Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[AndreaSubbie]

Day 1

"Private Elli Slut!" She groaned as she heard her name being miscalled yet again, but hurried to the summons.

It should have been, "Private Lutte," first name Ellis. A perfectly good name for a girl. Lots of women in her mother's family had been called Ellis. But none of their mothers had married a Mr. Lutte. Only hers. And her parents never saw the cruel joke. Why would they? They were very proper, very middle class. From Middle England. In fact, middle-of-the-road in everything from politics to religion. Nothing extreme. Certainly the word slut wouldn't be familiar to them. But it was familiar to Elli. It had been pointed out repeatedly through school. And now the Army was taking up the mantle.

She checked herself over, not wanting to have anything wrong with her uniform which fitted her surprisingly well. When she'd been issued with it such a short time ago, she'd been dreading the results. She'd heard the stories, about how you sent the Army all your measurements and sizes, and then they made sure to avoid any items that corresponded. But no, her 56kg and 165cm fitted neatly into every item of uniform, including the size 5 boots and shoes; and mostly obscured her 28b chest. As she looked herself over she checked from toe to head like they'd been taught. Clean Working Dress; boots shiny black, trousers straight and not too tight, shirt pressed and open at the throat, her green t-shirt ironed, beret tucked into her wide belt just like she'd seen Americans do in the movies. Everything straight, everything tucked in, clean and presentable.

Time to go in.

And meet her boss. The Warrant Officer. She must remember to call him Sir.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

WO2, Company Sergeant Major (CSM) Clint Dangler sat in his office awaiting the new arrival for her initial interview. He had worked hard to quickly climb through the ranks and was now reaping the privileges and respect someone of his rank enjoyed.

It was Private Lutte’s first day with the Regiment, having just completed training, she was to act as the Company Clerk during her time there and he would have regular dealings with her. WO2 Dangler would normally get new privates in, tell them what he expected, give them their sheet, for booking into all departments within the Regiment, and out again as quickly as possible. Private Lutte would be different though. He had seen her as she arrived, very sexy little young thing, not many female soldiers look good in uniform but she certainly did. He thought he might be able to have a little fun with her. If he played things right he might be able to have lots of fun with her. Announcing her name as Private Elli Slut might just be the start.

As a senior soldier, with bundles of experience, the rules about not fraternising with or taking advantage of soldiers under your command were well known to him. If things went wrong, and he got found out, it could cost him his marriage and career. Private Elli Slut was so very sexy that she might just be worth the risk. He’d have to play things very carefully though.

He heard the knock on her door and called for her to enter.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Private Lutte opened the door, marched in, halted, almost remembered not to salute but her right hand started the movement before her brain told it to stop. Don't salute without her beret on. Duh!

Elli was now thrown, her concentration scrambled among a bundle of nerves.

"Private Lutte reporting, Sergeant, Sir, shit, Sir I mean, Private Slut reporting Sir, no, I mean Lutte, Sir, Elli Lutte, Ellis ..." Elli ground to an undignified silence, her composure lost along with her concentration. She vaguely remembered that first impressions are made in a few seconds. Her new Boss must think her a complete waste of the Army's training budget. Tears stung her eyes as her humiliation deepened, broadcast to the world by the red tide rising up her throat to her cheeks.

She forced herself to remain standing rigidly at attention, dreading the reprimand she knew she knew she deserved. What a way to start. She'd probably be on punishment detail Day 1. Way to go, Elli, she thought. Great start! She stood in silence waiting for the Warrant Officer to rip her to shreds.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

WO2 Clint Dangler sat at his desk, taking in the array of errors Private Lutte was making in front of him. He'd seen it before of course, nervous new soldiers often panic when in front of their superiors. She appeared lost and afraid, a redness coming to her cheeks, it took all of his self control not to laugh or at least smirk. She was a beautiful young woman though, no denying that.

Had most other soldiers made such a mess of entering his office Clint would have yelled at them and kicked them out. He felt though, that Private Lutte required a different approach. As she stood there silently, tears in her eyes he rose from his seat and approached her. He spoke with authority, control and conviction.

