Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[Jingling_Geordie]

"You've certainly got a live one there Sir!" Vinnie said to Clint after Elli had left the doorway. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways for her to prove herself to you, and with a bit of luck, a few more of us might benefit too."

"It's early days Vinnie," Clint replied, "but is't looking promising that we might be able to have some fun with her. On my terms, remember that no one does anything without my permission."

Alone again in his office, Clint thought to himself, he liked Elli, the young woman was very naive, almost innocent, but also had a gusto about her. He wasn't happy about her interrupting him when he was busy though. He had to do something about that. He picked up his phone and dialled the number for the Clerks office, when she answered he spoke. "Pte Elli Slut, my office now!" He then put the phone down and waited...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh, crumbs! she thought, now I'm in trouble. Sir didn't sound very pleased with her.

Elli quickly got up, straightened her uniform, grabbed her booking-in sheet in her left hand, and marched herself to Sir's office, again knocking at the open door and then marching in, halting smartly in her best parade ground manner.

"Private Ellis Lutte reporting, Sir!" She repeated the words of her summons, though with a slightly different emphasis.

Yes, she was in trouble, though she didn't know what for. She quickly ran through in her mind the work she'd done that morning, her clean uniform, the highly polished state of her boots, and her hair neatly up. Everything seemed as it should be. But she was in trouble. Now she'd have to try extra, double hard to impress Sir and stay in his good books.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

With Elli stood to attention in his office, Clint got up, walked past her and closed his office door. Returning to his chair before speaking for the first time. "I've closed the door because I want some of these words to stay between us."

He looked her up and down before speaking again. "I do not like being interrupted when I'm busy with someone in my office, it's become even clearer you require training on how to behave in front of higher ranks, especially WO's. You also need to understand that punishments will follow when you get things wrong. That remedial training and punishment is going to start now. Let's make sure you are still going to follow all of my orders."

Clint then barked his first order at Elli. "Stand in the corner of the room, legs apart, hands on the back of your head, stay there until I tell you to move again." Adding. "I then want you to repeat back to me, 'I am not to disturb Sir while he is busy with other people in his office'."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I am not to disturb Sir while he is busy with other people in his office, I am not to disturb Sir while he is busy with other people in his office, I am not to disturb Sir while he is busy with other people in his office," Elli chanted the required form of words over and over, fighting the humiliation. Everything about this was just awful.

She'd made the terrible error of appearing to be too familiar, too casual with a senior soldier, a Warrant Officer. Sir. She'd earned remedial training and punishment. She'd shown him that she didn't know how to behave.

Elli was mortified. She'd nodded her understanding when Sir said punishments would always follow when she got things wrong. Of course they did. And would. Until she learned to be a good soldier. Until Sir could trust her to obey all his orders.

It was awful having to repeat that phrase like a naughty girl; having to stand facing the corner of the room; having to hold the posture of hands against her head and feet apart. Awful. And yet. What? Why was her tummy churning in such a nice way? Why was she finding it less difficult than she should? Why didn't she mind the humiliation? It was almost as if she was actually enjoying it. Obviously, she wasn't enjoying it. Obviously. No way. No way at all. Absolutely not. And yet.

Elli wanted to squeeze her legs together like she used to as a little girl when she needed a wee. But she couldn't, not in this posture, and she couldn't ask to move either, not while chanting the phrase over and over. "I am not to disturb Sir while he is busy with other people in his office..." The physical feelings inside her were making her breathing become ragged.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Like the obedient girl she was becoming, Elli walked over to the corner, took up the required pose and began repeating the phrase she had been told to say. Clint felt sure he was going to be able to train Elli, make her obedient to him, to follow his commands, she had put up little resistance so far. Would she even start to enjoy it? Would it turn her on? Would she want more?

Then Clint noticed a change in her breathing, not panting, but irregular. Was she enjoying the punishment, the humiliation? He grabbed the pace stick he used when conducting drill and approached Elli. "You can stop repeating the line now." He wanted to be able to listen out for any changes to her breathing, easier if she wasn't repeating the line over and over.

