Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[AndreaSubbie]

Her heart was racing as Elli marched back over to the Company Office, and yet again her mind was a jumble of thoughts as what had just happened and what had been said tumbled in no particular order across her brain.

So much to process! Images and ideas and questions flashed before her. The two photos Ma'am had just sent Sir. And that message! “Sir's submissive little slut, ready and waiting.” What was that about? Though deep down she knew. And loved it. Then there was Ma'am showing the picture set to the Store Manager, including the topless ones! Who else might see them? Escape and evasion exercise with interrogation?

But there were also the special words to hold on to. Like, good girl, fantastic, impressing, proud of her, right person for the project, and best of all … the initiation soon! Elli decided to gloss over the sometimes disappoint. Maybe she might manage to exceed Ma'am's expectations? And there was the amazing feeling of being photographed so intimately, the Sgt getting really close and personal, focusing on her tits, nipples, bum. It made her shiver in the nicest way.

It also made Elli pause. Not only had she been topless, but she had been photographed topless. It was a big deal. A big step forward. Almost naked! But was it such a big deal? How many of her school friends had holidayed on topless beaches? And, no doubt, had their pictures taken whether they liked it or not. And what was so special about tits? Okay, her parents wouldn't like it, but they weren't exactly in touch with the modern world. What had Ma'am said? Something like, she was going to have to get her tits out anyway, might as well get on with it. More or less. And yet it certainly felt like a big deal; gave her a huge thrill, one she was still just getting over. She was torn. Nudity was indeed a big deal, and yet ...

Back at her desk Elli sent Sir a quick update email, letting him know that she had returned from reporting to Ma'am. While she waited for an acknowledgment or summons or request for tea or coffee, Elli touched her breasts through her uniform shirt and new bra. Her nipples were still puffed and pointing like they'd been expanded almost to bursting. She had been so aware of her nipples while Sgt Morris photographed her topless, so aware of the bounce in her boobs, her tits, as she'd repeated her catwalk without the impediment of the bra. It had felt incredibly sexy, erotic, sensual. If only she could masturbate!

But it was the last submissive pose, with the blindfold and bound wrists, the two revealing photos that Ma'am had sent Sir. And the message! It made her blush, it was so naughty and explicit. And anyway, ready for what? She dreaded to think! She wouldn't let her thoughts go down that route. Not until she was allowed to cum.

But first, she had to get through this duty weekend. Initiation, masturbation, orgasms were all in the future, maybe as early as next weekend. Maybe not. She shouldn't get her hopes up. In the meantime, it was continue to follow orders and try to demonstrate that she was ready for the next stage. Ma'am had been impressed, which would help Elli's case. She just needed to impress Sir.

She wondered if she should indeed ask Sir for further Interrogation Training at the next chance she got? Perhaps mention that Ma'am had suggested it?

Her musings were interrupted.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Shortly after receiving the photos and message from Rachel, Clint had received a call from her to update him on how the modelling and photography had gone. How Rachel had felt it had gone anyway, and how ready she thought Elli was for the next stage of her submissive and humiliation training.

There had also been a quick call from Gunny at the gym, confirming that they were now ready for whenever he and Elli were available to arrive for signature and her forfeit. Soon afterwards the email had then arrived from Elli, notifying him that she was now back at her desk. He pulled out his phone, had another quick look at the submissive photos of Elli that Rachel had sent her then, putting his phone away, got up from his desk and headed over to the Company Office to see his submissive little slut and find out how ready she really was.

On walking into the office where Elli was working Clint was surprised, but pleased, to see the young soldier touching her nipple through the uniform she was wearing. I guess Elli enjoyed her modelling assignment more that even Rachel had imagined. Clint thought to himself before speaking.

"I hope you enjoyed the modelling earlier?" As soon as he spoke, Elli's quickly moved her hand from her nipple to her computer keyboard. "I enjoyed the photos Rachel sent me, such a perfect submissive pose, I really liked them and I'm looking forward to seeing the whole set. I've just spoke with Rachel, she informed me of how well you did. And she's sure the underwear shop will want to hire you to model when they see the photos."

"But before all of that we need to get you, your final signatures. SSgt Gunn is up in the gym now, carrying out his training session. If you come up with me I'm sure we will be able to persuade him to sign it for you. I do wart to warn you again that there's almost certainly a forfeit you'll have to pay. Now grab your booking in sheet and follow me up to the Gym, there's a good girl."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!" Elli jumped up out of her chair, ready to go, then thought better of it and sat back down to retrieve her signature sheet from the drawer and turn off her computer. Thank goodness Sir hadn't seen her playing with her nipple! That had been close, but she was pretty sure she'd dropped her hand just in time.

As they marched across to the Gym Elli felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. She was about to complete the Booking-In sheet. With Sir being there, Staff wouldn't be able to fob her off any longer. Which meant she'd have all next week to impress Sir and Ma'am and show them she was ready for the Initiation. Add all that to her success modelling for Ma'am and Sgt Morris earlier, and she was having a great day. And Sir was pleased with her. He liked the photos, especially her 'sub' pose. He hadn't said that he liked her tits, but a girl can't have everything. She was already feeling better about being photographed topless, trying to convince herself that it wasn't such a big deal after all.

As soon as they were in the Gym Elli knew she would never get the final signature without Sir's help. Staff was running a PT session for three senior NCOs. She recognised them. Sgt Morris from training who she'd seen such a short time ago; her photographer, as she now thought of him. Then there was the Sgt from stores, and another that she knew but couldn't immediately place. But she knew he was also a Sgt. Yes, the Medical Centre. That's where she'd seen him.