"Private Lutte, or I can call you Elli or Private Slut if thats what you prefer?" Clint did have every intention of not only calling her slut, but making and treating her as a slut. During his pause he noticed that she was about to speak, then quickly thought better of it. "Don't they teach you how to act in front of Warrant Officers (WO's) in training anymore, or can you not remember everything you were taught? It looked as if you were about to salute me, and even if you had your beret on, you salute Commissioned Officers not Warrant Officers!"

Clint walked round to the side of Elli, he watched her eyes begin to follow him. "Eyes front Private Elli Slut." She quickly obeyed his orders. Standing behind her now, almost touching her, breathing in her scent he spoke again. "I think you require some remedial lessons on how to behave around your seniors, we'll arrange something soon."

He sat back down. "Now tell me a little about yourself?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"About myself?" Elli blinked away the tears that thankfully hadn't actually overflowed, but was caught unprepared. Again. After the briefest of pauses that was still far too long, she added, "Sir?" once again mentally kicking herself for compounding all her previous errors.

And what was that about Sir calling her Private Slut? Had she really just introduced herself by that name? Shit, she thought to herself.

Still holding herself rigidly at attention she said, "Um, myself, Sir? Er, I'm Elli to most people who know me, Sir, straight from school into the Army, um, used to do gymnastics a bit and swam for my school, and um, was a Prefect?" Elli paused for a moment, trying to suppress the memory of her stream of mistakes on entering the office. "I'm not normally so terrible at presenting myself, Sir, but I was nervous, am nervous. I'm normally pretty good at remembering things and was almost top of my class in training, Sir, but I understand I deserve remedial training and punishment, Sir, on how to behave properly, and will carry out your orders to the best of my ability, Sir, all of them."

Elli blinked hard, hoping she'd made up a bit for her poor start, but wished she hadn't said that last bit. About obeying all Sir's orders. It made it sound like she might choose which orders to obey, which obviously she wouldn't. Choose, that is. It wasn't for new soldiers fresh from basic training to presume to know best. To pick or choose which orders they felt like following, yet she'd made it sound like that's what she thought. It felt like she might actually have made things worse rather than better.

She knew enough, at least, to avoid making things even worse by trying to talk herself out of the mess. She stood there, immobile, waiting for another telling off.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint sat and listened intently, trying to get a feel for how open to suggestion Private Lutte might be. Swimming and gymnastics, they were both activities he could look to use to his advantage. Try to get her to perform for him, obey him while not fully dressed, if he's able to move things in the right direction that is. Then Private Lutte made the statement about obeying all of his orders. That was an opening that was too good not to test out.

Clint again stood up from his seat before speaking. "Private Lutte, obedience and loyalty are two of the values I demand from soldiers working for me, serving me. You have stated that you will follow my orders, lets test that out now. "Mark time." Private Lutte, after a split second hesitation, began marching on the spot. Clint watched closely, watching her legs working up and down and her breasts move slightly beneath her combat shirt. She didn't have huge breasts but he was glad of that, having never been a fan of oversized tits. "Halt." Private Lutte drove her right leg to the floor and stopped her marching. Clint delivered his next order. "About turn." Private Lutte swung round 180 degrees so she was now facing away from him. Time for Clint to check her out from behind. "Mark Time." Private Lutte again began to march on the spot. Taking in her shapely rear, Clint could see, even through the Army uniform that what Private Lutte, Elli had was a firm, tight sexy figure.

"Halt... about turn" Clint returned Elli to her original position facing him. She certainly seemed happy to follow his orders. He wanted to order her to kneel down in front of him, to remove all of her clothes now, but he knew he had to take it slowly. Don't get ahead of yourself Clint, take it a step at a time, he thought to himself. There's plenty of time to get her to do all of the things you want.

"Here is your booking in sheet." Clint passed Private Lutte the sheet while he spoke. "I'll sign last, once you have all other signatures. End of the week should give you plenty of time to get back to me with it complete. I'll be in touch soon regarding more remedial training you clearly require... You're dismissed."

Another plan was forming in his head. I'd better phone Vinnie, Clint thought to himself and let him in on my idea before Private Lutte gets his signature.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Taking the booking-in sheet in her left hand, Elli stepped back one pace, turned about, and marched to the door and out.

