(This story is true, and is the third in a series. All spankings in these stories actually happened as written, whether I was giving the spanking or getting it. I will not write about my own "run of the mill" disciplinary spankings, nor of those that I gave my own children. This particular story takes place in the fall semester of my 8th grade year at the military boarding school my brother and I attended.)
At the end of my 7th grade year, the junior school commandant, Colonel Smith called me into his office.
"Cpl. Parker, I am not going to promote you to an officer when you return this next year. (My heart sank) Instead I am going to make you the top sergeant of the junior school. If you do well, I may promote you then. You have only been at this school since November. Therefore, I can't promote you above cadets who have been here a year or more. Your improvement in all areas does call for a reward Mister. Now do yourself and your mom & dad proud!" His words were with me all summer long.
At the start of the next school year, my uniform's sleeves wore the three stripes, three rockers and middle diamond of the junior school Top Sergeant. It was a real boost to my ego....and did I love it! It also gave me the opportunity to set straight fast some of the screw ups in my own 8th grade class.
One of the most frustrating cadets was a kid from Ohio named Ken Smith. He was the kind of kid you wanted to beat the crap out of. He was 4 inches shorter than me, red hair, slender body with a true bubble butt. Plus his walking gait stuck his butt out even further. On top of that his face always gave you a _s_h_i_t_ eating grin that you wanted to slap right off. Not only that, he was a constant _f_u_c_k_ up. He could or wouldn't do anything right. In our seventh grade year, it drove him nuts that I made Corporal and he didn't.
At the first formation of the new year, the promotions not announced the year before were called out. Pfc. Smith got his two stripes to Corporal. After the formation I called him aside to warn him that he better "straighten out and fly right."
Then he did the most irritating thing that all of us cadets hated from this little _s_h_i_t_.
"Parker, if you don't quit bothering me, I'll have my dad call his brother, Colonel Smith!"
He pulled that _s_h_i_t_ on everyone that he thought was after him last year. He said it just enough that the cadet rumor mill had it as "true gospel"....and the little _s_h_i_t_ got away with it. I knew that at some point I was going to call this kid's bluff, and if he was lying his ass was going to be mine.
Two weeks later we were settling into the routine of modified military life. I dearly loved the power of my position, and the faculty officers complimented me on how I was handling the job. This sense of approval and power caused me to create a situation for Cpl. Smith.
He had been up to his usual tricks of not doing the basics of keeping his room in military shape. Each morning and night his room # and name got at least 1 demerit, if not more. One night, when Colonel Smith was pulling faculty officer of the watch duty, I set up the 14 year old Corporal.
I accompanied the duty floor sergeant for his floor on the lights out inspection. Sure enough, Smith's room was its usual. The floor sergeant gave him 3 demerits. Then Smith made his mistake. He used the bluff of "Uncle Colonel Smith"....and I called it.
"Cpl. Ken Smith. I will save you the expense of calling your father. You and I will immediately report to Colonel Smith and I will personally report your concerns to him in front of you. March to Colonel Smith's office Mister."
During the journey from the second floor to Colonel Smith's first floor office, he tried to back out of his threat. By the time we got to the office, he was begging me not to take him into the office. I knocked on the door and asked permission to enter. It was granted and we both entered.
"What's the problem Top Sergeant?" Colonel Smith was seated behind his desk with a particularly sour look on this face, and I crossed my fingers. I went into great detail about the numerous bluff threats from Cpl. Smith over the course of my cadet life. I ended with the specific details of the last few minutes, so he couldn't accuse me of making it up.
"So what is your question Top Sergeant?"
"Colonel Smith, if Cpl. Smith is releated to you, would you please instruct him to not threaten us with his relationship to you sir." At that Colonel Smith turned his head and asked Cpl. Smith the question everyone wanted to ask.
"Cpl. Ken Smith, how am I related to you?" Smith tried to create a story on the spot that sounded phoney as hell. Colonel Smith then asked me.
"Have you ever heard this explanation Top Sergeant?"
"Not until just now Sir", I answered with a front of hopeful confidence.
