Finding himself dateless on a Friday evening was, unfortunately, something Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc had grown used to in his time as a military man. Especially since serving under Colonel Roy Mustang. The superior officer seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in ruining Havoc's chances with as many girls as possible, as often as possible. Having to cancel his most recent date due to a long meeting in Roy's office going overtime was, unfortunately, par for the course in Havoc's cursed, dateless life.
Havoc chewed his cigarette as Roy paced back and forth, berating him and the rest of the office guys. Apparently, there'd been a lack of discipline recently, and Roy wanted to quell the problem immediately. Probably wouldn't get his blasted promotions otherwise.
Havoc only payed half-attention as Roy seemed to go on and on, and thought instead about the latest girl he'd tried to get with--a pretty thing who helped out at the local cafe. If he'd known that this meeting would only involve Colonel Mustang lecturing them for an hour on proper work efficiency, he might've blown it off and went out with her. But, with his luck, the Colonel would show up at the expensive restaurant Havoc would book especially for the occasion, and proceed to drag him back to headquarters by force. And likely just as he'd be about to score, too . . .
"Second Lieutenant Havoc, please stay after. I have some disciplinary problems I'd like to handle with you personally," Roy told him, gathering papers on his desk.
Havoc started. Apparently while he'd been daydreaming, the meeting had ended. Feury and a grumbling Breda filed out past him. They were followed by Falman who muttered something about how if their commanding officer was less of a bum then maybe the whole of the group's efficiency would rise accordingly. Havoc was left alone in the office with the Colonel. Geez, what'd he do now?
"You, uh, had something you wanted to say to me, sir?" Havoc asked the man uneasily. What was this about? Had the Colonel found out that he'd smuggled porn into work? But he only looked at those in the bathroom! Well, and at his desk sometimes-- but only on really slow days. Havoc swallowed slightly, recalling various infractions he'd made in his time as one of Roy Mustang's subordinates.
"Yes, Second Lieutenant," Roy said, giving him an odd look. It was sort of a smile, or maybe more a leer. Havoc could never tell around the Colonel. "Lately you've been one of the worst offenders when it comes to efficiency. You've been coming in late more and more often in the mornings, often with hangovers." Havoc winced. That much was true.
"--Have been wasting time on personal phone calls." Havoc gulped. Damn, he knew Fuery had been wrong when he'd said that Roy couldn't access the phone records!
"--You leave ashes and cigarette butts everywhere." Havoc sighed. That was a common complaint.
"--Your uniform is routinely rumpled, and occasionally you choose not to wear proper work attire at all," Roy finished, a tad smugly. He was referring to the time when Havoc had arrived at headquarters comically missing his pants. Long story. Havoc seethed. He was going to get back at Second Lieutenant Breda for that!
Havoc gathered himself up. "Sir, I--"
"As your commanding officer, I have several options for correctional action I may take," Roy continued, interrupting the man. "Now, I believe for the rest of the men, that little speech I just gave will be sufficient to keep them on the right track. You, however, tend to learn more from actions than words, and so I've decided to do something with you that's a little more . . . hands on. Get to the seat of the problem, if you will." There was that Mustang Look again. Someday Havoc would figure out what it meant. As he spoke, Roy took his office chair from behind his desk and moved it out, lifting and carrying it to place it in the middle of the floor.
Havoc straightened, and looked curiously at the chair. " . . . Sir?" he asked.
Roy smirked at him. His voice, though, was stern as he said, "Second Lieutenant Havoc, I'm going to give you a good spanking."
Havoc's mouth fell open and his cigarette almost dropped out. "WHAT? Sir, I . . . you can't do that!"
"On the contrary, Second Lieutenant, I can." Roy rested his hand on the back of his chair, rubbing lightly over the polished oak. "Corporal punishment is a time honored tradition in the military, going back centuries. If anything, I'd be remiss in my duties if I didn't discipline you properly for your various misconducts."
