Tom stood at attention outside his Year Sergeant's door. The door was open and square pool of light to fall on the floor at Tom's feet. The sound of the cane drifted out of the doorway. Crack! Crack! Crack! And then Sergeant Townshend's voice.
"That'll do, Edwards. Go make an example of yourself and send in the next one."
Private Chris Edwards dress marched out of the door and halted in front of Tom. Turning his back he undid his regulation dress trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. His briefs quickly followed and he bent over giving Tom an unparalleled view of his bare arse. Three bright red stripes ran across his butt cheeks. This was one of the Commandant's rules. He called it, "Proof of punishment and prevention of misdemeanour." Tom thought it was stupid as the example was made to those already waiting for a thrashing but then again, no-one in Parker's Private Military School was hard to look at, including Tom himself. All the lads and young men were tall and good-looking and the Commandant insisted all of his students, "maintained a healthy phsyique." He felt his _c_o_c_k_ stir slightly as he gazed at Edwards bare bum.
Edwards stood up and put his clothing in order. "Sergeant Townshend is ready for you now, Private Lewis." Edwards marched off down the corridor, headed for the Senior Year Dormitory. Tom headed into the Sergeant's office. He dress-marched in and came to a stamping halt in front of the Sergeant's desk.
Sergeant Townshend was also easy on the eyes. Twenty-Eight years old, six foot two with blond hair and deep blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist, wearing camouflage pants and boots. Around his waist he wore a thick leather belt. Every muscle in his body was clearly defined. He looked up, weighing two canes speculatively in his hand. "Well, hello there, Lewis. Ready for your taste?"
"Sir, yes, sir," Tom replied, his _c_o_c_k_ stirring again.
"Well, then, let's have a look at you. Drop 'em." Tom quickly undid his trousers and pushed them, along with his regulation white cotton boxer briefs down to his ankles. He bent over, grabbing his ankles. The Sergeant walked round behind Tom and patted his backside. "Well, Lewis, it looks like you've already had a taste. What you get these for?" He patted Tom's arse again, where two stripes from the cane already showed.
"Sir, daydreaming in class, sir!"
"Well, I still think you should have your taste, Lewis. Otherwise the other lads wouldn't think it fair. Do you think it's fair for you to get your taste, Lewis?"
"Sir, yes, sir." The greatest of the unspoken rules. If you're ordered down for a beating, you drop trou and take it like a man. Any arguing or excuses will only result in extra strokes for arguing or insolence or just because the officer felt like it. Year Officers and Tutors both had the right to beat the cadets, using either the cane or leather strap. Senior cadets could also beat the Junior with a thin belt or gym slipper. Tom, at age 21 was now a Senior and for the first time could administer corporal punishment himself. He'd already had a couple of 1st years over his knee for a taste and was looking forward to dishing out some more. This was what he really wanted, however, bending over to receive a _d_a_m_n_ good thrashing. Ever since his first year he had acted up and misbehaved more than the others, just to feel the sweet sting of the cane or belt across his backside. He had no intention of arguing about getting his taste.
At the start of every year, every class was assigned to a new Year Sergeant and in the first week of term, to let them know what would be in store if they stepped out of line, they all received three strokes of the cane.
"Well, Lewis, let's get started." Tom heard the cane swish through the air and then, CRACK! the first stroke whacked into his bare butt. CRACK! The second stroke landed. Tom's _c_o_c_k_ was now fully erect, it's purple head tapping against his stomach. CRACK! the third stroke landed. Tom stayed in position. He felt Townshend's hand grab his dick. "Well, well, well, Lewis. What do we have here?" Tom strained forward, thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ further into Townshend's palm. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?"
"Now, now, Lewis. Everyone else only got three. Let's not be greedy or they'll get jealous." Townshend walked round to Tom's head. As he was still bent over, Tom face's was level with Townshend's crotch. The Sergeant unzipped his flies and pulled out his dick. Semi-hard, he slapped it against Tom's face. "Suck it. Make sure and get it nice and wet. It's going up your arse in a second." Tom took the monster into his mouth, working up a spit. As he did so, he felt Townshend slip off his belt and then, SPLAT! It landed on Tom's arse and back. Townshend continued to abuse Tom's muscled back and bare butt and then quickly pulled out of Tom's mouth. Tom started to straighten up but Townshend grabbed his neck and shoved him back down. "No-one told you you could get up, boy. That's very naught of you. Clear you haven't had a strong enough taste." So saying, he lifted the cane and delivered three more strokes across Tom's butt. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He seemed to be landing them all across the same spot and Tom couldn't hold in a gasp of pain as the third striped burned into his butt. "Getting through to you am I, Lewis?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Do you want me to _f_u_c_k_ you, Lewis?" Townshend punctuated the question with his belt, lighting a fresh fire in Tom's ass cheeks.
"Sir, yes, sir! It would be a privelege to serve you sir!"
"Well, seeing as how you asked so nicely. Reach back, spread your cheeks for me." Tom reached round and pulled his bum cheeks apart, presenting his hole for his superior's pleasure. Townshend wasted no time and thrust into the waiting boycunt. Tom had been _f_u_c_k_ed before, mostly by other lads in his unit, but this was the ultimate thrill. Servicing the superior officer. Townshend continued to pound Tom's ass. As the thrusts grew stronger, he started to pepper Tom's butt with slaps, first with his hand and then starting in on the belt. "That's it, Lewis. Good lad! Oh, God!" And with three final strong thrusts and an equal amount of swats with his belt, he came, pouring his cum into Tom's guts. This was more than Tom could take and he blew his own load, shooting his lad-juice all over the floor.
Would anyone like to hear more about Private Lewis's year? Comments and suggestions welcome.