From: Duchin Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Military School Date: 4 Apr 1996 01:58:56 -0500 ******************************************************* Warning. For Adults Only. FF/m M/m nc ...ya got that? ******************************************************* * MILITARY SCHOOL * ___________________ Cadet Tyler Palmer snapped to attention as the Sergeant Major entered his room. "C.C. wants to see you. 14:00, sharp. .... and bring the library books," the crew-cutted young man crisply ordered. Tyler Palmer's heart sank as he replied, "SIR! YES SIR!" and watched his Sergeant Major do a precise about face and exit the room. "C.C." Colonel Craig. William T. Craig, retired, full bird from the U.S. Army, keeping the rank of Lieutenant Colonel as the now Dean of Lakewood Military Academy. Feigning ignorance to the Sergeant Major about the library books was futile. Tyler Palmer was caught, and he knew it. As extensive as the library at Lakewood was, the one in town was even better. Rather than make the 30 minute round trip to town every day, Palmer, on the influence and suggestion of his room mate, Charlie Bowden, took the not-to-be-checked out Reference books they needed, back to their dorm. Tyler Palmer changed into his dress grays, tucked the huge books under his arms, and chose the diagonal path across the manicured Academy quad towards "C.C's" office. He had 10 minutes to spare. IN his third year at Lakewood, Palmer dared not look up at the stone monuments as he walked. The statues of hero's gone before him. From Grant to MacArthur. He was too ashamed. An appointment to West Point may have been sabotaged by his own actions. Maybe "C.C" would categorize his theft under, "THINK, ADAPT, OVERCOME," but Tyler doubted it. As Tyler Palmer enter Colonel Craig's spacious office, he but glanced at the two matronly women sitting on the leather couch. They looked liked cameo book ends from a since long-gone Victorian era. Prim and proper. Modestly skirted knees, tight together, pointing towards the center of the couch. Sitting erect. Unmoving. Hair up and tied tight. Thin metal rimmed glasses perched precariously on their noses. Puffy-shouldered long-sleeved blouses, hands in their laps. The Ladies of the Library Guild. They must have been, at *least*, 40 years of age, he assumed. Colonel Craig made the introductions. Ruth Morton and her twin sister Estelle, and cadet Tyler Palmer made a sharp right face and acknowledged each with a terse and jerky bow, saying only, "Good day to you". "You know what this is about, Mr. Palmer?" Colonel Craig asked. "Sir, yes Sir," Palmer replied, taking the entire blame, and not giving up Charlie's name. ".....and your intentions about the stolen books?" C.C. questioned. There was no use in lying and compounding the matter. The Honor Code of Lakewood Military Academy compelled Tyler Palmer to state the truth. He had no intention of returning the books .... not at least till next term, and he stated so. Lieutenant Colonel William T. Craig lifted the shiny lacquered paddle from its resting place and placed it parallel to the perfectly squared blotter on his desk. He did *everything* with precision. Cadet Tyler Palmer sighed between the complexities of relief and chagrin. Relief, that he was going to be paddled and this incident would be over, and never mentioned again. His West Point Appointment would be assured. Chagrin, that he must now disrobe himself. Three years ago, as a 13-year old freshman, Tyler Palmer was paddled for a curfew violation. He knew the rules and accepted his punishment; to strip naked, lean over C.C.'s desk, and await the strikes of the stinging paddle. His training, did not allow himself the luxury of embarrassment, despite the fact that there were two women in the room. Women, at The Lakewood Military Academy were a rarity. Tyler Palmer marched to the coat rack and removed his gray high-collar tunic ...... then the spit shined shoes, his shirt, striped slacks. The embarrassment did take its toll on his young mind, knowing acutely that the two women were observing his every movement. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his regulation boxer shorts, and pulled them down. Tyler folded his discarded clothes neatly, and returned in front of the desk, at strict attention, and entirely nude. "What should your punishment be, Mister?" Colonel Craig asked. "SIX, SIR!" cadet Palmer shouted. "Very good." C. C. answered. "Six from me, and six each from each of these two ladies, that you have fouled with your thievery." "THANK YOU, SIR!" Palmer again shouted, humiliated at his nakedness before the two women, but still controlling his composure. "Take your position and hold, Mister!" Colonel Craig directed. Tyler Palmer bent over the century old oak desk. His left hand reached between his legs and he grabbed his own nuts. Spreading his legs wide, he pulled his nuts up towards his upper belly, out of the way of the paddle. "SIR! READY, SIR!" Palmer exclaimed. "Count them out, Mister!" Craig said, and positioned himself to one side of Tyler Palmer. CRACK! "ONE, SIR!" Palmer cried out as the slim paddle bit into his slim white cheeks. Palmer did not know what hurt most .... the physical sting of the paddle, or the mental torture of two prim ladies watching his bare buttocks and spread apart legs. Palmer's right hand gripped the edge of the desk, while his left still held tightly on to his own vulnerable testicles. CRACK! "TWO, SIR!" and