Chapter one
I remember the summer of my eighth year, it was the year I could go to the big boy's pool and swim. I no longer had to go swim with all the little kids, and with all the stories of fun my older brothers told me about at the other pool I couldn't wait.
We no longer lived on base, my father was injured and discharged from the military, but my mother still worked for the government and the men my dad served with took it upon themselves to help look after me and my brothers. The base commander allowed us access to the recreational facilities and such, and may God have mercy on us if we got into trouble. After the base commander spanked us we were sent home, and even though my dad was injured he could still swing a mean belt. The base commander and my dad were close friends that's why we were not just sent home like other 'off base' kids who got into trouble.
I remember my brothers warning me about the rules at the pool, and that Sargent Campbell was in charge, and boy could he spank. Sargent Campbell was a big man, but then again at eight years old all men were big to me but this guy was bigger then most men I had known. I remember him slapping the seat of my jeans once when he heard me sass my mom one time, and asked me if I wanted to repeat myself. Needless to say I didn't.
The day finally came when my mother took us to the pool and dropped us off, her last words to my eldest brother, who was thirteen, was to watch out for me. We went inside, our swimsuits were rolled up in our towels, and we had to check in and get a locker basket to put our clothes in. My brothers got their baskets first, signed in and went to 'Shower Room B' to change. The pool area had three shower rooms, they were A, B, C, each could hold up to twenty boys, there were other pools for girls. You weren't aloud to swim coed until you were fourteen, then you went to the NCO pool, where you could swim with the adults. But until then the base commander had the pools divined by _s_e_x_ and age, they were spread all over the base and when a pool had eighty kids signed up for the summer season then no more were aloud at that pool. If a pool was full then the kid might have to go to a different pool to swim, and that was more than likely further from his home.
I walked up to the counter to signed in when I heard my friend. "Well hi there _d_i_c_k_ie!" This was Private Andersen, he used to come by the little boy's pool and wrestle with us, I liked him a lot, and besides we had fun together. He was a young guy, only nineteen; he was wearing a bright red Marine Corps tee shirt like all the other lifeguards. But he wasn't as big as the other Marines that worked at the pool; they all had the red tee shirts and green baggy shorts on.
"Hi Jim!" I was excited to see him again.
"_d_i_c_k_IE!" The shout came from the room behind me, it was Sargent Campbell, the big man walked up to the counter. "What did you call this Private?"
I was scared, I could tell I was in trouble, with a quick look around I could see the other boys in line beginning to back away from me, I suppose it was to get out of the line of fire. My dad didn't approve of children calling adults by their first name, and Sargent Campbell was just like my dad. "I called him Jim sir." I looked down, when Sargent Campbell was mad he always had a mean look on his face, and that would scare me almost as much as a threat of a spanking would.
"This is Private Andersen!" He shouted. "You know better than to call any adult by their first name!" He leaned over so our faces met. "Don't you?"
"Yes sir." I was whispering, I was so afraid he might spank me right here, I couldn't even look him in the eye. "I'm sorry sir." I looked over at Jim. "I'm sorry Private Andersen."
Jim nodded his head in acceptance to my apology, and then I felt a hand on my head. Sargent Campbell turned me to face him. "Do you know my rules? And what happens when you break them?"
"Yes sir." Now I'm beginning to shake.
He then ruffled my short hair, and that mean look had changed into a big smile "Then I suggest you change into your swimming suit and start having some fun." Talk about dodging a bullet!
Boy did I feel relieved now. "Ok! I'll be good. I promise!" With that Sargent Campbell turned and walked back into his office, I turned to finish signing in.
Jim was leaning over the counter with an empty basket waiting for me to finish signing my name, he leaned in real close so no one else could hear. "So you're eight now. Huh?" He whispered. "I guess I owe you some 'birthday spankings'. Don't I?"
I looked around real quick and stood on my toes to reach his ear. "You mean like last year?"
He nodded his head. "Just like last year." He had a sly look in his eyes.
I knew what this meant, and I liked our little nasty secret. "Ok. But it'll cost you two candy bars this time."
He gave me a knowing smile. "You're on buddy." He gave me his hand to shake, and we shook on it. I picked up my basket and went into the shower room to change with my brothers.