He raised his stick, tapped it on the inside of her thighs while saying. "Spread your legs wider. It shouldn't be too difficult for you with the gymnastics background you have." Clint tapped the stick both sides of her thighs again to reaffirm his point, a little higher this time.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir!" Elli quickly did as she was told. Wasn't the whole point of this punishment to correct her disobedience? Wasn't the only answer to that, obedience itself? And promptly?

Elli definitely didn't want to be told off again. Not if she could avoid it. She wanted Sir to think well of her. To tell her she was a good soldier. A good girl. His good girl, even? She absolutely didn't want to be punished again. Not at all. Not like regularly, maybe at the end of the working day, here in Sir's office, with the door closed. No Sir. No siree.

Hands still clasped together on the back of her head, she settled lower as she moved her feet further apart, following the nudges against her legs. Except Sir had felt the need to repeat the nudges. Maybe she wasn't responding fast enough, after all.

Further mortified by Sir's need to repeat himself, Elli tried to make good on her unsatisfactory performance and braced her feet very wide indeed. Nowhere near splits, but certainly very low. She was proud of her gymnastic flexibility and control and was almost showing off, almost challenging Sir to demand more, demand something difficult. She felt that she needed a greater challenge, and almost asked for one but managed to restrain herself. Her chance would come during the initiation. She would prove her obedience, then.

Elli settled in position, back and legs straight, braced, feet wide apart, chest out, elbows back, head up, controlling her breathing, trying to make it regular, yearning for another order, her body language almost begging Sir. Challenge me, Sir, challenge me!

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Impressed with the position and posture Elli was holding, Clint was enjoying watching her, he could see that she had good gymnastic abilities, strength and flexibility. She seemed to be finding it easy, even enjoying it. Then there was the breathing, still irregular, she seemed to be finding it difficult to control. Elli probably didn't realise it but it was her tell to Clint, proof she was finding enjoyment from her humiliation. As Elli didn't appear to be finding holding the position a challenge Clint wanted to test her further, it was supposed to be a punishment after all.

"Lower." Clint moved his pace stick back to Elli's upper thighs again as he spoke. Not a quick tap this time but a slow, lingering contact, caressing even, moving the stick up, desperately close to her pussy and across to the other thigh. While Elli lowered then held her position Clint began speaking to her, not as harshly now as when giving her orders for the punishment.

"Are you sure you want to take part in an arranged initiation? You didn't have time to give it much thought before asking to take part. They can be quite challenging, but it would give you a chance to prove yourself, to impress me." Clint needed to know word of the initiation wouldn't get out. "It's important you don't tell anyone about this, roommates, family, friends, anyone! Keeping it a secret is part of the initiation, part of the challenge. I need to know you can keep this secret, no matter how much you want to share it with someone, know that I can trust you? I will inform everyone who needs to know."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Everyone? Elli gasped. Just that one word sent shivers through her whole body, but mostly the sensations were focused in her core, her very centre.

She had complied quickly to Sir's demand for an even lower position, shuffling her feet further apart while Sir pressed on her legs to guide her understanding of what he required. The touch was gentle, almost like stroking, enough to prompt a preview of the rush that the word everyone had provoked. A mini rush, yes, in a continuous line from the contact on her thighs up through where they met and into her belly. A mini rush followed by something much bigger.

Her breathing was even less under her control, but she needed to answer Sir, like a good soldier, like a good girl.

"I can keep a secret, Sir, honest, I'll be a good girl, I mean soldier. I won't tell anyone. I'll impress you with how well I can keep the secret. Just like everyone else will." Her heart lurched as she said everyone and her breath came out in a ragged exhalation. "I want to prove myself, Sir, impress you. I can meet the challenge, Sir, I can do the same initiation you did, or Ma'am? I know I can? I want to." Elli could hear the almost pleading tone that had crept into her voice. The desire to complete the initiation, the desire to please Sir.

