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The Major & Corporeal Punishment Burnt_Feathers} 

                         (MF, job, Mdom, reluc, pett, anal, span)

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The Major & Corporeal Punishment
by Burnt Feathers ©




The Major's new secretary had, without realizing it, been
treading on thin ice all week. This new girl was an easy-going
feckless sort of bird, while the Major was a martinet and a high
stickler. By Friday afternoon her luck had run out.

"What's this?" the Major roared, pointing to the letter that the
new girl had just delivered. "You've typed 'whereis,' when you
should have typed 'whereas.'"

"Oh, that's all right," the new girl answered cheerfully, "I'll
just use a little whiteout. No one will notice."

"No one will notice?" the Major's temper began to ascend.

"Yeah, there's been a little bit of whiteout on every letter I
sent this week," she chuckled.

"You sent faulty letters out from my office?"

"No one noticed," the girl's voice faltered.

"No one noticed? I just noticed!" the Major howled. "I won't
accept faulty work, missy, and its high time that I impress that
fact upon you."

The Major shot out an hand, grabbing the girl by her arm. She
reacted by pulling loose, but was off-balance. The Major caught
her again, this time by a pendant bosom, spinning her closer to
his chair. As the new girl teetered beside him, the Major grabbed
the hem of her dress and lifted it, tipping her accurately into
his lap.

With her dress above her waist, the new girl's pink pantie-clad
bottom plunked suddenly onto the Major's bony lap. One hand held
her in place by a breast, the Major's other gripped the new
girl's pudenda tightly in its grasp.

"Let go!" she commanded, but it had been many years since the
Major had taken orders from a civilian. "Oh, please let go," she
begged.

Squirming to escape from the Major's clasp upon her, the new girl
only succeeded in setting her clothes into further disarray. The
buttons of the new girl's blouse came undone. The clasp on her
bra was tested, and it released. Consequently, the Major held the
new girl's naked breast in the grip of one hand, while pressing
her toward him.

The Major's other hand, clamped between the new girl's churning
legs, had fared no better. Initially, his grip had only clutched
lightly upon her, but all her writhing had caused unanticipated
kneading, as it adjusted to maintain whatever hold it could
retain. Meanwhile, the new girl's panties had gathered into a
thick wad at the juncture of her thighs.
"No! Oh, please, don't!" she exclaimed.

Making a mighty effort to wrench her loins from the Major's
grasp, the new girl succeeded only in helping the Major drag the
bunched panties down below her knees. Immediately after that, the
Major reclaimed his hold upon the new girl's naked loins.

If the new girl had been desperate to get away from the Major's
clutches before, she now was frantic. Writhing and flailing she
twisted and turned trying to escape the Major's grasping fingers,
but only succeeded in forcing the Major to make his grip tighter
and more secure.

"No, no! Please, no!" the new girl cried, as she writhed to
escape from the Major's intimate clutch. "Please, Major, let me
go."

But once his course had been decided upon, the Major never
retreated.

Bucking to get clear of the Major's lap, the new girl managed to
impale herself upon one of the Major's long, well-manicured
fingers.

"Oh!" she cried as she felt the finger driven to its first
knuckle within her.

For a moment she held perfectly still, gazing up at the Major
with wide, wild eyes. The sound of her breath rasped loudly in
the still office. A pink tongue flickered between her dry lips,
moistening them. The new girl's eyes fluttered, as she moaned
abjectly.

"What are you going" the new girl gulped, "to do to me?"

"Give you what you deserve," the burr of command in the Major's
voice was distinct as he proclaimed the punishment, "and that is
a good spanking."

"A spanking?" the new girl inquired, blankly. "A spanking!"

"No dainty swats," the Major declared, "but a full military
spanking."

"I didn't know the military gave spankings," the new girl spoke
in wonder, "but first, you must help me."

"Help you?" the Major inquired. "How?"

With a sudden humping of her body, the new girl impaled herself
more fully upon the Major's finger. With her movement she drove
herself further forward upon it, nearly to the second knuckle.

"Arugh!" she cried. "Help me get off!"

The Major could feel the new girl's vagina clamp tightly upon his
finger, as she squirmed to push herself more fully onto it. For a
moment, the Major stared as the new girl squirmed in his lap.
Then he slowly withdrew his finger.