Palmer bit his lip as the heinous paddle seared his backside again. CRACK! "THREEEEEE, SIR!" Palmer pulled on his own nuts tighter as the infernal sting caused the young cadet to sweat and gasp. CRACK! "F----FO----FOUR, S-S-Sir!" Tyler Palmer gasped, as the paddle splatted against his nude bottom once more, sending terrible messages of pain to his brain. "Pull tight, Mister!" C. C. directed, and the polished paddled bit one more time. "FIIIIII --FIVE, SIR!" Palmer stuttered out, and awaited the last blow. He knew it was going to be the hardest. CRAAAACK! Palmer shuddered at the final blow. It was horrendous. He squeezed on his own balls, until he hurt himself. "SSSS......SI.......SIXXXXX, SIR!" Tyler Palmer finally choked out the words, and gasped, once again as, the last stroke was delivered. After a few moments, Craig directed Cadet Palmer. "Present yourself to these two charming ladies." Tyler Palmer arose from his bent over position, stretched his shoulders back, and strode, at attention, to the couch. The twin sisters said not a word for a while, just looked at the front of Tyler Palmer's naked body. "Is lewdness a part of the curriculum at Lakewood?" Miss Ruth Morton haughtily addressed Colonel Craig, referring and pointing to Cadet Palmer's erect dick. "No, Madame, I assure you it is not. Do what you think must be done," the Colonel answered. Tyler Palmer could not help his erection. The ordeal of being paddled, holding onto his own balls, and these two ladies watching the entire procedure, was just too much for him, and his dick, did, indeed stick out proudly at attention, from his hairy lower belly. "I will not need your paddle, Colonel Craig," Ruth announced calmly, "I have my own implement," and from her embroidered hand bag, produced an old, wooden-backed hair brush. As Tyler Palmer stood straight before the two ladies on the couch, Ruth removed the glove from her left hand, and took hold of Palmer's erect member. Holding the bristle side of the brush in her right hand, she brushed the very tip of the pulsating manhood for a few moments, and then began to spank it with the brush. Her twin sister, Estelle, leaned quite well over to witness the punishment, and aided in the punishment by grasping the the dangling testicles of the young boy, pulling him closer between the pair. Ruth bounced the brush bristles lightly over Palmer's penis, and it swelled considerably. Estelle was rolling the boy's swollen plums in her palm. The two older ladies kept up this torture for several minutes, until the knees of Tyler Palmer began to bend and sag. Without hesitancy, Ruth lifted the volumes of her full skirts and laid the nude boy over the bare thighs of her lap. Between her sister and she, they "adjusted" Cadet Tyler Palmer just right. Palmer's genitals slid back and forth over Ruth's bare thighs for the precise alignment. "Take hold of his balls," Ruth directed her sister, "for I am about to flay his backside with my brush!" "Be Brave, young man, and learn well!" Ruth sung out the song. As the back of the brush bounced off his all ready reddened backside, Cadet Palmer could feel the fingers of Estelle, gripping and kneading all that lay between his legs. Her small white-gloved hands had wrapped around his hard dick and was pulling on it. Palmer could nervously feel his erotic juices swelling and boiling with each tug, as the flat surface of Ruth's hairbrush, splatted with a burning force into his bare bottom. She swung hard, driving his pelvis forward. Ruth paused for a moment and rubbed away the sting from the boy's bottom, satisfying her own lust by sliding her fingers between Palmer's cheeks and fondling the tight little pucker of his anus. As the boy squirmed under the double handed assault, Ruth, again, picked up the brush and resumed spanking the bare bottom, smartly. The moment of glorious torture had arrived, and Cadet Tyler Palmer spilled his seed into the gloved hand that was masturbating him, just as the 12th stroke of the flat hair brush blistered his bare ass. The punishment over, Palmer was allowed to dress, again bowing to the ladies, and returned to his classes. Tyler Palmer *did* get the West Point Congressional Appointment, and graduated with honors at the top of his class. SOME TEN YEARS LATER........ During Desert Storm, Lieutenant Tyler Palmer, spear headed an almost suicidal attack. His Abrams M-1 tank battalion destroyed an Iraqi battalion, nearly four times there number. On each chard remains, Tyler spray painted: "C.C." "Charlie" A Five Star General, with a rather unpronounceable name, awarded he and his crew, multiple Medals' of Bravery, on the battle field ..... one posthumously. ********************** BACK IN THE STATES, six months later, to a parade of yellow ribbons, and red, white, and blue bunting........ Tyler Palmer's eyes swelled with tears, as the ribboned Congressional Medal of Honor was placed about his neck, by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, in a ceremony in Washington. Palmer shook hands with the President, and gave his Commander-In-Chief, his best salute. Later, Tyler Palmer drove out to Arlington National Cemetery, with an United States Army bugler. In his own private ceremony, while the bugler played a solitary "TAPS", Tyler Palmer removed the Medal of Honor from his neck and draped the ribbon across the head stone of Charlie Bowden. "Bye, buddy," he whispered and kissed the white marble. *********** END