Elli would have felt out of place being in uniform while the others were in PT kit, except Sir was also in uniform. She stood closer to him, almost sheltering in his authoritative presence. She waited for Sir to take charge.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint stood a short distance from where Gunny was putting the the three SNCO's through their paces. He had noticing that a camera had been set on a tripod and was pointed at the group, he also noticed how close to him Elli had become, standing as near as possible almost shoulder to shoulder. Did she feel safe with him, protected by him?

Not wanting to interrupt the recording of the session, Clint waited for them to finish. Gunny had noticed Clint walk in with Elli so quickly wrapped up the session and turned off the video camera. "Hi Clint, just making a quick instructional video of a PT session to show to some potential PTI's next week. So Private Elli Slut needs a signature and stamp from me for her booking in sheet? I think I'll have to put her through a few exercises first, pass my tests. If that's ok with you?"

"Of course it is Gunny, you can make her do a bunch of tough exercises, she's fit enough to carry them out. Just make sure you give her the stamp and signature required afterwards. I told Elli that there would have to be a forfeit to pay for failing to complete it by the end of the week and asking you to help her out on a Saturday."

As Clint and Gunny were chatting, Rachel walked in and stood near the camera. "I thought you might all be here. So Elli has to earn the signature by completing some exercises? Although she's not got her PT kit on or with her so isn't dressed for it. She'll have to take her boots and uniform off and complete the exercises in her underwear."

"You're right Rachel, no boots allowed in the gym and it would be unsafe to carry out exercises in the uniform." Gunny confirming what Rachel had just said.

"You'd better take off the boots and uniform to get ready for the exercises Elli." Clint instructing her to undress.

"When you're ready take your place on the matt and start jogging on the spot to warm up." Gunny was keen to get the exercises started. "I'll then instruct you on what and how many exercises I want you to complete next."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli had followed all the exchanges rather like a tennis spectator watches the ball fly from one end of the court to the other; her head turning this way and that as the conversation about her passed between Sir, Staff, and Ma'am.

As was becoming usual, she was almost swamped by all kinds of things being said in a succession of revelations that took a moment to grasp.

But step one was clearly to obey the last order. From Sir. She must stay alert to his every instruction and obey promptly if she was to continue to impress and earn her Initiation. She was already doing well. Must maintain that momentum.

Elli moved to the nearest corner of the Gym and stooped to remove her boots and socks, then with her back to the assembled company undid her uniform shirt. Why did Staff call her Private Slut? And was it really unsafe to exercise in uniform? She suspected that wasn't right, but had enough doubts to go with what Ma'am had said when she stepped in to the rescue, almost suggesting that it would be unfair to make Elli do PT tests in uniform. Thank goodness that Sir was firm with Staff, ordering him to give her the stamp and signature. It felt good being under Sir's protection.

By the time Elli was stripped down to her pretty red satin thong and matching half-bra, she was thoroughly self-conscious, anticipating the stares of all those men. Thankfully Sir and Sgt Morris had already seen her like this, and Ma'am obviously wasn't interested. But to Staff and the other two this would be unexpected, new, possibly even shocking, her wearing undies like this. Taking a breath she turned to face them all and took up her position as directed by Staff.

And began jogging on the spot. It was immediately obvious why sports bras aren't satin half-cups.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

While Elli was undressing in the corner of the Gym, Rachel turned the video camera back on and started recording, Elli wouldn't have seen the camera being turned back on but might notice that the small red light was illuminated again. As Elli took up her position on the mat as directed and started jogging on the spot, Rachel, as discreetly as possible, made sure the camera was zoomed in to record the exercises.

As Elli was jogging on the spot, Gunny positioned the remaining men around her in a semi circle. Making sure they all had a good view but did not obstruct the camera recording. "Right men, gather round and watch as I administer the physical punishment to this little girl. The men were already enjoying the site of Elli, her tits jiggling up and down as she jogged on the spot, her nipples regularly popping out from the minimal covering of the half cups.

"A couple of stretches first Private, to make sure you are warm and subtle. Legs apart and bend down to touch the floor." Elli halted her jogging and bent forward, after years of gymnastics she was very flexible and was able to easily touch the floor, placing her hands flat onto the exercise mat. Holding her position gave the men a good view of her breasts, the areola and nipples were also clearly visible down the top of her half cups. There was also a good view of her arse, the men moving round to get a good view, with her knickers having a g-string it left little to the imagination.

"Now stretch over to your left... now your right." Elli quickly following all of Gunny's orders. "Stand back up straight again and grab your right ankle with your right hand, push your hips forward... good girl, now your left leg... Ok private now some exercises. I'll shout out what exercise you have to carry out and you keep doing them until I tell you the next one or to stop. Understand?"

"Yes Staff." Elli shouted her understanding of the programme she was to follow.

"Star jumps, go." Elli began carrying out star jumps, while doing them her tits bounced up and down, her nipples again popping out from the half cup bra. After about a minute of carrying out star jumps, in front of Gunny and the small audience, Gunny was walking round Eli as she carried out the exercises, making sure they were done correctly but also taking in as much of the fit young female body as he could.

The next exercise was then given. "Squats, go" Elli halted the star jumps and began the new exercise, her hands across her chest as she lowered and raised. Making sure to keep her back straight as she lowered as far as she could then quickly back up again. Although there was a good view of her backside as she squatted, Gunny realised the view of her tits was restricted as the young soldier had her arms crossed over her chest so quickly moved on.

"Sit ups. Clint can you hold her feet so she can carry out the exercise correctly."

"My pleasure Gunny."

Elli dropped to the mat lying on her back and Clint placed his hands at the top of her feet, holding around the ankles and pinning them firmly to the floor. Elli again placed her hands over her chest as she began the up and down motion, working her stomach muscles. Clint looked Elli in the eyes during the first few sit ups, then, making it as obvious as possible, looked down at her crotch. With her legs slightly apart Clint had a great view from his close up position. He wondered how wet Elli was getting, exercising in front of the group of men wearing just her underwear. His eyes then moving up her body, seeing her tits and glimpse of nipple near her crossed arms then returning to gaze into the eyes of Elli again.

