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Picture Name: Unofficial Army
Guy Forbes was out for the night and he was very miserable. His girlfriend had stood him up and left him in the lurch. To make matters worse, she had rubbed salt into the wounds by turning up in the pub he had planned to meet her with what was now his replacement. On top of that, his car had handed its cards in. The garage had told him that the cost of getting it in a fit state to pass its MOT would be more than he could get for it, even after the work had been done and that it would pay him to forget it. He had driven home via the scrap yard where he got a fraction of its value for cannibalised spare parts which the scrap yard would pull in.
Now he was without the car, which, although not beautiful and far from young, had been his and had moved him safely around ever since he got his driving licence. He was a university student and could not afford anything better. Just now, he was starting his Easter Vacation. Much of the time would be spent in work, for his final exams would be coming up during the next term.
He sat in the bar feeling gloomy. He had a small rucksack at his feet. In it was his gym kit. He had called in a local gym on his way. It was owned by the father of an old school friend and he was admitted free if he went outside peak hours. His friend was not yet back from his university and so Guy had simply indulged in a work out.
As he sat, another lone figure came and sat next to him. It was surprisingly a soldier in uniform. It was surprising because, although there were army barracks and training grounds near at hand, it was rare that any came out in uniform. Guy glanced at him and his new companion said, "_f_u_c_k_ing women! They 're a bloody pain!"
Guy said, "I agree. Mine's just dropped me and she's even come here with the sod she's going with now."
"Mine's as bad. Said she'd meet me here. Didn't turn up. I rang her house and her sister said she's gone out with Fred, whoever he is and that she's going steady with him. She couldn't even tell me she'd dropped me."
Guy said, "Looks like we're in the same boat. I'm Guy Forbes."
A hand was held out and his companion said, "Pleased to meet you, Guy. I'm Wayne Purvis."
Guy said, "Pleased to meet you. I take it that you're in the army?"
"Only till tomorrow morning. I'm getting out. I've had enough of the _f_u_c_k_ing business. They shove you round from morning till evening. What do you do?"
"I'm a student."
Wayne said, "_f_u_c_k_ that for a lark. You spend years _f_u_c_k_ing broke, don't you?"
Guy said, "I suppose so. Things are tight. It's been three years since I left school and, if I do well enough it'll be more before I'm earning well."
"What are you doing?"
"Law, and I'm hoping to be a barrister. It'll be OK in the end but it's a long haul to then. I can still manage, though, and my parents help. Look, my glass is empty. What are you drinking?"
"Forget it. I'll get them. I can afford it. What are you drinking?"
"Bitter, please. Keep it to a half, though, please."
Thus re-equipped, they settled down to talk. They covered a little of both their recent lives, their shared failures in love, Wayne's previous success in getting his leg over with several girls he had met in the army and a range of other topics finishing with Guy's loss of his car.
Wayne said, "You say that you're looking for a car?"
"Half looking. I doubt if I can raise the cash to get anything I could rely on."
"We could do each other a good turn. I've got one I want to get rid of. I've got two and I can only drive one of them home. It's old but in fair condition. My mate in REME had it and he's spot on with cars and car engines. Why don't you come and have a look at it?"
They finished their drinks and stood up. Guy slipped his bag onto his back and they went out. Wayne led the way to a surprisingly new car. He unlocked it and Guy inspected it.
"I could never afford what this will cost."
"It's yours for four hundred and fifty quid."
Guy could go that far and, if the engine was as good as the rest of the car he knew it would be a bargain. He had seen similar cars on garage forecourts with asking prices of ten times this asking price.
Wayne said, "I know it's cheap, but it'll be better than having to come back up here to sell it or come up by train to drive it back down. I won't get all that much more for it if I try to sell it to a garage."
Guy said, "I might just be able to get that much."
"Look, try a test drive."
He threw the keys to Guy and got in on the passenger side. Guy got into the other side, closed the door and put the key into the ignition. He started the engine and pressed the clutch. The car moved easily forward. He drove out of the car park and along the road. Half a mile later, he was able to move out of the town and onto a derestricted road. He put his foot down and soon noticed headlights remaining steadily behind him. He checked his speed. He had just reached sixty. In case it was a police car, he carefully maintained that speed.