But Elli was finding the new posture difficult. Getting into it hadn't been a problem but maintaining it was becoming a strain on her legs. She felt herself start to wobble slightly but desperately forced herself to hold on. If she was a lucky girl then Sir might give her a new order to test her.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

There it is again, Clint thought to himself, the breathing. Becoming more obvious to him now that Elli was being turned on by the attention she was receiving. There was also the tone of Elli's voice, desperate, almost pleading to please Sir, to please Clint and also to please WO2 Rachel West it would appear. Elli's arms, hands still on the back of her head, had begun to swing forwards from the position they started at, of elbows aligned with her shoulders. They were now facing forwards. Clint grabbed the arms moving them back into the correct position and reminding Elli what was expected. "Keep your arms back, in this position."

Noticing that Elli was beginning to find this lower pose difficult to hold, Clint decided to place her into a different position. "Ok, that's enough. You can stand up now." Clint grabbed Elli by the waist and helped her to her feet, spun her round to face him then moved her into the middle of the room for the next order.

"I have one final order before your punishment is served. Down on your knees, legs straight arms behind your back. Then you need to repeat 'Private Ellis Lutte is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands'."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir!" Elli quickly knelt, right there in the centre of Sir's office, knees and ankles together, feet pointed behind her, chest out, tummy in, head up, hands clasped behind her back with elbows as straight as she could. Braced up. Smart. Soldierly. Just like a good girl.

But she couldn't help herself. She rephrased Sir's line, "Private Elli Slut is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands," and repeated it over and over through ragged breath control. The words were clearly inappropriate and repeating such a phrase must surely be outside the Army discipline code, but Elli didn't care. It was again humiliating. Yes, Sir was heaping on more humiliation. Humiliation upon humiliation. It was awful, terrible, unacceptable. Her whole body rebelled by making her tummy churn deliciously, her blood rise delightfully through her chest and neck to her cheeks, and her privates tingle wonderfully like she needed a wee. Again. She absolutely must avoid being punished ever again, and while still repeating the dreadful phrase over and over, her mind returned to her earlier resolution. Not to be punished. Never. Not regularly, like at the end of every day, here, in Sir's office, like this. Nope. No way.

Elli had gratefully accepted Sir's helping up from the stress position, marvelling at how strong he was, how her weight seemed of no consequence to him. He had lifted her like she weighed nothing at all! And his hands on her arms! It was almost like an electric shock.

But Elli endured her punishment, desperate to prove herself, aware that it couldn't get any better. No, that was wrong, she meant thankful it couldn't get any worse. Yes, couldn't get worse. Worse, not better. Oh dear, she thought to herself, while still repeating that phrase over and over.

"Private Elli Slut is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands."

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint stood in front of Elli, listening to her as she repeated the phrase. "Private Elli Slut is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands." Having changed it to instead use the word 'slut', he knew she was enjoying the humiliation, knew she would belong to him. He wanted to take out his cock and make Elli suck it there and then, make her the slut she had willingly described herself as. He knew that time would come in the future but she wasn't ready... not yet.

His thoughts were broken by a knock on his office door. Elli fell silent at this interruption. Concerned that someone who shouldn't, might see Elli kneeling on his office floor, Clint opened the door just a crack to see who it was. Clint was relieved it was Sgt Gunn, the PTI, at his door. He opened it, welcomed him in, closed the door behind him and sat back down at his desk.

Not mentioning Elli to him at all, as if unaware of the fact that she was kneeling down in the middle of his office he spoke with his friend. "What can I help you with Gunny?"

"Is this a bad time?" Gunny nodded towards Elli. "Should I call back later? I just wanted to run over the Company PT programme with you." He waved the sheet of paper in the air to emphasise it.

"Just carrying out some discipline on Pte Lutte." Clint spoke not looking at her. "That reminds me, the statement Elli. I didn't say you could stop." Clint reached up and took the PT programme from Gunny. "Yes now is fine, let me have a look at what you have planned for the next few weeks."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Just when Elli thought it couldn't get worse, better, worse, whatever!

