School of Discipline
““Expelled? Sergeant, please, no! I can’t get expelled; my dad will kill me. He had to pull strings to get me in here this semester. Please, anything but that!”
“I’ll give you one, and only one, alternative: I give you thirty strokes of the belt right here in the office, and you, Anderson, I’ll reduce to ten strokes of the belt, if you take it here and now. What do you say, gentlemen?”
“Thirty strokes! On the bare ass?”
“Yep. You man enough to take it or only man enough to run your mouth?”
“I’ll... take the strokes, Sergeant.”
“Yeah, me too, if it cuts the number in half.”
“Very well, gentlemen. Anderson, you’re first. Both of you, drop your shorts, and Anderson, bend over the desk,” the sergeant said as he got up. He went to a locker and took out a mean-looking black leather belt with a silver loop buckle that had obviously been broken in.
“You, Edwards, stand on the other side of the desk and watch your roomie’s face as he gets each stroke, and you count them out.”MoreLess
“I’ll give you one, and only one, alternative: I give you thirty strokes of the belt right here in the office, and you, Anderson, I’ll reduce to ten strokes of the belt, if you take it here and now. What do you say, gentlemen?”
“Thirty strokes! On the bare ass?”
“Yep. You man enough to take it or only man enough to run your mouth?”
“I’ll... take the strokes, Sergeant.”
“Yeah, me too, if it cuts the number in half.”
“Very well, gentlemen. Anderson, you’re first. Both of you, drop your shorts, and Anderson, bend over the desk,” the sergeant said as he got up. He went to a locker and took out a mean-looking black leather belt with a silver loop buckle that had obviously been broken in.
“You, Edwards, stand on the other side of the desk and watch your roomie’s face as he gets each stroke, and you count them out.”MoreLess
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