The studio was quiet as Octavia hurriedly touched up her makeup in the bathroom mirror. She was expecting a new client any minute now, and she wanted everything to be ready before he arrived. When she was done with her mascara, she straightened her stockings under her little black dress and made sure the bun in her hair was done right.

There was a knock on the door. She quickly slipped on her pumps and stood in the middle of the studio as she said: "Come in."

He had square shoulders, a square jaw and a serious frown. He closed the door and then stepped forward to shake Octavia's hand. "Good to meet you. I'm John." He smiled awkwardly and his grip was tense.

She recognised him immediately; the actor Sebastian Stan. This was not the first time she had to be discreet about her client's identity, with experience she had learned that the best way to handle this was to pretend she didn't know who he was at all. "Welcome. You can put your jacket on the coat rack and you can take off your shoes, if you like. Would you like coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please." He put his coat on the rack and sat down at the table, still wearing his army boots, black jeans and a white button-up shirt. He crossed his legs and ran a hand through his longish, dark hair as he watched her pour the coffee and bring it to the table.

"I'm excited about what we're going to do together, John." She smiled as she sat down across from him. 

He picked up the coffee and nursed it in his hands as he gave her a long look. "You are? I thought this would just be run of the mill for you."

She shook her head. "No, I find your request intriguing. You used to be in the army? And now you want to use that in a kink setting?" Looking at him over her coffee cup, she hoped he would talk about it, provide more context than he had done in their messages online.

He lowered his eyes in a way she had seen before, men with submissive fantasies were often embarrassed to talk about them. "There was always something about… authority and following orders that got to me. I'm looking for a safe setting to explore that."

"To indulge in things that were not possible or forbidden before?" She gave him a cheeky smile and tried to hold his gaze, to show him that she wanted to understand him better.

He laughed awkwardly. "I've visited a few different professional Dominants now, trying out different things, to figure out what it is…" His voice died away and he quickly took a sip of coffee.

"What I have to offer is mind games, John." Octavia spread her hands in an open, frank gesture. "I'm not a spanking Dom or someone who does a lot of bondage. I'm no expert in physical pain or pleasure…" She hesitated for a moment, and then she let her voice drop to a low seductive tone as she looked him right in the eye. "I want to crawl up into your head, find your vulnerabilities and play with them."

He swallowed, staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. He gasped and it turned into a breathy laugh with a hint of a delighted smile. "That sounds amazing, Octavia."

She sat back in her chair, pleased with herself. "Is there anything you still want to discuss? Any questions before we begin?"

"You answered all my questions online." He caught himself staring at her body in the tight black dress and quickly took another big sip. "I've been thinking, though. Hypnotists always tell people to relax, and I…" His voice died away as he drank his coffee.

"You have trouble relaxing?" She smiled reassuringly. "Is there anything more I should know about that?"

He shrugged. "I'm one of those army vets who's just a little uptight, you know? One eye on the exit, not a fan of loud noises, that kind of thing."

"Anything I should avoid to make sure I don't trigger you?" She asked with a serious look.

He waved her concerns away. "Unless you have an automatic rifle in this room somewhere, there's no risk of that. I'm just a tough nut to crack."

"I can deal with that, John. I already have something in mind. Also, I want you to inspect this before we start." She reached under the table and revealed a riding crop from a bag and put it on the table between them. 

His eyes lit up. He put down his coffee cup and tentatively touched the crop. "It's beautiful." He muttered as he picked it up and ran the tips of his fingers along the shaft to the leather tip. "I don't have a lot of experience with this. You're the first Dom who lets me… inspect it. So, I assume it's fine." He put it back down.

"It's a prop in our play, nothing more." She finished her coffee and gave him a serious look. "So, I have your consent to touch you, manhandle you and hurt you, including with that crop, and to undress you and touch your naked body?"

He lowered his eyes and nodded. "Yes, and…" He bit his lip, too shy to say it.

"Hypnotise you to put all of this in an army context." Octavia reached out to touch his hand across the table. "Tell me your safeword. Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

"I eh…" He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "I really want to do this. But I don't want a special safeword. Will you stop if I just ask you to stop?"

