School of Discipline (5 page)

Mike didn’t take the whipping nearly as well as Gary had. Blaine had to stop every three or four strokes as Mike rubbed his ass.

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna use full force on you,” Blaine warned.

“Alright, just go ahead and get this done,” Mike pleaded.

Blaine smiled, his erection once more at full mast in his pants. Much to his credit, Mike stood all the way through the whipping, but he also ended up crying. Both men now lay on the grass with their red swollen asses pointing to the sky.

Blaine looked around to make sure no one was walking toward them and went to stand over his victims.

“Now, don’t you feel better that this is over and you know you won’t be reported?”

Both men stopped crying and looked up at Blaine.

“You didn’t have to hit us so hard. Our asses will be red for the rest of the weekend. How are we going to explain that?” Mike asked.

“Sorry, but you brought this on yourself. As for your red asses, they have some healthy welts on them as well. Don’t imagine either of you will be taking a dick up your ass this weekend.”

“Fuck you,” they said in unison.

“Well, my work is done here, I’m heading back. Don’t lie here too long like that; you never know who might come along,” Blaine said, and he walked off, smiling. He adjusted his erection so that it was pointing straight up and hoped it would go away quickly.

When Blaine got back to the room, he found Cory still missing. Stripping down, he got on his bed and proceeded to jerk off. Just at the moment of climax, Cory walked in and saw the eruption that Blaine couldn’t have stopped even if he had wanted too.

“For God’s sake, are you horny again?” Cory asked.

Breathing heavily, Blaine replied, “Yeah, but now I’m better.”

“Well, I’m grateful for that, at least! What have you been up to the last couple of hours?”

“Nothing much really, just seeing that justice is carried out,” Blaine replied.

“Justice? What kind of justice?”

“Oh never mind, it’s not important,” Blaine said as he cleaned himself up with his underwear.

Cory studied for a while and got a lot done before Blaine left early for dinner. When it began to grow late, Cory got up and got to the chow hall before the end of dinner service. While he ate, he looked over the room and saw Mike and Gary sitting at a table staring at him hatefully.

Cory figured they were mad about being caught and interrupted during sex. He ignored them and went back to his dinner, and when he got up to take his tray to the kitchen window, they were gone. He stopped to talk to a couple of other guys for a minute and then left the dining hall to head back to the barracks. It was Saturday night, and he really felt like watching a movie on the television and hoped the rest of the barracks would go along with that.

When he got about a third of the way back, Mike and Gary came out of a stand of trees and yelled at him.

“Hey, hold up, fuckwad!” Mike said angrily.

“You son of a bitch, you broke your word!” Gary spat out.

Cory thought they were going to hit him, and he put his hands up. “Whoa, guys, what’s up? I didn’t break any word!”

“Yeah, right, you fucking liar. If you didn’t break your word, why did you tell your roommate? And why did we have to take a beating from him in order for you not to go to the administration?”

“Huh? What? Beating? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You damn well know that we were given the choice of taking the belt from Blaine or being turned in! Why did you make the number of strokes so high? Thirty-five was hard to handle and our asses are still burning.”

“Whoa, here’s the truth. I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. I told no one, just as I promised, including my sadistic little roommate. I don’t know how he figured it out, but someone else must have seen you and told him. If you don’t believe me, we’ll confront him right now.”

The anger began to drain from Mike’s and Gary’s bodies as they began to believe Cory. Just talking about the ass whippings they had taken had both men rubbing their sore cheeks.

“If that’s the case, then he just took the opportunity to tan our asses. Let’s go beat the shit out of him,” urged Mike.

“Wait,” Cory said. “That will for sure get all of us kicked out of here. Remember, there is no refund of tuition and our parents won’t be happy about that at all.”

Gary came up with a suggestion. “Time to turn the tables on that fucker and good.”

“How, dude?” Mike asked.

“He gave us a total of seventy strokes of the belt today. If he wants to stay alive, he has to take that many back, thirty-five at a time spread over two days.”