You see last year Jim wanted to give me my 'birthday spankings', but my birthday was in the winter, so he offered me a candy bar to let him spank me right then. When we were alone in a back office of the building, he made his deal; he would give me the candy bar if he could give me all my 'birthday spankings' now. That is to say my first birthday and then my second and then my third and so on until my seventh, and on my bare butt. It didn't dawn on me until later that it worked out to be 28 spanks, I said sure and took the candy bar. He picked me up and took my swimsuit off, exposing my baby-sized bottom; I played a lot in the sun so I know I had a dark tan line. He rubbed my bottom for a while always shifting his weight back and fourth, and then the spanks began. They didn't really hurt at first, but by my 15th spank I was beginning to whine a little. He stopped and rubbed my bottom a little and waited until I was ready for my 6th 'birthday spanking', when I was ready I got my 6th and then he stopped to rub and wait again. After my last spanking he told me he had to give me 'one to grow on' for each set of 'birthday spankings' I got, I didn't think I could take seven more my butt felt real hot. So he gave me a choice; to take the 'ones to grow on', or something else. When I asked what the 'something else' was, he said he wasn't going to say, he said that I had to trust him that it wouldn't hurt and that I couldn't tell anybody else about this. Hey a secret! All little boy's loved secrets. I said ok. He then picked me up and carried me over to a big leather sofa against the wall. He laid me across the sofa's over stuffed arm, my face was down in the seat and my legs were over the arm with my throbbing red bottom up in the air. Jim then picked up my towel, that I had thrown on the floor when we came in, and put it over my head so I couldn't see. I felt him spread my legs apart, and then I felt it. I felt his huge prick press against my sore little bottom, this was a game my cousin Billy taught me out on his farm, but Billy's _d_i_c_k_ was no where near as big as this guy's. I began to get up to see how big it was and Jim pushed me back down, he said if I peaked I would get my seven 'to grow on' spanks, so I laid back down. It felt nice sliding back and fourth, I could feel his hair rub against my bottom. As he would push forward I would push back; I used to love humping. He had his _d_i_c_k_ sliding right down the center of my crack and I would squeeze my cheeks around it. I was wondering if he was going to shoot that sticky stuff on my butt, like I saw an older boy do to my cousin, I didn't have to wait long to find out. Soon he was shaking and squirting all over my butt, I could feel it running down my cheeks and legs. Then he did the one thing I love the most, I felt his tough licking up my legs to my butt, he would lick up then go back down. When he made it to my bottom he began to tickle my hole with his tough, but then he did something Billy never did, he put his tough in my hole. I've had Billy's little _d_i_c_k_ in there and his finger, but this was amazing, he wiggled the thing around in there. I was bouncing my head up and down, gripping the sofa edges; I could not believe this feeling. He lifted his head and spanked me hard then went back to work on my hole. Within a couple of minutes I had my first orgasm. After that, we played our little game once a week for a candy bar.
The shower room was just that, it wasn't a locker room, it had showers that lined the walls and benches that were in front of the showers. The room was divided by ages again and as you entered the room, you would start off with the nine year olds then ten's the eleven's, and the on the other side were more eleven's then twelve's and finally thirteen's, the thirteen's were the oldest and the ones in charge. On the far side was a bench that faced a blank wall with a sign over the bench that read 'NEWBEES', my brothers told me before that if I saw the sign 'NEWBEE' then that was where I was suppose to go. I walked down the center of the room to the bench, there were all kinds of boys here some naked some in swimming suits and some just getting undressed. They were all yelling and laughing at each other some of the older boys were spanking a couple of smaller ones, my eldest brother was spanking a little red hair kid telling him he was in the wrong place that he should be with the NEWBEES. As I approached the NEWBEE bench I could hear the kid crying that he was sorry, there were two other boys at the bench with their backs turned, changing their clothes, I sat at the end of the bench so excited to be there with the big boys now.
"Hi!"
I looked to the boy next to me, he had blond hair and a really round face, he still had his pants on.
"I'm Nate." "I'm _d_i_c_k_ie." I tipped my head to him.
The boy next to Nate was watching the spanking show that was going on. "Boy they sure are spanking him hard!" He had brown hair like me but he had sort of a big nose.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Ron, my big brother, was still spanking the kid. "Yeah that's my big brother, he likes to spank hard." I turned back around and began to take my shoes off.
The brown hair boy turned to look at me. "I let your big brother spank you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right! Let me see you try and stop him!"
Nate pointed over his shoulder to the 12-year-old bench. "That's my brother over there." I looked over to where he was pointing. "Sometimes him and his friends take turns doing me."
I had my shoes and socks off, and began to pull my tee shirt over my head. I looked back at Nate. "Bare?"
Nate had put his tee shirt in his basket and turned so I could see his face as he looked at me with a big smile. "Is there any other way?" We both laughed.
I stood up and tossed my shirt, shoes and socks into my basket, and then I began to relive myself of my pants. I pulled my pants and shorts all the way off and rolled them up and put them in the basket too. By this time the red hair kid came to our bench and sat down, tears were rolling down his cheek, he wasn't crying but you could tell that my brother's spanking came close to making him cry.