Staff knew she was kneeling on the floor in Sir's office. That she was being disciplined. He might not have said anything, but Sir had actually told him. There was now a witness to her humiliation. She should protest. Refuse. Stand up and march out. Report to Personnel and make a complaint. Except she needed a wee. Badly. Or something. She squirmed as her blood chased through her body and again flushed her neck and cheeks, a rush like nothing she'd felt before. Except earlier when Sir had said, everyone. When describing her upcoming initiation. But this was even more. This wasn't a possible everyone, this was a real someone.

Oh my! she thought to herself, and with a stutter resumed that statement Sir had ordered. At first, she said it slowly, shyly, ashamed, embarrassed. Properly. "Private Ellis Lutte is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands." She risked a glance at the two senior soldiers, to check their reaction. They were ignoring her like she was no longer there. She tried again, "Private Elli, Slut, is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands." She glanced at them again. It was as if they hadn't noticed. Anything. Not what she was saying, nor how she was saying it. She tried a third time, slightly louder, "Private Elli, Slut, is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands." They seemed engrossed in their discussion; as if she wasn't there, or as if her kneeling on Sir's floor was perfectly normal, as if calling herself Elli Slut was normal, calling herself a naughty girl. She needed a wee. Except she didn't. She tried to control the sensation by squeezing her thighs together, tilting her hips, and squishing her privates to stop them from leaking. She kept repeating the statement, "Private Elli, Slut, is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands," though it was hard to breathe at the same time and her posture was no longer as upright and soldierly because of her squirming. She forced her shoulders back, chest out, hands down behind her and firmly clasped.

"Private Elli, Slut, is a naughty girl and must do as Sir commands." Her squirming was becoming more urgent.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Closing off their conversation about the Company PT programme, Clint stated. "That's all good Gunny, happy with what you have planned." During their conversation he had heard Elli repeat the statement, correctly, as he'd told her first, or should that be incorrectly. Then back to the correct version, the version Elli had changed it to, getting gradually louder, trying to get his attention, their attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he had also noticed that Elli had been squirming, rocking her hips slightly.

With the PT conversation over Clint stood up, walked over to stand in front of Elli, where he was joined by Gunny and began to talk about her to the PTI. "Sometimes she's a good girl, makes me feel so proud of her. Sometimes she's naughty and has to be punished. I'm sure I can help her become the soldier she should be, help her to fulfil her potential but she's a work in progress."

Gunny replied. "Look's like you've got your work cut out Sir, in training her to become what you want her to be. Let me know if I can help you help her in any way."

"I will Gunny, I'm sure you'll be to assist me in some way." Clint adding as he showed Gunny out the door. "She seems to be very competent at PT, Elli might benefit from some additional PT sessions in the gym one evening. Help boost her confidence. I'll let you know."

Clint closed the door and turned back to Elli. "That's enough discipline... for today. You'd better get back to work, oh, and if you do want to carry out an initiation, call in on WO2 West when you get time to put in an official request. Remember to keep it to yourself. Along with anything that is said and done in this office."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!"

Elli was momentarily confused, thrown. She was being dismissed. Just like that. She'd been discussed and was now being sent back to her computer. She rose to her feet, said, "Yes, Sir!" and marched out of Sir's office. It would have been smartly carried out except that the stress position and then the kneeling had affected her balance and coordination. As had the way Sir and Staff had treated her. It was kind of insulting. Why didn't she mind?

Once back at her desk she searched the network archive for Request Forms, finding a template that should be suitable. She opened it up and started typing.

It was To WO2 West, From Pte Ellis Lutte. She dismissed the temptation to put that it was from Pte Elli Slut. Title, INITIATION. Classification, Private, Personal, Staff in Confidence. Priority, High. Precedence, Immediate. So far so good. She wouldn't be able to email it, just draft it without saving, and print a hard copy before deleting it. Maybe two copies? Maybe To WO2 West, Info WO2 Dangler.