Seeing how Clint was enjoying his view, Gunny kept Elli doing sit ups for over a minute, until she was beginning to struggle and had slowed down significantly. "Press up position, go." Clint released his grip on Elli's ankles so she could take up the new position. "If you're unable to carry out proper press ups you can put your knees on the mat and do girlie press ups."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Normally Elli would have attempted the proper, straight-bodied press-ups, but she was already feeling the effects of her previous exertions. Especially the sit-ups. She lay face down on the mat and pushed up with her arms, locking her elbows while her knees and feet remained in contact with the floor. She also allowed her hips to sag a little which sort of lifted her chest a bit more upright, but she hoped Staff wouldn't complain. The biggest problem was her bra. It was fine for photo shoots and for wearing under uniform, but it hardly offered support or even concealment when exercising. It was not a combat bra!

Her other biggest problem was the audience. She may be a bit simple, but she was pretty sure that the guys were making the most of their chance to ogle her. Sir certainly was, she noted with pleasure, he'd said so. But the other guys? Her bum was totally on show, and her tits kept jumping out of the tiny bra. She knew she should be offended, horrified, angry, objectified. It was blatantly sexist, wrong, abusive. And lovely.

Shit! she thought to herself, fighting the arousal building inside her, arousal that was already wide awake and merely biding its time since the erotic photo shoot. Her nipples were swelling again but so far she reckoned she'd remained dry between her legs. Or at least, not leaked. She didn't think Sir had noticed anything when he was staring at her thong. Thankfully, she'd been able to keep her arms crossed for the squats and sit-ups, obscuring her chest in an attempt at modesty.

Elli risked a glance towards Ma'am, trying to give her a rueful, aw-shucks kind of grin, but it probably didn't come off. She couldn't cross her arms while doing press-ups. She concentrated on doing the exercise, her pace steady, not rushing, with no idea how long she'd need to keep going; but at least she wasn't bouncing her tits all over the place.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

While Rachel had noticed the grin aimed at her from Elli, the men were busy taking in the press-ups Elli was carrying out. To be more specific, they were taking in the view of her nipples, which were lifting out of her half-cups with every 'up' push. "Up and down to my timings." Gunny was going to make the most of this. "Down, up... down, up...down, up." Gunny leaving a long pause when Elli was in the up position before giving the down command. This allowed him and everyone else to get a good long look at her nipples.

"Burpees, go." Elli began the difficult exercise, her nipples popping into view during several of the positions she had to adopt during the exercise. The Gym was fairly warm and due to her exertions during the exercises Elli was beginning to perspire, her fit young body becoming with a shinny coating of sweat. Sensing that Elli was beginning to tire, Gunny wanted to attempt a couple of more exercises before calling time on the session.

"Squats again, this time I want you to hold your arms out horizontally, pointing straight ahead." Elli complied with the order and began to steadily squat down and up, as the men watched they got a good view of Elli's nipples as they popped over the top of the half cup bra when she was squatted down.

"Sit ups again. This time I want you to place your hands on your head, it's a bit more challenging that way. Will you hold her feet down again Clint.

"Of course, no problem."

As Elli adopted the position, Clint again grabbed her ankles, kneeling between her parted legs, leaning forward. As Elli sat up her nipples again popped out over the top of her bra. This gave the men, and especially Clint, a much better view. Clint was so close, if he leant forward slightly when she sat up he could have licked and sucked those nice, light pink nipples and areola's.

"Last one now Private, knees to chest." Elli began jumping up and down, bringing her knees up to her chest with every jump. Her tits bouncing up and down and nipples popping into sight. Having put the young soldier through her paces for about 20 minutes and was now breathing heavily, brought the exercise session to a close. "That will do Private, take a rest now."

With the exercise routine over Rachel congratulated Elli. "Well done Elli, good girl." With Elli looking over at her, Rachel switched off the video camera, making it very obviously to Elli that the display had just been recorded.

"Go fetch your sheet and I'll get my stamp and a pen." Gunny headed over to his office to grab the items.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli sank to the floor in a hot, sweaty, drained heap, absent mindedly shuffling and rearranging her underwear after her exertions. She grinned at earning a good girl from Ma'am, and shot Sir a quick look of half triumph at earning her stamp, and half question of did she do okay. She then noticed Ma'am turn off the video. They'd recorded her?

She was almost too tired to worry about it, the repeats of the earlier exercises taxing her a bit, and she scrambled inelegantly to her feet to get the signature sheet from among her things in the corner of the Gym, again checking that her minimal underwear just about covered her discreetly. She massaged her boobs to help them recover from the insane bouncing that the last exercise had induced; worse than any of the others. If nothing else, she could be confident that she had supple tits and that they were buoyant!

She'd been fully aware that this time, Sir had occupied his time holding her feet for the more difficult version of sit ups by studying her bra, instead of her thong. Thankfully he seemed to not mind that she was covered up unlike her topless display in his office. Was that a good thing? Or not? She couldn't decide. Men were sometimes difficult to understand.

Squatting down on her heels she rummaged through her discarded uniform for the signature sheet. This was a big step forward. Surely there would be nothing to prevent her doing the Initiation as soon as Sir and Ma'am were available? If they were convinced that she was ready? If she had done enough? She didn't yet know.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

While Elli was rummaging among her clothes for the signature sheet, Clint took the opportunity to ask Mal about the photo shoot. "How did the shoot go earlier today Mal? Do you think Elli has what it takes for a bit of a modelling career?"

"Yeah, it went well Sir. She has some natural talent, followed instructions well and wasn't shy in going topless, seemed to really like it even."

"She was topless during the shoot." Vinnie jumped in, unaware that Elli had revealed herself even more during the earlier shoot. "You lucky bastard! It was great seeing her nipples pop out during the exercises. And I got a good look down her top when I signed her sheet yesterday. But I'd love to see her properly topless."

"Did you enjoy looking at her Mal? Do you like her body?" Clint again directing questions to the models photographer.

"Yeah, she's got a hot little body. I'd like to see even more... take more photos I mean, of her naked if she'd be willing."

Knowing that Elli would be able to hear the conversation, and guessing it would be turning her on, Rachel encouraged the men to say even more. "I bet you'd all like to touch her? Do rude things to her?" Clint grinned at Rachel.

As one of the louder characters of the group, Vinnie was first to admit he would. "Absolutely Rachel, I'd love to grab and suck on those lovely little tits. She looks like she has a body made for sin and that's how it should be used."

Although he was the quieter member of the group, Rachel wanted to get the medic, Sgt Greg Hughes involved in the conversation. "What about you Greg?" Greg was silent for a moment, then an idea came to his mind. "She's a hot little thing for sure, but I need to remain professional. First I need to carry out an examination on her, check she's ok after the exercise and for any future activities."

Elli had seemed to be taking her time getting the sheet, chances are she was listening in to the conversation, thought Rachel. By the time the examination had been mentioned Elli was slowly making her way back to the group. Still only dressed in the skimpy red underwear. "Sgt Hughes, as a medic, has just mentioned he needs to check you out quickly Elli." Rachel hoping her friendly relationship with the girl would put her back at ease.

Beginning the quick check, Greg grabbed Elli's right arm and placed his fingers on her wrist to take her pulse while looking at his watch. "Now breath in and out, nice deep breaths. I don't have my stethoscope so I'm going to place my ear on your chest to listen. Is that ok?"

Elli just nodded her approval, dressed just in underwear and grasping the signature sheet in her left hand she took several deep breaths while the medical Sgt pressed his ear firmly against her chest. And by association, breasts.

"Just going to check your major muscle groups out now, make sure there is no obvious sign of injury." Greg continued to give a good squeeze to all of Elli's major muscles, paying particular attention to those in her legs.

It the meantime Gunny had returned and, after direction from Clint, Vinnie and Mal were moving a vault horse into position next to the exercise mat. At about west height, the house was the perfect height for what it was planned for.

"You're doing really well Elli." Clint offered some words of encouragement to the girl before confirming what was coming next. "Just one more punishment you have to endure for not completing the signature sheet on time. I think you know what position you need to adopt for me."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli glanced from Sir to the vaulting horse and back. She gulped. Swallowed.

“Yes, Sir!” What else could she say? Moving to the gym equipment that she'd just watched being placed she bent over, her tummy on its top, her arms handing down the far side, presenting her barely covered bum to everyone. The thong back was a bit unhelpful, providing no cover from their eyes and no protection from Sir's hand. She knew what was coming. At least the camera was no longer recording; she'd seen Ma'am switch it off.

But she had earned a doing really well from Sir. That was something to hold on to.

The medical exam had been a bit funny. Not comedy funny. The medic Sgt had probably gone cross-eyed when he had his head on her chest and looked down her bra. She'd felt his hot breath on her tits. And then his muscle exam had been more like a grope of her legs and bum. But Sir had looked on approvingly, and Ma'am had suggested it was necessary. So maybe it was? Maybe?

Of course, she'd guessed that something was up when she heard them all talking. Men! They obviously thought she couldn't hear, but the things they said! Ma'am was obviously laughing at them the way she provoked them to say more. It was good to have her on her side. But those things, a body made for sin, lovely little tits, do rude things to her, hot little body, naked photos, love to see her topless, got a good look down her top, they were all pretty good. Kind of praise. Like the wasn't shy going topless; that sounded like a compliment? Courage, spirit, soldierly qualities?

But what about, seemed to like going topless; did she? Was it obvious? What did that make her? Did it matter? And there was the nipples popped out during the exercises. On video? Shit! But at least it meant they couldn't use the video, would have to delete it? Wouldn't they?

There was no more time for reflection. She knew Sir was about to spank her. In front of an audience. Not just Ma'am. Would she hold her hands again? Elli was going to get wet, she just knew it. Could feel it starting already just anticipating the humiliation. In a minimal thong that would hide nothing. She squirmed.

Oh shit!

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Readying himself to dish out the spanking punishment, although he knew the positive reaction it caused Elli, Clint stepped up behind her. He paused, nodded at Rachel who, understanding the signal, turned the video camera back on and adjust the zoom to make sure neither her or any of the mens faces would be seen. Rachel then walked to the front of the gym equipment that Elli was bent over, took the sheet from her, placing it on the floor, then held her hands comfortingly and looked her in the eyes. "You can do this."

After hearing how all of the other men had been jealous about the photo shoot, Mal wanted to let them see what he had. "Would you all like me to send you copies of my photo shoot with Elli?" There was wholehearted agreement from all.

"You're ok with that aren't you Elli?" Rachel checking while also encouraging at the same time. "They have already seen a lot of you in the flesh so the photos shouldn't be a problem." As there was no refusal from Elli, Rachel informed Mal of what she required. "I need everyone to get copies they can look at straight after we're finished here. Certainly in time for this evening."

Clint then spoke to the rest of the group. "Gather round and watch closely, I'm going to spank this naughty girl, naughty for not completing the signature sheet within the time I had allowed. Notice the force I smack her with, I may allow some of you to help me punish her."

The thong underwear was a much better design for dishing out spankings than the normal plane cotton underwear Elli had previously worn, thought Clint. He then lifted his arm back and swung it firmly down onto the young soldiers right arse cheek. The smack caused the flesh of Elli's buttock to wobble around and made a loud smacking noise which echoed around the Gym. A further several strikes were landed with equal force, an even amount on each cheek. Being sure not to rush, in fact taking his time, Clint paused after each smack to gently caress her backside. Each blow had forced Elli to jump slightly forward but she pushed herself back to her original position each time. Clint had also began to see and smell the arousal his spanking had caused Elli, would the others notice her wetness.

