School of Discipline

by John Simpson

  “Because of the sorry state of the inspection today and because some of you girls have managed to get demerits unconnected with today’s inspection, it’s time to brief you more fully on corporal punishment.

  “Any man who reaches twenty demerits will feel the bite of the belt or paddle. Twenty demerits get you ten strokes with the instrument of punishment. These strokes will be laid on your bare asses so that there is no padding that will help you out! That pommel horse over there is not for exercise; it is for you to bend over to receive punishment.

  “Edwards, you are one of the four who already have ten demerits on your first full day here. With your attitude, I fully expect to be turning your ass red within a week. Wise up, gentlemen. You are embarking on your careers in the military, which is why you enrolled here. No one drafted you into this school; you signed up, just like you will for the branch of the military that you choose.

  “Any cadet who gets the maximum daily amount of ten strokes will have options that I will discuss with that cadet. Punishment will always take place after showers before you turn in.

  “Tomorrow is a new day. Get with the program fast. I expect your rooms to be perfect for the next inspection, which could come at any time. We try not to interrupt study time, but that is not a guarantee.

  “I will say that I’m generally impressed with the physical shape you men are in. All but one… there’s always one in every group who has to be different. Jones, you are eleven pounds over the ideal weight for your build and height. You have thirty days to lose it, or you will be on the receiving end of my belt—one stroke for every pound you fail to lose, each and every day that you remain overweight. Any questions, Jones?”

  “No, Sergeant!”

  “That’s all for tonight. Do not be late for roll call tomorrow. Dismissed.”

  Sergeant McDonald left the room, and after a minute or so, the bitching began, along with comments as to how this guy or that guy could take a spanking with no problems.

  “Well, I’ll tell you now, if McDonald lays a finger on me, I’ll deck him, no questions asked,” said Blaine.

  “Be careful, you fool. Are you trying to get your ass beat?” Cory quickly warned.

  “Fuck him,” finished Blaine.

  “Edwards, Anderson, report to my office now!” Everyone froze at the sound of the sergeant’s voice. No one had heard him return. “The rest of you men, get back to your rooms.”

  “Oh shit,” Cory said under his breath.

  For all of Blaine’s blustering, the color had drained from his face and he looked like he might pass out. As he and Cory followed Sergeant McDonald down the hallway to his office in the basement, Cory thought he was going to vomit. The tension in his stomach was making it churn like a washing machine.

  McDonald took a seat behind his desk, and both men stood at attention in front of it.

  “So, you’re going to deck me. Is that right, Edwards?” McDonald asked.

  “Ah, actually I said that I’ll heck you, not deck you.”

  “Uh-huh, and I believe you also said ‘fuck him’, meaning ‘fuck me’, is that right?”

  “I didn’t mean you, Sergeant. I meant the guy who was giggling at me.”

  “Anderson, what do you say? Did Edwards say he’d deck me and then suggest that I get fucked?”

  “Sergeant, I wasn’t listening to him really.”

  “Bullshit, Anderson. If you weren’t listening, why did you warn him to be quiet or get his ass beat?”

  The silence stretched out like a high-tension wire.

  “You wanna answer my question now, Anderson?”

  “No, Sergeant,” Cory said honestly.

  “I see. Well, here’s how this little quandary is going to work out. Edwards, I’m recommending you be expelled from the school. For you, Anderson, I’m recommending twenty strokes on the ass here and now for lying to me. Any questions?”

  Chapter Two

  BOTH men’s heads were spinning from what they had just heard.

  “Expelled? Sergeant, please, no! I can’t get expelled; my dad will kill me. He had to pull strings to get me in here this semester. Please, anything but that!”

  “I’ll give you one, and only one, alternative: I give you thirty strokes of the belt right here in the office, and you, Anderson, I’ll reduce to ten strokes of the belt, if you take it here and now. What do you say, gentlemen?”

  “Thirty strokes! On the bare ass?”

  “Yep. You man enough to take it or only man enough to run your mouth?”

  “I’ll take the strokes, Sergeant.”

  “Yeah, me too, if it cuts the number in half.”

