State Of Witt's Monologue From The British Army

Hardman,

If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, that you are too cock-sure for your own good at times. I even spent my own time and effort leathering you every day, to try to get this trait out of you, lad. I can see potential in you, but you'll never get anywhere in the British Army, with the attitude that you've currently got. That's why I gave you a good, hard leathering daily, so that your buttocks were glowing when I'd finished and the message had hopefully sunk in. The harder that I laid the belt on, the more the penny seemed to be dropping, but then you blew all my efforts away, by overstepping the mark in front of Captain Berry. What were you shaggin' thinking about lad? During your last five or six leatherings, I've told you that Captain Berry has had his eye out for you, yet clearly you weren't listening! I don't know why I
Good Lord, you saw the state of Witt's backside after I had laid on five dozen strokes. Every inch of his backside was welted and the birch had bitten into his buttocks so hard that they were cut and bleeding. Can you imagine what state your buttocks are going to be in, once you have taken double the dose that Witt took? Especially as the birch gets increasingly more severe, the more strokes that a lad takes. Your buttocks will resemble a plate of chopped meat by the time I've laid on the last stroke, but that's of no concern to me, as I will do my Military Duty, however bloody and shredded your buttocks become. It has to be done, lad. You have brought this on yourself, even though I tried to mentor you, and you will now face the consequences. I guarantee you, that your Army Birching tomorrow will be the most painful experience of your life so far, but that's how it has to be, if you are to learn your lesson once and for