Text. Maam, Private Lutte formally requests to be permitted to perform a Rite of Initiation to prove herself to Unit Command; to demonstrate physical ability, obedience, commitment, loyalty, discretion, and trustworthiness. The Initiation to contain elements traditional at the start of the Army service of WO2 West and WO2 Dangler.

Elli wanted to prove that she could manage any initiation Sir and Ma'am had done. They might refuse that part since the Army had changed since their day, which must have been many years ago given how old they both were. At least over 30! She decided not to overcomplicate it with further details such as proving that she really was a good girl and not a naughty one, that she was very good at PT, that she could make Sir proud all the time and fulfill her potential, accepting punishments when necessary; but sent it to the printer. Bending to retrieve the hard copies, ignoring the stares of the other Private soldiers in the room since she knew for sure that she was discreet in that position, Elli took both copies back to her desk, read them through and signed them, then deleted the draft file from her computer. She soon had them each signed, sealed in an envelope and in the internal mail.

She then thought better of it, left Sir's copy so that he'd get it in the morning, and decided to deliver ma'am's by hand. After all, she had said that she'd have an open door.

It wasn't yet the close of the day, so she went outside, fitted her beret, and marched round to Training.

In the outer office, she asked to see WO2 West. Knocking politely, she entered Ma'am's office and bending forward laid the envelope on her desk, then stepped back smartly, without the t-shirt obviously, and stood to attention, eyes respectfully above Ma'am's head.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Noting the lack of t-shirt, WO2 Rachel West looked down the shirt of Elli as she bent forward to place an envelope on her desk. The white bra Elli was wearing could be seen clearly, she chuckled to herself, I wonder if Elli is unknowingly flashing her bra to soldiers all around the camp? She could gain the reputation of being a slut within the Barracks for that alone.

"Nice to see you Elli, you’re looking very smartly dressed today, much better without the t-shirt. Wouldn't you agree?" Rachel then turned her attention to the envelope on her desk. "What's this?" Rachel asked Elli. Although she knew what it was. Clint had called earlier telling her to expect a visit from Elli regarding an initiation request.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, thank you, Ma'am, yes, Ma'am." Elli blinked and tried to gather her thoughts.

She was nervous. She had expected Ma'am to open the envelope and read the request. She hadn't expected to have to summarise it out loud. Now that she was here she was a little embarrassed. What had she offered to do in the request? Not offered, it was worse than that; she had asked. What exactly had she asked to do, be allowed to do? Her mind was blank. And it was too late to take the request back, to cancel it, because Sir had a copy on its way to him in the internal mail.

Shit! Elli thought.

But an answer was required. Warrant Officers didn't ask junior soldiers questions unless they wanted an answer.

"Um, it's a request, Ma'am, a formal request. I hope I got it right, the format and everything? I hoped you'd read it, Ma'am, approve it. Or not. Ma'am."

Elli stood very straight. Best parade ground attention. Her shoulders were almost hurting, she was forcing her arms straight with such effort.

What if Ma'am refused her request?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Rachel West, having listened to Pte Lutte, picked up the envelope from the desk and opened it, reading it to herself. She smirked when she read that Elli was asking to demonstrate her obedience. Having read the whole text she addressed the young female soldier. "You have stated you want to carry out an initiation, demonstrate physical ability, obedience, commitment, loyalty, discretion, and trustworthiness. You also want the initiation to be similar to that carried out by WO2 Dangler and I."

Rachel paused before speaking again. "I'm happy to approve the request. I'm sure we will be able to come up with something suitable, but you haven't stated what level of initiation you want to undertake. Easy, medium or difficult? I won't tell you what each level entails, you must choose without knowing."

Rachel leaned forward, lowering her voice "I can tell you that soldiers who opt for the difficult initiation, performing it to a high enough standard, may be offered the opportunity to carry out an extreme development initiation at a future date."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!"