"Of course!" She nodded and patted his hand. "I'll keep a close eye on how you're doing the whole time."

He finally cracked a smile as he picked up his cup again. "It will be fine."

Octavia observed him. As he sat there drinking his coffee, he still looked tense, but there was also an excited sparkle in his eyes. The white shirt was a little tight around his shoulders and arms, he clearly worked out. She smiled to herself, this was going to be so much fun. 

He put down his empty cup and grinned at her. "Octavia? Can I ask something forward?"

"Go ahead." She held his gaze, curious what he would ask.

He took a deep breath. "I would like to kiss you before I let you do all these things to me. If that's ok with you. It helps me relax."

"Alright." She rose from her chair and beckoned him.

He got up and approached her. With one hand he reached out to stroke her shoulder and she responded by touching the five o'clock shadow on his cheek. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and the silence between them was tender and welcoming. She leaned in and their lips touched and caressed in a soft kiss.  

"Thank you." He whispered as he let go of her. "Let's do this."

With a smile, she pointed at the empty space in the middle of the studio. "Stand over here, would you?"

He walked over there and asked: "Facing which way?"

She looked around and then replied: "The table. We can pretend it's my desk in my office, right?"

He stood facing the 'desk', his arms behind his back, and glanced at her. "What now?"

"What was your rank?" She asked as she drew up close to him, touching his arm to feel his muscles through the shirt.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. "Sergeant."

"Well, Sergeant, I want you to stand at attention. I'll be here, right behind you." She let go of him and watched as he stood upright, rolled his shoulders back and looked ahead as he let his arms hang straight down. His heels shoved together and his legs looked so stiff and long now. 

"There's something so familiar about standing like this, isn't there, Sergeant?" Octavia's voice became soft and melodious. "Your legs and your shoulders and your arms know exactly what they need to do, you don't even need to consciously think about it. Standing at attention is something your body just does automatically. And the position is designed so you can stand here like this for a long time, isn't it, Sergeant? Your knees and your shoulders relaxed, you could stand like this for hours. Perhaps you can even remember a time when you had to stand like this for a long time. Just waiting."

She quietly admired how still he stood there, staring into the distance with his chin up like that. He was a very handsome man with his blue eyes and his square jaw and it was easy to picture him in a dress uniform. 

"And I wonder what goes on in your mind when you're standing like this." She continued. "You're waiting, ready to react as soon as you hear the command. You have to be alert. No distractions. You can't stand there daydreaming. That's what 'at attention' means, doesn't it? Are you even allowed to blink? You have to remain so still, so rigid and stiff. Nothing in the world could move you anymore."

Again, she reached out to touch his arm, but this time at the elbow, to check if it would bend. "So rigid and stiff. So still." She spoke softly as she pushed his arm, but no matter what she did, it wouldn't budge. His arm couldn't move, as if he had turned into a statue.

With a smile, she moved to stand in front of him, to admire the vacant look in his eyes. "So still. Your mind has become so still and ready to hear my commands. So still and ready for my orders. That's right, Sergeant." She reached out to touch his statuesque face. There was no reaction, not even a flinch. His eyes stared straight ahead without seeing her. It gave Octavia a happy rush.

"Standing at attention is not the only military reflex you have, is it Sergeant?" There was a smile in her voice as she anticipated what she planned to do next. "Some part of you knows exactly what I'm referring to. It's a phrase you're supposed to say when a superior speaks to you. You know what I mean, don't you, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." The words came quicker than expected, and his voice was clearer than expected.

"Notice how automatically your body said that." Octavia spoke slowly, enjoying the melody the words made together. "Notice how it feels like you're just a machine producing those words whenever I refer to you by your rank. It's not really something you particularly want to say. It just happens. I give the order and then, Sergeant, you say…"

"Yes, Sir." He remained so still as he replied, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

"It means you have accepted the order and you will comply. Isn't that right, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You are a good, obedient soldier and I am your superior, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir."

"You can just take every moment when a superior made you feel things and project all those feelings onto me. Feel that authority that I have over you, that power. You obey me without question, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir."

