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56. MILITARY MASTERY.
Cpl Joe Longfellow and the new intake
I stood, waiting with my friend the provost sergeant, a total contrast to the spit and polish merchant next to me the cool welsh wind blowing round us outside the guardroom, as we waited the new arrivals. Me a corporal of 16 years service, dressed in boots, coveralls and a blue beret of the transport corp, a working guy, tucked away here in what would be known as a cushy billet, as far from bullshit as I could get.
I was in charge of the motor transport department here, known to everyone as Mr MT, a section of 10 men, or latterly men and women, a few civvies, fifteen assorted trucks, cars, vans and the like, and a road-sweeper!
We had not long to wait, an immaculate military coach appeared swinging into the gateway and up to the barrier.
The sentry checked the drivers ID card, the raised the red and white pole. The coach drew forward and stopped beside us. We boarded the vehicle and surveyed the hushed dozen assorted troops. A short tired looking lance-jack stood and introduced his scrawny body as being in charge, and handed over a nominal role.
The provo` introduced himself, as a third man now joined us, Sgt ‘minty’ lamb was always cutting life fine.
“Your here as reinforcements, some will stay on after the summer, some wont, your job is to do admin to the numerous troops who will come for a week or ten days to annoy us here and go climbing, canoeing or tramping across the welsh wetness from here, this base camp and oasis of peace, sister of the Caple-Curig base near mount Snowdon. Here you will find yourselves busy a\t times and bored stupid at others, it being a doddle of a job, the downside here is we are cut off from civilisation, some will love it some will hate it ...Tuff Tittie it won`t go away and neither will you till at least September so think on”
The speech was greeted by muffled groans, so he went on “it`s not all bad news, some of the strength are women!” he muttered under his breath though are some of them are rug munchers, “and with you now there is only 75 of us all told so we work like a family here.”
Sgt lamb will call the role and those called will be under his care, the remainder will be going to the MT lines with Cpl Longfellow. He turned to the lace-cpl and the driver and told them off for a brew, then to take their coach and bugger off back from whence they came sharpish, followed by swaggering away to his domain like a marionette.
The role called and ‘Minty`s’ lot gone I found himself with two women`s army girls and three young men which I led to the billets, the women`s quarters beside the square and the men near the back fence, well separated., well at least in theory. The respective civvi billet orderlies taking them under their wings showing them where Q stores for bedding and the like and the MT was and generally helping them to settle in, saying they were to report to the mt after dinner.
Sharp at two and they paraded with the rest of the drivers at the MT Park. Each of the staff detailed to their jobs I was left with the new five so I put them in the rest room gave them a brew, the Englishman`s cure for all things and gave them a quick rundown of the place, taking them individually to my little office to check details, licences and take a little time to get to know each ones strengths and weaknesses.
The three men were first, none of that ladies first crap here! I read the report from the training centre on the first, it glowed, and said the man was a good and steady driver, religious and quiet, so I assigned him to the padre, and called in l/ Cpl Clarke to issue him the little morris traveller that was assigned to the job then to point him to the little tin chapel.
The next candidate was reported to be a fast competent but steady man, he fitted the bill so was sent to the medical centre to take over the Landrover blood box, he would fit for that top heavy horror of an ambulance. The third was an out and out dipstick his report said ‘sets low standard and fails to achieve.’ The gangling lad was an unlikely soldier if ever I had seen one; I remembered my own start all those years ago. I too would never be a tick-tock guardsman type soldier, so had sympathy for the lad, maybe he would be better than he looked. Ever hopeful I jotted down the details then asked about experience?
“Just 12 weeks basic corporal!”
“Driving experience nitwit I know where you`ve come from!”
“I`ve driven tractors on the land since I was 10, but only had a licence this last 4 weeks corporal, dada`s a farmer see.!”
bloody hell a Welshman! “Where are you from lad?”
He gave an unintelligible welsh utterance, and then pointed to it on our wall map, ten miles south of us.
His local knowledge might just be his saving. We assigned him a 4 ton truck. And the next, the first of the woman appeared, short stubby, even powerful looking, her name Wendy Went and she was an obvious chatterbox.
I had pleasure in assigning her to a staff car and that prat of a second in command, my little revenge, I hated the man!
The last girl appeared, she was about 5 ft 6” trim tidy and with good legs. I was taken with her from the off. A little older that the rest perhaps 20 or 21, sophisticated but not a rub your nose in it sort of girl, she had her dark hair in a bun. She introduced herself as 433447 Caroline Phillips, the report was good and said that she would go far as a staff car driver.
We had a number of cars in a pool and they were used for all manner of jobs, so I allocated her to the better of the available motors a “standard vanguard” the staff car of the day.
Mickey Jervis sat over the books and chatted about the allocations, he had been here a couple of years and was my civvy assistant and clerk, every mt should have one!
He had watched the group from his desk, and had come to the conclusion, the same as I had, that the last was the pick of the bunch and taffy could be better than the report.
As it happened our reinforced unit settled down well, oh we had a few problems but by and large we were a good team, taffy turned out to be a rough cut gem, knowing tracks and lanes in the area that meant he was never stuck, was never late and the troops were always where they needed to be on time. Wendy talked the 2 i/c to death just as I hoped she would and Caroline well she was a big hit with whoever she drove, and in fact with all the lads in the camp, but I sensed there was something missing in her life.
It was in high season when I arranged an evening trip to the nearest beach for us all. All of the MT staff where invited. Caroline driving me in her car, my perks of the job, the rest in taffy`s truck.
And this is where the sexual story really starts.