"I . . . but . . . !" Havoc sputtered. Was Roy really serious? "Sir, c'mon . . . I haven't got spanked since I was a kid on the farm! I'm way too old! Stop kidding around . . . "
The look on Roy's face suddenly darkened. "If you prefer, Second Lieutenant, I'm sure I can think of a punishment more suitable for your age. Perhaps a stack of paperwork every Friday evening, followed by busywork throughout the day on Saturday?"
Havoc grimaced. Damnit . . . Colonel Mustang knew his weak spots too well. That arrogant, manipulative bastard of a colonel! "Ah, sir, c'mon. You know I . . . "
"You what, Second Lieutenant? I'm sure your dates wouldn't mind coming down to your desk every week for any romantic interludes you might have planned."
Havoc huffed. And then sighed. Roy had him whupped and he knew it. In this case, probably not even figuratively. " . . . I'll take it, sir," he said.
"Take what, Second Lieutenant?" Mustang asked him, smirking again. Jean seethed. The bastard was playing with him!
"I'll take the . . . the . . . spanking," He flushed just saying it. He was a grown man, for godsakes! Career military! But now he felt like a little kid again, about to get spanked by his pa for not doing his chores. He looked around the room. He had a bad feeling he knew why Roy had moved that chair now. "Er . . . how do you want me? Should I bend over the desk, or . . . ?"
"I was thinking over my lap," Roy said. He seated himself in the hardwood chair, and patted his knee in silent beckoning.
Havoc swallowed as he moved towards his commanding officer. Damnit, if this wasn't the most humiliating thing Colonel Mustang had made him do yet! His face flushed hot as he stood before the colonel, and inwardly fought between his urges to submit, or to slug the other man. But, in the end, he awkwardly placed himself over Roy's uniformed thighs. Somehow, his predicament was made even worse because he was placing himself in the embarrassing position, willingly submitting and going over the lap like a naughty boy who had it coming. For a second, Havoc though he heard a noise coming from behind the office door--but then Roy was shifting him around, and his thoughts went elsewhere.
The Colonel adjusted him to his liking, pushing Havoc's body forward slightly over his lap and raising his knee slightly to lift Havoc's rear upwards. Havoc braced his hands on the hard floor in front of him. Behind him, his feet could almost touch the floorboards. His ass, Havoc realized, was quite well placed over Roy's lap. It had become the highest point on Havoc's body, and he could feel the fabric of his uniform trousers tightening slightly over his buttocks. In this position his ass probably looked very . . . well, spankable. Had Roy done this sort of thing before?
Havoc had always admired the way the uniform presented his backside. The cut of the blue military trousers always caused it to jut out perfectly, and the ladies loved a man's butt in uniform. Now, however, that good-looking rump was going to work against him. Roy pushed the hem of Havoc's jacket up his back slightly, clearing it from the target area, which now lay open to attack and temptingly vulnerable.
Roy smirked. He'd really have to thank Fuery for this later. Excellent information gathering on Havoc's behaviors. Giving the shy man a direct order to mislead Havoc about the phone records had been a stroke of genius on Roy's part, if he did say so himself. And now, Roy had his blond, strapping subordinate right where he wanted him.
He ran a gloved hand over Havoc's rump, smoothing the fabric over the man's rear and, while he was at it, taking stock of just how firm Havoc's backside really was underneath those snug trousers. Havoc started at the unfamiliar contact on his ass, jumping slightly. "Colonel!" he said in a scandalized voice.
"What?" Roy asked, bemused. "I'll be doing a lot worse than that shortly." And then, as if to prove his point, Roy raised a gloved hand and then snapped it down, falling hard on the seat of the lieutenant's rear. It landed with a loud WHAP!
Havoc yelped at the stinging spank, which was quickly followed by many more. He'd forgotten how much a spanking could hurt. And Roy definitely wasn't holding back any force. His backside rapidly started heating up, and it wasn't long before Havoc was grunting and squirming over the other man's knees. "Ahh--Colonel . . . ! Not so hard! Ouch . . . That hurts!"