Then she went around the corner to where she hoped she wouldn't be seen by anyone and scrunched down as small as she could, squatting against the wall with her head buried in her arms. Except she was still holding the signature sheet that Sir had given her.

How could she have made so many mistakes in one short interview? Remedial training. And Sir was right, she did need it. There was only one way to make up for such a shitty start; impress. She had to impress Sir and all the other department heads. Get every signature. By the end of the week. Or sooner. Be obedient, punctual, capable. A good soldier. Thank goodness her drill was okay. That was something that she'd excelled at in training, probably helped by her gymnastics and dance. She lifted her head and smiled to herself as she recalled how it had felt marching on the spot and turning. It had felt good. Precision moves carried out economically and accurately. That was something she was definitely good at.

Cheered by the prospect of having a chance to put things right, at having a plan, a mission, Elli stood up, wiped her eyes, straightened her uniform, and headed to where she had to be next. Glancing at the signature sheet she found the first department she'd need to visit. She also needed to report to the Unit's office to take up her duties as Company Clerk, which of course was her real job.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

The short drill practice in his office had been impressive for such a junior soldier, fast, strong and precise. There was certainly an athletic body hidden underneath that uniform, a body Clint was eager to see more of. First of all there was the matter of the booking-in sheet. There were several different departments where a Private Lutte would require ink stamp and signatures on her sheet before returning it to Clint for the final stamp and signature. Gym, Medical Centre, Dental Centre, Regimental HQ, Workshop, Clothing Store, QM's Store and Welfare Office to name a few. As well as for clerical reasons the procedure was also used to allow new soldiers to get to know the camp layout and key personalities. He only needed her to be unable to get one.

There was only one choice on who to call and help with the plan, Staff Sergeant (SSgt) 'Vinnie' Vincent. Despite Clint being a rank above him, he and Vinny had been friends and colleagues for years. They had served together from a young age, Clint had promoted through the ranks more quickly but it never altered their friendship. He knew he could trust him, they trusted each other, would trust each other with their lives if ever they needed to.

Quickly dialing his friends number he heard him answer in his usual, cheerful manner. Although a burly Scotsman who could be firm and aggressive when he needed to his natural demeanour was friendly and welcoming. Clint spoke urgently. "Vinnie, listen carefully, I need you to do something for me. I have a new Clerk just arrived, Private Lutte, She'll be needing a stamp and signature from you at the QM's Store. Make sure she doesn't get it before the end of the week."

Knowing his friend well the response from Vinnie was short. "What devious plot are you scheming?"

"I'll fill you in on the details over a beer later Vinnie, don't worry about it yet. Just know there might be a benefit for both of us if things play out as I hope." Clint finished by arranging to meet Vinnie later. "See you 1900hrs in the Sgts Mess bar to let you in on the plan."

Although struggling to keep his mind off Private Lutte, imagining what he wanted to make her do for him, he did have duties to carry out. Deciding to himself that he should check in on Private Lutte later in the day, just to see how she was settling in.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

At the Unit office, Elli reported in, confirmed that she'd already been interviewed by the Warrant Officer, showed her booking-in sheet, and was given a short lecture on her duties as Company Clerk. She listened carefully, was shown around, told where everything was that she'd need in order to discharge her duties, attempted to memorise names and faces, and then was sent off to start collecting the stamps and signatures on her sheet.

Marching across the site she tried to look as soldierly as she could, to bring credit to her Boss the WO, and find the gym. It wasn't difficult, as it turned out. She went inside, removed her beret, and looked on the wall map for the staff office. Inside the gym, there was a class of some kind going on, with soldiers in combat trousers, boots, and green t-shirts being put through their paces by a fierce and gruff sounding senior man wearing a white sleeveless top with red trim. She guessed that he must be the sergeant whose signature and stamp she needed. Clutching her booking-in sheet in one hand and her beret in the other, she hovered in the wide doorway, uncertain what she should do next. Elli didn't want to disturb the class, but also she didn't want to just disappear. She hoped still to get her stamp and signature.

"And rest!" said the PT instructor, and the class members all sank gratefully to the floor in various attitudes of physical tiredness.

"Yes, soldier?" The gruff authoritative voice was aimed at her.