With a nice red glow on Elli's backside, Clint offered the opportunity to the other men. "Ok who else thinks they can and want to punish this naughty girl? The four men formed an orderly queue with Vinnie at the front, then Mal, Greg and Gunny. "Ok, I'm limiting you all to two each. That will be sufficient for the spanking punishment."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Eight extra spanks! Eight! They hadn't all been of the same force or even in the same places, but all had copied Sir in stroking her bare bum cheeks and not hurrying. It was awful, stinging, shameful, objectionable. And utterly delicious.

Elli was becoming accustomed to how she relished what was totally inappropriate. But worse, Ma'am would know. With her looking so closely into the young soldier's eyes, the enjoyment and satisfaction must have been really obvious, despite Elli trying to look like she was merely enduring the punishment. Punishment? Or reward? Elli was too confused by her own reactions to know. Hopefully, Sir wouldn't have noticed, not being a woman. He'd joined Ma'am for that last set of spanks but, again hopefully, only detected a soldier's brave coping with adversity.

Her reactions. She was definitely wet. Maybe not soaking, but damp. Hot. Moist. With Sir facing her he wouldn't see. Elli stared deep into her friend's eyes, glancing at Sir too while panting to regain her breath. She still didn't know exactly what Sir thought. But thank goodness she had Ma'am on her side. To protect her. From the men and from herself.

The same men who were about to get copies of her half-naked photo shoot. But how could she not give her consent? She was hardly in a position to refuse anything Ma'am suggested. She needed her continued support to qualify for the initiation. But it was more than that. She simply needed Ma'am to think well of her. Be impressed by her. And Sir. Despite him calling her a naughty girl. That was almost as good as being called good girl. Wasnt it?

They both needed to believe that she was made of superior stuff, suitable to face a difficult level initiation, wouldn't back down or run away when it became challenging.

Now that the session was over, Elli stood up, adjusted her bra and thong to cover her as much as they ever would, retrieved her sheet, and took it to the PT Instructor. “Would you please let me have the stamp and signature, Staff?”

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Elli was stood in front of Gunny, arm stretched out in front of her, hand loosely gripping the booking in sheet. "Even better than that, I'll give you two. One on the sheet to mark your arrival to the Regiment, the second for successfully completing the physical punishment I administered, on your arse cheeks."

Grabbing the sheet from Elli, Gunny placed it on the top of the vault horse and stamped then signed. Handing back the sheet which now only required Clint's signature and stamp.

"You better bend over one more time Elli." Rachel spoke in a so matter of fact manner, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence. Elli followed the instruction, seemingly not giving it much thought, as if it was a normal thing to do.

With stamp in hand, Gunny pressed it down firmly on the left cheek of young girls reddened backside. Then, grabbing a marker pen from his top pocket, sprawled his signature on the right cheek. "Don't worry Private, the ink's not permanent so will wash off when you next shower."

With the stamp and signature from the Gym collected, only Clint's were now required to complete the sheet. "We'll need to head back to my office so I can finalise your arrival sheet. You'd better quickly get dressed, we wouldn't want just anyone seeing you walking around in your underwear."

As Elli quickly dressed in the corner of the Gym, Clint was speaking to the group who were now in a huddle, talking in a whisper to make sure Elli couldn't hear before breaking away as he noticed Elli was almost dressed. "Can you accompany us back to my office Rachel? We have an important situation to discuss."

With Elli now fully clothed, they all walked back to Clint's office. During the short walk, no one spoke, although Clint and Rachel did exchange a couple of looks. Elli walking slightly behind the two, sheet in hand. When they were all back in his office Clint grabbed his stamp and marker pen. "Ok Elli, place your sheet on the desk and open up your shirt. As with Gunny at the Gym I'm going to reward you with two stamps and signatures, one on your sheet and the other on your tits."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Oh!” was all Elli could say to that, surprised and shocked. Though not unhappy. She looked to Ma'am and saw only the same unremarkable acceptance as before with Staff's stamp on her bum, so she simply unfastened her shirt and held it wide open so that Sir would be able to stamp the upper slopes of her tits. She loved hearing Sir use that word of her chest. Tits, she repeated in her head.

Then she realised that despite the minimal nature of her bra material Sir might get the stamp or pen on her new underwear. She didn't want that.

“Sorry Sir, just a moment,” she added and fiddled about to drop the bra straps off her shoulders and tug the half-cups well below her still puffy nipples, baring the whole of each tit for Sir. “The ink?” she added by way of explanation. It was as if a Warrant officer putting a stamp and signature on her bare tits was perfectly normal. Which it sort of was. At least, Ma'am seemed to reinforce that idea.

As she sucked her tummy in and pusher chest out, both hands occupied with keeping her clothing out of the way, Elli looked to Ma'am wondering if she might hold the tits steady so that the stamp wouldn't smudge. For some reason that seemed important.

It was all making her tummy churn in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Before leaving the Gym she'd noticed the little gathering of everyone and the whispering, and had just assumed that Sir was ordering them all to be discreet about the session. But then Sir had said something to Ma'am about an important matter to discuss and they'd swapped knowing glances while Elli had followed them back to Sir's office.

Of course, it might have nothing to do with Elli. She shouldn't be so arrogant as to think that everything was about her. But on the other hand, she had just been punished even if it was delicious. Was she in some kind of trouble again? What might she have done wrong? Or forgotten? Did she use the wrong words, forget to say Sir or Ma'am or Staff or Sgt? Had she slighted or insulted any of them? Elli bit her lower lip and just looked at them both, worry creasing her forehead as she waited for the final stamps and signatures that would complete her booking-in.

