When Sargent Campbell shouted for everyone to assume the position, Nate and I just stood there with the redheaded Newbee, none of us knew what he meant. Everybody else knew exactly what the Sargent meant, they all lined up by age along the showers and all were at attention. All the boys in the room wore the same color swimsuit that was issued when we had to sign up for the summer. We all wore green baggy swimsuits and the older boys worn red tee shirts like Sargent Campbell and his men wore. We watched as Sargent Campbell brought out a chair to the front of the line, he sat down and slapped the paddle against his hand. Which, by the way, made one hell of a smacking sound in the now quiet shower room, the sudden smack against his hand made us all jerk a little.
The first in line were the nine year olds, the first one stepped forward and stood at attention, he looked straight ahead. "Sir! Timothy Ryan has broken your eighth golden rule! Sir!"
Sargent Campbell nodded his head. "What is my eighth golden rule, Mister Ryan?"
"Sir! Keep all roughhousing to a mild roar! Sir!" The kid acted just like a little soldier, Nate and I sorta giggled to each other but stopped when we saw the look the other guys were giving us, they didn't think it was funny at all.
Sargent Campbell sat back and nodded his head again. "Alright Mister Ryan, you may assume the position now."
Timmy pushed the seat of his swimming trunks down and laid across the Sargent's lap. The boy had to push himself up to get across the Sargent's lap, but then he just lay there waiting. The Sargent put one hand on the small boy's shoulder, and with his right hand he held the paddle. He rubbed the paddle back and forth lightly across the boy's small bottom before he spoke. The kid's ass was as white as my underwear, he was shaking a little, and you could see how his little butt would tighten-up and loosen with anticipation.
"How did you do in school this year Timmy?" The Sargent spoke in a gentle voice and kept rubbing the paddle across the boy's pale ass.
"I did okay, Sargent Campbell." The boy's voice was just a squeak.
"Are you going to behave for me this year son?" The more the Sargent rubbed the paddle around on the boy's butt, the more the kid would move his butt with the paddle.
"I-I'll do my best sir."
'SMACK!'
The kid yelled out in pain, he jumped back off the Sargent's lap and grabbed both butt cheeks with his hands. The boy jumped up and down while holding his bottom and spinning around, I could see his face was red and his cheeks were puffing trying his best not to cry out anymore. Then he stopped and looked at the Sargent, trying not to grab his butt he tried to stand at attention, but he kept reaching for his stinging bottom. "Th-thank y-y-you Sargent Campbell sir."
Sargent Campbell put the paddle on his lap and motioned the boy to him; Timmy walked up slowly with both of his hands still holding his pink bottom. As Timmy approached, the big marine put his huge arm around the shaking boy's waist and began to rub the boy's sore bottom for him. "You just give me your best, little buddy and I'm sure you'll do just fine." He then patted his butt and sent him to get his things and to leave.
We watched as Timmy left, I was real sorry to see Timmy pull his swim trunks back up. I turned my eyes back to the line, in time to see the next kid step up.
"Sir! Josh Smith has broken your eighth golden rule! Sir!" This kid too was standing and acting just like Timmy did. I guessed this is the way you got your licks here.
"Alright Mister Smith. What is my eight golden rule?"
"Sir! Keep all roughhousing to a mild roar! Sir!"
"Alright Mister Smith, you may assume the position, now."
This kid stepped up and pushed his trunks completely off and laid across the Sargent's lap. Josh grabbed a hold of one of the chair legs with both hands, I guess to keep his hands from flying back and guarding his bottom. I could see his face as he was trying to control his breathing while gritting his teeth; his white bottom was clenching up waiting for the paddle to strike. This kid had blond hair that just covered his ears, and his skin was so brown it made his butt really stand out.
Sargent Campbell went back as before, he had one hand on the boy's shoulder and the other rubbing the paddle against the boy's butt.
"And how did you do this year in school?" The Sargent asked while moving the paddle back and fourth. But the boy didn't answer; he just lay across the man's lap all tensed waiting for his punishment. The Sargent waited a while and the kid still didn't answer, he just lay there waiting for his paddling, even I knew that if an adult asked a question you never made them wait for an answer, especially if they were armed with a paddle pointed at your butt.
"SMACK!"