He had his head hung down. "Why do they have to be so mean?" He was looking for sympathy from us, it didn't work.
I turned to look at the pouting boy, as I turned I caught Nate looking at my butt, he looked up at me and we just smiled at each other. Nate stood up and turned around with his back to me, he pulled his pants and shorts down, bending over to take them off, his butt was right in line with my stiff little member.
"Why did he have'ta spank that hard for?" The boy was still looking for a shoulder to cry on.
Nate stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. "Will you stop whining! At least your initiation is over, the three of us still have'ta do ours!" With Nate standing up so straight it cause his back to curve in and his butt shoot right out.
Then the thought hit me. 'That's what Billy meant by bubble butt!' I remembered how my cousin described my own bottom, looking down at Nate's I could see what he meant now. He wasn't clenching his cheeks so they were so round, it looked like one cheek could fill my small hand. I wanted to grab his bottom so bad, and play the nasty games Billy taught me, but I didn't dare with all the other guys around.
The little brown hair boy stood up and looked at Nate and me in shocked disbelief. "What do you mean initiation?"
I took my eyes off Nate's butt and looked over his shoulder at the boy, whom I'm beginning to think of as a wuzzy momma's boy. "He means we have'ta be spanked by the older boy's butt naked."
Nate looked over his shoulder at me and then back at the momma's boy. "Yeah! So you better get your clothes off quick before it starts!"
The little wuz's eyes bugged out and stood his ground. "I'm not taking my clothes off for them! Just so they can spank me!"
I was looking back at Nate's baby buns again, and without looking up I told him. "Fine! If they have'ta take your clothes off, they're gonna throw 'em into the pool and we all get to spank you." I looked back up to see if he believed me. But it was too late, while we were arguing the three of us didn't notice that the other boys were getting organized for the initiation. I heard the chanting beginning, all the boys were singing to the tune of ' The Flight of the Valkyries' SPANK THE NEWBEES! SPANK THE NEWBEES! (For those of you, who don't know, that was the tune in the movie Apocalypse Now as the Air Calvary attacked the beach.)
Two boys grabbed Nate and me from behind; they had our arms pulled back and began to shove us toward the older boys for our spanking. We pushed back trying to get away, laughing and yelling 'NO', while all the other boys were yelling 'YES'. I could feel a little pecker push up into my butt cheeks, not in my hole but in my cheeks, as I pushed back to get away. I looked over to Nate, he had tried to push back with his waist, with the boy behind him holding Nate's arms and with Nate bent over, it looked like Nate was getting _f_u_c_k_ed. Everybody was yelling and cheering as we were brought forward for our spanks. I knew it was going to hurt, but it was all in fun, I think Nate did too. We were pushing back and trying to escape because that was part of the game.
Then it happened!
The most blood curtailing high pitched unbelievable scream that I have ever heard. It was like in the movie 'Psycho', when Bates opens the shower curtain to stab the girl in the shower. That's the scream! The scream that could break glass! The scream that could peal paint off a car! The scream that came from that little wuzzy momma's boy with the big nose. Everybody stopped. The ones closest to him ran covering their heads, afraid that something was falling down on top of them, the boys holding us jerked Nate and I away from it. The little wuzzy momma's boy stood there in the middle of the shower room, with his eyes bugged out like marbles ready to pop out of his head, screaming like a banshee. Nate and I slowly turned our heads and looked at each other, and busted out laughing. The boys holding us busted out laughing. All the boys busted out laughing. The door busted out and in came Sargent Campbell, like _c_o_c_k_roaches in a lit room all the boys scurried to the benches, including the ones holding Nate and I. We fell to the ground rolled over and ran back to the NEWBEE bench, we grabbed our swimsuits and put them on in less than 2 seconds flat.
The man was huge, he had on the red Marine Corps tee shirt but unlike Jim's shirt, the Sargent's shirt looked like it was painted on him. His muscles filled the shirt completely and was tucked inside his green shorts. The man was the poster child for the Marine Corp; he was a Gunnery Sargent in every way, from his mass of muscles to his flat top hair cut.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!" Sargent Campbell bellowed out. All the boys were standing by their respective benches at attention. I nudged Nate and we did the same, the red hair kid did the same as well. Sargent Campbell walked behind the benches to the showers, opening the curtains looking inside, all the while still yelling at us. "EVERY GOD _d_a_m_n_ YEAR! IT'S THE SAME THING!" He continued to open shower curtains as if looking for something. "I HAVE TO START THE SUMMER WITH A _s_h_i_t_ LOAD OF SPANKINGS!" He walked to the other side of the room and began looking inside the showers on that side. "YOU MILITARY BRATS JUST CAN'T FOLLOW THE RULES CAN YOU!" By this time he had finished looking in all the showers. I could tell by all the strange looks from the other boys that no one knew what the Sargent was looking for. And all this time the little wuzzy momma's boy was standing in the middle of the room crying, and with his pant still on.