She really was doing her best. What could possibly be wrong?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

With the stamp freshly inked, Clint grabbed Elli's right tit in his left hand, trying to keep it steady and held the stamp in his right. Clint had a firm grip of the firm breast, his thumb flicking over the puffed out nipple a couple of times before settling in place. He applied the stamp, carefully rolling it across the top of the breast with the bottom of the stamp just above Elli's areola. The stamp was nice and clear and straight. Removing his hand from the breast hi quickly stamped the sheet.

Now for the signature. This time placing his left hand on Elli's left breast pen ready in his right. It was difficult to adopt a steady position to complete the signature, after Clint had altered his grip and position a couple of times, but not begun the signature, Rachel stepped in to assist. "Let me help you Clint." Rachel walked behind Elli, placed her arms around and held a breast in each hand, keeping the left breast steady for Clint, he wasn't sure why she was holding both but Rachel was being careful not to smudge the stamp. Rachel pulled Elli tight towards her and Clint completed the signature, taking his time. Clint at the top of the breast, Dangler just below, the tail on the g of his surname curling down and around the nipple.

While Rachel continued to hold Elli's breasts, the sheet was then completed with Clint's signature. Holding out the sheet to Elli Clint informed her of the next task. "Ok Elli, that's your sheet completed. Go and file it away and then make Rachel and I a drink while we discuss your efforts and suitability for an initiation."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli stood there for a moment breathing deeply. The hands on her tits had felt so good. Before this first posting, she'd only ever had one person play with her tits, apart from herself. And he had been fairly rough and certainly ignorant. But this was so different.

Both Sir and Ma'am clearly knew how to make a girl's tits feel good. Really good. She'd almost whimpered but like a good soldier had exercised self-discipline and kept quiet. But the fondling, the holding, especially when it was four hands at the same time on her tits, well wow! Just wow! Her gusset was again hot and damp.

And there was something about being pulled back into Ma'am by her tits. Elli was straight, not lez, not bi. And yet. She wanted Ma'am to keep going, to explore, to force their bodies together.

If only she were allowed to masturbate, she'd work on that idea later.

“Yes, Sir!” was her reply. Trying not to disturb Ma'am's grip on her tits, Elli took the completed sheet and waited for Ma'am to release her. Then leaving her clothing undisturbed, she went to the office door and opened it, turned to face the two Warrant Officers, and brought herself smartly to attention. Her bared, signed, stamped, fondled tits wobbled deliciously. She hoped that they enjoyed the sight.

Elli then turned and left, not covering herself until she was out of sight. Sat at her desk she put a sheet of blotter over each tit to avoid smudges and set her bra and shirt back properly. They were discussing her efforts. And suitability. For the initiation. She felt that lurch in her tummy. Would they make a definite decision today? Would she know today? Could they be thinking as early as next weekend? Had she done enough to impress?

With the signature sheet filed, she made the drinks as ordered and returned to Sir's office, knocking and coming in when bidden to place the mugs on Sir's desk.

“Do Master and Mistress require slut to remain, Sir, Ma'am?” she asked, again stood at attention, biting her lower lip in nervous anticipation.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having watched Elli leave the office, her tits, marked with Clint's stamp and signature, wobbling gloriously as she came to attention at the doorway. Once she was out of sight, Clint and Rachel began to discuss the soldiers performance over the most recent tests. Conferring with each other about how ready she was for the initiation they had planned. The discussion didn't take long with a quick decision which was clear and unanimous. They waited for Elli to return.

When Elli had returned with the drinks, placing them on Clint's desk, and was stood at attention it was time to deliver the verdict. "Yes slut, we do require you to remain for a moment. Rachel and I have been discussing your recent performance and suitability for an initiation."

After a slight pause Rachel continued with the assessment of Elli. "We know you have the potential to achieve great things but the initiation should be carried out in the early days of your posting, so we have to judge your suitability for it now."

Another pause, Rachel and Clint delivering the verdict in a way the tv talent shows might. They both disliked the shows but were thinking that Elli might enjoy, both those shows and the anticipation and anguish being felt during the long pauses.

"We both really like you but it's been a tough decision to make, but we have came to a decision... We're happy to inform you that you have been selected for the difficult initiation. You must report to the Gym at 1900hrs tonight where you will be given tasks and tests to carry out, hopefully successfully."

Rachel had a few words of encouragement for Elli. "I know you can cope with anything we throw at you this evening. Not only that, I believe you will excel and prove your worth for some even more difficult military training and tests we are planning for someone in the near future."

Before dismissing the young soldier, Clint had a couple of things to add. "We can't let you know anything that is planned but if you have any other questions or concerns, now would be a good time to raise them? Also, we have the written request but I want verbal confirmation you still want to carry out the initiation?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Yes Sir! Oh yes, yes!” Elli tried to calm her excitement, to blink away the tears of joy that threatened to compromise her soldierlyness. If there was such a word. But now was not the time to distract herself with such questions. She must think. Now was her only chance to make sure she got this right.

“Um, yes Sir, yes Ma'am, I confirm that I wish to carry out the Difficult Initiation and be considered for the more difficult military training and tests that you mentioned, and am grateful for your confidence in me.” Elli's heart rate was beginning to return to normal now that she was getting used to the idea that she had been selected. She had been selected. The suspense had been agonising, but the result was all the sweeter because of it. Perhaps they should have videoed the announcement, and had a roving spotlight, and dramatic suspenseful music to make it more real.

“Um, the Gym, 1900, tonight. Er, in uniform? And do I need to bring anything with me? Sir? Ma'am?” Words that they'd just said flitted in amongst her thoughts. “We both really like you … potential to achieve great things … believe you will excel and prove your worth.” But whatever they said, Elli knew that Sir had taken some persuading and that it was him she needed to impress tonight, to prove that they had made the right decision. And it was Ma'am that she had to thank for this opportunity, and the next even more difficult training.