Elli was again taken by surprise. And repeating herself. She'd already muttered, "Oh," in response to Ma'am's previous statement, about choosing the level of difficulty. Blind. Without knowing. But a development initiation? Reserved only for the best soldiers? For those who proved themselves at the Difficult level?

It was a no-brainer.

"Um, well Ma'am, I was going to say I'll do whatever level you and Sir think suitable for a girl like me, I mean, soldier, Ma'am, soldier." Elli was again momentarily thrown by having to correct her mistake. All kinds of confusing thoughts and feelings kept rushing in at her, mostly because of that punishment session she'd enjoyed with Sir and Staff. No, not enjoyed! Endured. Yes, endured was the word she meant. not enjoyed, not at all. "The level you think I'll enjoy, I mean, endure, I mean, cope with. That'll let me prove myself." Elli paused again, trying to get her breathing under control and to stop her heart from racing. And to say what she meant, instead of making all these mistakes.

"But a development initiation, too? You think I could? That I might ... ?" The hope swelled inside Elli, that she was considered good enough. If she reached a high enough standard. On the Difficult initiation. She drew in a breath, filled her chest with air, puffed herself up, all kinds of thoughts of imagined glory at excelling in the Difficult level and then being chosen, selected for the Extreme, the development initiation.

"I'd like to be put forward for the extreme level, Ma'am, later if I pass the difficult level. If I may. If I have your recommendation. And Sirs. And I can keep it in confidence, Ma'am; only you and Sir know that I'm requesting this. Sir said he'd inform everyone else who needs to know. Ma'am."

Elli stood at attention still, almost bursting with pride. Ma'am would never have mentioned the second stage initiation if she didn't think Elli was capable. She could hardly wait to tell Sir.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Rachel knew Elli was younger, fitter and more attractive, than she herself now was. Knew so many of the other soldiers in the camp desired her, she had heard enough of them talk about it. After Elli's last visit to her office she had overheard the male soldiers who worked in the training office, worked for Rachel, talk about how they would like to fuck her, have her suck their cocks.

Yes, Rachel was jealous of the younger soldier, of the attention Elli was getting. Rachel was well aware of her feelings, but she had a position of authority, control over her. Helping in humiliating Elli, making her display that fit young body, maybe take it even further and conduct acts of sex. This was a way for Rachel to assert dominance over Elli, keep the prettier girl down, in her place. She was now sure it was a goal that would be achieve.

After verbally submitting her request, Elli was stood to attention in Rachel's office, awaiting a response. "That's a good decision, I think anyway, opting for the difficult level. WO2 Dangler would also have to approve, We'll need to speak about it, both agree, but you have my backing."

Rachel then picked up the initiation request. "You'll have to amend this first though, make it clear that you want to carry out the difficult level initiation. Two copies, signed by you, one direct to me and the other to WO2 Dangler, the request must be for our eyes only."

Before dismissing Elli, Rachel added. "As for the extreme, the developmental initiation. I think you have promise, the potential to be put forward for it but let's see how well you perform on the difficult level before making any decisions."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

One hurdle cleared! Ellie had Ma'am's support for the Difficult level. She'd just have to convince Sir, now. And submit a new, revised Request. WO West, WO Dangler, eyes-only.

The Extreme initiation wasn't in the bag either, even assuming she was allowed to complete the Difficult level rather than an easier one.

As soon as she was dismissed, Elli rushed as fast as she decently could back to her desk and re-opened the same template as before. Thankfully she could remember her original form almost word for word and retyped it onto the screen before revising it in the light of Ma'am's guidance.

Text. Maam and Sir, Private Lutte formally requests [to be permitted to perform] a Rite of Initiation at the Difficult level to prove herself to Unit Command; to demonstrate physical ability, obedience, commitment, loyalty, discretion, and trustworthiness. Private Lutte further requests that the Initiation [to] contain elements [traditional at the start of the Army service of] chosen for their difficulty by WO2 West and WO2 Dangler.