"Er, Private Lutte, Sir, Private Ellis Lutte?" She waived her booking-in sheet in her left hand. Damn, she thought, did every senior NCO reduce her to a nervous wreck?

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Inside the gym the Physical Training Instructor (PTI), Sgt 'Gunny' Gunn, was just finishing the scheduled combat PT session with one of the Platoon's. Most of the session had taken place outside, they'd been worked hard, but he added a little extra in the gym just to make sure. He took his role of making and keeping soldiers fighting fit very seriously. He noticed a young female soldier standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. He ended the lesson, much to the delight of the soldiers, and headed over to see what she wanted.

"Why are you addressing me as Sir? Fresh out of training I'm guessing? Don't they teach you how to address PTI's in training? You will address me and all PTI's as Staff!"

He grabbed the sheet out of Private Lutte's hand. After a quick glance he looked her in the eyes again before speaking.

"So I see you're going to be Bravo Company Clerk. WO2 Dangler will be your CSM. He expects the highest of standards from soldiers, especially those within his Bravo Company. I hope you can start making quick improvements. Listen to him, do as he says and he will make you the best you can be. We all think very highly of him, don't let him down."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Staff, sorry, Staff," Elli could feel herself tearing up again as yet another failure was added to her first day. "I promise I'll do my best Staff, and not let him down. I want to be a credit to him and his Company." She hoped her little loyal speech might make up for her mistakes.

"Um, can you sign and stamp my sheet please, Staff?"

Elli stood to attention, in best parade ground manner, hoping the sergeant would notice how good her posture was. At the moment, drill was the only thing going for her. So far she hadn't mucked that up. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the soldiers in the class were all watching her, weighing her up. Probably thinking what a silly raw recruit, so obviously fresh from basic training, hardly a credit to the regiment. No doubt they all wished she was nowhere near their place of work.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Glancing down at the sheet again before he spoke Sgt Gunn looked at the name of the new joiner written at the top. "You'll have to come back another time... Private Elli...sLutte, I'm too busy at the moment. I need to carry out the cool down for them." Sgt Gunn motioned over to the soldiers, all of who were now staring at them. "I've also got another group due in soon." Gunny handed back the booking in sheet to Private Lutte.

"You're on your first PT session with us tomorrow morning. Just a steady state run I think. How's your running? Looks like you have good posture so good core strength hopefully." Gunny looked her up and down slowly. "WO2 Dangler always leads from the front on PT sessions. He'll expect you to keep up with the pace. You look fit and it sound as though you're keen to do what it takes to try and impress him. I'm looking forward to see how you cope with the physical activities given to you."

Waiting a second for any response... Gunny then turned to head back to the PT group to begin the cool down.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Come back another time? Private Elli ... Slut?

Elli stepped smartly back one pace, turned about in her best parade style, and marched out of the gym clutching her beret and the sheet in her left hand. Once back outside she put her beret on and marched herself to the back of the gym building where she could pause out of sight.

"Shit!" she muttered. Couldn't she do anything right? Elli leaned back against the wall, left foot braces behind her, flat against the vertical surface, and thought. This was her first day in her first posting, and she was making lots of simple, stupid errors. She was creating a bad first impression. Her future in the Army might well depend on making a success of this. She thought again about what Staff had said, about his advice. Despite being scary and gruff he was actually quite nice. caring, in a masculine unemotional sort of way. Not that she fancied him. Or Sir. They were both old. But something in their manner. The confidence, the authority. It made her tummy tingle. And the way that Staff had looked at her, assessed her physically. He called her fit. Not fit like the boys meant, obviously, but sports fit. But still, he did call her fit. And ... he acknowledged that she was trying to do well, to impress. Things weren't as bad as she feared. She just had to keep coming back until she got the signature and stamp. Plenty of time before the end of the week.

And yes, she would do her best, obey every order, and prove herself to be a good, loyal, obedient soldier.

Standing up straight, she tidied her uniform, squared her beret, and marched off to try and get the next signature and stamp on her sheet.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

After a busy day of meetings, appointments and duties, not forgetting the morning interview with Private (Pte) Ellis Lutte, the working day was drawing to a close. WO2 Clint Dangler had also made several phone calls to his closest and most trusted allies, arranging to meet them in the WOs' and Sgts' Mess bar that evening. He wanted to let them all in on his plans for Pte Lutte later that week, it was vitally important, he thought, to get one person in particular onside with the plan. He was sure she would be open to assisting.