  “Very well, gentlemen. Anderson, you’re first. Both of you, drop your shorts, and Anderson, bend over the desk,” the sergeant said as he got up. He went to a locker and took out a mean-looking black leather belt with a silver loop buckle that had obviously been broken in.

  “You, Edwards, stand on the other side of the desk and watch your roomie’s face as he gets each stroke, and you count them out.”

  Both men were now naked from the waist down, and Cory reluctantly bent over the desk. McDonald got behind Cory and told Blaine to do one more thing.

  “Sit in the chair, grab both of his arms, and hold him in place. Don’t let him up. If he gets up, you take the rest of his strokes as well as what’s coming to you.”

  Hearing that, Blaine locked onto Cory and said, “Don’t even try and get up ’til he’s finished.”

  McDonald took a moment to admire Cory Anderson’s well-built ass and how lily-white it was prior to beginning the punishment. He was impressed by the way the muscles popped out from the expectation of the belting Cory was to receive.

  The sergeant drew his hand back and landed the first stroke of the belt across both ass cheeks. Cory let out a yell.

  “One,” Blaine called out.

  McDonald waited until the welt began to rise on Cory’s ass before drawing back for the second stroke, which he aimed to cover only the left cheek this time. He alternated back and forth on each ass cheek intentionally trying not to hit the same spot twice. A bruise would form if one area were hit too often. On strokes eight through ten, he covered both ass checks with full strokes of the belt, leaving Cory’s ass red and welted.

  “Stand up,” the sergeant ordered.

  As Cory slowly stood up, McDonald admired his handiwork. He was pleased with the way Cory’s ass looked.

  “Your turn, Edwards. Let’s see how you do compared to your roommate here.”

  McDonald got a good look at Blaine’s dick for the first time, and his breath caught in his throat. Blaine was gorgeous everywhere. McDonald looked and he wanted that dick so bad. When Blaine bent over the desk, the sergeant walked back a bit so as to be able to see Blaine’s dick and nuts hanging down between his legs. McDonald was truly impressed.

  “Hold on tight, Anderson.”

  “Yes, Sergeant.”

  McDonald then laid on thirty very hard strokes of the belt that left Blaine’s ass well-marked and bright red. Unlike the technique he used with Cory, McDonald laid strokes on the same spot over and over, which made it hurt all the more. After the fifteenth stroke, Blaine began to lose his composure and to ask that his punishment cease. McDonald ignored his plea and continued to spank the bare ass bent over his desk.

  When the last stroke arrived, McDonald lined himself up so that the belt would land on both cheeks and wrap around Blaine’s right hip. He gave it full force, and Blaine literally rose off the floor as he yelped. Cory let go of his arms, and Blaine stayed where he was, making no attempt to stand up.

  Cory got up and put his pants back on. He looked at McDonald, silently asking if he was going to help Blaine get up.

  “Edwards, stand up like a man.”

  Blaine slowly straightened up, and Cory’s eyes got real big as he looked down at Blaine’s cock. It was fully erect, revealing that Blaine had enjoyed the punishment he had just taken. McDonald saw the stunned look on Cory’s f
ace and walked around the desk to gaze upon a very large erection.

  “Well, guess we know one thing now that we didn’t know before. Edwards here is turned on by getting his ass whipped. You men remember the lesson from tonight and stay out of trouble. Edwards, you were smart to take the beating over expulsion. It would have ruined your record. Now, both of you get out of here.”

  Once outside the office, Cory helped Blaine up the stairs to their floor, at which point Blaine shook off Cory’s help. He wasn’t going to be seen as some kind of wimp by the other men.

  When they got back to their room, Cory dropped his pants and looked in the mirror, seeing the evenly applied strokes in red on his ass. He knew that by morning, his ass would be back to its normal color. But when Blaine dropped his pants and lay down on his bed, Cory saw an angry red ass that had been soundly spanked. More than likely, Blaine’s ass would have some bruising as well.

  “Is there anything I can do for you?” Cory asked.

  “Yeah, can you get a cold washcloth and place it on my ass?”