It was a few miles to the beach about ½ an hour over awful roads, I took the chance of finding out and getting closer to this lovely woman while she masterfully drove us over the warm welsh hills.
Now me an older cpl and her being younger I thought I was in a no win situation with her, but I couldn’t have been more wrong, I suggested as we were in a limo and they a lumbering truck if we wanted to swim with them we should find a pub and stop for a quick one to let them get ahead, and to take a left at the next turn. Without hesitation she swung the big old car off at the next junction and within minutes I was at the bar of a little village pub in an of the main road retreat called llan some daft welsh name.
We sat in the garden, and began to chat, she was not one for the usual youngsters, she said she had recently split from her master, [to which my mind reeled] and was now a free woman. She when asked, said she had been cut loose, as she was not available now at his beck and call, he having found another sub to command.
I sat jaw slack, I asked if she would like to tell me about her sub life, and she said she was “at my command,” and then called me “sir” with a slow smile, then said she “would love to if I was interested, but we had best catch up soon, and not be missed.” Was she taking the proverbial I wondered?
We finished the drinks and on we went meeting up on the beach and all enjoying a swim together, her bikini and shape standing out against the other women of the section like a catwalk girl against the bulges of the short stout Wendy and the scrawny Emily, or the muscular Queeny and her girl-friend the under-weight Pat.
The four of the drivers we had with us all knew who to focus on; young Taffy had a date with Emily so the two new women were the target for the attentions of the rest. However that really meant Wendy after the swim, as rank has its privileges and I swept Caroline away, to the surprise of the rest, me telling the rest to ensure the truck got back safely.
We were soon backing in to the pub car park, then into the garden, in llan-whatever.
Neither of us having suggested it, it was as if by telepathy we had just turned off and the car was parked at the tiny pub, it was not to be the last time that happened, it was to be ‘our place’.
We both found we had a love for Dickensian novels and laughed at the name on the inn sign, it seemed like fate ‘the Dorrit inn’
I probed a little; from her records I knew she was a parson`s daughter from an Oxfordshire village. A good solid local schooling, followed by a steady job followed by joining up, perhaps a little later than some, but on the surface anyone`s record.
I asked her to dot the eyes, fill in the blanks, or whatever.
She bowed her head and haltingly began to tell her story;
She had become involved with the squires son, no simple love story, though after her naive unsophisticated girlhood, it seemed like all her birthdays at once. The young squire was a sadistic shit that used her as a sex object and she had mistaken it for love, he took her virginity, a splash of colour in her life, her job was solid but mundane and grey.
Then once the cherry had been picked the young squire soon tired of her, discarding her saying she was not classy enough and broken hearted realising she had been used, she put her whole being at her job, her life at a low spot, her boss soon took on a new role, he simply became her master, her sexual controller, her pain at his hand her relief, her escape, her get-away from her overbearing father and from her grey working life.
He introduced her slowly but surely to BDSM, first the bondage, later mild pain, and later more severe she had come to be addicted, the release of her pent up worries, fears and pressures with the release of the tears, loving the marks on her body wearing them like defiant trophies, that one day she would show her father in the hope that it would bring him to earth with a bump.
One weekend the master had shared her with his young son, instructing her to remove the lad`s virginity. She found that humiliating and the following weekend he bound her and let the lad play, using her sexually, and then whipping her cruelly to the laughter of his father.
That week the lad laughed at her openly, telling the other men in the office of her screams as he whipped her reducing her as a respected member of her office. It was the last straw, and had snapped her back to reality. She joined up that very afternoon.
Sadly she had shut her mind to everything and done her training, now she found the sex especially with the younger men on offer here, staid and boring. She missed the pain or the marks, and needed more to feel fulfilled.
By now my mind was looping the loops, did she really mean she was open to sex and with me.
Even I, slow Joe, Mr MT, was not going to miss this opportunity. Arm in arm we returned to the car, and set off back to the camp. As we booked in I noted the truck was back, we trundled to the mt and parked in the hanger, Caroline hanging the keys on her hook, then she returned to me and we gently kissed.
“So sir” she said “will you be my master?”
It was a gob smacking question, and I was quick to say “yes, though I`ve no experience!”
Her smile lit the room as she said “there was no experience necessary,” and that “I would soon learn.”
We fucked on my desk, it was magic, and as it had been some considerable time, it was a heavy spraying deal.
After, I walked her home to her billet. As she was to be away the next day taking our training officer to Aldershot and would not be home till Thursday late, we agreed to meet the next day, the Friday, after work.
To understand this old camp it would be as well to explain that the Mt was at the far side of nowhere, the small workshop with its two fitters under a civvy foreman was the only thing past the mt and the lot was surrounded by a ten foot high barbed topped fence , behind the mt shed cum garage were four earth topped what had been at one time windowless ammunition bunkers.
One as an oil store, one I had as a store, another the end one; overlooking the fuel pump as my office and the fourth had no real use, it was inconvenient and though dry and solid and about 12 feet x 10 feet was entered from my office, Mickey parked his bike in the tunnel to it each day.
‘Minty’ bless his cotton socks on my suggestion “to accommodate an on call driver if necessary” had supplied me a single army bed and a mattress [it had been handy for hangovers.] He now supplied me a new desk, my old being shifted with the bed into that no4 bunker. I had the place cleaned and sorted by old Fred our cleaner. I fitted a hook in the only beam myself after work and obtained a few old climbing ropes and block and tackle.
That left a cane, a whip and the likes.
