When I was in the service, I lived in a barracks in a two man room with my room mate, Randy. He was about the same age as me but we didn't have a lot of similar interests and didn't always hang around together. He was a real religious and conservative Christian and he belonged to a lot of bible study groups and similar things; I went to bars and had a lot to drink. Despite our differences, I had a lot of respect for Randy and would listen to him because he seemed mature and had good judgment. He also was pretty good looking, sort of tall, thin, with blonde hair and wire rimmed classes. We had a lot of talks as we laid in our bunkbeds at night, about our backgrounds and what we wanted to do and what we should do. Our backgrounds were really different, I came from a background where I could do almost anything I wanted and get away with it; Randy came from a conservative background where if he disobeyed his parents, he would quickly get a hard spanking with the belt. Sometimes, Randy would tell me he thought I was spoiled and hadn't learned any discipline. He told me if I was his son, I would have had a number of meetings with his belt but would be better off for it. I would always laugh when he told me this.

Little by little, I realized that Randy had a lot of sense and was doing a lot better than I was. Finally, one night I told him I wish that I had a dad like him. To my surprise, instead of just laughing, Randy told me that it could be arranged. I asked him what he meant. Randy said that if I was willing, he would be like a stepfather or godfather to me, he would be the father and I would be the son. He would be happy to put me on the striaght and narrow, he said. The only catch would be that I would have to do everything he said and take the consequences if I didn't. Since I thought I needed some direction and discipline, I agreed, maybe a little too quickly. Randy then told me that if I ever disobeyed him, he would have to discipline me. I thought he was trying to frighten me so I didn't think much about it.

The next night, I went out to the bars, as usual, and when I came home, I found Randy sitting in a chair reading his bible, waiting for me to come home. As soon as I came in the room, Randy told me that I wasn't permitted to drink and that I should have understood that. I told him that he hadn't said anything. Randy stood up and said, "You're going to have to learn right now not to talk back." As I stood there, Randy unbuckled his belt from his cords and slipped it out of the loops, doubling it up. He reminded me that I had agreed to do everything he said and he didn't want to tell me again. Randy told me to come over and lay face down over the bottom of the bunk bed. I did what he said, kneeling on the floor and bending over the edge of Randy's bed, waiting anxiously for the whacks. Randy took his doubled up belt and gave me six hard swats on the seat of my cords. It stung but didn't kill me. Then Randy told me to get up.

"The proverbs say spare the rod and spoil the child" Randy said. "From now on, you're going to get a spanking with this belt if you don't do what you're told right away, do you understand?" I told him I understood. My butt had stung but it went away quickly. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, it wasn't even that embarrasing.

Two nights later, I went out again and had some beers. When I came back to the room, Randy was waiting again. This time, his belt was already off and laying doubled on the desk near where he was sitting. When I came in, Randy stood up and asked me if I had been drinking. I said "yes". Randy picked up the belt and asked me if I knew what was going to happen. I said I wasn't sure. Randy held the belt out to me and said, "You're going to get another spanking with this belt for drinking after I told you not to. Now lay down on the bed." I went over and laid face down on the bed and Randy came over and gave me six hard swats with his doubled up belt. It was not a light belt. It was a brown leather belt, maybe two inches wide and pretty thick. After he gave me six swats, I started to get up but to my surprise, another swat landed. "Stay where you are!" Randy ordered, followed by another six hard swats, making it twelve in total. "Okay, stand up." I stood up, rubbing my butt which stung a little more than last time.

"We're going to lick that disobedience out of you. Now go to bed." I climbed into bed, a little sore than the time before.

It was about a week before I went out drinking again. This time when I got to the room, Randy was in bed and I thought I would slip into bed, too. Just after I shut the door, and started to get out of my jeans, Randy climbed out of his bunk and stood up. "Have you been drinking again, after your last spanking? I told Randy I hadn't been drinking. Randy was just in his jockey shorts and he walked up and smelled my breath. Without saying a word, he went over and picked up his cords, drawing his leather belt off and doubling it up. "Lay over the bed" He said.

I stood there for a minute just in my jockey shorts. "Okay, lay down on the bed again." Randy ordered, "your disobedience is costing you more than you think!". I laid down face over the edge of his bed, just in my shorts, and before I even settled in, Randy's belt came down and struck me hard on the butt. I yelped a bit. It was followed by at least a dozen hard and quick strokes with the belt. I was asking him to stop and begging a bit, but Randy kept slicing away with his brown belt, spanking me harder than I had ever been spanked before. I was starting to tear up a bit and was afraid I would cry in front of him. Apparently, that is what he wanted because he kept spanking me with his belt and gave me 25 swats. He didn't say anything, he just spanked and I started to cry. As soon as I cried, Randy stopped and told me to stand up. I was rubbing my butt because it really stung. Then Randy told me to get into bed. I did what he said. Once I was in bed, he told me that he had just spanked me for drinking again and when we got back from work the next day, I would get another spanking for lying to him that would be harder than the one I had just received. I tried talking him out of it but he told me unless I shut up he would get out the belt right now. I was quiet and we went to sleep.

The next day, as we left from work on the way home, Randy reminded me of the business we had to attend to when we got to the room. At first, I pretended ignorance, but then Randy bluntly told me that I was going to get the spanking of my life with his belt when he got home. I was surpised at what he said next. He told me that he had thought about it and that I was still too disobediant and disrespectful. A son should show greater respect to his father. Lying was the ultimate sign of disrespect. He had decided to give me two spankings, one when we got home and one when we were going to bed. I was quiet, hoping to think of some way to talk him out of the punishment. I was really scared all the way home and when we got there, we started to change into our regular cords and jeans. Once I got my pants off, Randy told me to wait a minute before I put my jeans on. He got his cords on and went and picked up his belt which was lying on the desk, doubled it and ready for work.... This time it was a little different because Randy sat on the bed, belt in hand. Then he told me to lay across his lap. I told him I wouldn't do it. "You just earned another spanking" He said. He was really calm when he said all this, and even when he had given me the spankings. He told me to get over his lap. Once again, I said I didn't want to. Randy told me I had earned two more spankings and if I didn't get over his knee right away, it would be doubled so I would have six after today. I figured it was only getting worse so I laid across his lap. He took his belt and laid into me really good. This time it only took about twenty swats for me to start crying a bit because my rear was still really sore from the night before, but this time Randy didn't stop with the crying, he just kept whipping away, stroke after stroke, giving me maybe thirty hard licks with his belt. When he was done, he told me he was sorry he had to do this and hoped I would be better in the future. Then he reminded me that my disobedience had earned me three more spankings and that he would give me two a day until they were over. That night, before we went to bed, I took my pants down and bent over his knee, and Randy took his belt and spanked me til I cried. Then he sent me to bed.

The next day, as soon as we got home, Randy got his belt out, I would take my pants down, and get over his knees, and he would spank the daylights out of my hind end with his belt. Each day I would cry and kick my legs about after a number of swats, and Randy would keep going. Finally, the last day, he really laid into me and kept going for a long time. When he let me up, I thought I wouldn't be able to sit for a week. It was a couple of days before I could sit without being reminded of Randy's belt.

That wasn't the last spanking I got from Randy, in fact, I got a lot more. But I learned to respect and obey him and the spankings were much more infrequent after that.