She took a deep, excited breath and drew up close to him, the full length of her body brushing up against him as she touched his stubble again. "And when I eventually do things that a superior is not supposed to do, things that are not supposed to happen in a military setting, you have no recourse. You stick to the protocol. You take orders. You comply. Because I am your superior. Even when I do things that are wholly inappropriate…" She stroked down over his chin, over his chest, down to his belt and then down to let her hand rest on his crotch. 

Finally, he flinched under her touch, but only for a second. When he breathed out and his empty eyes continued to stare ahead, his lips parted ever so slightly.

"It reinforces this formal setting. You must obey orders. No matter what I do..." She pressed her fingers into his crotch until she could feel the outline of his cock. "I am your superior. When I give orders, you must comply, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." 

Was his voice a little hoarse this time? It was hard to tell. Octavia brought her hand back up to his shoulder and backed away to give him a little more space. "At ease, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir."

Automatically, his feet stepped further apart and his hands moved behind his back. His shoulders relaxed and as he moved his head, she caught his chin and guided it down to his chest.

"Close your eyes. Breathe. I want to speak to a deeper part of you for a moment. A part of you that's always in the background, but that you're not necessarily aware of." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she held him close. His eyes closed and he sighed, swaying ever so slightly on his feet.

"While all of this is happening, I want you to feel that this is a safe space for you to feel excited and aroused. We are going to play out something that you said you've fantasised about for years, and I want you to enjoy all of it. I want you to know that your feelings are welcome and you can express them in any way that feels appropriate to you. And if anything we do here makes you feel uncomfortable, you'll find it easy and natural to tell me to stop."

She softly patted him on the shoulder. "Now take a deep breath. Notice how you're standing here. Notice the floor under your feet. As you breathe in you start to wake up and you notice your hands behind your back and the way my arm touches yours. Notice the light on the other side of your eyelids and how easy it is to open them. Wake up." She backed away and leaned on the table.

John blinked and looked around the room, mumbling: "Oh wow…"

"Do you need a moment?" She asked, tilting her head at him. "A glass of water perhaps?"

He reached up to massage his forehead and brow. "No, I… I think I just need to… go to the bathroom for a moment."

"Of course. It's just behind you." She pointed to the door.

He exhaled and laughed softly as he shook his head. "I hadn't expected it to feel so…"

"So what?" She asked with a curious smile.

"I feel like I blacked out there…" He looked around the room again. "How long was I out for? How come I'm still standing?"

She frowned at him. "Was this your first time doing hypnosis?"

He nodded. "I've been to a professional Dom before. But not a hypno Dom." He walked to the bathroom and paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I'm sorry, did I break up the flow of the scene?"

"Not at all!" She replied. "Do whatever you need, we'll go on when you're done."

"I'll only be a minute." And he went into the bathroom.

Octavia touched her face, thinking about how she should have spent more time talking to him before they started, and about the ways she could push the whole situation in the right direction to help him have a good time and remember all of it. Rubbing her face, she tried to push away the guilty feeling that she got so excited over playing with this beautiful celebrity, that she forgot some of the precautions she should have taken. She picked up the crop from the table and played with it, bending it in her hands as she leaned on the table, thinking.

The door opened and he stepped back into the room, his shirt and jeans looking like he had just tucked it back in to make it look perfect, and his skin still shining from having washed his face.

She took a quick breath and gave him a stern look. "Close the door and come over here, Sergeant." She knew that all she had to do now was steer the situation firmly in the right direction. 

"Yes, Sir." He nodded and closed the door. Then he stood in front of her with his hands behind his back and his feet apart. Octavia knew this was supposed to be the more at ease pose, but the way he held his chin up and clenched his jaw still looked tense.

"Do you know why you're here, Sergeant?" She glanced up at him as she sat on the edge of the table, still bending the crop in her hands.

"Yes, Sir." He swallowed uncomfortably, unnerved that he replied before he had even completely parsed the question. He had trouble keeping his eyes straight ahead, they kept being drawn to the riding crop.

"This isn't a disciplinary meeting." She gave him a wicked smile as she softly and casually slapped the crop inside her hand. "You understand that, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." 

He held his breath and seemed to tense up even more as she approached him. She let the riding crop hang down by her side as she touched the collar of his shirt with her other hand.

