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‘An Officer’s Story’ : Excellent new M/F spanking story

‘An Officer’s Story’ is yet another example of the wonderful imaginations of our fellow spanking enthusiasts. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I have! (Brief Encounter story writing contest entry.)


–  Dana

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An officers story. 




As a Commander in the Navy I have the usual pleasure to meet and greet the new officers in my command. Today I am standing on the train platform waiting for the 4:40 to arrive from San Francisco. I wander from end to end, wondering just what this new nurse is going to be like. She seems pretty competent, from her last fitness report, and the only disconcerting comment was she was some what unconventional in a military sense. I am not quite sure what that meant, but I have run into all sorts in my military career and certainly know how to handle a defiant nurse. 


The train finally pulls in and I wait for my new arrival to debark. No nurse. Soon the train picks up some new passengers and departs. “Well, where the blazes is she?” I look around and the entire platform is empty except of one person, a woman, wearing a miniskirt, smoking a cigarette, looking a bit lost. This couldn’t be my new nurse….just couldn’t be. But our eyes meet and she saunters over as I start waking toward her. “Lieutenant Taylor?” I asks. “Yeah, that’s me.” She replies. “Lieutenant, we do observed military courtesy around here, and it’s ‘yes sir,’ not ‘yeah,’ do I make myself clear?”
“Oh, yes surh,” she replied scarcasically. “Lieutenant, if we’re going to get along, it’s going to start right now, is that understood?”   
“You sound like my father, but I’ll try, sir, she replied with a bit more sincerity in her voice. 
“I don’t know how they ran things up North, but you will observe military courtesy here….again, am I understood? And, where is your uniform?” 
“Well I didn’t think it was necessary while traveling, sir. ”  “It’s necessary now, and put out that cigarette. Now, I get your bags and we’ll get to the base and discuss this again.” She causally flipped the cigarette butt onto the platform and snuffed in with her shoe. I just shook my head and stared at her. “What?” she said. “You’re lucky that you’re an officer, or you’d be eating that butt,” I warned. “Whatever” she replied as we made to baggage claim, just off the platform. 

As I picked up her bags and made it to the car, she trailed behind and finally got to the car and sat down. “When we get to the base and the BOQ, (Basic Officers Quarters) you will be in uniform immediately is that clear?”  “Yes sir” was the meek reply. 

It was a half-hour ride to the base and she never said a word during that time, and neither did I. We rolled up to and through the main gate and around the base to the BAQ.  I stopped the car and walked her up to the front door and opened it. 
“You’re the only one her now, but another two nurses with be joining you by the end of the week, Now. I’m going to be back in 30 minuted and I want to see you in uniform and ready for duty…again, do I make myself clear? 
She looked at me with a bit of defiance, and uttered out another meek, “Yes sir.”

I did return in 30 minutes and there was my new nurse, still not in uniform, sitting on the front stoop again smoking a cigarette. 

“Lieutenant, just what the hell do you think you’re doing”? “I gave you a direct order and I expect it to be followed to the letter, Now you put that cigarette out, walk right back in there and get into uniform…” With that she flicked the cigarettes butt out to the grass and looked at me with a “what are you going to do about it” look and turned to the door. “Lieutenant,” I said as I followed her through the door, “You’re going have a little lesson in how I run things around here, Now get changed NOW” “Then, I want you standing at attention right here.” I said, pointing at a spot on the deck.” She just nodded with a nonchalance glance and shuffled off to the bedroom to change. “Daddy’s little darlin” I thought as I waited and waited, pacing the floor. Finally she emerged in uniform….white stockings, crisp starched nurses dress and her hat. “Right here, at attention” I pointed to a spot on the deck. “That’s better,” I said, as she dutifully complied.  

 “That’s better. Now do you want to explain your actions? You’re a nurse and an officer for christsakes. You’re suppose to be setting an example, and you act like a fricking hipster or something. That is completely unacceptable here. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?
 

“Well? No answer? If this were the British Navy I’d have you flogged for insubordination and failing do obey a direct order” “What? I didn’t hear you.”  “You didn’t think it was important? “That’s it? You didn’t think it was important?”

