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corporal punishment. It was time to deal with them on Friday before lights out—on Friday and Saturday nights, the curfew was extended until midnight—and the barracks was called together at nine thirty by the barracks sergeant.
    When roll call was announced, the men made their dash into the dayroom, surprised to find both the captain and another barracks sergeant present as well. When everyone found a seat and settled in, Sergeant McDonald began speaking.
    “As you can see, the captain is here, along with Sergeant Miller from Bravo barracks. The reason they’re here is because of the sheer amount of infractions handed out by your instructors, the sergeants, and even one by the lieutenant. The captain is concerned enough about the trend developing here that he has issued punishment notices to a dozen of you men. Tonight, those notices will be carried out by me and Sergeant Miller while the captain witnesses his orders carried out.”
    The captain moved forward and spoke.
    “As Sergeant McDonald has stated, I am, in fact, concerned by the amount of infractions issued in only two weeks! Many of them are for being sloppy… sloppy with your time requirements for being at a certain place at a certain time. You seem to think you can just wander into a class or lecture when you please. This is civilian thinking, and you are here to learn to think like military men.
    “Uniform write-ups are also a problem. You are required to maintain your uniforms in a clean, pressed, fully repaired state, and some of you are failing to do so. While the failures given during inspections have dropped from the first few days, infractions are still being turned up by the sergeant. You have charts! How can you not have your rooms together? It is obvious that the military way of doing things is just not important to some of you. That will change. From now on, you will be on time when you’re required to be somewhere and when you get there, you must be in the uniform of the day and it must be properly worn!
    “I’ve taken steps to nip this is the bud. Twelve of you will each receive the maximum one-day total of strokes from the sergeants. I leave the choice of instrument up to them. If you become a repeat offender and reach twenty demerits again, your punishment will be double. If there is a third set of demerits at that level, you will be restricted to your room when not in class or on the parade grounds, and you will receive thirty punishment strokes.
    “That’s all the chances you get. If there is a fourth time, I will recommend that you be expelled from this school as unfit for military standards and therefore ineligible to continue any further with your education here or any other military school. That is all.”

Chapter Three
     
    E VERYONE in the room became antsy, and they began to shift around on their asses, thinking of the punishment. As far as Cory and Blaine knew, they were not on the list as they had worked off their previous demerits that night in the sergeant’s office.
    Sergeant McDonald read off the list of twelve names, and those men were ordered to the front of the room. Two of the men were ordered to move the pommel horse there as well.
    “Sergeant Miller and I will alternate in administering the strokes so that we are giving five to each of you. Wojeck, you’re first. Get up here, drop your shorts and underwear, and bend over the horse.”
    The cadet moved slowly and looked like he was going to start crying at any moment. He hesitated before lowering his shorts but finally did it and bent over the horse. Two belts were produced, and each sergeant stood on one side of the cadet.
    “You will count out each stroke after it lands,” McDonald ordered
    He looked around and saw fear on a majority of the faces in the room, but not on the face of either Cory or Blaine. McDonald drew back his right arm and brought the belt down on Cadet Wojeck’s ass. The cadet moaned out, “One.” Sergeant Miller then let fly with number