When I say 'Little Hotel on the Corner', I mean GUARD ROOM. Who had the worst beasting of their life whilst paying a visit? I spent two days polishing copper piping around the urinals and toilet and painting the edges of the floor black with a tooth brush. I bulled the RSM's parade boots and the finished them off with KLEER floor polish for the ultimate shine. It rained on his Monday AM parade and they went blue. I was in the SH*T and spent an few days in the Guard Room. One of the beasting was arms straight in front holding a floor buffer pole (lump of iron attached) touching the ceiling whilst adopting a stress position. If the top of the pole can of the ceiling, I got a wack on the ankles. I got marched to the cook house in triple time.On a normal walk it would take 2 minutes. With the RP's, half an hour of drill. Punishment or torture? I only had starch particles on my light weight's. Good old military discipline.