For that I had a trip to collect some things for the mess steward by Landrover to Rhyl 60 miles, I volunteered my services as it was the nearest place I knew for a hire and sale shop for party clothes! So I took a trip. His gear aboard, I shopped for myself. I managed to collect a couple of thin and whippy cane`s, a long tail soft whip, and a pair of handcuffs, telling the haughty assistant it was for a wind up! Snotty welsh bastard looked as though he had heard that one before, tuff titty [I hope he reads this” lol]
On my return I followed Caroline`s returning staff car into camp, meeting over the booking in book and whispering for her to wear old waste clothes and bring a track suit when she came to me at the mt tomorrow evening, then walking smartly back to my vehicle and went to deliver the stuff I had been tasked to fetch.
Next day morning roll call and parade as usual, that over, I marched my little bunch to the mt and we halted at the garage, the fitter`s fell out and I allocated jobs, Mickey had the kettle on and as usual I turned to go to my office when Caroline sidled up and gave me a small parcel on it an envelope.
I knew better than open it in front of anyone so watched as she then drove away to fetch her passenger for the day.
We drank the tea and I had Mickey cycle over to HQ and fetch the requests for transport knowing he would be away for an hour as his girl worked in the office. Intrigued I opened the parcel and it was a single L plate, the learner intimation was obvious, and I laughed,
Hanging it on the door to bunker 4!
I opened the envelope in it a single sheet, it said;
Master,
My preference is for the following, you being a novice just get somewhere near and we will go from there.
I need to be secure, that`s your choice of how.
I need to be naked but how you achieve that again is your choice
My body needs tenderising, a hand or whip is best
Finally I need a thin stiff Cane precisely and neatly and leaving good regular marks, and tearful pain. The number is your choice and you can take me after, I am on the pill and would be honoured to be used by you.
Sensibly it was not signed!
I wrote a note [with a nod to dickens] and placed it in her message pigeon hole; it just said “Barcus is willing and will be ready at 7!”
Minty and I then went on a reccy of a climb he was hoping to include on the next course.
Her car was cleaned filled and parked up at 4, the note vanished and she had gone to tea before I was back,
I ate, showered and changed into a black track suit before jogging over to my office, my stomach in knots, my keys rattled in the of the silent office, the place felt strange and empty. I brewed tea, something normal, mind now in turmoil, was this all a driver` s windup, would she even arrive! I sat at my new desk, the door open and that last few minutes seemed like a week. There was a timid knock, my heart jumped, the door swung open, a tremulous male voice called out. Bugger it, was the bloody roving guard pick helve over shoulder! I had forgotten him I set his mind at rest that it was just Mr MT doing overtime! He toddled away; he wouldn’t bother me again tonight!
I finished my tea, just as the door opened and Caroline appeared. I locked us in, and offered tea, and she laughed, shaking her head, “God master you know how to turn a subs head!”
“If you are serious girl, I will master you but it does not mean I am bad mannered!” I told her, “if this is some sort of wind-up you will regret it believe me, if it genuine and you want pain, I am happy to give it, and in here out of reach you may receive it if you deserve it, but it`s our secret and outwardly you will be just another driver. Do you accept that?”
Her face fell, then after a second`s pause she said “oh, I am serious, please believe me, I crave pain, I have since he got me hooked on it, but I want you to be something a lot more, I want to be your sub that`s true, but I want to be your lover and your girlfriend as well, I have been in love with you since the second you got on our bus.”
My jaw dropped a bit, was this, a true love at first sight thing or just an infatuation?
Sensing my apprehension, he went on “Ok here we have a role to play but off camp I am from now your lover and in here I am yours to use please don’t lets have any doubts.”
I knew she was sincere and we kissed, my mind whirling a long and hard kiss it was not to be the last.
She stood and faced me bowed her head a little and said quietly but forcefully “I am ready master!” The moment was the most significant I can remember in my whole life.
She had put down her bag of clothes, on my desk saying that was for after, I now collected them,
I opened the door leading to bunker 4, behind it was a short passage then a second door which I unlocked, then led her into the small dark room, switching on the single bulb. It was her first glimpse of the place.
It was a concrete walled room, bare but for the single bed, a chair and my old desk. I told her that above us was 4 feet of earth, and basically we are now underground, between us and the world are three closed doors. In here and only here she could submit her body to me and scream as much as she wished no man on earth would hear her from here.
There were just two keys and she alone would hold one, and she alone could present it to me then I would know what she wanted. That alone would not be up to me. Other than that I would make all her sexual decisions for her.
She nodded and whispered “yes master”
“I take it you need to change?” again the quiet sure voice said “Yes master, I thought it safer to come in the track suit that I would leave in someone may see me”
I hadn`t thought of that, so, not wishing to see her naked before I had her secured, I grunted “Ok you have 3 minutes” and I went out It was 3 long minutes for me.
Scissors in hand I returned to our chamber, carefully closing each door behind me as I went she was standing arms at her sides, facing the door she had on a short grey skirt, an old tight pink tee shirt, and trainers stood right under the single light bulb she looked fantastic, her hair tied back in a tail, neat, tidy and out of the way, her face expectant perhaps a little flushed, her eyes lowered not in the least way defiant.
From the desk I took the handcuffs lifting each wrist in turn in my large paws, clicking the wristlets on in front of this passive woman I was about to secure.
From the deep bottom drawer I took one of the ropes fed it through the pulley and secured the end to the centre of the cuffs. Pulling the rope raised her hands above her head I tied it off to the desk, there being no other securing point, something I would need to rectify in the future.
I took the scissors and snipped the end of the short sleeve of her right arm, with each click of the blades her thin shirt shredded exposing just a little more of her bare skin.