Ellie had struck through phrases and replaced them with others in italics so that the two Warrant Officers would be able to see what she'd changed. She also made it eyes-only for the two named WOs. Following the same procedure as before to leave no electronic record, Elli printed the two copies, again getting stared at by the other soldiers as she bent to retrieve them from the printer, then signed both, sealed them, and put them in the internal mail. Both recipients should receive them first thing in the morning.

After leaving the office for the barracks Ellie again thought through that short interview with Ma'am. At the things said, and the things hinted at. Promise, potential, see how you perform. That's what ma'am had said. See how you perform. That was even assuming she was allowed to do the Difficult level. But she had promise and potential. Ma'am said so. So it must be true. Which meant Ellie really must perform exceptionally well in the initiation. If they said jump she had to jump higher; if they said run she had to sprint.

Satisfied with the day's progress, Elli knew she'd sleep well.

Day 3

The following morning, her third day, she was at her desk again without the t-shirt, completing some work on her computer and trying to ignore all the soldiers that kept walking past her desk, slowing as they did so. Sir would get her Request as soon as he was in his office. She knew it was already in his In Tray. Would he call her in to discuss it? Would he need to talk to Ma'am first? Most important of all, would he approve her request?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Arriving at his office bright and early, Clint collected his mail, unlocked his office door and turned on his computer. After completing all of the login and password details he quickly checked his emails, making sure there was nothing urgent for him to action. He then opened his mail, two of the letters stood out from the others, two initiation requests from Pte Lutte.

Clint went to the kitchenette which was located opposite his office, just a small room for making drinks or snacks. The room contained a few kitchen units, a sink, fridge, a kettle and microwave sat on the worktop. Clint flicked the kettle on grabbed his mug, tea or coffee, he thought to himself before deciding on and making himself a cup of tea. Returning to his office with the hot drink he read them both again, one was clearly an amended version of the other. That was a clever move by Rachel, he thought to himself, finding out how far she might be prepared to go, probably encouraging her to select the most difficult level. I'd better give her a quick call to discuss. He placed the initiation letters into the bottom draw of his desk.

It was approaching mid morning, Clint, having had a quick conversation with Rachel and completed the tasks he deemed most important was about to make himself another drink and call Elli into his office to discuss the initiation request. Why make my own drink, he thought, when I have an obedient girl only to happy to obey orders, to serve me.

Opening his emails and finding Pte Lutte on the system he typed the short message. 'Report to me at my office NOW' with his email signature already in place, Clint clicked send, took the two letters out of the draw then sat back in his chair and waited.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli had completed a lot of filing during the morning, both on the computer and with real paper. The Army was not exactly a 'paperless office environment'.

On the computer, she had dealt with a number of routine inquiries, simply forwarding emails to soldiers who would process them and make decisions, sometimes filling in electronic forms. Off the computer, she had returned a number of unclassified documents to storage in file cabinets, aware of pairs of male eyes following her around the room. The other soldiers seemed fascinated by her for some reason. Especially when she had to bend over for the low storage areas whether facing the room or with her back turned. oh well, she thought. Maybe she should discuss the matter with Ma'am, see if there was anything she was doing wrong? After all, Ma'am had a really good handle on things. She had already helped with the t-shirt thing. Ma'am had said more than once that Elli looked better without it. And not wearing a t-shirt made Elli feel more equal with the male soldiers, which was right and proper. She could do anything they could do, couldn't she? Which made her think of her initiations. Though she should concentrate on them one at a time. There was no guarantee that she would be allowed the Difficult level, which meant there was also no guarantee she would be put forward for the Extreme.

Sir hadn't yet said anything about her Request. She had almost been biting her nails. At break time she'd grabbed a quick coffee, not wanting to be far away if Sir summoned her. She had almost given up waiting when finally she received the summons by email, "Report to me at my office NOW." That made her insides lurch. She felt the fear charge through her whole body. Was she in trouble? What had she done, or not done? Was she about to be punished again? Already? Trying to suppress the delicious tingle inside, she quickly replied, "Sir, yes Sir!", closed down her screen, stood and straightened her uniform, polished her boots on the backs of her trousers, grabbed her beret, and marched smartly to Sir's office.

