Jasta 2 Initiation Memory

It is evening and I am with the men of Jasta 2. Boelcke is preparing the night's celebration by making sure that all those necessary are present. We are celebrating some of his latest victories and several of our own. He is handing out the special cups and at this moment all those presented with their cups also get initiated into the Jasta. We have all had a very nice meal and everyone's spirits are high and full of mirth. Hauptmann Boelcke has an extra special gleam in his eye tonight.

I am one of those that has receive his cup and we have toasted each other and are feeling rather tipsy. The Hauptmann proceeds to pull out his favourite bottle of Jägermeister liquor that is flavored like licorice. I hate the stuff. He fills each of our special cups with this liquor, which is much more than what I want to drink of it. There are about five of us who are to be added to those that have been formally welcomed into the Jasta. We also know what will happen after we drink our toast to King, Country, and Jasta. Our Hauptmann gets to ceremoniously spank us.

I look at the cup full of liquor and I can smell what it is going to taste like. I have already had a couple of glasses of beer and I am not sure how this will go down. I look at the other men who are with me and most of them are thrilled to be given some of the Hauptmann's prized liquor. I have an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. I am told not yet to drink it, which I am more than willing to wait.

The room is pretty dark except for a fire burning in the fire place and I think someone has a phonograph playing. Some officers are still eating while others have started the drinking quite heavily. Hauptmann Boelcke is really feeling the alcohol now and is ready to begin the fun. Boelcke has some of the previous initiates and officers do the work. We have to stand in a line. I am at the end of the line. The other gentlemen tie our hands behind our backs, which I find none too comfortable and always makes me want to squirm. Then a man stands in front of each of us and holds the cups up high while Hauptmann Boelcke stands up and makes his toast to King, Country, and the Jasta. Everyone else holds their own glasses high and listen to the Hauptmann. Then he makes the motion and gulps down his cup full. Everyone else in the room cheers and takes a drink from their own glasses and now it is our turn.

I look at the man who is holding the cup and he smiles at me and says, "You're gonna have to drink it all down Leutnant. And I am not allowed to stop pouring it down your throat. And if you spill any, you have to do a special favour for the Hauptmann in front of everyone." I was determined to drink it all. Every nasty drop. The first man is already drinking down his cup and the men are cheering. I watch this with anticipation. The man next to me does his best to gulp down the liquid, but fate or his helper has managed to spill a long drizzle of Jägermeister down the side of his face. There is a lot of cheering and jeering about the spill. And the man turns beet red. The Hauptmann beams mischievously and says, "We all know what that means for me!" (oral sex) He laughs and almost falls over from drinking too much.

I take a deep breath as I hear my name and the man in front of me holds the cup of Jägermeister. He looks at me as if to ask if I am ready and I nod. I think to myself open your throat and swallow the nasty stuff down and deal with the consequences later. The room fills with noise again as the cheering and jeering starts and I am triumphant and swallow the whole mess without spilling any. My stomach burns and I feel it go to my head. I may throw up later, but I don't have to do any special public favors for the Hauptmann.

Now the next portion of the festivities begins. Boelcke is brought his favorite chair and he is having trouble standing. Erwin is next to him and helps him steady himself. It seems that they have put the Hauptmann's chair up on a box so it is like a throne chair. And the Hauptmann is having trouble staying in his seat. There is much laughter as he proceeds to oversee the festivities. I can still hear the music in the background and men laughing and talking. I also feel very dizzy and hate having my hands bound behind my back. I see the first man taken up to the Hauptmann and he ceremoniously puts on his leather gloves and laughs that he doesn't want to get a sore hand since there are so many butts to be swatted tonight! A bunch of the guys laugh, especially those not being initiated tonight.

The man is bent over Boelcke's knee and his pants dropped and the chorus shouts out the count, ein, zwei, drei, vier...and up to zehn. Boelcke is loving the attention. I look down at the wooden floor feeling all the more dizzy. I need to get my hands untied. I feel almost sick. I sit down on the floor and manage to wiggle my hands under my butt and under my knees. And then finally work them in front of me. I stand back up. No one has noticed me. They are all busy counting the swats. I look down at the knots and start to untie them with my teeth. It was easy.

Then the second man was brought forth for his turn under Boelcke's hand. The roar of laughter and counting began. Several of the men fell to the floor with laughter as the man who had just been spanked kept asking them for them to untie his hands. I felt so sick from the Jägermeister and beer combination. Luckily, I was able to slip outside and throw up. As I hurled the contents of my stomach out my throat, I finally caught my breath and listened to the men cheering and laughing. My stomach seemed to be much better. My head also felt better too. The cool clear air of outside made me feel content within again. I noticed that my boots were now dirty from the dusty dirt and vomited alcohol splashing up. I wiped my mouth with a handkerchief from my pocket. As I stuffed it back into my trouser pocket I heard the sound from inside die down and then people calling "Manfred" and "Leutnant von Richthofen" was bellowed by Hauptmann Boelcke. A couple men came barging out the door and they called out that they had found me.

They grabbed a hold of me as I said that I had to thrown up. Herr Hauptmann had climbed off his throne and directed that I be tied up again and that my feet should also be bound. So I retook my place at the end of the line with Erwin standing next to me making sure that I didn't go anywhere. Some of the officers teased me that I didn't want to get spanked by the Hauptmann. At this point I didn't care as long as I didn't feel like vomiting again. Erwin looked at me reassuringly and just smiled as I said I had to throw up. The man before me was being spanked and then he was to perform the special favor for the Hauptmann. This bought me some time to feel better. I wasn't too excited about getting spanked and feeling ill at the same time. My stomach had cleared and I really didn't want to throw up as I was being initiated.

Lots of laughing and teasing went on while Boelcke was getting his special favor. He sat in his chair of honor until the deed was done and then it was my turn. I couldn't walk up because my legs had been bound. So an officer on each side of me lifted under the arms and placed me standing with my hands tied behind my back in front of Boelcke. This created a certain amount of laughter. They all wondered how I got myself untied and I just smiled at them. Then Boelcke says that I should get extra swats for untying myself. I looked at him funny and he said, "That wiped the grin off your face!" Then he requested that I be put into place and he gave me double the number of swats that the others got. nd Boelcke swats hard. It took me a couple of days to recover from that.