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Dear Sir,
Hello again. Don't expect all my letters to come this frequently, but right now I'm finishing up what's left of my vacation from work. I can't think of a better way to spend it than writing you with a stiff dick. I hope you liked my letter the other day. That's a true story, and I know six other guys who could tell you how true it was. That was only one of my favorite memories of high school. There are plenty more. I want to remember them all and share them with you. I don't know how many times I've thought about that afternoon. Seven hard lickings. Man! If there was ever a man I envied, it was Col Radley. I know you like to bust butts. Can you imagine doing it for a living? Those seven fiery paddlings were all in a day's work for him. So many nights I used to imagine I was him, with a steady stream of backsides that needed paddling. As Commandant of an all male high school with almost 500 students, he was busy all the time. The other two men I mentioned, SGT. Corey and Sgt. Murphy, had it pretty good, as well. They were the heads of the Military Dept., and were in charge of all military operations, including Drill, the Armory, and the military system. Radley was their boss, and Radley oversaw the Military Dept. as well as the various academic departments of the school. SGT. Corey and SGT. Murphy paddled, and paddled hard; in fact, they paddled real hard. Col. Radley and Coach Mac were "brutal". Corey and Murphy were just plain HARD. They demanded and received respect. I felt close to both of them, especially as an Officer, but they were pretty rough on me for a while. I guess you could say the Armory was our "woodshed". The school had a very effective system of Merits and Demerits. Under Radley's system, which had been in effect for several years before I attended and continued for several more, your first five demerits were "free". A demerit meant one hour after school of extra Drill. A cadet officer was assigned to supervise the "walking off" of demerits every day, and I guess there were about twenty guys every day, after school, walking off demerits. Under Radley's system, your first five demerits in a school year were free. You had to walk them off, but after you received your first five demerits, each additional demerit you received meant one lick PLUS an hour of drill.These licks were handled by SGT. Corey and SGT. Murphy, every afternoon in the Armory, right after school and just before the extra hour of Drill.
We had a brief formation every morning for the raising of the flag. This included a short inspection. Every cadet officer carried a demerit pad, and demerits were given for anything and everything. If your shoes weren't shined, one demerit. No hat, one demerit. Talking, one demerit. Etc. They added up. Also, in classes, teachers handed out demerits for everything. It was not uncommon for a teacher to give you a lick and hand you a demerit, especially if you were a repeat offender. Of course, Coach Mac could have given demerits himself, but he never did. As I told you, he gave licks instead, and Detention Drill took many of his players from after-school practice. But believe me, any guy would rather take a lick or two from Corey or Murphy, plus a couple of hours of drill, than take a lick from Coach Mac.
Anyway, the first few weeks of school were always pretty quiet. But about mid-October, you could hear licks coming from the Armory. It didn't take many guys long to earn five demerits, not the way they got handed out. As into paddling as I was by that time, every day after the final school bell I'd hang out by my locker. The lockers were just outside the Armory. I would scan the demerit list on the bulletin board to see which guys were on it. The line would form outside the door, and the guys would take their turns across the Armory table. There were many times I was in that line, but when I wasn't, I'd hang around outside the Armory and listen to the licks; and they were good, hard licks. On a scale of 1-10, both SGT. Corey and SGT. Murphy were a good, solid 7. (Radley was an "8", Coach Mac was a "9"). Dub Thompson, of course, was a "10".
I never worried about what others would think of me always hanging around in the hall. There was always a gathering of guys who were interested in who was getting licked. They weren't into it like I was, but it was normal to give a buddy some shit on his way into the Armory, and to snicker when he came out holding his rifle in one hand, and rubbing his ass with the other; headed for the Drill Field. Of course, I usually had two problems. One was trying to deal with the hard-on that came just about every time I heard a paddle hit. The other, was not to take too much time or I'd be late to football practice, basketball practice, baseball practice, whichever season it was, Several times I didn't make it in time, and got a lick of my own from Coach Mac. Usually, SGT. Corey and SGT. Murphy would take turns using the paddle. One would take care of Monday's demerits, the other would take care of Tuesday, etc. But if there were more than ten or so guys who needed licks, both men would use their paddles. That's when I liked it the best; when there were two lines and two paddles going at the same time.
Once I made Officer, I became one of Corey's and Murphy's "buddies" and I could hang around inside the Armory with other Officers. We'd shoot the shit with both of them. It was rare for an Officer to get more than five demerits, and of course, we tried not to get any. Believe it or not, in our spare time, if there was nothing going on in the Armory, we'd sit around and play a game we called "Odd man out". Corey didn't play it much, but Murphy did. Since so much paddling went on in the Armory, there was plenty of conversation about it. That's one of the reasons I hung out down there. Anyway, several officers, (all seniors) would flip coins. They would flip the coins until all the coins, with the exception of one were the same. Sometimes they'd flip them ten times till this occurred, while the suspense mounted. Finally one guy would be "Odd man out", and would get a lick - a REAL lick - from Murphy. This went on all the time, and you better believe I played it as often as possible. (I carried this game on to my fraternity, where it was equally popular). There's one game of Odd-man-out I'll never forget. I had a good friend, I'll call John Taylor. Anyway, John was perfect in every way. Star athlete, (tennis), straight A student, good officer, polite, good-looking, you name it. He was the pride of the school. He'd never been in trouble, had never gotten a demerit, had NEVER gotten a lick. He was a good friend and a fun guy, he just stayed out of trouble. Anyway, one day several of us got him to play Odd-man-out. He'd never played it before, but we talked him into it. I hate to admit it, but it was a set-up. It wasn't even my idea, but we set him up. Murphy wasn't in on it, but had he known we were setting him up, he still would have gone along. Anyway, when we flipped the coins, we agreed beforehand to announce they were "heads" no matter what they were. With our strict "honor code", Taylor would never suspect we were lying. After all, we WERE officers. So, Taylor "lost" on the very first flip. We were really giving him shit as SGT. Murphy reached for his paddle. He turned white. The "Great John Taylor" was about to get his first lick. One of the guys said, "Hey John, why don't you go 'double or nothing'?" As smart as he was, he sure was dumb. He "lost" again. Two licks. We led him over to the Armory table, and bent him over. Murphy played it to the hilt. I enjoyed the hell out of it, because John Taylor was and still is one of the best-looking guys I know; and he had one good butt that until that afternoon, was a "virgin" to a board. An ass that good needed a couple of licks.
It was a damn good one. John's blond head flew back when it hit. His ass was burning. "-- WHAAAAAACK ! " Another good one. One of Murphy's best. John stood up with his hands on his blazing ass in disbelief. I knew how much it must have hurt. I'd been there. Many times.
We all clapped and cheered, patting him on the back. Murphy was smiling. SGT, Corey. just shook his head with a smile on his face. We kidded the afternoon at practice. He was a good sport about it, once it
The best part of this story is that less than a month later, next to me, bending over the Armory table getting licks from he got from Murphy that afternoon was the only thing he had TWELVE he got from Radley.
John Taylor was the man Col. Radley; and the two to prepare him for the guys who got twelve. John Taylor was one of them. I guess you could say he took it pretty hard. Aside from getting his nice little butt busted, he was one of "Radley's boys", and he sure never thought he'd get the board from Radley. Until that day, he'd gotten pats on the back from Radley - not a board across the ass. ..I felt sorry for him, because I knew how hurt he was, mentally AND physically. But another side of me was damn glad it happened. In fact, it made my licking worth it - just so he'd get it too. I mean, if you're a good athelete, you should play sports. If you're real smart, you should go to law school. If you're good at something, you should do it. If you've got a butt like John Taylor, you ought to get it BUSTED,
Man, all this has sure got me excited. I hope it excites you. What I could sure use right now is a "Radley" busted ass. Military style. The other night after I wrote you that letter, I went through my closet and found one of my old khaki.uniforms, Boy am I glad I held on to them. Anyway, the shirt was a little tight around my chest"( I didn't work out with weights then) but the pants fit still. They were so heavy with starch after all these years that I had to almost pry the legs open - but they sure felt good * I got to thinking, khaki pants with all that wouldn't a hard lick--sound-louder than hell in those s
starch?" I got an idea, took them off and went into my kitchen. I took a can of spray starch and-.re-starched them with a hot iron. I must have used half the can. By the time I finished, they could have stood up by themselves. Then, I turned them inside out. I took the can of starch and the hot iron, and starched the INSIDES, Everywhere, the insides of the legs, the crotch, the waist and especially, the seat, By the time I finished, the INSIDE of the seat those pants was hard, shiny, and as stiff as...... well, a board. I turned them right side out, smoothed out the wrinkles with the iron, and applied even more starch to the seat. They were like cardboard. While they were still hot, I forced my legs through and zipped them up. SHIT! My bare ass felt so good -inside that hard, stiff hot pair of khakis. I put on my tall, Officer's hip boots, and carefully tucked my pants legs in. I put on the shirt, and my white web belt. I looked pretty damned good. I'll say it myself. My dick was harder than a rock, and was wet with pre-cum; but the heavy starch prevented anything from seeping through. It just collected there, inside the stiff crotch. I stood with my back to a full-length mirror,'spread my legs, and bent over, grabbing my ankles. I could see my ass, just waiting for a fat lick.to explode across it. But it didn't come. Someday,SIR!; but not right now.
Well, so long-for a while. I'll write when I have time.
"MIKE"
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