The thin pink cloth becoming rags, as that right shoulder peeled itself from the now exposed solid black bra.
I couldn’t resist handling the soft breast in its black support, she moaned involuntarily, especially as my thumb briefly found her nipple. The cold scissors began again on the left arm snip, snip, snip the sound echoing round the smooth walls.
The top fell away hanging round her stomach, the whole bra now exposed, both breasts proving more than I could resist kissing the exposed flesh, kneading the soft pliant nipples to become erect nubs.
The remains of the shirt were dealt with next the sliced rags dropping like an autumn petal.
Decision now, skirt or bra, those magnificent breasts won, with a snip the shoulder strap went, snip its sister fell both hanging from the black support as my scissors again slid up into the cleft between the fabulous breasts. Harder work now the thicker material at the centre front of the bra causing me some delay till with a triumphal snap the cups separated and the halter fell from her body exposing those wonderful breasts proudly displayed, not overlarge with little droop, but oh so fantastic. Kissable erect nipples on areolas of brown that I just could not resist, my lips enfolding the left nub the right firmly between thumb and forefinger my left arm scissors still on fingers pulling her body towards me in a hug. Her eyes closed her head back as far as her secure arms let her, her body emitting a long low moan of enjoyment.
The embrace lasted a few moments then my lust filled loins remembered that there was more, fingers flitted down to the waistband of the skirt, in my haste buttons flew as I tugged at the thing and it began it journey to the ground. Matching black knickers smooth, nylon, the crutch wet, showing just how much she was turned on womanly smells, groans, I tore at this last covering , she groaned in pain this time as the nylon resisted me and dug into her beautiful flesh, I remembered the scissors still clutched in my left hand, resistance by the nylon proving fruitless, against the still cold steel of the remorseless blades. The tattered rags falling to the floor revealing her bald shaved pussy to my eager gaze, the redundant scissors followed with a clatter, as I knelt to kiss the wet slot, she began to groan and whisper “yes, yes, yes.”
I glanced up into those imploring eyes, deep liquid pools of lust, gazing down at me silently begging me to abuse her, I knew what it was she wanted and that it was time to misuse her very ready body.
From the desk I took the whip, until now she had had no idea of the existence of that or the canes I had bought with her in mind, she had been expecting my hand to spank her oh so willing arse.
I began gently, power surged through me as those first strokes landed, knowing it would become so much more severe, she, letting out a gasp as the thongs caressed her backside. The look of sublime enjoyment on her face increasing as each stroke landed she was absorbing it like a sponge.
I added a bit more strength with every stroke; she raised her head the invitation to whip her lovely breasts obvious even to me, the once lovely alabaster smooth skin began to turn pink and become tender. I strengthened the stroke yet again, and she turned under the lift facing away from me and slowly lifted her left leg like a ballerina, exposing the soft sexual cave of her body to my aim.
Her moans and grunts nearly continuous now as the thongs snapped and slapped at her inner leg, then the other and finally at the sex itself, laying itself from rosebud to clit in a long red line. This was the last whip stroke, and it caused her to climax massively for the first time her leg dropping to the floor again and denying me access.
I lay the whip down and released the rope turning her and lying her face down over the desk end. I went to take her from the back, and realising my intension she hissed at me that “she wanted stripes first” and then in a pleading voice added the single word “please.”
From the desk drawer I took the canes, flexing first one and then the other in front of her eyes, one thin and stiff the other thicker and more whippy. I held them up in front of her “Your choice” I said, she nodded to my left hand, the stiffer one of the pair. From the drawer I took a dice, rolled it and it came up with a 5.
Looking straight at her I said 5 strokes girl you will count. She nodded the whispered for me “not to spare her!”
WHACK and she screamed a red line appeared parallel to the ground taking in the left buttock before the right low on the curved lower overhang and leaving a single red welt. “One sir” she shouted.
A second passed, then the second struck again the Whack, another scream and a second welt appeared perhaps three quarters of an inch above the first, this one marking both orbs equally.
“Two sirrrrrr” she cried rolling the R like a demented scot.
The third struck, tears began to form and her scream echoed round the room a high wail reverberating on the eardrums, “three sir, three” she cried. The three crisp lines red on pink, a grid, and her fingers gripping the far desk edge. I knew it was taking a lot of grit for her to remain in place so I offered to secure her.
Gratefully she nodded, so I added a rope from the cuffs through the legs of the desk taking away her choice.
The forth would be a trial, but she bore it bravely I was glad though that we were in a sound proof Bunker, as she jerked back against the rope and screamed once again. That fourth line completing the grid.
Through her sobs the gasped “four” was just discernible.
All heart I let her regain a little of her composure, making her wait till her breathing settled a little before that last stroke, diagonal the line ran from lower left to upper right across the grid, at some point crossing each of the other lines. Pinpoints of her blood at each crossing and though I say it myself artistry of a high order.
Her reaction was an arched back, head thrown back, a loud and pitiful scream echoing around the small place, and the cuffs digging into the fleshy wrists.
She climaxed once more, nipples stiff as thumbs breath in gasps, wet spraying from her as yet unused sex
I placed the canes and the whip back in the top drawer then moved behind her, and slid my rigid cock into her wet tunnel, her hot arse burning against my lap as I began my ride. I could not last long, my seed spilling deep in her guts, as she climaxed spectacularly yet again.
I staggered to the chair and sat shattered surveying the marked and ravaged girl still secured before me, still wet eyed and sobbing for breath, unable even to dry her eyes and still secured along the desk like some medieval sacrifice.
We both knew we would walk this way again, and that a bond had been formed.
Cpl Joe Longfellow and the new intake
I stood, waiting with my friend the provost sergeant, a total contrast to the spit and polish merchant next to me the cool welsh wind blowing round us outside the guardroom, as we waited the new arrivals. Me a corporal of 16 years service, dressed in boots, coveralls and a blue beret of the transport corp, a working guy, tucked away here in what would be known as a cushy billet, as far from bullshit as I could get.
I was in charge of the motor transport department here, known to everyone as Mr MT, a section of 10 men, or latterly men and women, a few civvies, fifteen assorted trucks, cars, vans and the like, and a road-sweeper!
We had not long to wait, an immaculate military coach appeared swinging into the gateway and up to the barrier.
The sentry checked the drivers ID card, the raised the red and white pole. The coach drew forward and stopped beside us. We boarded the vehicle and surveyed the hushed dozen assorted troops. A short tired looking lance-jack stood and introduced his scrawny body as being in charge, and handed over a nominal role.
The provo` introduced himself, as a third man now joined us, Sgt ‘minty’ lamb was always cutting life fine.
“Your here as reinforcements, some will stay on after the summer, some wont, your job is to do admin to the numerous troops who will come for a week or ten days to annoy us here and go climbing, canoeing or tramping across the welsh wetness from here, this base camp and oasis of peace, sister of the Caple-Curig base near mount Snowdon. Here you will find yourselves busy a\t times and bored stupid at others, it being a doddle of a job, the downside here is we are cut off from civilisation, some will love it some will hate it ...Tuff Tittie it won`t go away and neither will you till at least September so think on”
The speech was greeted by muffled groans, so he went on “it`s not all bad news, some of the strength are women!” he muttered under his breath though are some of them are rug munchers, “and with you now there is only 75 of us all told so we work like a family here.”
Sgt lamb will call the role and those called will be under his care, the remainder will be going to the MT lines with Cpl Longfellow. He turned to the lace-cpl and the driver and told them off for a brew, then to take their coach and bugger off back from whence they came sharpish, followed by swaggering away to his domain like a marionette.
The role called and ‘Minty`s’ lot gone I found himself with two women`s army girls and three young men which I led to the billets, the women`s quarters beside the square and the men near the back fence, well separated., well at least in theory. The respective civvi billet orderlies taking them under their wings showing them where Q stores for bedding and the like and the MT was and generally helping them to settle in, saying they were to report to the mt after dinner.
Sharp at two and they paraded with the rest of the drivers at the MT Park. Each of the staff detailed to their jobs I was left with the new five so I put them in the rest room gave them a brew, the Englishman`s cure for all things and gave them a quick rundown of the place, taking them individually to my little office to check details, licences and take a little time to get to know each ones strengths and weaknesses.
The three men were first, none of that ladies first crap here! I read the report from the training centre on the first, it glowed, and said the man was a good and steady driver, religious and quiet, so I assigned him to the padre, and called in l/ Cpl Clarke to issue him the little morris traveller that was assigned to the job then to point him to the little tin chapel.
The next candidate was reported to be a fast competent but steady man, he fitted the bill so was sent to the medical centre to take over the Landrover blood box, he would fit for that top heavy horror of an ambulance. The third was an out and out dipstick his report said ‘sets low standard and fails to achieve.’ The gangling lad was an unlikely soldier if ever I had seen one; I remembered my own start all those years ago. I too would never be a tick-tock guardsman type soldier, so had sympathy for the lad, maybe he would be better than he looked. Ever hopeful I jotted down the details then asked about experience?
“Just 12 weeks basic corporal!”
“Driving experience nitwit I know where you`ve come from!”
“I`ve driven tractors on the land since I was 10, but only had a licence this last 4 weeks corporal, dada`s a farmer see.!”
bloody hell a Welshman! “Where are you from lad?”
He gave an unintelligible welsh utterance, and then pointed to it on our wall map, ten miles south of us.
His local knowledge might just be his saving. We assigned him a 4 ton truck. And the next, the first of the woman appeared, short stubby, even powerful looking, her name Wendy Went and she was an obvious chatterbox.
I had pleasure in assigning her to a staff car and that prat of a second in command, my little revenge, I hated the man!
The last girl appeared, she was about 5 ft 6” trim tidy and with good legs. I was taken with her from the off. A little older that the rest perhaps 20 or 21, sophisticated but not a rub your nose in it sort of girl, she had her dark hair in a bun. She introduced herself as 433447 Caroline Phillips, the report was good and said that she would go far as a staff car driver.
We had a number of cars in a pool and they were used for all manner of jobs, so I allocated her to the better of the available motors a “standard vanguard” the staff car of the day.
Mickey Jervis sat over the books and chatted about the allocations, he had been here a couple of years and was my civvy assistant and clerk, every mt should have one!
He had watched the group from his desk, and had come to the conclusion, the same as I had, that the last was the pick of the bunch and taffy could be better than the report.
As it happened our reinforced unit settled down well, oh we had a few problems but by and large we were a good team, taffy turned out to be a rough cut gem, knowing tracks and lanes in the area that meant he was never stuck, was never late and the troops were always where they needed to be on time. Wendy talked the 2 i/c to death just as I hoped she would and Caroline well she was a big hit with whoever she drove, and in fact with all the lads in the camp, but I sensed there was something missing in her life.
It was in high season when I arranged an evening trip to the nearest beach for us all. All of the MT staff where invited. Caroline driving me in her car, my perks of the job, the rest in taffy`s truck.
And this is where the sexual story really starts.
It was a few miles to the beach about ½ an hour over awful roads, I took the chance of finding out and getting closer to this lovely woman while she masterfully drove us over the warm welsh hills.
Now me an older cpl and her being younger I thought I was in a no win situation with her, but I couldn’t have been more wrong, I suggested as we were in a limo and they a lumbering truck if we wanted to swim with them we should find a pub and stop for a quick one to let them get ahead, and to take a left at the next turn. Without hesitation she swung the big old car off at the next junction and within minutes I was at the bar of a little village pub in an of the main road retreat called llan some daft welsh name.
We sat in the garden, and began to chat, she was not one for the usual youngsters, she said she had recently split from her master, [to which my mind reeled] and was now a free woman. She when asked, said she had been cut loose, as she was not available now at his beck and call, he having found another sub to command.
I sat jaw slack, I asked if she would like to tell me about her sub life, and she said she was “at my command,” and then called me “sir” with a slow smile, then said she “would love to if I was interested, but we had best catch up soon, and not be missed.” Was she taking the proverbial I wondered?
We finished the drinks and on we went meeting up on the beach and all enjoying a swim together, her bikini and shape standing out against the other women of the section like a catwalk girl against the bulges of the short stout Wendy and the scrawny Emily, or the muscular Queeny and her girl-friend the under-weight Pat.
The four of the drivers we had with us all knew who to focus on; young Taffy had a date with Emily so the two new women were the target for the attentions of the rest. However that really meant Wendy after the swim, as rank has its privileges and I swept Caroline away, to the surprise of the rest, me telling the rest to ensure the truck got back safely.
We were soon backing in to the pub car park, then into the garden, in llan-whatever.
Neither of us having suggested it, it was as if by telepathy we had just turned off and the car was parked at the tiny pub, it was not to be the last time that happened, it was to be ‘our place’.
We both found we had a love for Dickensian novels and laughed at the name on the inn sign, it seemed like fate ‘the Dorrit inn’
I probed a little; from her records I knew she was a parson`s daughter from an Oxfordshire village. A good solid local schooling, followed by a steady job followed by joining up, perhaps a little later than some, but on the surface anyone`s record.
I asked her to dot the eyes, fill in the blanks, or whatever.
She bowed her head and haltingly began to tell her story;
She had become involved with the squires son, no simple love story, though after her naive unsophisticated girlhood, it seemed like all her birthdays at once. The young squire was a sadistic shit that used her as a sex object and she had mistaken it for love, he took her virginity, a splash of colour in her life, her job was solid but mundane and grey.
Then once the cherry had been picked the young squire soon tired of her, discarding her saying she was not classy enough and broken hearted realising she had been used, she put her whole being at her job, her life at a low spot, her boss soon took on a new role, he simply became her master, her sexual controller, her pain at his hand her relief, her escape, her get-away from her overbearing father and from her grey working life.
He introduced her slowly but surely to BDSM, first the bondage, later mild pain, and later more severe she had come to be addicted, the release of her pent up worries, fears and pressures with the release of the tears, loving the marks on her body wearing them like defiant trophies, that one day she would show her father in the hope that it would bring him to earth with a bump.
One weekend the master had shared her with his young son, instructing her to remove the lad`s virginity. She found that humiliating and the following weekend he bound her and let the lad play, using her sexually, and then whipping her cruelly to the laughter of his father.
That week the lad laughed at her openly, telling the other men in the office of her screams as he whipped her reducing her as a respected member of her office. It was the last straw, and had snapped her back to reality. She joined up that very afternoon.
Sadly she had shut her mind to everything and done her training, now she found the sex especially with the younger men on offer here, staid and boring. She missed the pain or the marks, and needed more to feel fulfilled.
By now my mind was looping the loops, did she really mean she was open to sex and with me.
Even I, slow Joe, Mr MT, was not going to miss this opportunity. Arm in arm we returned to the car, and set off back to the camp. As we booked in I noted the truck was back, we trundled to the mt and parked in the hanger, Caroline hanging the keys on her hook, then she returned to me and we gently kissed.
“So sir” she said “will you be my master?”
It was a gob smacking question, and I was quick to say “yes, though I`ve no experience!”
Her smile lit the room as she said “there was no experience necessary,” and that “I would soon learn.”
We fucked on my desk, it was magic, and as it had been some considerable time, it was a heavy spraying deal.
After, I walked her home to her billet. As she was to be away the next day taking our training officer to Aldershot and would not be home till Thursday late, we agreed to meet the next day, the Friday, after work.
To understand this old camp it would be as well to explain that the Mt was at the far side of nowhere, the small workshop with its two fitters under a civvy foreman was the only thing past the mt and the lot was surrounded by a ten foot high barbed topped fence , behind the mt shed cum garage were four earth topped what had been at one time windowless ammunition bunkers.
One as an oil store, one I had as a store, another the end one; overlooking the fuel pump as my office and the fourth had no real use, it was inconvenient and though dry and solid and about 12 feet x 10 feet was entered from my office, Mickey parked his bike in the tunnel to it each day.
‘Minty’ bless his cotton socks on my suggestion “to accommodate an on call driver if necessary” had supplied me a single army bed and a mattress [it had been handy for hangovers.] He now supplied me a new desk, my old being shifted with the bed into that no4 bunker. I had the place cleaned and sorted by old Fred our cleaner. I fitted a hook in the only beam myself after work and obtained a few old climbing ropes and block and tackle.
That left a cane, a whip and the likes.