Roy's answer was another volley of swats to the other man's rump. No area of Havoc's ass was left untouched, as the colonel beat the entirety of the backside-hugging seat of Havoc's military trousers. Roy enjoyed watching the way the muscles in Havoc's ass flexed and squirmed after each whack, as they tried in vain to evade the painful blows. The struggles were clearly visible in the tight fitting trousers.
"Ow--! Colonel, c'mooon . . . !" Havoc whined. He wriggled harder from the spanks, grinding his body down into Roy's lap. How the hell had he gone from having a hot date on a Friday night, to finding himself over his Colonels' knee getting spanked like a kid!? And in full military uniform, no less! "You can't do this! Oww, it's wrong . . . ! Grown man, damnit--! Argh . . . This isn't fair! Ooooh!"
Roy paused for a moment, his hand breaking off from delivering the painful punishment. After a long moment of careful consideration, he said, "You're right, Second Lieutenant. I am doing this wrong. These pants of yours are clearly getting in the way."
"W--wha . . . !?" Havoc said, before he felt Roy's hands working down underneath him at his zipper. With a practiced movement, Roy had Havoc's pants shucked down to his knees, where they were quickly followed by his regulation underwear. "H-hey!" Havoc said, feeling the draft of the office fan on his bare ass. Both of his round, toned buttocks sported a deep pink hue, in stark contrast to the healthy farmboy tan visible on his thighs and lower back. Roy soon got to work turning the color on Havoc's butt from pink to red.
On the other side of Roy's closed office door, the other three male officers of Mustang's command were gathered just outside. They listened closely as the sound of the hand spanking a clothed behind stopped, only to shortly resume as the sound of hand spanking bare flesh.
"But really, what's the Colonel thinking . . . ?" Falman whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to alert the two men inside to their presence, and also not to block out any sound of the bare-bottom spanking all three of them were listening to. "Corporal punishment in the military hasn't been used for at least fifty years--and even when it was it was, it was typically only done in the field under times of great duress . . . "
"Yeah, but I don't think Second Lieutenant Havoc knows that . . . " Fuery whispered back, adjusting his glasses to better see through the keyhole. "He's never had much interest in history . . . " the young man cocked his head. "You know, that's strange. Colonel Mustang asked me just the other day whether or not Mister Havoc had gotten good marks on that subject back in basic training . . . I wonder if there's a connection?"
From inside Roy's office, the three men could make out the sounds of protests rising once again from Havoc, saying that he was too old for this, and also that his "achin' butt" couldn't take any more. In response, they heard Mustang's stern voice replying that Havoc had it coming, and that if he didn't stop squirming then Mustang would use flame alchemy to really burn his ass.
The three men outside were suddenly trying very conspicuously to adjust their trousers.
"Who cares!?" Breda exploded in a strangled whisper. He nudged Fuery. "More to the point, it's my turn to see. You're hogging all the fun." When Fuery moved aside with a pout, Breda hunkered his stocky frame down to the keyhole and looked through it himself.
It was a good thing Colonel Mustang had moved his chair to the center of the room. It gave anyone looking in through the keyhole a perfect view. He could clearly see Havoc's naked butt jerking and bouncing with each heavy spank the Colonel delivered, leaving a pale handprint for an instant before it filled in with red. Havoc was groaning and yelping with each spank, and twisting and turning his body across Mustang's lap in an attempt to delay the next smack. This was, of course, futile. It DID, however, give Breda several excellent views of Havoc's dimpled red ass cheeks, and also the guy's slightly engorged penis when he twisted the other way.
"Heheh, oh yeah. He's getting it good now!" Breda whispered with a grin, bringing a hand to rub at the bulge in his pants.
The other two gathered closer behind Breda to better hear the discipline session. The sound of clapping grew louder as Roy increased the force of his whacks, and Havoc started really hollering.
For all men involved, besides Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, it was not a bad way at all to spend a Friday evening.