The sound of the paddle made all of us jump, the echo in the shower room made it sound worst then it really was. The kid held fast, he didn't lose his grip on the chair leg and he didn't jump off the Sargent's lap, he just lay there. Finally he got up off the Sargent's lap and stood at attention, I could see that his butt was red not pink like the last kid. I was thinking that this kid must be really tough, there was no way I could keep from crying with a swat that hard.
"Thank you Sargent Campbell." His voice was a little shaky and his hands were trembling a little too, but the kid wasn't shedding a tear. Me, I would have been bawling like a two-year-old and I sure, as hell would not have been standing still. The kid pulled his swimsuit back on and turned to get his things to go outside and swim, when Sargent Campbell stopped him.
"Where are you going, boy? I didn't dismiss you! And what are you thanking me for, Josh?" He sat there with the paddle still in his hand; the Sargent did look a little confused, and a bit upset. "That swat was for not answering me! Now get your butt back over here!"
My God! I couldn't believe it the kid was going to get another swat from that paddle. The boy stopped and went back to Sargent Campbell, now he looked like he was ready to cry so once again he pushed his swimsuit back off and laid himself across the man's lap. This time the man gripped the boys shoulder harder and pressed the paddle down on the boy's red backside.
"Now then! I asked how you did in school this year?" The man's voice was hard, and there was no mistake he was mad.
"I did fine Sir. I-I passed all my classes and I-I made the Honor Roll too. Sir." You could tell the kid was a little afraid now, he was shaking quite a bit too.
"SMACK!"
This time the sound was so loud, I thought he broke the paddle, everybody in line jumped and some of the guys in line were beginning to whimper, while others were grinning. I found that I even grabbed my own butt cheeks, as if I were the one getting the swat. I looked at Nate and he looked at me, I couldn't tell if he was cringing or grinning. Josh lost his grip on the chair, and found his new gripping place on his own butt. He straighten up with his head and back curving up as well as his legs pointing straight out, this time he was crying out, but he still did not leave the Sargent's lap.
Sargent Campbell put his hand back on the kid's shoulder and pushed his head back down, and then he forced the kid to let go of his flaming butt so he could place the paddle back against it. "Are you going to behave for me this year? BOY!"
"Y-yes Sir." The kid was really crying now. "I'm ss-ssorry Sargent Campbell. Sir."
The man let the boy stand up, the kid stood as straight as he could; he was rubbing his ass trying to put out the fire back there. "If any of my men tell me that you're ignoring them, like you just did to me, your butt and this paddle are going to become real close friends!" Sargent Campbell poked the boy's chest, with the paddle, with each word.
"Yes Sir. I'm really sorry Sir, I didn't hear. Please may I go now Sir." The kid was fidgeting and rubbing his ass real fast now, in fact he was fidgeting around so much it looked more like a peepee dance.
That mean look that Sargent Campbell gets when he's mad began to disappear. He waved the paddle toward the door. "You're dismissed. Next time pay attention!"
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sargent Campbell Sir." Josh pulled up his swimsuit and got his basket and towel, and practically ran out of the room still half-crying. There were only two nine year olds in our shower room so the ten year olds were next, there were four tens in our shower room. But then most of the spanks ran about the same from this point on, with a few exceptions. Each kid would walk up, announce his mistake and recite the broken rule then push down the seat of his swimsuit and lay across the man's lap, get one swat stand up and thank the Sargent; he would then dismiss them. Some kids would scream out while others would be crying before they even lay across the man's lap, and then there were others who wouldn't even flinch. I can't speak for Nate or the redheaded Newbee, but I was getting a boner that down right hurt. I have never seen so many different butts, and with spankings being a turn on for me, I didn't know if I were in Heaven or witnessing Hell.
There was a kid whose real name I didn't know; we all called him Chubby, mainly because for an eleven-year-old he was fat. When he lay across the Sargent's lap, the man grunted a little, I think that maybe Sargent Campbell was exaggerating, it made us sorta giggle. After he got his swats, he got two, one for each cheek; Sargent Campbell made Chubby promise to work off that fat this summer. Or else!