  “Sure can.”

  “Thanks, by the way.”

  “Thanks for what?”

  “You could have ratted me out, and instead you took a beating for trying to protect me. I won’t forget that. Believe me.”

  “Yeah, well, it hurt like hell, as you know. If you weren’t my roomie, I would have ratted you out rather than take that ass whipping.”

  “I know. I owe you, dude. Anything you want, you got it.”

  When Cory placed the cold washcloth on Blaine’s ass, he heard a sharp intake of air as Blaine gasped.

  “Damn, he really knows how to whip ass, I’ll tell you. Shit, that was harsh.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “You wanna know why I got a boner having my ass beat like that, right?”

  “Well, yeah. It was the last thing I thought I would see from you. I know my dick wasn’t even thinking about getting hard other than by maybe the thought of being punished in front of you. But… I don’t get sexual pleasure out of pain. Why do you?”

  “Don’t know, actually. I was spanked growing up, but I never reacted that way with my dad. Maybe ’cause it was another unrelated male looking at my ass and beating it. Frankly, I think our dear sergeant is more than a little bit gay. I think he likes the sight of a boy bent over his desk taking it like that. It makes me wonder what else he gives to the boys.”

  “You mean like whether or not he’s fucking the guys?”

  “Yep. He got real intense when he saw little Blaine, did ya notice?”

  “Well, I did too! But yeah, I thought he reacted to your hard-on.”

  “Okay, the washcloth’s not helping much. Would you put some lotion on my ass?”

  “You mean with my hand? You want my hands on your bare ass?” Cory asked.

  “Dude, I’m not asking you to bang my hole—I’m asking you to put some lotion on my poor beaten ass so I can move in the morning.”

  Cory went to his locker, pulled down a bottle of lotion, and walked back over to Blaine. He squirted some around in different spots, and then put both hands on Blaine’s ass.

  “Damn, your ass is hot!”

  “Thanks, I know it is.”

  “Not that way, I meant you’ve got a lot of heat coming off your ass.”

  “Please spread the lotion, dude, so I can get some relief.”

  Cory rubbed the lotion in, adding more when it seemed to get sucked up by the skin of his roommate’s ass. Cory found that he was enjoying getting to feel Blaine’s ass, something he’d thought would never happen.

  “That’s good. Please just keep doing that.”

  Cory was more than happy to oblige his hunky roommate with the battered ass. Fifteen minutes later, Cory stopped.

  “Does that feel any better?”

  “Yeah, it kind of does. How long ’til lights out?”

  “Hour and a half and I’ve got to study. You want me to bring one of your books over here so you can do the assigned reading?”

  “Yeah, I suppose so. Bring me a couple of aspirin, too, and some water, if you would.”

  After getting Blaine set up, Cory got his own books and lay down on his bed. When he plopped down on his ass, he got a sudden reminder that he had also received a spanking, even though it was nothing like the one Blaine had suffered.

  As Cory lay there reading the material for class, he occasionally looked over at Blaine, admiring his sweet ass, even though it was red and welted. Each time he looked, he had to suppress sexual thoughts of what he wanted to do with his roommate. If Blaine was into sex with guys, it could complicate things if emotions were involved and they had a falling out over something. It was safer to admire from afar and not get involved.

  As lights out approached, it was shower time. Cory checked his ass in the mirror and found that most of the red was now gone, and he doubted anyone would be able to tell he had received strokes with a belt a couple hours ago. He took off his shorts and wrapped a towel around himself while grabbing soap and a brush.

  “Are you going to take a shower? Maybe cold water would help,” Cory asked.

  “What? And let everyone see that I had my ass beaten tonight for talking shit in the dayroom? I’ll sneak in just before lights out when the showers should be empty and maintain a little dignity, at least.”

  “Okay, sounds like a plan. Be back shortly.”

  The usual crowd was piling into the showers, and everyone wanted to know what happened when the sergeant called Cory and Blaine to his office.

  “Oh, nothing really,” Cory said, trying for a casual tone. “We just had to listen to a long talk, and we each picked up a demerit.”

