"He what? You're kidding. How in the world can he think he can do that? I know. Well, before I write him up, let me talk with him, and maybe put him on a little personal probation, and see if that shapes him up. Oh, don't worry. He'll be aware of all of this. Believe me. He won't forget it. Get back to me in about three weeks and let me know if you haven't seen a change. Thanks, Perry. Bye, now."
Fire battalion chief, Doug Peterson hung up the phone from a call by the deputy chief of the department. He was calling about a junior officer at Chief Peterson's station – station 9 – Captain Daniel Robert Munroe. The news was surprising – and disturbing – to chief Peterson.
At 27, Captain Munroe had been with the department nearly 9 years, having begun as a firefighter, after graduating from high school. Chief Peterson was 45, and had been with the department 27 years. He, too, had begun as a mere firefighter, when he too was a recent high school graduate; and he had risen to the officer rank of battalion chief through service, training, experience, and education.
Captain Munroe had been assigned to Doug's battalion, at station 9, for more than 5 years, and over that time they had developed a close friendship, despite the + 18 years difference between them. Nevertheless, Doug was keenly dismayed and irked by what the deputy chief had told him. Captain Munroe – Danny – had left early from a recent captains' meeting at headquarters, had failed to appear for the resumption of the meeting the next day, had not checked his mail box at headquarters for nearly a month, and had not turned in monthly in-service, training reports on firefighters under him, at station 9, for more than 10 months! The Chief was hot, deputy chief Olsen had stated, and was ready to have Captain Munroe stepped up to the second and third levels of discipline – written warning and suspension without pay.
Doug did not want his friend to get into such serious, career-threatening trouble. He knew Danny was a bright young man, with deep loyalties and sincerity, albeit immature and irresponsible. At the same time, he could neither overlook this conduct, nor allow Danny to escape responsibility and think that he could continue to get away with such behavior. He knew that as soon as he summoned Danny and questioned him about these infractions, he would immediately be apologetic and promise to correct them; but, as had happened time and time again with other misdeeds, he would shortly return to his misbehavior. Doug also knew that Danny looked up to him with an almost son-like, little brother devotion.
Slowly, he got up from his desk and walked about his office, sorting out what action to take, not only to get Danny's attention, but to ensure that he would really shape up and change his behavior. Finally, he settled with determination on his course of corrective action. Opening his office door, he walked out into the station, out to the trucks that were being washed and inspected to be ready for calls.
Captain Munroe was wiping down tires, on one truck, when Doug walked up to him. "Danny," he interrupted, "I need to speak with you privately."
"Okay, Doug," Captain Munroe replied casually.
"Right away, Danny," Chief Peterson emphasized, a pique of exasperation in his tone.
"Okay, Doug. I'll come to your office in a couple of minutes. I'm just finishing drying off this truck. Okay?"
"Okay, Danny. But don't get distracted. I need to see you right away. Understand?"
"Sure, Doug. I'll be right there." Danny assured him.
Nearly thirty minutes later, Danny opened the door to Chief Peterson's office, and walked in nonchalantly. "Hi, Doug. What's up?" he asked.
Chief Peterson got up from behind his desk, without speaking, and came around in front of it. Standing straight in front of Captain Munroe, he stood staring at him, looking him over, still without speaking. Then, he sat down in one of the armless, wooden chairs in front of the desk. Looking up, he said, "Danny, what in hell are you up to? I got a call from Deputy Olsen that you walked out early from last week's captains' meeting, and then didn't even show up for the rest of it the next day. Besides that, he tells me you haven't checked your department mailbox in nearly a month; and, on top of that, you haven't turned in the monthly in-service, training reports on anyone – yourself, included – in more than 10 months! I ask you again, what in hell is going on?"
Danny stood next to Chief Peterson, with lowered head, shifting his feet. He looked the part of the bad boy, caught and scolded for errant behavior. "Ah, Doug. I had some make up work at the college I had to go to, so I skipped out of the meeting that was incredibly boring. Ditto for the next day. As far as the mailbox is concerned, it's 11 extra miles to headquarters, and I just haven't gotten around to it. The, ah, training reports, ah, I was going to tell you about that, but . . . ah . . . ah . . .it just got too much, and then I didn't want to bring it up."