There was a twelve-year-old that stood out too; his nickname was Pee Wee, he was one of Nate's brother's friends. This kid was a good head shorter than the other twelve's, he had brown hair like me and his face was really round like Nate's. But what made him stand out was his butt and _d_i_c_k_. His back seemed to curve in and his butt shoot out, it was sorta like a bubble butt only more so. His _d_i_c_k_ was bigger then my eldest brother's, I know because when he stepped up for his swat he pushed his swimsuit completely off and took his swat naked, just like that nine-year-old. When he stood back up to thank the Sargent, his _d_i_c_k_ was bigger then when he first lay across the man's lap. I didn't know it then, or should I say I didn't understand it back then why some guys liked to be spanked hard; me I liked to play spank, I didn't like the real thing at all. Pee Wee liked to get spanked as much as he liked to spank others, but that would be a different painful story.
When the twelve's were done, us Newbees were called over to the sitting Sargent, I was a little worried that maybe we were going to get spanked too. In my house if one of us got spanked, we all got spanked. Sargent Campbell held the paddle up to us and pointed it at each of us as he spoke. "Now then gentlemen, do you understand what happens when my rules are broken?"
We all nodded our heads, as if there was another answer to give. This man had our full attention, mainly because he was pointing that paddle at us.
"Today before you leave, I will give you a list of my 'Ten Golden Rules'. And you will memorize them all! Everyday before you have lunch you will recite my rules, for every rule you miss you will receive one hard spank. Is that clear?"
Considering what we just saw, with all the boys being spank, all three of us nodded our heads real fast.
I noticed that the thirteen year olds were still standing in line, waiting to get their swats, but I stayed quiet I knew better then to speak while there was an adult with a paddle talking to me.
"Don't worry about the older boys _d_i_c_k_ie. They'll get their punishment in private." I guessed that Sargent Campbell saw me looking at them. "As for you three, tomorrow will be your initiations and I expect you to grit your teeth and take it like men. I don't want to see any crying or begging, everybody here has done it so there's no reason why you three can't."
"I've already been initiated." The redheaded kid spoke up.
Sargent Campbell sat forward and got up into the kid's face. "What do you mean, you already been initiated, Nick?"
"He already spanked me." Nick said while turning and pointing at my big brother. "And he did it real hard too!"
Sargent Campbell never took his eyes off Nick. "Mister Peters! Front and center!" The Sargent barked.
My brother came out of the back of the line and stood right behind Nick. He stood straight at attention and look over Nick, which wasn't too hard, because Nick's head barley came to Ron's chest; Ron's eyes were clued to Sargent Campbell. "Sir!"
"Is this true? You gave this boy an unauthorized initiation?" Sargent Campbell's eyes never left Nick. Nick on the other hand was twisting and looking up at my brother, it was when he looked back at Sargent Campbell and saw the man's glare that Nick seemed to get a little scared.
"No Sir!"
Nick's mouth dropped open, and he seemed to go into a panic. "He did too! He spanked me real hard! And with no pants on either!" Nick then turned and pointed at Nate and I. "They saw it too!"
Sargent Campbell snapped his fingers, which brought Nick's attention back to the man in front of him, then he brought a finger to his lips. "SSSHHH!" This made Nick at least shut up. Sargent Campbell stood up and walked up behind my brother, he still had the paddle in his right hand. "Is this true Mister Peters? Did you spank this boy?" He wasn't yelling, but he was using that intimidating tone that most adults use just before they smack you one. The Sargent held the paddle up against my brother's ass and pushed it, sorta like a warning to give the right answer.
"Yes Sir!" Ron closed his eyes and clinched his teeth waiting for the swat.
Sargent Campbell started to rub the paddle in circles on the seat of Ron's swimsuit. "Why did you spank this boy?" Now the man's voice was almost like a hiss, and he looked real mad.
"H-he was changing his clothes in our section, Sir! I-I told him twice to go to the Newbee bench and change, he said that I should...." Ron stopped as if rethinking and then finished. "He didn't want to go, Sir!"
"He said that you should what?" Sargent Campbell's face was still real close to my brother's ear, and the paddle was moving back and fourth rubbing the seat of my brother's swimsuit, and Ron was pushing back on the paddle with his butt.
Ron broke his attention stance and glanced at the Sargent's face. "Please Sargent. He didn't know the rules." Ron pleaded with the Sargent, just like he would do with our Dad when he tried to get me out of a spanking.