  “So where’s Blaine?” one of the guys asked.

  “He’s still studying. We lost time when we had to sit in the sergeant’s office, and he’s trying to get his studies done. He’ll shower if there’s time when he’s done reading.”

  While everyone didn’t fully believe Cory, no one challenged the explanation for his roommate’s absence. Cory looked around, checking the guys out, but he was already getting bored with that secret little thrill. Once you’ve seen everyone, you’ve seen everyone. No mystery left.

  When he got back to the room, he found Blaine in the same position as when he left.

  “You gonna shower?”

  “Yeah, as soon as the guys clear out of there. When I come back, will you put more lotion on me?”

  “Sure, if it helps.”

  At ten minutes before lights out, Blaine dashed to the shower, cleaned up, letting the cold water run over his swollen ass cheeks, and got back to the room as quickly as he could without one man seeing him.

  “It worked, thankfully. What a pain running around hiding like a little schoolboy. That bastard didn’t have to be so hard on me!”

  “Well, since he might be walking down the hall right now doing a bed check, you maybe wanna hold it way down before you end up bent over his desk again?”

  “Yeah, I certainly had enough for one night. Put the lotion on?” Blaine asked as the call was heard for lights out.

  “Yeah, be right over.”

  Cory put his books on his desk, grabbed the lotion, and went over to Blaine’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear. There was no moonlight at all, and Cory stubbed his toe on a bedpost.

  “Son of a bitch! Damn, that hurt,” he said as he quickly sat down on the edge of Blaine’s bed.

  “Be careful. One of us hurt is enough already.”

  Cory squeezed some lotion onto his hand and rubbed it around on his palms.

  “Okay, where’s your ass? I can’t see shit. We need to get a night-light or something.”

  “Here, give me your hand,” Blaine said.

  Blaine pulled Cory’s hand down and placed it on his body, only it wasn’t his ass, it was a massive hard-on. When Cory realized what he was feeling, he jumped up in surprise.

  “Very funny, dude! That’s your dick!”

  “So? I need a li
ttle comfort tonight after what happened. Jack me off?”

  “What makes you think I’m gay? And don’t give me any shit about how buddies help each other out. Gay buddies help each other out; straight ones don’t give this kind of help.”

  “You seemed to enjoy looking at my dick in the showers and then in the office this evening. It’s alright, I might be gay too. Jack me off, and when I’m feeling better, I might blow you. Deal?”

  “Oh my God, I not only get a roommate who’s got a giant ego to go with his giant cock, but he’s also gay!” Cory exclaimed before giving up. “Alright, I think I’m gay. But all I’m doing tonight is giving you a hand job, you hear?”

  “That’s all I asked for. They’ll be plenty of other nights when you can suck my cock and take it up the ass,” Blaine said with a chuckle.

  “I’m not taking that thing up my ass, so you can forget that right now. If you don’t shut up, I’ll just go to bed.”

  “No! Okay, shutting up. Jack me off, please.”

  Cory lowered his palm with the lotion on it down and found Blaine’s dick. He wrapped his hand around it and slid his fist up and down, getting the entire shaft greased up. He stopped, squirted more lotion on his hand, and then began to jack Blaine off. He loved the sound his hand made as it glided along the slippery shaft, and he sprouted an erection of his own.

  He worked the shaft with varying speeds and pressure and stopped at different points. With his other hand, he began to grope himself, enjoying the feeling of Blaine’s dick in one hand and his own in the other. When Blaine guessed what Cory was doing, he reached over Cory’s leg and pushed his hand aside. Taking hold of Cory’s dick, Blaine began to play with it.

  “Kick off your shorts. I’ll jack you off.”

  By this time, Cory was too aroused for any embarrassment about having sex with his roommate and complied with the request. When he sat back down, he found that Blaine had greased up his hand and when he took hold of Cory’s dick, it was able to slide up and down the shaft with no resistance.

  “Move over. I’m getting on the bed with you. I’ll put my feet down at your head and lay with my head towards your feet. That way our dicks will be right where we need them to be.”