For that I had a trip to collect some things for the mess steward by Landrover to Rhyl 60 miles, I volunteered my services as it was the nearest place I knew for a hire and sale shop for party clothes! So I took a trip. His gear aboard, I shopped for myself. I managed to collect a couple of thin and whippy cane`s, a long tail soft whip, and a pair of handcuffs, telling the haughty assistant it was for a wind up! Snotty welsh bastard looked as though he had heard that one before, tuff titty [I hope he reads this” lol]
On my return I followed Caroline`s returning staff car into camp, meeting over the booking in book and whispering for her to wear old waste clothes and bring a track suit when she came to me at the mt tomorrow evening, then walking smartly back to my vehicle and went to deliver the stuff I had been tasked to fetch.
Next day morning roll call and parade as usual, that over, I marched my little bunch to the mt and we halted at the garage, the fitter`s fell out and I allocated jobs, Mickey had the kettle on and as usual I turned to go to my office when Caroline sidled up and gave me a small parcel on it an envelope.
I knew better than open it in front of anyone so watched as she then drove away to fetch her passenger for the day.
We drank the tea and I had Mickey cycle over to HQ and fetch the requests for transport knowing he would be away for an hour as his girl worked in the office. Intrigued I opened the parcel and it was a single L plate, the learner intimation was obvious, and I laughed,
Hanging it on the door to bunker 4!
I opened the envelope in it a single sheet, it said;
Master,
My preference is for the following, you being a novice just get somewhere near and we will go from there.
I need to be secure, that`s your choice of how.
I need to be naked but how you achieve that again is your choice
My body needs tenderising, a hand or whip is best
Finally I need a thin stiff Cane precisely and neatly and leaving good regular marks, and tearful pain. The number is your choice and you can take me after, I am on the pill and would be honoured to be used by you.
Sensibly it was not signed!
I wrote a note [with a nod to dickens] and placed it in her message pigeon hole; it just said “Barcus is willing and will be ready at 7!”
Minty and I then went on a reccy of a climb he was hoping to include on the next course.
Her car was cleaned filled and parked up at 4, the note vanished and she had gone to tea before I was back,
I ate, showered and changed into a black track suit before jogging over to my office, my stomach in knots, my keys rattled in the of the silent office, the place felt strange and empty. I brewed tea, something normal, mind now in turmoil, was this all a driver` s windup, would she even arrive! I sat at my new desk, the door open and that last few minutes seemed like a week. There was a timid knock, my heart jumped, the door swung open, a tremulous male voice called out. Bugger it, was the bloody roving guard pick helve over shoulder! I had forgotten him I set his mind at rest that it was just Mr MT doing overtime! He toddled away; he wouldn’t bother me again tonight!
I finished my tea, just as the door opened and Caroline appeared. I locked us in, and offered tea, and she laughed, shaking her head, “God master you know how to turn a subs head!”
“If you are serious girl, I will master you but it does not mean I am bad mannered!” I told her, “if this is some sort of wind-up you will regret it believe me, if it genuine and you want pain, I am happy to give it, and in here out of reach you may receive it if you deserve it, but it`s our secret and outwardly you will be just another driver. Do you accept that?”
Her face fell, then after a second`s pause she said “oh, I am serious, please believe me, I crave pain, I have since he got me hooked on it, but I want you to be something a lot more, I want to be your sub that`s true, but I want to be your lover and your girlfriend as well, I have been in love with you since the second you got on our bus.”
My jaw dropped a bit, was this, a true love at first sight thing or just an infatuation?
Sensing my apprehension, he went on “Ok here we have a role to play but off camp I am from now your lover and in here I am yours to use please don’t lets have any doubts.”
I knew she was sincere and we kissed, my mind whirling a long and hard kiss it was not to be the last.
She stood and faced me bowed her head a little and said quietly but forcefully “I am ready master!” The moment was the most significant I can remember in my whole life.
She had put down her bag of clothes, on my desk saying that was for after, I now collected them,
I opened the door leading to bunker 4, behind it was a short passage then a second door which I unlocked, then led her into the small dark room, switching on the single bulb. It was her first glimpse of the place.
It was a concrete walled room, bare but for the single bed, a chair and my old desk. I told her that above us was 4 feet of earth, and basically we are now underground, between us and the world are three closed doors. In here and only here she could submit her body to me and scream as much as she wished no man on earth would hear her from here.
There were just two keys and she alone would hold one, and she alone could present it to me then I would know what she wanted. That alone would not be up to me. Other than that I would make all her sexual decisions for her.
She nodded and whispered “yes master”
“I take it you need to change?” again the quiet sure voice said “Yes master, I thought it safer to come in the track suit that I would leave in someone may see me”
I hadn`t thought of that, so, not wishing to see her naked before I had her secured, I grunted “Ok you have 3 minutes” and I went out It was 3 long minutes for me.
Scissors in hand I returned to our chamber, carefully closing each door behind me as I went she was standing arms at her sides, facing the door she had on a short grey skirt, an old tight pink tee shirt, and trainers stood right under the single light bulb she looked fantastic, her hair tied back in a tail, neat, tidy and out of the way, her face expectant perhaps a little flushed, her eyes lowered not in the least way defiant.
From the desk I took the handcuffs lifting each wrist in turn in my large paws, clicking the wristlets on in front of this passive woman I was about to secure.
From the deep bottom drawer I took one of the ropes fed it through the pulley and secured the end to the centre of the cuffs. Pulling the rope raised her hands above her head I tied it off to the desk, there being no other securing point, something I would need to rectify in the future.
I took the scissors and snipped the end of the short sleeve of her right arm, with each click of the blades her thin shirt shredded exposing just a little more of her bare skin.