After about a mile they reached a roundabout. Guy signalled and went round it. He was impressed by the car and after half a mile, pulled into a lay-by to discuss terms and possibly clinch the deal.
Suddenly, his door opened and a hand came in and took the ignition key. Simultaneously, the passenger door opened. On Guy's side, a man in army uniform said, "Out you come, sonny Jim. This car's not yours."
Guy said, "I know. It's Wayne's"
"You can explain it all later but don't try that one. It's not his either. He stole it from barracks less than a couple of hours ago."
Guy replied, I don't see how he could have done. He's got the key."
"It went from a guy's locker. That's how he's got the key. Now, get moving."
Guy found himself bundled out of the car.
He said, "Hang on. My bag's in there."
There was a pause while he collected his rucksack and slipped it over his back. Then he was taken and pushed into the back of a large van. Instead, his wrist was handcuffed to a ring on the side of the van. Wayne was soon on the other side. Two soldiers sat with them and the van was closed. Soon it was on its way.
At the end of the journey, Guy found himself led into an interview room and was told to sit at a table.
Opposite him sat a military policeman. Another two stood in the room.
"Name?"
"Guy Forbes."
"Can you prove it?"
"Yes, I've got my driving licence and my student card." He took out his wallet and offered the evidence.
"What are you studying?"
"Law? Look, what's going on?"
"You were driving a stolen car. You were driving without insurance. Probably you were driving whilst over the alcohol limit. That's enough for starters. Now, what's your story?"
"I met Wayne in the pub. We got talking and he told me that he's leaving the army tomorrow and that he's got two cars so he wanted to offload one of them."
"How much was he asking for it?"
"Four hundred and fifty."
"That was a bargain price wasn't it?"
"I'll say!"
"Enough of a bargain price for any reasonable man to be asking if there was something fishy about the deal?"
Guy replied, "I suppose so."
"And, even if it was above board, it didn't occur to you to check whether his insurance covered you driving did it?"
"No."
"And when was the last time that you saw a soldier in uniform in that pub at night?"
"Actually, I did wonder why he was."
"But you didn't ask?"
"No."
"So, even if we believe your story, you had enough evidence for a law student to be suspicious?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, you could be lucky. We don't want to go to the civil police. You can work out what will happen if we do, can't you?"
Guy replied, "Yes. Especially if it's one sergeant on duty. He's got it in for me. He's had three goes to get me already but they've fallen through in court and he had egg on his face. He'd really get me this time. If you're telling the truth, I was driving a stolen car."
"We are, and ignorance is no defence. You should have checked the insurance."
"I know. What's going to happen?"
"Look, something's got to be done about it. Do you accept that?"
"Yes. It's obvious."
"Can you keep this under your hat?"
"Yes."
"In the army, we usually play things by the book, but there are times when we prefer to do things unofficially. This is one of those times and you've got caught up in it. We've had enough of that prat. He's out of our hair tomorrow but he was confined to barracks tonight. That's why he was in uniform. The uniform was supposed to encourage him not to go out. He nicked that car for a last night out and then tried to sell it to you. We don't want him around any longer than we have to. We've got to be fair to you. If you take an unofficial punishment, as far as you and we are concerned, the whole thing is over. You were a bloody fool and you'll have been punished."
Guy said, "If this goes to court, there's a fair chance something serious will stick. I can see that. Of course I'll take an unofficial way out if that clears it. That's obvious, whatever it is. What is it?"
"A good thrashing, a _d_a_m_n_ed sight more serious than a school caning."
"That's fair. I'm older than a school kid and this is more serious than school offences. If it's official, my chances of going into law at any level are nil."
"What have you got in that bag?"
Guy replied, "Gym kit. I went for a work out on my way to the pub."
"Good. Change into that. You can stay decent that way. You can get ready now."
His interrogator went out with one of the others.
Guy stood up and opened his bag.
The remaining Military Policeman said, "I don't envy you, mate."
Guy replied, "I can assure you that I'm not looking forward to it but I haven't got much choice, have I?"