Sargent Campbell calmed his voice and spoke to Ron as if this would be his last chance to avoid a swat. "What did he say, son?"
Ron lowered his eyes to Nick, I could see he was feeling sorry for the kid. "He said that I should eat _s_h_i_t_ and die, Sir."
Most everything now was a blur, Sargent Campbell dropped the paddle and grabbed Nick by his arm and pulled him to the wall. There on the wall was a wooden sign that I hadn't seen before, on the sign there was written 'SARGENT"S TEN GOLDEN RULES', and it listed ten rules for us to follow. The man stepped behind the boy and grabbed both of his shoulders and lifted the boy up to the sign.
"What is my third rule? BOY!" The Sargent's face was right behind Nick's and boy was this man ever pissed off now.
Nick should have been ready to piss in his trunks, I was scared and I wasn't the one in trouble. Nick tried to read the sign but I guess he was too afraid to sound out the words. "N-n-nnoo S-sw-swe-sswee-...."
"NO SWEARING!" The Sargent shouted this in his ear. He carried Nick back to the chair and sat down and placed Nick across his lap, the man pulled the boy's swimsuit off. Nick's hands flew back to guard himself; he was kicking and screaming all the way.
SMACK! The slap on this kid's butt was almost as loud as the paddle, but this was with the Sargent's big hand. Nick jerked forward and screamed out.
SMACK! And then the Sargent hit him again, and again, and again. I lost count and Nate was backing away from the scene. I have in the past been spanked by this man, but only on the seat of my britches, and then only one or two swats. But this was a full fledge spanking going on, and Nick's butt was the main attraction. Nick would buck himself this way and that, trying to avoid to next spank, his bottom was even getting bigger it seemed.
Finally it ended. Nick was allowed to roll off the man's lap, he scurried to his feet and was crying up a storm while holding on to his flaming red butt. Sargent Campbell sat staring at Nick with that real mean look in his face. "Don't you have something to say to me? BOY!"
Nick was looking around at all of us with his pleading eyes, you could tell he didn't know what the Sargent meant, I know I didn't, then one of the thirteen's who was still waiting in line hissed at the boy.
"Ppsstt!"
Nick turned his head and looked through his tear stained eyes at the boy.
"You have'ta thank him." He whispered to the kid. "If you don't he'll spank you some more."
Sargent Campbell snapped his finger and the thirteen snapped back at attention. The man then looked back at Nick.
"T-th-thank y-you Sir." The kid wasn't standing at attention like the rest of us, but then with a butt that sore, I don't think anyone expected him to be able to.
That really mean look on the Sargent's face began to disappear a little, but not much. "I don't want to hear that foul mouth talk around here again Nick. Do we understand each other?"
Nick nodded his he real fast, but didn't say a word.
"Tomorrow I want to see you take your initiation like a man. Alright?" Sargent Campbell was talking a little softer now.
Again Nick nodded his head.
The man sat back in the chair and gave a small sigh. "Alright son. You're dismissed." He then looked at Nate and I and waved his hands. "You two are dismissed too."
I intended to get my things and get the hell out of that room as fast as possible. I turned in a rush and I guess Nate had the same idea because he turned and ran into me. We pushed each other a side to get to our things and began to run for the door.
"AND STOP RUNNING!" The Sargent barked.
We both stopped and looked at him and said 'yes sir' in unison, but we also turned and practically knocked each other over again. The Sargent was wiping sweat from his head and my brother was handing the man his paddle. The Sargent then pointed to the kid who helped Nick. "Alright then. Mister Johnson you can be first."
It was at this point we left the room and walked quickly to the front desk, to check in our baskets. Nick was in front of us, he was really crying hard, and Private Andersen was still at the desk.
Private Andersen looked sorry for Nick, so he leaned over to the boy. "Hey, kid."
Nick looked up at him. "What?"
Jim looked back and fourth, to make sure no one could hear him. "If you get in the water real fast, it'll help your butt cool off quicker."
Nick looked shock, I guess he didn't think that maybe his screaming could be heard way out here. He looked over at Nate and I, I nodded my head. "Yeah! The water will make it stop hurting." Nate was also nodding his head.
End of Chapter 2.