Remembering his decision to check in on Pte Lutte, and with some outgoing mail to drop into the Clerks office Clint locked his office door and headed along the corridor to the office she would be working from. Being built for several people to work from it was a larger office than his. It had a counter at the entrance, dividing the room from the three desks at the other side, although it was rare more that two Clerks worked from the office at any one time. As he walked in Pte Lutte stood, arms braced by her side and gave a polite "Afternoon Sir."

"At ease. Carry on with your work." Clint flipped up the hatch in the counter as he spoke, dropped the letters into the outgoing mail slot and walked over to the desk at which Pte Lutte was sat. She was busy away at her computer but he had notice her glance over at him from the corner of her eye as he walked across the room. It was almost as if she wanted to look at him but was trying not to.

Standing at the side of her as she sat in her chair, Clint got as close as possible, staring down at her as she worked. It's a shame she's wearing a t-shirt under her shirt, he thought to himself as he looked down at her. Wearing of or not wearing a t-shirt under the shirt was optional at the Regiment. I would have a really nice view from here if she didn't. "How's the first day and booking in going Pte Lutte?" Clint was sure he noticed a reddening of her neck and cheeks.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Fine, thank you, Sir," Elli replied, and she stopped typing at the computer. The Form she was filling in could wait. Instead, she opened a desk drawer and brought out her booking-in sheet.

"There, Sir, three today. The PTI Sergeant said I should come back later. We've got PT in the morning, of course, so I might be able to get that done tomorrow. And then I was going to visit Training and try to get that one too. That would be five, and maybe Clothing and QM Stores, too? I'm trying really hard, Sir, doing my best. Staff said I have good posture and core strength and look fit, " Elli blushed at the double meaning, "and that I should do my best to keep up with the physical activities you give me, Sir, and that everyone thinks very highly of you and I mustn't let you down, or the Company or the Regiment and I won't, Sir, I promise."

Elli was breathless by the time she'd finished trying to repair all the damage she'd already done with her poor first impressions. Day one. Almost over. Tomorrow she would do much better. After the Company run, she'd visit Training as she had said, and be careful to obey everything the WO told her and make an excellent first impression.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

It was a sunny morning as Clint headed towards the gym in his trainers, running shorts and Company t-shirt. Even though he had drank a few beers in the Mess bar last night he had a spring in his step. The meeting last night with his group of friends had went well, he knew all of the men would be eager to help out with his plans for Pte Lutte but was particularly pleased with how enthusiastic WO2 Rachel West had been about it. Clint had always liked Rachel, good at her job and it takes a strong character to succeed in such a male dominated environment. Clint found her attractive too, not as young and fresh as Pte Lutte but still in good shape and with flowing blonde hair, when not tied up in a bun, she was a good looking woman. There was no sexual history between her and Clint, but he had heard stories of flings she'd had with some other men in the regiment.

His thoughts returned to Pte Lutte, how would she be looking in her shorts? It would at least give him a chance to get a better look at those legs. And that would hopefully only be the start. When he arrived at the gym the soldiers taking part in the run were all formed up in three ranks, Private Lutte stood at the front, standing up straight, chest out, presenting herself well. She was wearing trainers with ankle socks, tight fitting Company t-shirt and very short running shorts. I'd better make sure I position myself well during the cool down and stretch off, Clint thought to himself. He checked everyone was present then handed over to the PTI, Sgt Gunn, to start the run.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Day 2

The run was no problem for Elli. She'd been well above average in all the PT of basic training and had joined the Army with an already high level of fitness. This she could do. Just like drill. Her shorts gave her plenty of freedom of movement and the tight sports bra under her t-shirt kept her small chest from wobbling about. She felt good. It was important that she make a good impression, hence putting herself in the front rank and keeping up with the pace, hoping to be noticed favourably by both the WO and the PTI Sgt.

She did everything right and with enthusiasm. Running hard, stretching properly, listening to every order and direction, and obeying immediately, typically being the first to respond every time. It was a good session. After showering and changing back into uniform she marched off to get the first of that day's signatures on her sheet, heading for the Training Department. She found the place easily enough and checking the building map made her way to the office, knocked politely but firmly right-handed, beret and sheet gripped in her left hand.