“Oh, and um, Sir, er,” and here she blushed, “will we still have the special after-hours extra training sessions?” The colour was rising up her neck and into her cheeks. She hoped that she wouldn't have to beg for the humiliation slut training to keep going. Or did she?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Enjoying the excitement Elli was displaying at finding out the news and making sure he restrained his own enjoyment of her reaction and excitement at what was to come, Clint answered the questions in a deadpan tone. "Yes, Private slut will report to the Gym in uniform at 1900hrs. You only need to bring yourself, anything else required for the tests will be provided by my team."

The final question, regarding the extra training, had to be answered more delicately. Clint could see Elli's neck and cheeks begin to redden so decided to make her work for an answer. He knew how, deep down, she enjoyed it. "Do you want to keep attending the special extra training sessions, either after hours or when possible? As you know, I'm very busy so I'd have to know it was worth my time." Clint glanced over to Rachel, she immediately knew what she was required to add.

"I'm sure you'll more than do yourself justice this evening Elli, but the more difficult military training and tests we are planning will require you to step up another level, maybe more. If you want to have any chance at being selected, never mind complete them successfully, it is imperative the training with 'Sir' continues."

"So then Elli," Clint talking in a matter of fact way, "if you want me to continue the extra training, training that incorporates submissive training, humiliation training and interrogation training and will potentially lead to Military progression. If you really want this you need to show me how much. Tell me, show me that it's what you want from me!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli wasn't quite sure what Sir wanted from her. What kind of demonstration and statement he was after. But it seemed obvious that she should at least be on her knees.

Quickly adopting the submissive pose of kneeling, straight-backed, facing Sir and Ma'am, hands clasped behind her, chin slightly lowered, and breathing fast and shallow, she immediately repeated her request, choosing to include the training areas that Sir had mentioned.

“Slut respectfully requests of Master and Mistress that the special extra training sessions continue after the Initiation, during after-hours and whenever possible, stepping up another level and more, and wishes to be prepared by Master and Mistress for the most difficult training and tests being planned, the extreme version,” and here she paused for a moment as a rush spread through her body from her damp inflamed pussy to her tingling engorged nipples, the thought of extreme training almost making her orgasm, “um, oh,” she panted a little, screwed her eyes up and forced herself to control her body and concentrate on what she hoped for, not wanting to waste this chance, “including submissive slut training, humiliation slut training, interrogation training, and any other training Sir and Ma'am decide is appropriate.” Elli breathed more normally for a moment, before adding, ”And slut will print out a signed request for Sir and Ma'am saying it.”

There, she was done. The rush was still there but now more of a quiet simmer rather than almost boiling over like before. She felt good, proud of herself. And Ma'am's confidence in her was a real boost to her self-belief. And she'd listened to Ma'am's hint of caution. But she'd managed to admit to what she wanted, to ask for it, to put herself in Master and Mistress's hands, to surrender to the deep sexual desires that she'd never known about before. It was scary. Terrifying, really. But oh, so exciting. She wondered if she was about to wet herself.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

It was a perfect response from Elli, everything Clint could have hoped for. He loved it when she adopted a submissive kneeling position, it turned him on so much, he allowed himself a moment to consider what future sessions might entail. Elli kneeling submissively, sucking his cock? the thought only added to his arousal.

"That's wonderful Elli," Clint's thoughts were interrupted by Rachel breaking the silence, she walked over to the young woman kneeling on the floor. "I'm glad to hear how committed my little pet is to the project we have planned for you." Rachel stroking her hand gently on Elli's head as she spoke.

"Yes Elli, exactly the response I was after." Clint regaining his composure and gathering his thoughts. "I'm therefore happy to continue your training. Get the signed request done and printed today, make sure it includes the submissive slut training, humiliation slut training, interrogation training, and any other training we decide is appropriate as just mentioned. Feel free to add details of anything else you would like us to consider teaching or training you to do. Two copies, one for each of us, bring it up to the gym this evening, you can give it to us then."

"Good girl Elli." Rachel again stroking Elli's hair as she spoke, "You'd better get back to your duties now, don't forget to complete the training request. We need to make sure everything is prepared for the initiation this evening. See you at 1900hrs."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli scrambled to her feet, brought herself to attention, turned about, and marched away to her desk, a deep glow of satisfaction warming her from the inside. Once she was sat down she hugged herself, knees clamped together, rocking forward and back, whimpering, “yes, yes, yes!” although in her head it sounded like a shout loud enough to recall the whole camp from weekend.

Regaining her composure she started typing into her computer, trying to remember what she'd said and confirmed. It was exciting, daring, arousing, and still scary. But good-scary. Fucking good-scary. Oh shit, she thought, am I about to cum? The assault on her senses was almost too much. She squeezed her eyes closed and thighs together, suppressing what was happening deep inside and between her legs. She knew that whatever this was, this thing that was going on with Sir and Ma'am, with Master and Mistress, she was hooked. Totally, unequivocally. And she yearned for more.

Once again under control, she completed what she needed to say and read it over.

It was in Memorandum format, from Slut, to Master and Mistress. The printed name under the signature line was slut Elli.

“I confirm that it is my wish to carry out the Difficult Initiation as arranged by Master and Mistress and their Team and also to be a candidate for all of the more difficult military training and tests that Master and Mistress are considering.

I also respectfully beg Master and Mistress to continue the special extra training sessions post Initiation, at any time and place decided by them, stepping up to higher levels, and further beg Master and Mistress to prepare me for the most difficult extreme training and tests being planned, including but not limited to submissive-slut training, humiliation-slut training, interrogation training, bondage-slut training, exhibitionism training, orgasm training, pet training, and any other training Sir and Ma'am decide is appropriate.”