"So, you just ignored it? What kind of irresponsible behavior is that? You're an officer. You're in charge of these guys. You're expected – responsible – to be sure that everybody – including you – gets his monthly training in, and then reports it for verification. Have you even been having the training sessions?"
"Sometimes." Danny spoke slowly and little.
"Sometimes. That's a miserable answer, corresponding to a miserable situation. Your rearend is on the firing line, buddy. The Chief wants to write you up and suspend you without pay. You know what's next after that, if you mess up further, don't you? Don't you?!"
"Y-yes, ah, . . . ah . . ."
"Ah, nothing. Termination, buddy. You're about 16 months from 10-years' vesting with this department, and your childish, irresponsible behavior is about to jeapordize it all. You know the Chief. All he cares about is how he looks, and who helps him look good. If you make him look bad, or if you're not in line with his objectives, you're looking at being history around here. That's been true for guys with a lot less violations than you've got here, Captain Munroe. Do you hear me, young man?" Captain Peterson was verbally lashing his young friend, as he lectured him with an icy and stern tone of voice.
"Yeah, Doug, I do, but, ah, I didn't feel like it was that big a deal. After all, I had some school work at the college, and it is an extra trip to go to headquarters, you know," he offered lamely.
"Nuts to that, buddy. You wanted to be captain – an officer – and then you act like an immature adolescent. Now, you want to bypass the problems you've created by making excuses. You deserve what you get. You deserve to have a written reprimand and without-pay suspension. Then, they'll have their record to watch you like a hawk, and the next infraction, you're gone! You hear me?!"
"Well, yeah, but . . ."
"NO BUTS, YOUNG MAN!" Doug shouted his interruption of Danny's empty effort at making excuses. "You've got a lot to learn, Danny; and, believe me, you can do it one way or another. If I follow Deputy Olsen's instructions from Chief, you can sit home without pay for the next 30 days, and then begin walking on eggs until you're next busted."
"But, Doug . . ."
"I said, 'no buts," Doug interjected. "On the other hand, the only "but" is going to be your butt," he finished. "I really don't want to see you throw away a career you've worked on so hard this long, and that really could be a promising one for you – if you shape up! But, neither can I let this go, Danny. You hear me?"
"Whataya mean, Doug?" Danny stiffened as he questioned his battalion chief.
"I mean, I've got to discipline you, Captain Munroe. I have no choice. But even if I did, I'd still do it, because I'm not doing you any favor, or any good, to let you go on like you have. If you think you can misbehave like an immature brat, without punishment, you're in for some adjusted thinking, young man."
Danny stood looking at the floor.
"So, you act like an irresponsible brat, and I'll treat you like one. As long as you conduct yourself like that, I'm going to administer discipline to you appropriate for that kind of behavior. It will keep you out of the official, personnel file ditch; but it will give you plenty to remember – and expect for future occurrences."
"What d'ya mean, Doug?" Danny questioned incredulously.
"I mean this," Doug replied, as he reached out and grabbed his young captain's left arm. "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll be recalling for a while, young man." With that, he tightened his grip on Danny's arm and began turning and pulling him towards Doug. When Danny resisted, pulling back slightly, Doug jerked the young captain almost off his feet, as he yanked him over besides his right leg. Then, without warning, Doug reached out with his right arm, while still gripping Danny's left arm with his own left hand, and grabbed the back of Danny's belt, pulling the young captain across his knees.
"HEY! WHAT THE . . ."
Before Danny could finish his questioning exclamation, he was bounced and bobbled forward across Doug's lap, reaching out with his arms to brace himself from hitting the floor, his legs and feet lifted off the floor.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!
With machine-like repetition and force, Doug began swatting the young captain's behind. Danny was shocked! He hadn't been spanked in more than a dozen years, and he couldn't believe this was happening.
"HEY, Doug! Wait! Stop! Uhmph! WAIT! Aaah-uhm! STOP! You can't do this! Owwaah!"
Doug paid no attention, his powerful hand crashing again and again against the seat of Danny's jeans.
WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!