She had been summoned, so she knocked on Sir's door and entered his office, halting smartly in front of his desk and remaining at attention, beret in her left hand, eyes fixed on a point on the wall behind Sir.

"Private Elli Slut reporting as ordered, Sir!"

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

"I wanted to have a chat with you about these requests Private Slut, Elli." Clint tapped his hand on the two requests Elli had submitted that were laid flat on his desk. "But I'd like a cup of tea to drink while we chat." Clint handed Elli his cup and motioned towards the small kitchen. "Tea, white, one sugar. There's a good girl. There will be spare cups in the cupboard if you want to make yourself a drink?"

After a couple of minutes, Elli returned with the cup of tea and placed it carefully on his desk in front of him. "Now close the door. This is restricted level information we are discussing and I don't want anyone overhearing us." With the door closed Clint continued by motioning to the chair across from his desk. "Sit down and relax Elli, nobody is in trouble. On the contrary in fact, I'm impressed with your application for the initiation. Opting for the difficult level!"

Clint took a sip from his tea. "Mmm not a bad first effort. Making tea and coffee for me will be added to your daily tasks but we can discuss that later."

Getting back to the subject at hand Clint carried on. "I had a quick conversation with WO2 West about your initiation at the difficult level. No final decision has been made, but as I said, opting for the difficult level is a big step towards impressing me. I think you will need some training with me, prior to the initiation, if we are to agree to let you undertake the difficult level. I'm prepared to give up some of my time if you are prepared to commit to the training and doing what I tell you, when I tell you. I want you perform as well as you're capable of on the initiation, make me feel proud of you."

Clint carried on by saying. "As I'm very busy the training will have to take place after the work day has finished, you will report to my office after 1700hrs. Do you agree to my terms?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Of course, Sir, especially if it means I've got more chance of being allowed to do the Difficult initiation, Sir?"

Elli was leaning forward in her seat, almost perched on its front edge, eager to hear anything about what Sir and Ma'am might have said about her, might have agreed about her.

"1700 each day, extra training, your office, Sir. I'll be here, and won't tell anyone about it," Elli said in a serious tone, impressed that she was being allowed access to Restricted information, that she was being included in discussions involving Restricted information. It made her feel trusted, soldierly, already making progress towards being accepted, towards impressing Sir.

It hadn't escaped her notice that Sir had called her Private Slut. A little witticism on his part, a kind of name of familiarity, of closeness. It made her feel proud, like she already belonged. Almost. And making tea for Sir had been pretty straightforward. She could do that each day. It had been such a relief when Sir said she wasn't in trouble, and even better when he admitted that he was impressed with her request. But still, it wasn't yet in the bag. She needed to attend the extra training and do it really well.

"Um, Sir, when will you make a final decision if I'm to do the initiation? At the difficult level?"

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Listening to Elli speak, Clint realised how much progress he had made with her in such a short period of time. She seemed so eager, almost desperate, to please him and Rachel West.

"When! Well Elli, WO2 West and I will have to discuss you further, see how the training goes over the next day or so. WO2 West might also want to be involved in some additional training with you." Clint stood up, began pacing thoughtfully. "That might involve individually with her, either in place of my training or additional to it. It might even involve both of us together."

Clint could see that Elli was hanging off his every word, creeping forward until being perched on the edge of the seat. She was also leaning forward in the seat, the standing position Clint had took up giving him an improved view down her shirt. There it was again, the white bra with a touch of pink areola. Clint was sure he would be seeing more, lots more, soon.

Clint continued his answer. "So when will you get an answer, if you are accepted? You won't be given any notice, being able to react to situations quickly is also part of the test. It's more than likely, that the first time you find out if you have been accepted, is when the initiation is about to start! You're probably thinking, when will the initiation will take place? That is also something you won't know about until it happens."

Clint took a sip from his tea. "Do you have any other questions? Anything you would like to say which you think may help in swaying my judgment towards accepting the request?"