Sargent Campbell walked around to face my eldest brother. "Where the hell is she!?" All the boys looked at each other; none of us knew what he was talking about.
I could tell my brother was confused too. "She?" Ron looked at the Sargent not knowing what answer to give the man.
Sargent Campbell's face was bright red. "YES! SHE! I HEARD HER ALL THE WAY IN MY OFFICE! WHAT ARE YOU BOYS TRYING TO HAVE? A GANG BANG! WHERE IS SHE!" Then we knew, he meant the scream of the wuzzy boy. All across the room snickers could be heard, boys trying not to laugh and doing a poor job of it. The Sargent looked around at all the snickering boys and then back at Ron.
Ron was also trying not to laugh, and doing just as poor a job of it as the rest of us. The Sargent looked at him and Ron would look at the wuz in the middle of the room, Sargent Campbell followed Ron's eyes to the boy in the center of the room. The Sargent looked back at Ron confused. "You're kidding!" Ron just shook his head real fast, his face was turning red and his cheeks were puffing out trying his best no to laugh in the Sargent's face.
Sargent Campbell turned and walked to the wuzzy boy. "Was that you screaming son?" He asked in a calm and very mellow voice.
Wuzzy boy nodded his head. "Th-they w-w-were trying t-t-to t-take my p-p-pants off and sp-sp-sp-sp...."
"Spank you?" All the while the boy was stuttering the Sargent's head was moving up and down with each stutter.
Wuzzy boy nodded his head again. "Y-y-yes s-s-s..."
"Sir?" We could tell that the Sargent was getting a little upset by this stuttering he was now moving his hands with each stutter.
Wuzzy boy nodded his head again.
"CHRIST KID!" The Sargent threw his hands up in the air. "THE LAST TIME I HEARD A SCREAM LIKE THAT, WAS WHEN MY WIFE SAW ME NAKED THE FIRST TIME!"
Boom! That did it we all busted out laughing at that vision.
Sargent Campbell held up his hand to stop the laughing. "Keep it down guys." He then looked back at Wuzzy boy. "Why don't you get your things and meet me in my office." The Sargent turned and looked at my other brother. "Keith, would you please take this gentleman to my office and give him a chair. Then would you please bring me 'The Bulldog's Pride' back with you."
There were groans and moans from all over the room. I didn't know what 'The Bulldog's Pride' was, I asked Nate and the other Newbee and they didn't know either. The Sargent heard us. "The Bulldog's Pride is a paddle and everybody here will get one 'Pride' for breaking my rules." A 'Pride' was a spank; Sargent Campbell turned and pointed at my eldest brother. "Mr. Ron Peters! What rule did you military brats break?"
Ron lowered his head in shame (that was the routine). "Keep all rough-housing noise down to a mild roar. Sir!"
"Was that a mild roar I heard in my office coming from 'Shower Room B'?"
"No Sargent."
Sargent Campbell looked around the room again. "The initiations will be held tomorrow and not today!" Again groans and moans from all the boys who couldn't see us newbees get spanked. "If I hear one more groan, you'll all get two 'Prides' is that clear?" The Sargent yelled.
Almost like in a barracks, every boy yelled out in unison. "YES SIR!" It was sort of a wimpy yell, but what do you expect we were kids after all.
"But tomorrow everybody here will get to give three spanks each to the newbees' bare backsides." Now everybody was happy, except us newbees. "And if a newbee should become sick or get kidnapped by a UFO and not be here tomorrow then we will just have to wait until that newbee comes back."
My brother Keith returned with the paddle, it looked like a Ping-Pong paddle only it was a little bigger and it was made of black leather. Sargent Campbell brought it over to us newbees to have a look, at the weapon of choice, here at the pool. On the paddle was a cartoon picture of a puppy bulldog, he was on all fours with his head down on his front paws and his tail up in the air. The puppy's tail had the fur and tail pulled back off the dog, and had an exposed bare bottom that was a little red and had lighting bolts coming from the up turned butt. The puppy had a cigar in his mouth biting on it and a real mean look on his face, like he was tough and could take it.
"Take a good look at this gentlemen, especially you _d_i_c_k_ie." I looked up at the man, I didn't know why I had to look especially. "If I know you son, you're just like your brothers, and you'll be seeing a lot of pride here." Everybody laughed at me, I had to laugh too. He then turned to face the other boys in the room. "EVERYBODY! assUME THE POSITION!"
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE