PUNISHING THE GUARD By Nigel Dean

I am an American Citizen now and I live in New York but I haven’t always been an American and lived in this truly wonderful country. I was born behind the Iron Curtain in a country in what is now called the Former Eastern Bloc but when I was growing up there was nothing former about it. Life was hard and at times very painful. I was so grateful when I was able to obtain a green card and emigrate to the United States. I have lots of stories I could tell you about my time as a boy and young man in my old country but let me share just one experience with you.

Every boy in my country had to do two years as a soldier in our army. I joined when I was seventeen and left just after my nineteenth birthday. The story I want to share happened just two months before I left the army.

All over the country we had concrete bunkers which were intended to be used against an enemy attack. We soldiers had to man these bunkers twenty-four hours a day. I think we knew that no enemy was ever going to come and so when it was time to be on guard we would always take it easy and have something of a rest. I was on night guard with a good friend of mine – Deni. That’s not his real name but I think you may find it hard to pronounce if I spelt it out for you now. He had smuggled into our guard bunker a bottle of home brewed raki, that’s a very strong alcoholic spirit which was widely drunk in all parts of the country. However, it was strictly forbidden for soldier to drink while on duty and we could have been in serious trouble for it if an officer found out.

Deni and I drank too much but it was night time so we just went to sleep. I should have heard the engine of the truck but the alcohol had sent me into a deep sleep. I awoke to feel a sharp prodding at the side of my head.

“Hey what ?”

I woke up suddenly and my shout aroused Deni as well. I could see from the torch light which was filling the inside of the bunker that our platoon corporal had arrived and that the prodding I had felt on my head was the end of his riffle.

“Get up !” He shouted.

Deni and I sprang to attention.

“Outside !”

“Why were you both asleep ?”

“Sorry corporal.”

“Sorry won’t help you when I tell the Captain. You could be shot for sleeping on duty !”

Nobody ever got shot for that, did they ? It was difficult to be sure.

“You’ll both have to be punished for this.”

We knew that.

“So do I punish you or do I report you ?”

Our corporal was a mean man, he was only a year or so older than us but a professional man in the army and not a conscript like Deni and me. But what ever he did to us wouldn't be easy but it would be better than being reported and dealt with officially. Not only would our punishment be severe but also our families would get to know and there would be a whole lot of shame attached to our offence. You may think that what we did was minor but in my old country and at that time it was very bad.

I looked at Deni and answered for us both. “You punish us Corporal.”

“Good, it is better that way but I warn you I will teach you a lesson you will not forget easily.”

He mean it.

“I am going to drive back to base and will return in fifteen minutes. When I am back I want you both stripped naked. You can keep your boots and your socks on, you will need them, but everything else comes off ! I want all your clothes folded neatly and placed on the floor. You will then stand behind them at attention.”

It was a strange order but we knew better than to argue, we were in enough trouble already. But I am always embarrassed about being nude in front of other people. When I first joined the army one hundred of us had to strip nude and wait in a line. One by one we had to go into a room where doctors and officers looked at our bodies to see if we were fit and had the muscles for training. I must have been naked for more than an hour waiting and it was kind of strange. But Deni was my friend so being nude with him probably wouldn’t be too bad.

We watched the corporal speed down the dusty path away from our guard bunker, a cloud of light brown sand kicked up in the morning light behind the tyres of the truck.

“Better do as he says,” Deni said. “Wonder what he is thinking.

I took off my battle tunic and folded it carefully before placing it on the ground. Next I pulled my green army shirt up and over my head. It was cold so early in the day, the sun was not yet reaching its proper place in the sky. Unlacing my boots was a longer process, he had said we should keep our boots and socks on but I needed to remove them first in order to take off my trousers and under-shorts.

Deni was ahead of me but paused for me to catch him up, I guess he was nervous about taking his trousers off first.

“Let’s do it together,” I suggested.

Dropping our trousers was easy but we both took an age to carefully fold them and place them on the small pile of clothing on the ground. Just our shorts remaining.

“What do you think he is going to do to us ?” Deni asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “He's mean, I know that !  Better get these off I suppose.”

I slowly pulled my shorts down to reveal my full body, then added them to the pile of army kit clothing. Neither said anything as we put our boots back and laced them tightly. I shot a glance at my friend, he looked dead cute there naked and he did have a magnificent cock. Not that mine was at all bad.

“Should we keep our caps on do you think ?”

“He said just our boots and socks so best not.”

In the distance we could see the truck returning so stood, each behind his pile of clothes, firmly to attention.

The truck skidded to a halt and the corporal stepped out.

“Good, I see you have done as you were told but don't expect me to go easy on you.”

He picked up first my clothing and then Deni’s. “You won’t be needing these,” he said as he put them inside the truck.