When invited to enter she opened the door, stepped smartly through, and marched forward two paces. A Warrant officer instead of a sergeant. A woman Warrant Officer! Elli blinked, adjusted her expectations, and announced, "Private Lutte reporting for joining signature and stamp, Ma'am!"

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint had been impressed with how well Pte Lutte had done during the run. She had kept up with the pace, seemingly without any problem. He had positioned himself behind her during the cool down and stretches. Getting a good look at her tight arse as she bent down to stretch her hamstrings. While showering afterwards Clint thought about Elli, Pte Lutte showering too, naked and soapy. She again seemed ready to obey every order given to her. Watching her shower in the gym, after a private PT session might be something to consider in the near future. If he was able to turn her into his 'Pte Elli Slut', no order would be disobeyed. It was over to WO2 Rachel West to help Elli make the next step to an obedient slut.

WO2 Rachel West was sat in her office planning the next training exercise for the Regiment when she heard the knock on her door. After being given permission to enter, Pte Lutte was stood before her. Young attractive and, no doubt, desired by all of the men in the Regiment. Just like Rachel had been when she was younger. She could see why Clint and the other men wanted to take advantage of her, and ultimately to fuck her. Yes, Rachel thought to herself, helping to humiliate and turn this girl into a slut for Clint and his gang was going to be a pleasure.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli stood to attention, conscious of the scrutiny she was receiving. She tried not to blink or fidget.

It was no surprise that a woman Warrant Officer would be especially concerned that a new female soldier should do well. After all, the senior woman had succeeded in a man's world on her own merits, probably one of the first to do so. She'd want all the other female soldiers to reflect well on her and woman-kind. For the pride of it. To prove that they were as good as men and should be taken seriously. As equals.

Elli kept her eyes averted as the WO(2) got up from behind her desk and walked slowly around the new soldier, clearly inspecting her more closely even than when on Parade. Unconsciously Elli braced herself stiffly, only to be told off for moving. Shit, she thought. Once Ma'am was facing her again, Elli was interrogated, no doubt to find out if she was of the right stuff, to see if she would cope like the WO(2) had coped, to see if she would be a credit to the Regiment as a female soldier.

The young recruit answered all Ma'am's questions as best she could, again summarising her background like she'd had to do for Sir. And more. The gymnastics, the swimming, the willingness to do whatever it took, to be obedient. To be a credit. Admitting that she'd had a boyfriend for a short time. Actively had a boyfriend. Or been had. Elli blushed bright red at the intimate admission.

Then the WO(2) changed the subject and hinted that Elli was improperly dressed. Yes, she was wearing the uniform correctly. Yes, it was clean and smart and she was well-presented. But the t-shirt. Optional. Yet Elli was wearing one. Optional, yes; permitted, certainly. But what did it suggest? It looked defensive, like Pte Lutte was hiding behind more layers than was necessary. It gave the impression that Pte Lutte was afraid. That she didn't see herself as an equal. As a soldier. That she considered women inferior, needing extra protection, unable to compete on equal terms. It didn't create a good impression.

Elli was confused. She wasn't being given an order. It wasn't even guidance. It was much worse. It was like Elli was letting the WO(2) down. That she was a disappointment. Elli felt crushed. What could she do? You can't make the first impression a second time. She'd blown it. And after such a good start to her second day. The run had gone so well, though she wasn't sure if Sir or the Sgt PTI had noticed her. Such a great start to day two. Such an improvement on day one. And now this.

Well, if Elli couldn't make her first impression again, she could repair the damage? Make good her mistake?

With nervous, fumbling fingers Elli unbuttoned her camouflage shirt and slipped out of it, then whipped the offending green t-shirt off over her head, thankful that her white bra was also clean and presentable, and buttoned the shirt back up.


Once again at attention, now properly dressed, Elli said, "Sorry, Ma'am, I won't wear one again under the shirt."

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

As Pte Lutte stood to attention in her office, WO2 Rachel West got up and walked over to where she was stood, wanting to inspect her closely. See exactly how compliant she might be to what Clint had planned. Rachel began by asking a few general questions, trying to get Pte Lutte to relax a little.