"Cpl. Smith you are not only not related to me, I was adopted. I have heard rumors about your threats since last year. The Top Sergeant has been the only one with the guts to call your bluff. I know you are lying, he knows you are lying and you know you are lying." Cadet Smith looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
"Normally Cpl. Smith I would demote you and punish you. Because of the personal nature of your lying, I would paddle you. However, demoting you to Pvt. this early in the year would mean nothing. Also, my paddling you might be to severe because of my anger." He then turned to me with a hot question.
"Since you have had to bear the brunt of his threats Top Sergeant, what is your punishment recommendation?" I about _s_h_i_t_ in my undewear. I quickly thought of what I would like to do....and gambled.
"Sir, if I had created this kind of lie to my Father, I would be paddled long and hard on my bare butt Sir. I don't propose to be that severe Sir, but request permission to spank Cpl. Smith?" I couldn't believe that Colonel Smith actually smiled at my request.
"How do you propose to do that Top Sergeant?"
"Sir, with a paddle over my knee, Sir!"
"I accept your recommendation Top Sergeant. When, where and with what do you propose to carryout this punishment?" I was on a roll, and couldn't believe that I was going to be able to turn the tables on this little _s_h_i_t_.
"Sir, I request permission to use your paddle, spank him in his room and do it tomorrow night when the honor cadets are in their rooms studying Sir." Cadet Smith was turning even more white than usual.
"I will leave the paddle with watch officer tommorrow. Make sure he learns his lesson Top Sergeant. Do the same thing your Father would do to you." I just couldn't believe my luck.
I escorted Cpl. Smith back to his room in complete silence. Once we were back in his room, I sent his roommate out into the hall and closed the door. I ordered him to strip off his pajamas and open his underwear and sock drawer. He did so and stood aside. I went thru his white cotton size 10 boys briefs until I spotted a pair that was older, smaller and thinner than all the rest. A pair of size 8s. I put those into my robe pocket and ordered him to stand at attention in the center of the room. He did so, now almost shaking.
"Smith, tomorrow night I am going to paddle you at 1900 hours. You will be standing just as you are now at that time. I will bring with me the Colonel Smith's paddle and your underpants. If you do not screw up at all tomorrow, I will let you put them on for your paddling. Do we understand eachother Mister?" He gave me the proper reply and I ordered him to prepare for bed. As I left, I sent his roommate back into their room.
The next day I admit was a tough one for me. By this time, between Glenn and Denny, I felt I knew how to really paddle the little _s_h_i_t_. At 1845 hours most of the cadets went to the library for supervised study hall. Honor cadets like me and a few others got to independently study in our rooms. (It was a cherished honor) Cpl. Smith had never gotten that honor. Now his first night was going to be more than he probably dreamed. Promptly at 1900 hours I walked into his room with the paddle.
Smith was standing at attention, naked. Since he hadn't screwed up that day, I handed him his briefs.
"Put these on Smith and place your desk chair in the center of the room. He did both tasks very quickly. I sat down and began my pre-spanking lecture, with Smith standing at attention, wearing only his white cotton briefs. He reminded me of a toothpick, with a band-aid wrapped around it.
"Smith, I am going to paddle you. I am going to enjoy paddling you. The reason that I am going to enjoy paddling you is that you are a _f_u_c_k_ up. Not only are you a _f_u_c_k_ up....you are a lying _f_u_c_k_ up. Do you understand me Mister?"
"Yes Sir."
"Bend over," I loudly ordered. He was beginning to tear up as he layed across my lap. His thin white briefs fit his arched buns like a tight glove, even creasing into his ass crack. As I positioned his body, they crept up slightly on his butt.
I picked up the paddle and tapped his butt. He flinched. Then I raised it up and brought it down with alot of force.
Crack!!! "Oh God no," he screamed.
Crack!!! "Oh please not so hard," as he kicked his legs and moved his hand back to protect his butt. I promptly grabbed his wrist, pinning his arm to his back. I then resumed paddling his squirming and twisting butt.
48 more times that paddle struck his butt. Each time his crying got louder and louder. I stopped and put the paddle down, ordering him to stand up at attention. Of course he disobeyed me and started rubbing his butt.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked him back over my lap. I pulled his briefs down and saw a dark red, well marked butt. I picked up the paddle and gave him six more swats on his bare. Then I ordered him up again. This time he stood at attention, with his briefs around his ankles.
I was able to spank Smith with my hand on his briefs a number of times that year. Many times in full view of other cadets. This action just increased my power with him and other cadets.
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