“That’s almost good enough. Have you ever noticed in the administration building they have that display of old punishment tools? Hanging there among the old paddles is a cane. We’re going to cane this fuck, and he’ll never forget it!” Mike said with an evil smile.

“Wow, I don’t know,” Cory said. “A cane cuts into the ass cheeks if you hit someone hard enough.”

“Yeah, how about that?”

“Look, it’s not that I don’t believe you, because I do. But I’d like to see your asses to see how badly you were disciplined,” Cory said.

They walked back to the trees, and there was enough light left that when they dropped their shorts, Cory could see the angry red welts.

Chapter Four

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entered the barracks, the three men had murder in their eyes and hearts. However, before they reached Cory’s room, he stopped them.

“You guys chill in the dayroom for a bit. I’m gonna see if I can get him to confess what he’s done. If he does, maybe you guys will show some compassion.”

“You can see if he’ll confess, but he gets no compassion from us,” Gary said.

Entering his room, Cory found his roommate on his bed reading a sociology text.

“Hey roomie, did you eat?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, sure did. But something odd happened on the way back here.”

“Oh, like what?”

“Well, I overheard three of the guys talking about discipline, and they seemed to think that I was in charge of dealing it out on a cadet level. Any idea why they’d be saying stuff like that?”

Blaine sat up on the bed and replied, “Ah, no. Did you ask them?”

“No, I was so surprised to hear it that I didn’t think to just stop them and ask. I thought maybe you’d know why I would be connected with discipline. I heard them mentioning the belt, so I guess it was whipping ass that they were referring to. Still, very strange.”

“Gee, don’t know, buddy. But just ignore it; you know how guys like to bullshit each other. That’s all it is, I’m sure.”

“Maybe so. Oh, I almost forgot, Mike and Gary wanted to see me when I got back from dinner. I think they’re in the dayroom. Any idea what they want?”

“Those two losers? Not a clue.”

“Okay, be back,” Cory said as he left the room.

When he entered the dayroom, he found Mike and Gary talking to most of the guys in the barracks as they had gathered to watch the news.

“So, that’s the story. He bullshitted us into thinking we had no choice.”

Much to Cory’s surprise, Gary and Mike stood up and dropped their shorts. In the harsh glare of the overhead ceiling lights, their asses were shockingly red and welted. It was obvious that both men would have bruises on their asses once the red and welts disappeared.

“Anderson, is it true what they just told us?” one of the cadet leaders asked.

“Well, I don’t know what they’ve told you, so I can’t really say.”

“We know that you caught them somewhere they didn’t belong and Edwards conned them into taking a severe ass beating over it by telling them you were going to turn them in. Is that right?”

“Yes. I also promised these men that I wouldn’t say anything about what triggered all this.”

“That’s cool. We don’t care as long as it wasn’t criminal or something.”

“Nope, nothing like that at all,” Cory replied.

“We told them what we were planning to do, and they feel that his payback should be done in front of the entire barracks, right here in the dayroom.”

“What about McDonald walking in on something like that?”

“I’m going to take care of that now. I’m going down to his office and tell him that we’d like to take care of a problem ourselves and ask him to grant us that okay. While I’m doing that, you guys go get that cane from Admin. You, Anderson, keep your roommate in the room until we come for him.”

While those appointed a task left to take care of it, the remaining cadets moved the pommel horse to the center of the room. Cory returned to his room, feeling a little sick to his stomach. He didn’t like all the tension that Blaine had created in the barracks, so maybe this punishment was a good thing.

“So, what did they want?” Blaine asked.

“I don’t know. One of the guys said Mike and Gary went to get something to drink and they said to tell me they’d be back in about twenty minutes, but that it was nothing urgent. So, guess I’ll find out when they get back.”

“Ah, drama queens, whatever it is.”

Almost a half hour later, a knock on the door was followed by the door opening, and Mike and Gary entered the room. Blaine immediately tensed up and tried to stare the men down.

“We want to see you in the dayroom, Edwards, now.” They turned and left the room, leaving the door open.