Elli read it through a second time, feeling a delicious lurch of her insides as she thought about the new additions she'd put in. After all, Sir had said to include anything else she wanted, so she might as well mention something they hadn't really explored yet; bondage. She didn't know much about it but felt a desire to be restrained, tied. It excited her. And she'd enjoyed him flicking her nipples with the pace stick and running it over her body. She had also decided to specify those little extras of Ma'am's that she was enjoying so much, the exhibitionism from her room to the male block opposite, and being called pet. That had taken her by surprise. For some reason, Ma'am calling her my little pet and good girl, then stroking her hair had sent ripples through her from her nipples to her pussy. It conjured images of a collar and leash, of kitten ears on a headband, of being naked at Ma'am's feet while she worked at her office desk. It sent shivers through her. Would Ma'am share her pet with Sir?

Without saving the document Elli printed two copies only, signed both as slut Elli, and put them in envelopes addressed to Sir and Ma'am by their proper titles, with her proper title as the sender.

By the time 1900hrs was drawing near Elli was in a right state. She hadn't eaten properly, her nerves were shredded, her pussy was wet, and her nipples engorged. It was as if she were about to go on her first date with a boy she really fancied. It was so silly. She marched up to the Gym and saw Sir and Ma'am waiting for her at the door. No one else seemed to be around. She halted smartly, passed one of the two envelopes from her left hand to her right, and held out both as if they were tickets for her admission.

“Slut Elli reporting for Initiation, Sir, Ma'am!” she announced confidently, belying the inner turmoil and nerves.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

With everything at the Gym set up and ready, Clint and Rachel waited outside for Elli to arrive, she arrived right on time, just before 1900hrs. Handing each an envelope, both opened and read before beginning the initiation.

“I confirm that it is my wish to carry out the Difficult Initiation as arranged by Master and Mistress and their Team and also to be a candidate for all of the more difficult military training and tests that Master and Mistress are considering.

I also respectfully beg Master and Mistress to continue the special extra training sessions post Initiation, at any time and place decided by them, stepping up to higher levels, and further beg Master and Mistress to prepare me for the most difficult extreme training and tests being planned, including but not limited to submissive-slut training, humiliation-slut training, interrogation training, bondage-slut training, exhibitionism training, orgasm training, pet training, and any other training Sir and Ma'am decide is appropriate.”

There was a wry smile from both as they read but Rachel was the first to speak "That's really good Elli, it's good to see you've given it some thought. Also very wise to have added the additional bondage-slut, exhibitionism, orgasm and pet training to the list. I'm sure they will all be beneficial to your development."

"Yes, good girl Elli," Clint agreeing with Rachel's comments, "I'm looking forward to continuing your training. Now let's get this initiation started."

Clint opened the gym door, allowing Rachel and Elli to enter before following. All three were now stood in the hallway, the area had doors leading to the male and female changing rooms and large double doors leading into the Gym. There was a small table set against one of the walls, it usually contained a book for signing in and out of the gym but was now occupied with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses with whiskey already poured into each.

Seeing that Elli was looking nervous, Rachel moved to try and reassure her. "We have a medic on standby in the unlikely event he is required." Rachel put her arm around Elli and gave her a hug. She also hoped the whiskey might relax Elli a little. "There will be some surprises and tests but you'll be great, I know you will. The initiation is going to be recorded, this will allow us to watch back your performance to assess suitability for further tests." Rachel called for Mal and he walked through the door from the gym, video camera in hand.

Eager to get things started, Clint spoke again. "First test is to drink the whiskey, then remove your uniform in the changing room, return still wearing your boots."

"Are you ok with the initiation being filmed?" Rachel checking Elli was ok before the filming began. "I can come into the changing room with you if that will help?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Er, no, it's fine,” Elli replied, only half her mind on what Ma'am had just asked, giving a single answer to kind of cover both questions.

Elli felt so proud at Sir and Ma'am's reaction to her memo. She'd got it just right. They'd said so. Even commented and approved her little additions, calling them wise. This was an awesome start to her Initiation. She felt like she was already flying. She was so pleased, in fact, that she wasn't concentrating fully as they had continued.

Obviously, she'd noticed the whiskey straight away, as soon as they were in the Gym's outer hall. She'd heard the bit about a medic but not dwelt on it, aware of Sgt Morris filming discreetly so that she could ignore his presence and concentrate on doing well. On surpassing their expectations. Not only did she need to succeed in this, but she also wanted to impress enough to earn that place on the extreme training.

Mistress's hug was nice and reassuring. Sisterly. Confidence-boosting. As were her words. It really was good to have Ma'am in her corner.

But the test was to begin in earnest.

She thought about Sir's orders. Drink the whiskey, remove your uniform in the changing room, and return still wearing your boots. She could do this.

Elli stepped over to the table, lifted a glass of neat spirit, and head back, downed the fire in one go. She coughed and gasped as it burned her mouth and throat, but quickly recovered. Clearly, the second glass was a test. A good candidate would drink one. An excellent candidate would drink both. She lifted the second glass and downed that, too. It went down more easily. But she wanted to be outstanding, so lifting the bottle poured out more into the first glass. Taking a deep breath as the alcohol hit her, she downed the third glass as well.

Elli looked around and made eye contact with Sgt Morris's camera. “Fuck it!” she said, already hyped up, and poured out a refill into the second glass, toasting the video camera and knocking back her fourth shot. Slamming the empty glass on the table, she adjusted her vision, collected herself, and cried, “Let's do this!” in self-motivation.

After carefully walking alone through the changing room doors, she sat on the nearest bench and removed her uniform down to her red satin underwear, putting her boots back on as ordered, and made ready to go out to the hallway again. She was flying, not just from her memo and four whiskeys, but also from taking things further than required. From being outstanding. What would the outstanding candidate do now? She made the adjustments and totally naked apart from boots, stepped out to the hallway.