"That's true. I'll tell you this, though. You'll probably take it better than the fellow you're with. You accept that you're for some punishment and that it's fair. That helps you to take it well. That other fellow will be screaming to high heaven before we've finished. He could be before we start if he sticks to form. Believe me, a school caning is a pleasure trip compared to the whacking you're going to be getting."
Guy took his shoes and socks off. The army prided itself on its appearance. He would play them at that game. He slipped his trousers and pants off, put on his jockstrap and white shorts. The he slipped into clean white socks and put his trainers on. A white tee-shirt completed the ensemble. He was as ready as he was ever likely to be. Now all he could do was sit down and wait.
After about fifteen minutes, his original interrogator returned.
"Ready?"
Guy replied, "Yes. I'd prefer to get it over."
He was taken along a corridor and sent into a toilet. "Get your bowels and bladder as empty as you can."
Guy relieved himself and went back. He was led into another room. It was almost square with no window and white walls. By the wall stood Wayne, handcuffs holding his arms behind his back and two MPs ensuring that he tried no tricks.
In the centre of a room was a narrow table. On it, from one end until almost the middle was an almost flat, leather covered block, about six inches high. Guy was led forward. His arms were pulled forward and his wrists secured by straps at the head end. His legs were held apart by the other end of the table and his ankles were secured to straps on the rear legs of the table.
Guy was unable to move. He knew that his backside was presenting a large target, made larger by the spreading of his legs as they were held open by the table.
His main interrogator said, "You are guilty of driving without insurance and driving a stolen car. We will leave on one side the question of drink driving. We take into account the fact that you were stupid rather than deliberately criminal but a punishment is still due. You will receive six strokes."
Guy glanced round. One of the soldiers was taking station. In his hand was not a cane. It was a flexible, heavy riding crop. Guy turned his head again, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and forced his jaws together.
Swissh Craacckk!
The sound of the weapon cutting through the air ran seamlessly into its cutting into Guy's waiting seat. There was an absolutely devastating surge of pain from the line of its contact. Guy could think of nothing other than the anguish emanating from his backside. Every muscle in his body went taut. He forced himself to breathe out and then breathe in again. He struggled to relax and then waited for the second blow.
Swissh Craacckk!
Exactly the same sound produced an almost identical effect. Guy could think of nothing other than trying to escape from that dreadful weapon but he knew that there was no escape. He was at their mercy and under their control.
Once again, he went through the motions to try to relax and prepare for the next. Once again, he was given a fair opportunity to recover from that blow before the next overwhelming surge of pain engulfed and enveloped him. Once again, he forced his jaws together to prevent the scream which was forming in his throat. Once again, he went through the routine of trying to force himself to relax. By now he knew that his backside was badly bruised and that subsequent blows would almost certainly be cutting at least partly over bruised areas. At least he knew that he was half way though.
Swissh Craacckk!
The fourth cut was driven into his taut buttocks and his expectation was fulfilled. It did indeed strike on sensitive flesh. Again, he braced himself and the agonising fifth stroke fell. Unless he had miscounted, there was only one to go and he had not disgraced himself so far. For the final time, he tried to relax, breathe and clamp his jaws closed.
Swissh Craacckk!
Another monumental blow fell. That soldier knew how to operate that riding crop.
Guy relaxed again. This time, two soldiers began to release him and his "executioner" said, "Bloody well done, lad."
He was helped to his feet. Standing, he put two exploring hands around to his seat and very gently felt the damage. He could feel high ridges where that riding crop had fallen. Very tenderly, he massaged the damage.
He turned to his former attacker and said, "You did that well, but it was fair and it's better than losing everything."
The soldier slipped his riding crop under his arm, held out his hand and said, "Put it there."
Guy took his hand and they shook.
One of the men with Wayne now spoke.
"You've seen how your partner in crime took it. You're getting it unofficially as well. It's for your sake and ours. For your sake because, if it's official, with your record, you won't be leaving the army tomorrow. You 'll be on a charge and court martialled. You'd be lucky if you get away with less than twelve months detention. It's better for us because it gets you punished and out of our hair, and the army doesn't get the publicity of your behaviour. You were given the choice of agreeing and having it voluntarily. You refused. You're still getting it this way. You've seen what it's like. If we have to get you undressed for it, you'll get extra. Can you take that?"