“What the fuck is this all about?” Blaine demanded of Cory.

“They know that you beat their asses for your own pleasure and not because of me or anything that I was threatening to do. How did you find out about them, anyway?”

“The damn fools told me themselves because they thought I already knew. Well, I’ll confront them with the fact that they’re gay and the entire barracks will know!”

“No you won’t. If you do, I’ll confess that we jerked each other off that night after witnessing the punishments in the dayroom. So if you out them, you out yourself. Now, let’s go.”

“Fuck!”

When Cory and Blaine entered the dayroom, they found all the men of the barracks present, and there was the definite feel of a trial in the air. It was obvious to Cory what was about to happen.

“What the hell is all of this?” Blaine demanded to know.

Duke Jackson answered. “Edwards, you’re going to be tried by the men of this barracks on charges that you illegally administered a severe ass whipping to two men who are supposed to be your brothers-in-arms.”

“The hell you are! What gives you the right to do this?”

“Sergeant McDonald,” Duke said.

“What?”

“I had a lengthy conversation with the sergeant, and he’s left this matter up to the barracks to handle. You can either agree to be tried by us, or we can turn the entire matter over to the administration. Your choice,” Duke said.

Blaine looked around and saw that all of the men were in agreement on this plan. Blaine had no choice, and he knew it.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said.

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assembly established that Cory had seen or heard something that placed Mike and Gary in jeopardy, and no one wanted to know what it was specifically. Both Mike and Gary told the men what had happened on the bluff. Finally, they dropped their shorts again to show everyone the condition of their asses. When the other men saw the damage, a low grumbling was heard to rise from the crowd.

“It’s your turn now to defend your actions, Cadet Edwards. What do you have to say?”

“Um, I guess there really isn’t anything I can say.”

“Why? Why did you do it to us?” Mike wanted to know.

“I kinda got a thrill out of it. I get turned on by ass discipline like that.”

“So, for your own gratification, you beat these men. Is that what you’re saying?” Jackson asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Mike and Gary. I was wrong to have done that to you.”

“Fuck you, Edwards!” was the only response from Gary. Mike said nothing, but the muscles in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth in anger.

“By a show of hands, how many of you find Edwards guilty of assaulting two of his fellow cadets?”

The only hand that didn’t go up was Blaine’s.

“It was decided earlier with the agreement of both Gary and Mike that if you were found to be responsible for this alleged assault, you were to suffer the punishment of a public caning here in this room, right now. The original request was for a total of seventy strokes over two days. We have rejected that number of strokes as being too severe considering that a cane will be used on your bare ass. The final number was twenty. Do you agree to be caned?”

“Will any of this go beyond this room?”

“No. We have all agreed to keep this entire affair secret, if for no other reason than to protect Mike and Gary. If you ever tell the administration what you know, or think you know, the entire barracks will declare you a liar and stand behind Mike and Gary. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Who will carry out the caning?”

“While both Mike and Gary requested that ‘honor’, we’ve decided that we can’t allow that as they would more than likely show you no mercy in the force used to apply the strokes. Therefore, we picked a name at random, and Cadet Kyle Woodbridge was selected. Kyle, please come forward.”

Kyle was one of the larger guys in the barracks, and Blaine knew that he was in for a real trial of his manhood. He was determined not to crack in front of the barracks or he would have no self-respect left.

“What if I won’t allow this?” Blaine asked.

“Then we will report this to the sergeant, who will then decide how to handle it. It will surely lead to your expulsion, if not criminal charges.”

Blaine did not respond but walked slowly up to the pommel horse. Kyle picked up the cane and tried out its flexibility by slashing at the air. When Blaine got to the horse, he bent over it. Two of the men tied his wrists to the legs of the horse and then pulled down his gym shorts and underwear, leaving his well-built ass exposed to the gaze of every man in the room.

“I will count out your strokes,” Duke said. “You are not safe from being turned over to the sergeant until you take the entire twenty strokes. If you demand that your punishment stop, then it will be like you chose to leave school. Understood?”