"No, please, don't. You don't know how long it's been," the new
girl begged. "I have the worst luck with boyfriends. Ooh!"

For a moment the Major held the tip of his finger so that it
barely touched the new girl's pussy, then he slowly ran the
entire length of his finger into her. With a shudder the new girl
groaned as the Major's long tapered finger pressed deep within.

With the new girl sprawled across his lap, the Major kneaded her
thickening breasts and rolled her clit between the pad of his
thumb and his dithering finger.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," the new girl moaned, drawing her feet up from
the floor, she lifted her spread legs above her body to afford
better access. "I love it. I love it. Oh, Major, I love what
you're doing to me. Oh, Major!"

Several minutes later, the new girl peaked. Her body went rigid.
Heated liquid welled up about the Major's finger. She gasped in a
breathless scream. Finally, the new girl's body relaxed.

Before any attempt to gather her wits entered the new girl's
mind, the Major had lifted her onto his desk. With one of her
knees propped on either of his shoulders, he commenced his
activity again.

This time, when the new girl began moving with the rhythm of his
invading digit, a second finger joined, eventually a third. The
Major's other hand, no longer burdened with keeping the new girl
balanced across his lap, was employed in an attack from the rear.

Using the new girl's plentiful natural juices as lubricant, the
Major was able to force his finger past her clenching sphincter,
and in a very few minutes had the new girl writhing in the thrall
of a massive orgasm.

When the new girl regained consciousness, the Major was wiping
her loins dry with a handful of tissues.

"Are you feeling all right?" the Major inquired.

"A-Okay!" the new girl replied. "Fan-fucking-tastic!"

"Good," the Major replied, as he rolled her off the desk and onto
his lap. "Then you are ready for punishment duty,"

The new girl was supported across the Major's lap, his one knee
pressed between her thighs, the prow of her pelvic bone grounded
against the Major's knobby knee.

The Major began the spanking. It was military, in that he called
out the number of each slap, just like it was a lashing, and a
pause was observed between one swot and the next. Nor was his
spanking gentle, rather, they rang loudly, and — no doubt —
stingingly against the new girl's bare bottom.

With each blow, the new girl jerked forward, catching her
clamoring clit between the prow of her pelvis and the Major's
knobby knee. Soon, she was grunting as the muscles in her thighs
and buttocks drove her forward with the sting of each landed
blow.

The spanks fell more frequently now, and the Major had quit
calling out their number. As the speed rose, the new girl's ardor
arose likewise. Again her breathing rasped, her knees shook, and
her body became coated with a sheen of perspiration.

Somewhere past one hundred healthy swats, the new girl found
release. Crying out incoherently, she surrendered herself to the
Major's capable arms.

For many long minutes, the Major held the new girl's limp body,
breast to breast, her groin still caught upon the hard point of
his knee, where she slowly wetted an increasing expanse of
worsted wool.

She awoke with a shuddering sigh. As she did, the Major drew her
higher, so that her groin balanced athwart his thigh, while he
held her to him.

"Punishment detail is concluded," the Major whispered into the
new girl's ear.

"You never said it would be capital punishment," the new girl
replied with a tremulous laugh, "or, at least, very nearly."

"Now, now, it wasn't that bad," the Major replied, a glitter
within the old soldier's eye. "I run a top notch command here,
and don't allow anyone to goof off. You screw up another letter,
then try to scrape by with whiteout, and you'll get the same
treatment, again."

"All this was because I used whiteout?" the new girl implored,
aghast.

"Affirmative," the Major replied.

The new girl levered herself to her feet, using the Major's
epaulets as handles. Turning, she made a lunge for his desk.
Partly leaning against the desk and part hanging over it; the new
girl grabbed some notepaper and a pencil.

"What do you think you're doing?" the Major asked.

"Considering that what you just did has made my legs too wobbly
to stand upright, and that the spanking has made it impossible
for me to sit down," the new girl proclaimed with a pout, "I'm
doing the best I can."

"What are you writing?" the Major inquired.

"I'm leaving a note," the new girl replied, "just a reminder to
requisition a couple large bottles of whiteout."






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