Then moving to questioning about a boyfriend, not currently having a boyfriend would make it easier for Clint and his gang to take advantage of the young girl. It was obvious from the answers that Pte Lutte wasn't a virgin, who is at 19 these days. The blushing at the admission made Rachel think that she wasn't greatly experienced a sex. She wondered how many boys had touched her, what acts she had carried out, what positions she had, had sex in. Maybe Rachel would question the young soldier again, learn more details of her previous sexual activities. Find out what turn on's the young woman has.

And then there was the t-shirt Pte Lutte was wearing, something had to be said about that. "That t-shirt won't do. I don't wear one under my shirt. Don't try and hide who you are, you should be proud to be a woman in the Army." After a short pause and much to Rachel's surprise Pte Lutte unbuttoned her shirt, removed it and then the t-shirt. With the t-shirt removed Rachel could see what a tight and toned body Pte Lutte had, her tits, hidden under the white bra also looked firm, I bet they wouldn't sag when that bra's removed, she thought to herself. There was a jealousy from the older woman, jealous that she no longer had a body like Pte Lutte. Clint and the gang are going to enjoy that body, and I'll enjoy watching her humiliation.

Shirt now back on and buttoned up Pte Lutte stood back to attention then apologised to Rachel, promising not to wear a t-shirt again. Clint was right about this one, definitely open being corrupted.

While taking the sheet of paper from Pte Lutte the WO made an offer of further assistance. "I like to help out other female soldiers where I can, if you ever want any advice or help let me know. My door is always open." She stamped and signed the sheet before handing it back. "Off you go now, WO2 Dangler will be wanting you back at work."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Ma'am!" Elli took the signed sheet in her left hand along with her beret, stepped smartly back, turned about, and marched out of the office. Beret fitted, she continued right around to the back of the building where she paused to settle her excitement.

"Yes! Another signature! I do hope Sir is pleased with me. And what a recovery! I really thought I'd blown it with Ma'am, but she's really nice, and I can go talk to her and everything! I can do this! I'm gonna be the best girl soldier since Ma'am! Now, pull yourself together, girl, stop talking to yourself, and get on over to Admin!"

Elli marched back over to the Company area and was soon filing her sheet in the top drawer and then filling in more forms on the computer, trying to look like the world's most efficient Company Clerk. She felt a little bit exposed without her customary t-shirt, but if Ma'am said it was okay then that was good enough for Pte Lutte. Still, it had to pass Sir's scrutiny. He might order her to put the t-shirt back on.

A little more confident now in her ability to repair her own errors, Elli decided to simply deal with the t-shirt question if it arose. Probably Sir wouldn't even notice.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having sent Pte Lutte on her way WO2 Rachel West was surprised to hear her voice moments later. Peering down through her open window she could see and hear Pte Lutte, talking to herself. Silly girl, she thought, doesn't realise that she's stood right below my office. Hearing the little pep talk Pte Lutte was giving to herself it was clear to Rachel that the girl was both, keen to please and impress Clint, and also was looking to her as a role model, a motherly figure she could go to for guidance.

"Silly girl." She said to herself as Pte Lutte marched away. She thought it might be a good idea to call Clint and update him about what had been said and done.

After putting the phone down, Clint paused for a second to think. Things with Pte Lutte seemed to be progressing as well as, maybe even better than, he'd hoped. He left his office, heading down the corridor to see Pte Lutte. As he entered the office she began to stand. "No need to stand to attention every time I walk in here. I noticed how fit you were on the run this morning." Clint complimented her. "Well done Elli, good girl."

Now stood over Elli again, Clint commented on her not wearing a t-shirt. "I see you're no longer wearing a t-shirt under your shirt. I think it looks much smarter. Now just lean forward slightly. I just need to check that you're not going to be displaying too much bra, or flesh, down the front of your shirt if you have to bend over to pick something up."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!" Elli hadn't thought about that, about whether she'd be literally too exposed without the t-shirt.

But it was important that she didn't let Sir down or embarrass him in front of others, so of course, they had to check whether her new, smarter appearance was compromised.