The thin pink cloth becoming rags, as that right shoulder peeled itself from the now exposed solid black bra.
I couldn’t resist handling the soft breast in its black support, she moaned involuntarily, especially as my thumb briefly found her nipple. The cold scissors began again on the left arm snip, snip, snip the sound echoing round the smooth walls.
The top fell away hanging round her stomach, the whole bra now exposed, both breasts proving more than I could resist kissing the exposed flesh, kneading the soft pliant nipples to become erect nubs.
The remains of the shirt were dealt with next the sliced rags dropping like an autumn petal.
Decision now, skirt or bra, those magnificent breasts won, with a snip the shoulder strap went, snip its sister fell both hanging from the black support as my scissors again slid up into the cleft between the fabulous breasts. Harder work now the thicker material at the centre front of the bra causing me some delay till with a triumphal snap the cups separated and the halter fell from her body exposing those wonderful breasts proudly displayed, not overlarge with little droop, but oh so fantastic. Kissable erect nipples on areolas of brown that I just could not resist, my lips enfolding the left nub the right firmly between thumb and forefinger my left arm scissors still on fingers pulling her body towards me in a hug. Her eyes closed her head back as far as her secure arms let her, her body emitting a long low moan of enjoyment.
The embrace lasted a few moments then my lust filled loins remembered that there was more, fingers flitted down to the waistband of the skirt, in my haste buttons flew as I tugged at the thing and it began it journey to the ground. Matching black knickers smooth, nylon, the crutch wet, showing just how much she was turned on womanly smells, groans, I tore at this last covering , she groaned in pain this time as the nylon resisted me and dug into her beautiful flesh, I remembered the scissors still clutched in my left hand, resistance by the nylon proving fruitless, against the still cold steel of the remorseless blades. The tattered rags falling to the floor revealing her bald shaved pussy to my eager gaze, the redundant scissors followed with a clatter, as I knelt to kiss the wet slot, she began to groan and whisper “yes, yes, yes.”
I glanced up into those imploring eyes, deep liquid pools of lust, gazing down at me silently begging me to abuse her, I knew what it was she wanted and that it was time to misuse her very ready body.
From the desk I took the whip, until now she had had no idea of the existence of that or the canes I had bought with her in mind, she had been expecting my hand to spank her oh so willing arse.
I began gently, power surged through me as those first strokes landed, knowing it would become so much more severe, she, letting out a gasp as the thongs caressed her backside. The look of sublime enjoyment on her face increasing as each stroke landed she was absorbing it like a sponge.
I added a bit more strength with every stroke; she raised her head the invitation to whip her lovely breasts obvious even to me, the once lovely alabaster smooth skin began to turn pink and become tender. I strengthened the stroke yet again, and she turned under the lift facing away from me and slowly lifted her left leg like a ballerina, exposing the soft sexual cave of her body to my aim.
Her moans and grunts nearly continuous now as the thongs snapped and slapped at her inner leg, then the other and finally at the sex itself, laying itself from rosebud to clit in a long red line. This was the last whip stroke, and it caused her to climax massively for the first time her leg dropping to the floor again and denying me access.
I lay the whip down and released the rope turning her and lying her face down over the desk end. I went to take her from the back, and realising my intension she hissed at me that “she wanted stripes first” and then in a pleading voice added the single word “please.”
From the desk drawer I took the canes, flexing first one and then the other in front of her eyes, one thin and stiff the other thicker and more whippy. I held them up in front of her “Your choice” I said, she nodded to my left hand, the stiffer one of the pair. From the drawer I took a dice, rolled it and it came up with a 5.
Looking straight at her I said 5 strokes girl you will count. She nodded the whispered for me “not to spare her!”
WHACK and she screamed a red line appeared parallel to the ground taking in the left buttock before the right low on the curved lower overhang and leaving a single red welt. “One sir” she shouted.
A second passed, then the second struck again the Whack, another scream and a second welt appeared perhaps three quarters of an inch above the first, this one marking both orbs equally.
“Two sirrrrrr” she cried rolling the R like a demented scot.
The third struck, tears began to form and her scream echoed round the room a high wail reverberating on the eardrums, “three sir, three” she cried. The three crisp lines red on pink, a grid, and her fingers gripping the far desk edge. I knew it was taking a lot of grit for her to remain in place so I offered to secure her.
Gratefully she nodded, so I added a rope from the cuffs through the legs of the desk taking away her choice.
The forth would be a trial, but she bore it bravely I was glad though that we were in a sound proof Bunker, as she jerked back against the rope and screamed once again. That fourth line completing the grid.
Through her sobs the gasped “four” was just discernible.
All heart I let her regain a little of her composure, making her wait till her breathing settled a little before that last stroke, diagonal the line ran from lower left to upper right across the grid, at some point crossing each of the other lines. Pinpoints of her blood at each crossing and though I say it myself artistry of a high order.
Her reaction was an arched back, head thrown back, a loud and pitiful scream echoing around the small place, and the cuffs digging into the fleshy wrists.
She climaxed once more, nipples stiff as thumbs breath in gasps, wet spraying from her as yet unused sex
I placed the canes and the whip back in the top drawer then moved behind her, and slid my rigid cock into her wet tunnel, her hot arse burning against my lap as I began my ride. I could not last long, my seed spilling deep in her guts, as she climaxed spectacularly yet again.
I staggered to the chair and sat shattered surveying the marked and ravaged girl still secured before me, still wet eyed and sobbing for breath, unable even to dry her eyes and still secured along the desk like some medieval sacrifice.
We both knew we would walk this way again, and that a bond had been formed.
Elouise
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