This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
From Top to Bottom
By
Starship <starship_64@yahoo.com>
"I can't believe it!" Private Frank Janovek announced with a grin as he entered the barracks. "We've finally got passes, after being in this country for... how long now?"
"Too damn long," somebody shouted back from the other side of the room.
"Too damn long is right," echoed PFC Jerry Baker, checking his tie in the long wall-mounted mirror. "I'm starting to think the war's going to be over before they get around to holding this invasion we've been practicing."
"Hey, I don't know about the rest of you mugs," Janovek continued, "but I'm going to see if I can find me one of them nice English girls I've been hearing about."
"I'm all for that!" Baker agreed.
"Not me, boys," proclaimed Corporal Ted Allen. "I've got a gal waiting for me back home. Besides, I promised my folks I'd send them a picture of London Bridge."
"You clowns just make sure you're all back here before lights out," warned First Sergeant Miller, who had just that moment entered the barracks.
"Hey, what are they going to do if we're late?" Janovek asked, still grinning. "Make us invade Germany?"
The first sergeant snorted. "When I get through with you, you'll _wish_ you just had the Germans to deal with!"
"So Top, what are you going to do in town?" Allen asked.
"None of your business," Miller replied without animosity. "I just stopped by to make sure you ladies look presentable before you head out. Don't forget, you're representing Uncle Sam out there."
"Don't worry Top," Janovek replied. "I won't do anything my mother hasn't done."
"I thought Top was our mother," somebody in the back said. There was laughter all around as Miller, smiling himself, took his leave.
A little more than an hour later Sergeant Miller exited the Underground, following the directions he had written down. A short walk from the station, and then up two flights of stairs brought him to a plain yellow door marked only by a number. Heart pounding, he took a deep breath then reached out and pressed the buzzer.
The door was answered by a tall, slender woman with curly blond hair. "Miss Perkins?" he asked timidly, "I'm First Sergeant Mike Miller. We spoke on the phone."
"You're late," the woman said sternly as she stepped out of the way and motioned for him to enter.
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry." Miller stepped through the door and she closed it behind him. "I got held up leaving the base."
"I do not accept excuses young man," Miss Perkins snapped. "And you're going to be a lot sorrier when I'm finished with you. I imagine a good slippering will teach you to be more punctual. And if I have any further trouble out of you, it'll be the cane! Now get going into the back room."
"Yes ma'am," the first sergeant replied, trying to hide his grin as he shuffled, eyes downcast, in the direction Miss Perkins was pointing.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
Was it the Hollies who first sang 'I cant tell the bottom from the top' and in this yarn of lantern jawed GI's ready to defend the planet, Starship has highlighted the secret world of the professional gritty sergeant who just wants to be dominated. Nicely told story and good ending.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Another Starship historical story. And I loved it. And I didn't mind that it was F/M. Starship is very good at these stories. I get the feel of the era in so few words and that is amazing to me. I hope he posts more historical ones.