 “That’s no excuse around here and we’re going to make sure you learn this right here and now!. Maybe I can’t have you flogged, but I certainly can do the next best thing.” “Get over here, and that’s an order.

Sitting on the corner of the sofa, I grabbed her  arm and drag her across my knee.

 “Please sir, you can’t do this…” “Oh, yes I can; and besides that, who are you going to tell, your superior officer?…Oh, wait, that’s me”!

 I smoothed the startchy material of her pure white dress uniform and start giving her good hard spanks on the back of her dress. In moments her white-stocking clad legs start kicking like a little girl.

 “Stop that” I command. “Yes, sir, but your hurting me.” I’ll do more than that if you don’t keep your legs still.” As I continue the spanking with hard,
 slapping slaps. Then it stops.

 “I am not sure I’m getting though to you Lieutentant, this certainly doesn’t seem to be making the kind of impression I wish to make on you.

I start to lift the back of her dress and she tried to protest and reach back to keep it down. I slapped her hands away.  “Now stop that, and that’s an order. You’ll take every bit of this spanking and more if I desire. Do I make myself clear, Lieutentant? Good. 

 I lifted the back uniform dress and lacy hemmed slip and find she is wearing some bright red lace panties and a garter belt for the white stockings.

 “Are these standard issue, Lieutenant?”  I say snapping the waist band several times. “No, sir.” “NO, Sir? Is that all you can say”? “I should make you change right now, but that can wait for a bit. I’m sure your ass won’t know the difference in a few minutes anyway.”

 I start spanking her well-rounded and very shapely bottom again. Up, down, upper thighs, hard stinging swats. “Quit moving.” I stop only long enough to yank these panties down and then keep on spanking until her  bottom is red, red and red hot. Then I stop. “OK, lieutenant, get up and I want you to stand right here,” I say pointing to the same place on the deck. “Right here, and keep that dress up so I can see that red bottom of yours; It does match those red panties quite a bit. Now, I am going out for a few minutes. When I get back you’d better have your standard issue panties and stockings on and standing exactly right here; And, you will bring those red panties with you, and then then we’ll finish your punishment.”

“But, sir, you can’t…” “I told you what you can do with that. Now keep your mouth shut, unless you want to go on report also. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, LIEUTENANT? GOOD.”

 After I leave, she sheepishly moved to the bedroom to remove the lacy red panties and put on the standard white ones, also removing the garter belt and pulling on the white pantyhose stocking wondering just what happened and what is going to happen. Her bottom is red, throbbing and so hot and tears were swelling up in her eyes. “What a bastard” she thought, I really never thought he’s actually spank me and so hard…boy, damn, my bottom hurts!”

 She removes the red lacy panties and replaces them with the standard issue white nylon ones and changes into the white pantyhose, She lets her  dress down smoothing it out as she leaves the room and reenters the front room and moves toward the attention spot on the floor holding the red panties in bunched up in her right hand before he comes through the door.

 “I can’t believe this is happening. I know I probably deserved this, but I cannot believe it! Turned over  his knee and spanked like a little bratty girl. Here I am a Lieutenant in the Navy…an officer and to have a superior treat me like this is, is, well, maybe not so bad. Beside that, I guess I did deserved it.”

This, and a myriad of other thoughts rush through her slightly dizzy head. Then she is brought back to reality when she hears the main door opening as she  rushes to re-assume her position at attention looking at the front door.

Before the door is completely open, you hear the order to about face. You dutifully turn so you back is to the door. You hear the door close behind you.

 “OK, Lieutenant, lets do a uniform check. lift the back of your dress. Yes, that’s much better, I never want to see you out of uniform again, is that clear?  “Civvies are for civilians, not officers. Now let down your dress and turn around. 
 She slowly turned around and are horrified to see him holding a long slender switch.

 “I had one hell of a time trying to find this switch, around here, but I think it will do the job.”

 “Sir, you can’t be serious. You can’t whip me with that.”

“Lieutenant, I think we’re already past what I can and can’t do. Now, put those red panties you have in your right hand, down on this end of the sofa and then I want you to bend over this end. I want you to be looking at those panties and remember  they are at least half the cause of this punishment, your attitude the other.”