Danny was grunted and gasped as his bottom was swiftly heating up. He was squirming, pushing, pulling, and wriggling, as he tried to get away from the fiery swats of his battalion chief. Danny was a lean, muscular young man of 27, at 5' 11" and 165 pounds, who worked out daily keeping a strong, solid conditioning. Still, he was no where near a match for Doug, who at 6' 1" and 210 pounds, had arms and biceps the size of Danny's thighs.
Doug's left arm had reached down, pulled Danny's right arm up, behind his back, to his shoulder blades, pinning the young captain across his knees. Meanwhile, Doug's right arm kept delivering the pummeling spanks all over Danny's backside.
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!
Danny began to remember what it felt like to be helpless across a bigger, stronger man's lap, with an increasingly blazing spanking licking at his behind. WHEWHAA! He had so long ago forgotten what this was like! His legs were thrusting out and kicking, and he automatically began pleading.
"Please, Doug. Stop! Ahh-oww! Stop it, Doug! You can't doooo-oww-this! I'm too-ahhh-yeeow! Ah-OLD-AH-DOUG-AH-FOR-AH-OOOOO-AH-OWWW! DOUG! PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP! OOOOOOO-AAA-OWEEYOWW! DOUG! STOPIT! AAAAPLEEEZE! AAA-OOO-WOWOWOWEE! IT'S-AAA-HURTING! OWEEE-AH-YOWW! OOOOOOOOO! STOPIT-STOPIT-STOPIT! PUH-LEEEEZE! OOOO-UH-IT'S-UHHURTING! UH-AAA-SOOOO-UH-BAAAAD! YOWEEYOWEEYOWWAAAH!"
Chief Peterson did stop suddenly. Thinking it was over, and he was going to be allowed to get up, Danny pushed himself upward with his left arm, twisting himself around to his right. At that moment, Doug rolled the young captain over on his back, towards the Chief on whose lap he was trapped. Then, with an arm as firm and strong as a concrete block, Doug pushed Danny's chest downward, causing the young man to fall backwards over Doug's knees.
Quickly, he grabbed Danny's belt, unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, yanked down the zipper, and lifting Danny under his waist with Doug's left leg, he grabbed the crotch of Danny's jeans, jerking them down his hips, to his knees, and pulling them hard to gather at Danny's knees.
"HEEEY! CUT THAT OUT!" Danny protested.
Then, Doug deliberately bounced Danny up and down on his knees, as the young captain attempted to sit up, which completely unbalanced him. Doug rapidly grabbed Danny's right arm and leg, and flipped him back face down across his lap. With his right leg, he bounced and flicked Danny back over his left leg, towards the floor, while he regained his grasp of the young captain's right arm, pulling it again into the upper back region. With his right hand, Doug reached the waist band of Danny's white briefs, and jerked them swiftly down over Danny's buttocks and hips, past his knees, to tangle with his jeans at his ankles.
"NOOOO-AAAA-WAAAAY! DOUG! NOOOOO-AH STOP!" Danny shrieked his objection, to no avail.
Doug reached down to the jeans and briefs wadded around Danny's ankles. Finding the buckle of his belt, he pulled hard, unthreading the belt from the loops. Then, he folded it over one-handed, and began snapping it against Danny's reddened, hot bottom.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Unrelentingly, Chief Peterson cracked the young captain's belt, biting his bare behind. Danny was writhing and screaming with each lick of the blistering belt.
"AIEEEYAA! OOOO-AAA-YOWW! EEEAA-YOWW! AAAAIEEE-OOOOOAAAA-NOOOOO-AAAAA-YOWOWOW! P-P-PLEASE! YEEOWOWOW! STOP!"
He was sobbing, punctuated by his screams and pleading.
SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP!
"AIEEYOWOWOOOO-AH-UH-AHM-UH-SORREEEE! PLEASE DOUG! OOOOAAAA-YOWCHAA-OWEEE! STOP-AH! P-PLEASE! AHM-UH-SORREEEE! UH-UHAHL-UH-UH-BEEEE-UH-GOOOD-AAAA-OOOO-AH-YOWW! NOOO-UH-PLEEEZE! STOP-AH-NO-AH-MOOOOOR-UH-UH-PUH-LEEEZE! AH'L-UH-NEVER-UH-NEVER DO IT AIEEYOW! AGAIN! OOOOO-AH-OOOO-EEE-OWWW! IEEYAHL-UH-BEE-AAGOOOD! P-PLEEEE-AH-OOOO-AH-YOWEEEYOWEEEYOWWW! OOOOO-AAAH!"
SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP!
The blazing fires of the unending belt ignited an inferno on Danny's bare backside. Collapsing in gagging sobs and choking, heaving shakes, he simply jumped forward each time the never-ending belt added another blister to his bottom and thighs.
At last Doug stopped; but Danny continued shaking and sobbing as he hung over his battalion chief's knees. Several minutes passed in silence from Doug, and wailing from Danny. Then, Doug reached down, and under his captain's hanging shoulders, lifting him firmly up and off his lap. Danny's wobbling legs failed him, and he fell to his knees, face on the floor, as he continued his convulsive sobs.
After another ten or fifteen minutes, Doug reach down and again pulled Danny to his feet.
"Pull up your pants, captain," he ordered.
Still sobbing, Danny stiffly pulled his briefs tenderly up over his behind, and then winced audibly as he pulled his jeans back up. "Now, young man, over in that corner, hands on the wall and stare straight ahead. Don't let me catch you looking anywhere else, or touching your behind, or you'll be right back where you just got up from! 'Hear me?"
"OOOoooo-ah-y-yes, s-sir," Danny whined and whimpered, as he walked woodenly over to the corner. He was thoroughly humiliated as he stood with his nose in the corner, still sobbing audibly, unable to touch his burning, scorched behind.
Doug got up, left his office, and closed the door. A couple of minutes later he returned, to see whether Captain Munroe was still in the corner. He was. "I'll be back periodically to check, Danny. You better be right where you are now, or we'll have to repeat administering your discipline, captain! You understand me, young man?"
"Ah-y-y-yes-ah-sir!"
"Good. Then make sure you show it, captain." Then he walked out and shut the door again.
Standing, still shaking, nose in the corner, bottom throbbing with torched blazes, Danny thought about how he had gotten himself into this situation. Now, he knew that Doug was his friend, but he was not a pushover. He would have to shape up, and toe the line. There was no way he could take these spankings on any future basis. Yet, he knew that Doug would not accept any more of his misbehavior and made-up excuses. Why or why had he gone on and done this, anyway. He broke down and wept some more, heaving and coughing until he could only whimper to himself as he stood alone, by himself, staring at the corner, his smoking behind still throbbing and aching.
Finally, after about 50 minutes, Doug re-entered the office, closing the door behind him. "You can turn around and face me, now, Captain Munroe," he spoke his order formally.
With audible sigh, Danny turned and looked as his friend and battalion chief. His hair was disheveld, his face streaked and eyes reddened, his chin still quivering.
"Come over here, young man," Doug ordered, as he resumed sitting in the same wooden chair in which he had spanked the young captain. With noticeable hesitation, Danny approached him. "You are to go to your bunk, right away, to get up only if there is a call. Otherwise, no dinner, and you'll be up bright and early tomorrow morning to shower and show up for breakfast. I expect to see a total change in your behavior, Danny. If not, you'll be back for more disciplinary sessions. Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes-sir," Danny softly fired back.
"Good. If you straighten up, this stays between us, you avoid a discipline record, and no further harm than your sore bottom for a while. If not, believe me, young man, this is only a beginning taste of the discipline to be administered to your behind."
"D-don't worry, D-Doug. I'll shape up. Believe me. I'll be good."
"You better, Danny, 'cause the next time will make this seem like a picnic! Got it?"
"YES, SIR."
"Good, young man. Now get yourself in the sack before I come motivate your rearend to get in there."
"Right away, Doug, er, sir," Danny hastened to display his respect by his speech. He shuffled rigidly out of the office, and headed to his bunk. In a matter of minutes he was lying on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow; and shortly after that he was asleep.
In less than three weeks, Doug received another call from Deputy Olsen, wondering what had gotten into Captain Munroe. "What did you do to that kid, Doug? He's like a skittish colt, shaking in his boots. He can't jump to do things, and take care of things, quickly enough. What's the secret?"
"Well, I'm glad to know he's straightened up," Doug replied. "Let's just say I got to the bottom of his problems, and he knows it."