Air Force Training Base

Author: Tim

I was stationed at a training base in Illinois. I was a Sgt. while most airmen were just out of basic training.

When they would screw up they were put on restriction and extra military training which meant doing menial chores. I would hint that what they really needed was a good spanking. At least one fourth of them would react favorably to getting spanked in private rather than having to be restricted. One airman named Scott, was 18 and had never been spanked. I was in charge of the KP detail in a large dining hall and had caught Scott sleeping. He apologised profusely and begged me not to write him up. I told him that I didn't want to see him get into trouble and that what he had done was more immature than anything else. I said that if I had my way I would just turn him over and give him a good spanking. But, I couldn't do that because I would get in trouble for hitting a subordinate.

Scott, was dressed in his Air Force fatigues stood just over 6' tall and had beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes were staring into mine when he told me that his family didn't believe in spanking. And he had never been as much as swatted. But that his cousin had been spanked a lot. I didn't respond to that but just said that he should go back to work. He asked what I was going to do about finding him sleeping. I said that I was going to write it up as it wouldn't be fair to others who had been punished for him not to be. Scott begged me to change my mind. His girlfriend was coming up that week-end and he had not seen her in a long time. I told him that I couldn't ignore the situation and he should go back to work.

Later that morning he approached me and asked if we could speak in private. We went into a store room out back and Scott asked if there was an alternative punishment he could accept. We discussed different options that just couldn't have been finished in time for his weekend adventure with his girlfriend. It was then that he suggested a spanking. I hemmed and hawed and told him that it was against the rules and that I had just mentioned it in passing. He begged me to reconsider.

I finally gave in and led him to, of all places, a meat cooler. I took my place sitting on a big box of something. I'm not sure what. I told him to sit on a box opposite me and I lectured him about what he did. I don't know about him. But my 23yr. old butt was getting mighty cold. I told him that I didn't feel all that comfortable about taking down the pants of an airman and delivering a spanking. But that he didn't give me much choice.

He turned pale when I said pants down. Asked if it had to be pants down. I said that that was the only way I had ever heard of to spank and that we should get it over with. Oddly, he didn't argue. I had him come over and stand to my right. He did so without comment.

I reached up and undid his garrison belt. It isn't like a regular belt and it took me awhile to get it unfastened. At no time did he help me. The pants had buttons which I unfastened. He laid across my knee. His face was down very low and his white bubble butt was vulnerably exposed for the spanking to follow. I asked him how old he was and how long he had been sleeping. He said he was 18 and had been sleeping for about 15 minutes. I said okay and proceeded to spank him with my right hand. Before he had crossed my knee he had seemed concerned but never scared. Now he was receiving his first spanking and the reality was hitting home. I didn't start out light. Each smack was hard. Hand outstreched and firm.

Two smacks to the right, three to the left, then one and then the other. His butt was turning a bright red. After the 6th swat his right hand came back to defend himself. I caught it in mid-air and continued the spanking. I was lecturing as I spanked. "Are you going to act more mature. No more sleeping" "Yes Sir, I promise, please stop." I stopped at somewhere around the 33 spanks which was the total of his age and the amount of time he was sleeping. But I didn't let him up. I asked him if he had learned his lesson and he said yes. I was looking at his bottom and it was RED. Not bruised really, just a very deep red. I gave him 10 more and let him up. I noticed that when he had gone over my knee at the beginning of the spanking he had made one continuous move starting with the lowering of his boxer shorts. Sort of a modesty thing, not wanting to show his male organ. But when he got up from being spanked he was interested only in rubbing his very red and sore bottom. Modesty had flown out the window. He pulled his shorts and pants up and was still rubbing the seat of his pants as we left the cooler.

I told him that that sort of display was not a good idea. He smiled and agreed. The last thing he said to me was a thank you for not writing him up. I saw him in passing on a couple of occasions after that time but the spanking was never again mentioned.