You hesitate, but slowly turn.

 “Not fast enough,” you’re told, and then hear a very audible swish, and then feel a deep burning sensation on your calf’s. “Ouch, my God that hurts.”

 “Well then get moving. There is a much better place to use this supple switch on,” as another stroke finds its spot just above the last one.

“Ow. I hurrying”!  she assert as she tosses the red panties on the sofa and slowly moves to the other end. She glances over to him, avoiding eye contact, but fixated with the slender switch he is flexing in his hands and tapping on his pant leg. She stares at the end of the sofa and places her hands on the couch and then stops short of actually bending over. 

 “Good, now bend over the end and put your hands in from of you and get a good look at those red panties. Do it now! I am not going to tell you again.” 
Now you obediently comply this time. Your bottom is jutted up in just the right position, and you feel your dress being pulled up. No use in trying to talk your way out of this. You try to prostest when he takes down your pantyhose to mid-thigh only to be reminded that back talk will get you an extra stroke.



Your muscles tense up when you hear the swish of the switch cutting though the air and then being gently tapped on your panties, now taut on your well-positioned bottom.


“Now hold still and this will be over soon.” “Yes, sir, “you mumble, your hands grabbing on to the cushions still looking at those panties that seemed to have cause all this mess.


The first stroke lands squarely across your bottom, you yelp and reach back to protect yourself only to find the switch lightly hitting your hand back to
above your head.  The next stroke falls, you shriek. Then another and another. The switching goes on. Stroke after cutting stroke. Deep, penetrating, burning, strokes searing your poor bottom.

Suddenly it stops, but then you feel your and panties being yanked down again, but tpo spent to do a damn thing about it.

“We’re almost done, Lieutenant. I think I finally getting through to you and next time you’ll remember to act like an lady and an officer. Now hold still
 for the remainder of your punishment.”

Again the switch starts cutting stripes on your bottom. Another 15 or 20 searing strokes, but you’ve lost count.

Finally, a few breath-taking criss-cross strokes across the already redded weals of your very sore bottom.   The whipping stops.
 You lay there, with tears welled up in your eyes, and still clenching the red panties in both hands.

“OK, Lieutenant, rub your bottom if you wish. I think I’ve got my message across” he said as he tosses the well-worn and frayed switch in front of her on the sofa.

“Yes, sir, you certainly have,” she says still gasping for breath. You reach back and lightly caress your very tender bottom with the red panties.

“Now, pull yourself together and meet me at the bar in the Officers Club in 30 minutes and I’ll buy you a drink and we can talk about military justice.”  With that and not a word more her commanding officer calmly walks out the door.

You stand up and make your way to the full length mirror.

Your bottom is stripped like a barber pole. You eyes are still tearing and your hair is a mess.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face and place a cold damp hand cloth on your bottom. Ah,
at least some relief! You very carefully pull up your stockings and panties trying not to let them touch your skin, and
let your slip and dress down. You fix your make-up, brush your hair and make yourself presentable. You make your way to the front room and  sit, albeit very gingerly, on the corner of the sofa thinking about what just happened. Laying on the sofa is that wicked slender little switch that just layed into your bottom along with your red panties..  

 “Nasty little thing.” you think. You pick it up, swish it in the air a few times just to hear it, and a shiver goes up your spine….you place it on the end table and then retrieve your non-standard red lacy panties and look long and hard at them. In a minute,  you pull up your dress and  gingerly remove your standard issued panties and pull the red ones on again. Owie, ooh, holy cow, he whipped me good,” you think to yourself as that material goes over the her well welted bottom.  “Hell, he’ll  never know, you convince yourself and again don the garter belt and white stockings. “There!” You glare defiantly at yourself in the mirror and you let your dress down and smooth it out. “At least that feels better!”
“Now, for that drink. I hope I can stand at the bar.”
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One Reply to “‘An Officer’s Story’ : Excellent new M/F spanking story”

  1. Sexy story! And I LOVE the fact she not only challenged “authority”, but also retained her defiant nature even after she earned a sore bottom! :)

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