjong till Seiji's son left. It was about 10 o'clock, so I let Geoff delay his next spanking until almost midnight with more Mahjong. Then I told him to prepare for bed.
He did so, appearing a few minutes later in just his briefs. I placed his nose against the wall, and told him not move until I called him into the bedroom. I prepared for bed by stripping to my white cotton briefs, and turning down the double bed covers. I sat down in the middle of one side and called for Geoff. He entered without a word and assumed an over the lap position. I pulled down his briefs to check the results of his first spanking. Only slightly pink as I pulled up the briefs again....and Geoff began to cry and ask me not to spank so hard, just as my first swat flattened his right cheek. He cried out immediately.
This spanking was just as hard, but even slower, with more lecturing. I wound up having to put Geoff's left hand under my butt and his right wrist in my left hand, pressed down in the small of his back. His arched, cotton covered buns, flinched and contracted with each swat, and one leg or both kept falling off the bed. When it was over, I pulled down his briefs and massaged his now tender and colored buns till he stopped crying. His great little 16-year-old body was still shaking as I had him move over to his side of the bed and lay face down. I laid down on my back, head on my pillow and brought his head onto my shoulder and caressed his head and buns until he feel asleep.
Geoff enjoyed Mass the next morning, since he had never been to a Catholic service. We arrived home at 10 o'clock and Geoff immediately went to the bedroom and stripped to his briefs. By the time he came back into the main room, I had moved a dining table chair into position and sat down. He came over and attempted to get quickly into position and I stopped him. I slid his briefs down to his ankles and took them off, and then pulled him over my lap. His butt had a pink glow and handprints on it, and his asshole kept nervously puckering in anticipation for what was going to happen.
This spanking was harsh, rapid and a true bare butt punishment hand spanking, with little lecturing and a lot of wailing on his part. His body bucked and heaved in response to the hard swats and his butt shook with clenching and contracting. Within 3 minutes the 100 swats were finished and Geoff lay across my lap crying and begging for no more. This time, instead of massaging his buns, he got to stand in the corner, with his hands on top of his head, and no butt rubbing.
At noon I fixed us lunch and told him to put his clothes on. We ate lunch in silence as he knew that the worse was yet to come. At 1 o'clock my two buddies arrived and the apology letter was put to bed by 4PM, much to the delight of Geoff. He knew that the principal would be impressed, especially since none of his classmates had been approached to help him. It was a gem of an apology letter, hitting all the bases that such a letter in Japan should....but written by young people, with that tone. He was excited and happy until I looked at my watch. His train left at 7 PM and it was now 4:45. He knew what was next, and his eyes started to tear up.
I pulled two dining table chairs together, back to back. I went into the bedroom and got four ties and a pillow, placing the pillow over the chair backs and tying a tie to each outside leg. By now I could hear Geoff openly crying as he began to strip to his briefs. When his shirt dropped to the sofa, I motioned him over to the chairs. He stopped and I reached down into his briefs and pulled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls flat against his stomach and then put him into position over the two chairs. The two ties closest to his head got tied to a knee. The two ties at this feet got tied to his wrists, the tie crossing underneath the chairs so that he couldn't move.
His butt was now angled sharply up, his legs spread apart on each side of the chair. I tugged on his briefs and smoothed them out as he began to cry. I then retrieved my two purchases and laid them down on the chair seat a few inches from his face. He started begging and blubbering not to use them. Over the next several minutes I massaged his hair and buns, calming him down and reminding of why he was in that position. He finally asked for it to begin.
"Geoff, I am going to give you six dozen swats to finish this spanking. Half will be on your briefs, half on your bare. I will spank you twelve times with the strap, followed by six with the whip. This will happen twice and then I will bare your butt for a repeat. I am going to be careful, so to only mark your butt to the extent that the principal 16 hours from now will feel sorry for you. Understand?", I asked softly as I patted his head with one hand and his tightly stretched briefs with the other. He started crying but nodded "yes". I picked up the razor strap and took my position, drawing back my arm for a ¾ overhand swat.
"CRACK"
"NNOO JASON PLEEAASEE," Geoff wailed.
"CRACK" the second swat caught leg openings of his briefs and his untouched upper thighs. He really bellowed.
Ten more times I carefully whipped his twisting ass. I placed the strap back down in front of his nose, and picked up the whip. I was far more familiar with how to use this than the strap.
Six times the whip creased the seat of his briefs. Each time Geoff's cries got louder. I went to the kitchen and got a dishrag to stuff in his mouth.
I repeated the 12 swats with the razor strap, standing on the opposite side, using a backhand motion that sounded even louder. Geoff's body was actually bouncing up and down, trying to put out the fire after each swat. His white briefs were stretched so tight, they didn't crease into his ass crack, but I still saw his buns clench and unclench.
The next six with the whip created even more convulsions. He really hated the sting of the whip. I was careful not to overlap too much, but that was hard not to do.
I let him stop sobbing and heaving for a few minutes and then I began to pull up his briefs in back with his leg openings. I pulled up the right leg opening, uncovering an ugly mess of dark red with stripes. I pulled up the left side, baring it as well. His taut, angled butt was now bare, with a strip of white fabric jammed into his crack.
The first 12 with the razor strap really sent his buns clenching. The 6 with the whip caused his toes to contact and clench in agony, his feet kicking up and down.
The last 12 and 6 left him totally spent. I untied him and picked him up and carried him into the bedroom and laid him face down. I soaked several wash clothes with cold water and then placed several ice cubes in one of them. I pulled off his twisted briefs and carefully placed the cold cloths on his discolored cheeks. He slowly returned to speech and we discussed how his butt looked and why it was going to pass muster in the morning. I couldn't put ointment on it, because I wanted the marks to be vivid. He understood. By 6 o'clock he got dressed and we sat down on the couch.
He placed his head on my lap and I softly stroked his curly hair, as we discussed all that had happened. He knew he had _f_u_c_k_ed up big time and that he paid the penalty, which we all hoped would be worth it. I drove him to the train stop and hugged him as the train pulled in.
The next morning Seiji, Geoff and I faced the final test. Geoff read the letter of apology with tears in his voice and eyes. He was truly sorry. After formally handing the letter to the principal he turned and lowered his school uniform pants and white briefs. The principal smiled an ugly smile at the sight of Geoff's butt, which Seiji and I couldn't see. Then the sick bastard looked at me and said.
"Omoi des na", and grinned a sick grin at Seiji and I.
That phrase has many meanings in Japanese, depending upon the situation. Literally it means, "what a waste". You interpret for yourself just how sick this jerk was.
On Tuesday night at Sophia, Geoff and I went into the restroom together at school and examined my handiwork. It looked bad, but it got the job done, and Geoff never got another spanking from Ian or me. When I mustered out, breaking that bond was tough. I can vividly remember to this day my final look from the church at Tokyo bay.
(At the luncheon, when I was reunited with Ian, he quietly told me about how he found out about Geoff's mistake. Just before he was reassigned to Washington, the principal had given Geoff's letter of apology to him, as Ian was claiming Sam's school records. The principal told him the whole story. He told Ian that he actually admired the way I bullied him into accepting a different punishment than the expulsion he had in mind. Ian thanked me very intently for not letting Geoff's _f_u_c_k_ up get any bigger than it got. I am now the godfather to Geoff's youngest son, Jason Ian MacLeod.)
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.