Elli placed her hands flat on the desk and leaned forward a little at a time with her chin up, watching Sir's eyes for a hint of disapproval. She didn't know how far forward would be best for him to check that she was still discreetly covered. "Just let me know when you have the best angle, Sir, and I'll hold there?" She then added, "Did I really look fit this morning, Sir? You noticed me? Did Staff notice me too? Was I really a good girl? Did I really do well?"

She knew that she was fishing for compliments. Sir had already answered those very questions, but she wanted to hear him say it again, to feed her self-confidence. After such an awful day one, she felt she needed the boost, needed to know that she was now doing better, that her attempts to impress Sir, and Staff, and Ma'am were earning her the approval she craved.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Watching on as Elli placed her hands flat on the desk and began to lean forward, Clint had lewd thoughts running through his head. "Stop, hold it there." Clint ordered when Elli had reached a position enabling him the best view. He could clearly see the white bra, the cups were gaping slightly in the position Elli was holding, a hint of light pink areola could be seen, the colour distinct from that of the pale skin of her firm breasts. Clint took in the view for as long as he thought might pass, to Elli, as an innocent check, b-cups if he wasn't mistaken. "You understand that I'm trying to protect you? I don't want any of the young soldiers leering at you, taking advantage of your innocence. You can sit back up now"

The questions Elli had asked regarding the compliment he'd paid her hadn't been lost on Clint either. She appeared very keen for his approval, that could become a powerful tool in moulding her, encouraging her to do things for him. "Yes Elli, you really did look fit this morning... and yes, Staff Gunn noticed you, he mentioned you to me afterwards. You did well, I hope you can continue to be a good girl for me?"

"Just one more thing, I meant to mention it to you during your interview yesterday." Clint adding, "Some of the younger soldiers sometimes try to get new arrivals to carry out an initiation task, they're used as a way for new arrivals to prove themselves. They tend to involve excessive alcohol and nudity but sometimes also become quite dangerous. We've had to clamp down on them, don't get involved." He finished by saying, "Often a new arrival really wants to carry out an initiation, to prove themselves. If you were to feel that way speak with me before doing anything silly."

As Clint was finishing, Staff 'Vinnie' Vincent walked into the office, "I've been looking for you Sir." He said to Clint "I've got some important papers for you to sign."

"Ok Vinnie, we'll head back down to my office in a moment. I just want a quick second opinion from you on something! Elli lean forward like you were before, there's a good girl." Pte Lutte assumed the position again. "What do you think Vinnie, not too much on show that we would have all of the young soldiers leering at Ellie? We better head back to my office now Vinnie. Carry on Ellie."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir!"

Elli watched the two senior men leave the office, her hands still flat on the desk but her back now straight, almost sitting at attention. She smiled to herself, barely able to contain her excitement and relief.

So many thoughts tumbling around in her head, but she managed to corral them into some kind of sense.

An initiation, a chance to prove herself? Without alcohol or getting naked? And Sir had noticed her, and Staff! And Sir said continue to be a good girl, which meant she really, really was already! And Sir was protecting her, and the Staff Sgt agreed she was discreet. She was so full of a heady euphoria that she just had to keep it going. She headed to Sir's office.

Elli knocked on the door which was open; the Staff Sgt and he were at Sir's desk and both looked up at her hovering in the doorway.

"Er, Sir, I just wanted to say, to clarify, to um, well, I won't be getting involved in the barrack initiations, Sir, you know, the alcohol and um, the er nudity," Elli blushed saying that last word out loud to Sir and the Staff Sgt, "but, well, um, proving myself might, um, you know, if you thought, but not without your permission, Sir, and um, well, that's it, Sir?"

Elli stood to attention then turned and fled. Back to her desk. That hadn't gone the way she'd planned. All stutters and hesitation. She felt like she'd made a fool of herself. Again. But she had at least told Sir quite clearly that she'd be up for proving herself though not the way he'd said to avoid. She blushed again, thankful that she'd made it quite obvious that she wouldn't do alcohol or nudity in any initiation. But to get Sir's approval, to prove herself to him, that would be amazing. She resumed her work at the computer, sent the file to the printer, and then made her way over to collect the hard copy, leaning forward as she had for Sir and Vinnie and thankful that she wouldn't be on-show if anyone saw her like that.