When he returned from reaching inside he was holding a ping-pong bat. In my old country ping-pong or table tennis was a popular sport and we all played it in the army base. The corporal was an excellent player with a hard shot and one who could return a ball so fast the opponent rarely caught it.

“Time now for your punishment. Turn and face the bunker.”

What was he going to do ?

I turned and looked at the grey concrete mushroom bunker rising out of the ground. Nobody actually knew how many of them littered the countryside, people would say there were more than a million but I don’t know. We were taught in army training that these bunkers were so strong they would withstand a direct hit by a nuclear bomb dropped by an enemy and we believed all we were taught. I know now that was just propaganda but as I turned to face that particular concrete guard post I regarded it as a strong fortress in our country’s defence against the decadent West.

The corporals strong hands pushed me forward and positioned me with my hands slightly above my shoulder and resting forwards against the bunker. Next he pushed Deni into a similar position and slightly to my right.

“Time for punishment to begin !”

I could not see him but could feel him standing behind me and knew exactly what he was doing. He lifted the ping-pong bat and swat a hard back hander onto my left buttock cheek. It stung like hell as the pimpled rubber surface hit my bare behind. I gasped slightly then straight sway he hit my other buttock equally as hard.

“Stand still ! Don’t move !”

He took a pace to the side and hit Deni twice, once on each buttock. I heard the slap-slap as my friends’ flesh too was bruised.

My backside was stinging and I guess each cheek now had a glowing red patch but this punishment was better than being reported to the captain who commanded our army base. Having been told not to move by the corporal I had remained in the same position with my hands against the concrete bunker. Now that Deni had also received his punishment I presumed we would be told to move. But no. The corporal moved back to his original position behind me and slapped another two hard strokes, one on each of my already hurting buttocks. I bit my lip to avoid calling out with the pain.

Given that I had received a second dose Deni knew what was coming his way. He turned his face to his left and I to my right. We looked at one another.

SLAP ! SLAP ! A back hander followed by a forehander one on each of my friend’s buttocks.

I knew now that there was more to come, just how much more I dared not think.

SLAP ! SLAP ! Two more strokes on my tender behind.

SLAP ! SLAP ! Two more on Deni’s rear.

We had now each received six hard hits with the ping-pong bat. How many more ?

I knew the corporal was behind me and preparing to beat me again.

SLAP ! SLAP ! Bringing the total up to eight. I looked at my friend and tried to smile but the pain was so intense and growing. I watched Deni as he braced himself. SLAP ! SLAP !

I knew things were going to go on for some time yet. I just wondered how much more I could stand.

SLAP ! SLAP ! My behind was on fire and every time the corporal hit me it was as if he was beating me twice as hard as the time before. SLAP ! SLAP ! Deni again. Ten strokes each now, five on each buttock. It was agony, at least a firing squad would have been quick !

SLAP ! SLAP ! Again my bottom received a beating. SLAP ! SLAP ! Again Deni took his turn at the punishment.

SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! That was fourteen strokes each.

Deni looked to be in a trance and I was also. The beating could go on now for as long as the corporal wanted, the pain had reached a level where my whole body was trembling in agony. Further beatings would only prolong the time not increase the level of the pain.

SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! Sixteen strokes each. Deni tried to force a grin.

SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! I tried to grin back. Eighteen strokes each.

SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! Although I have said the beating could get no more fierce those were the hardest and most painful strokes yet. TWENTY STROKES EACH !

There was a pause and I knew our ordeal was over. The corporal was now admiring his work. My behind was a raging forest fire and he was simply watching it burn.

“Turn round.”

We obeyed his order and I instinctively moved to place my hands between my legs and cover my dick.

“Keep your hands by your sides ! Stand to attention !”

Strange as it may sound, strange as it may be the thrashing had a sensual side to it and my cock was a little semi-hard. Although my eyes were supposed to be facing the front I shot a very quick glance at Deni’s dick and saw it too was throbbing ever so slightly. The corporal noticed too and smiled.

“Punishment over,” he said. “I doubt you will ever fall asleep on guard duty again.”

“No corporal.” We most certainly wouldn’t, that was for sure.

“But just in case and as a reminder I am going to keep your clothes until the end of your guard duty. You can finish the remaining two hours in the nude. AND you can walk back to the camp nude. Let everyone see your arses and the tanning you have received. Perhaps it will encourage others not to commit the same crime.”

“Yes corporal.”

And so it was we did indeed finish our duty at that concrete bunker in the nude. I inspected my friend’s behind for him and tried to describe the glowing buttocks while he did the same for me. Amidst incredible embarrassment we had to walk back to camp wearing only our army boots and socks. So many people appeared to be out on the road, we received many stares, comments – some funny and some not and more whistles than I can here list. When we got back to the army base the corporal had told everyone there what had happened and they all turned out to look at us and cheer.

Two things happened in my life as a result of that day. I never went to sleep while on duty again, never even felt tired. And I simply can’t stand the game of ping-pong any more !

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