"I _f_u_c_k_ing can't."
"It's up to you. Strip down to your underpants. If we have to strip you, it' ll be naked and more whacks as well."
Reluctantly, Wayne began to undress. Eventually Guy was able to see him lying across that table and secured in the position that Guy himself had occupied.
It was to be a fresh executioner and Guy watched as he experimentally swished the crop through the air several times.
Another stood at his head.
"Private Purvis, you are guilty of taking a car from the car park of the barracks without the owner's knowledge or permission. Further, you endeavoured to sell that car, thereby being guilty of endeavouring to obtain money by false pretences. Further, you have been absent without leave, in that you were required in barracks and went out without permission. The army will be well rid of you tomorrow morning and, so that that departure is not delayed, you will be punished now. You will receiving twenty five strokes and then we will assess how many more it ought it be."
Wayne cried out, "Christ! No! Not that many! It'll kill me."
"It's probably a matter of regret that it won't. The world would be a better place without you. Now let's see if you can take it as well as your colleague in crime."
Guy watched the crop taken right back and the man's body twist to get extra power into the punishing movement. Suddenly it happened. Guy saw his body unwind an a well co-ordinated series of movements, culminating in enormous power driving the riding crop into Wayne's backside, shielded by his Y-Fronts.
Swissh Craacckk!
It was very like the first blow which had struck Guy but this was to have a very different effect.
Aaarrghhh!
An awful shriek emanated from the lips of the suffering soldier.
One of the MPs said, "Shut up, man! You're a disgrace to the human race, let alone your uniform."
Just as had happened with Guy, there was a pause to allow him to relax and prepare. It was used for pleading. "No more, please."
The pleading was to no avail.
Swissh Craacckk!
The second blow fell.
Aaarrghhh!
Once again there was the anguished cry.
The cane had not been used in Guy's school and his parents had not used corporal punishment. It was a new experience for Guy. Before it had happened, he had felt himself acquiring an erection but the thrashing had been so powerful that all thought of it had been driven from his mind. It was now returning and, as he massaged his own seat and watched the crop crashing into Wayne, he felt an increasing excitement inside his jockstrap. Indeed, the level of excitement was such that he was relieved that his jockstrap was supporting it. Without that, his prick would have moved from dangling and flabby, to throbbing and sticking well out and appallingly conspicuous.
Swissh Craacckk!
The third blow fell.
Aaarrghhh!
Once again there was the anguished cry and Guy looked round the other soldiers. One was struggling to adjust himself without drawing attention to himself.
The punishment continued. Six, nine, twelve.
The man who had sentenced Wayne spoke to Guy.
"Would you feel it was unfair if we let him off the rest?"
Guy replied, "I hardly know him. What happened to me was my own fault and it was better than fair. It could have been disastrous if it had been official. From what it sounds like, he's just got to be punished. He's not getting out of anything apart from a different punishment. It doesn't sound as though he 's got much of a career. How much he gets is between you and him. It doesn't worry me."
"Let him go, then. He's not worth spending any more effort on."
Wayne said, "I'll get you for this."
"You won't. Guy doesn't want it to come out. He's going to deny that anything happened to him or even that he's been here. We'll all deny it. You 've been AWOL and that's going to come out as well as all the rest if you breathe a word. You'll get the official works as well, and have everybody laughing at you for getting yourself whacked like that for kicks. Just to remind you that we're in charge, though, you'll get the other twelve now."
"No! Please! No more! I won't say a word to anybody."
"Too late."
The crop crashed into his seat again.
Guy's interrogator said, "OK, lad. Come with me."
They returned to the interview room.
"I'll run you back home if you like, lad. We've got your trouble out of the way."
"Thanks. Shall I change?"
"Please yourself. I'd offer you a bath to soak your arse in but we've only got showers and that's not the same. If you're OK going into your home like that, you'll be in the bath quicker."
"OK, thanks."
Half an hour later, Guy had inspected his weals and was lowering them gently into the soothing action of hot water.
He knew that he had had a close shave and was grateful that the army had gone unofficial. He knew, too, that he would be more careful in encounters with strangers in future.