The Sergeant's Spanked Recruit

I have failed every drill on the board this cycle. My name sits at the bottom where the whole company can read it.
The only voice that ever mattered to me belongs to the man who put it there.

Sergeant Kerr does not shout on the field. He says my number and walks to the supply closet.
After Tuesday's failure he had me bent in there and spanked me until I had counted every stroke.
Then he took me against the shelving. He took more of me than the time before.

That is the shame of it. Not the closet. That he says good and it lands harder than anything else in my life.
He sets a hand between my shoulders and I stop being a man with opinions.

There is another drill Thursday and I am going to fail it.
Bent over. Counted out. Stripped of every excuse. Then claimed against the shelving with forty men on the field outside.
This is fraternization straight through the chain, two careers end if a rival opens that door, and I am hoping I miss the mark.
What am I if approval is the only thing that reaches me? What am I when he finishes this cycle and moves on?

A full-length gay military discipline humiliation erotic novel featuring a failing recruit and the drill sergeant who corrects him.