"Your behaviour has been exemplary, Sergeant." She said as she gave him a smouldering look and held his gaze.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." He replied breathlessly.

"It would be a shame if anything were to blemish your perfect record." She could feel him swallow as her fingers brushed over his adam's apple and she grabbed him by the throat, just under the jaw. At the same time, she pressed her hip against his crotch. "Like sexual harassment of a superior. Wouldn't you agree, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." His breathing quickened and his eyes grew large with alarm. His skin felt clammy, or maybe it was still wet from having washed his face. 

She finally released him and he gratefully lowered his eyes. Then she drew up beside him to touch his bicep and squeeze it through the shirt. "I'm going to need to inspect your arms, Sergeant. Remove your shirt."

"Yes, Sir." Immediately, his hands started to open up the buttons. His chest rose and fell dramatically with every breath. Was he excited or scared? 

Opening the shirt revealed a white tank top stretching tightly over his abs. He definitely worked out. Octavia hungrily licked her lips as she watched him take the shirt off. When he slipped his arms out of the sleeves, he seemed unsure what to do with the shirt for a moment, so she took it out of his hands and flung it to the floor. Before he could react, she started to grope him; first his arm, and then his chest and abs.

He struggled to remain still and stare straight ahead as he shuddered under her touch. When he finally managed to stand still after a few labored breaths, she brought her other hand up to touch him as well, letting the riding crop lightly brush his skin. And then she held the tip of the whip under his chin.

In a low and sultry voice, she said: "Attention!"

Instantly, he moved into position, his feet together, his shoulders back, his arms down and his chin further up. There was a quiver in his lips as he tried and failed to control his breathing.

As she stood there, drinking in the view of that beautiful, helpless man, she let the tip of the crop travel down, brushing over his neck and his chest and then down over his belt to let it rest on the bulge in his crotch. It was straining against the fabric of his pants, thick and uncomfortable.

"Is that a weapon, Sergeant?" She grinned as she lightly tapped the bulge.

His breath hitched and a grunt came out of his mouth instead of "Yes, Sir." 

She crossed her arms, the riding crop sticking up into the air, and took a step back. "Show it to me." She ordered.

He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply without moving.

Octavia bit her lip. John was a hard man to read. Did she need to slow down? What would be the best way to check in with him? She tilted her head, observing him as she searched for the right words. "Is that a limit, John?"

His eyes opened and he looked at her. Then, after a deep breath, he said in a low voice: "No Ma'am, I'm just warming up."

She raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms again. "Really?"

He gave a tiny nod before he continued to stare straight ahead, standing at attention.

A wicked grin played across her face as she shook her head for a moment. "At ease, Sergeant." 

"Yes, Sir." As he relaxed and clasped his hands behind his back, she started to walk around him, the tip of the riding crop lightly resting on his shoulder, until she was standing behind him. All was silent as she put the crop away under her arm and looked down at his butt in those good-looking jeans. Don't hold back now, she thought to herself, he's a big boy. 

Suddenly, she pressed her body against him and as she dug her fingernails of one hand into the skin of his shoulder, she grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head with her other hand. Grinding her body against his clasped hands, she pulled his head back and whispered in his ear: "I know your dirty secrets. I know you've stood in an office just like this, wishing your superior would act just like this. Isn't that right, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." He replied through clenched teeth.

She kissed his ear until he shuddered in her grip and then softly scraped her teeth against the sensitive rim of his ear. He gasped and there was another strained grunt.

"I could do anything to you…" She whispered as she pulled on his hair, just to see how far she could pull his head back. "And you would just let me, wouldn't you, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." His voice was breathless and automatic, and something was off about his eyes. As she pulled his head backwards, his eyes crossed and blinked and fluttered.

Seeing him like this gave her a hot rush, and she whispered: "You obey all my orders, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." The reply was automatic, but by the look on his face, his eyes heavy and crossed, his mouth open, he wasn't all there.

She let go of his hair and grabbed his butt instead. "I want to hear you say that." She whispered in his ear.

His head returned upright and before his eyes had even returned to normal, his mouth said: "I obey all your orders, Ma'am."

She kissed his neck and ground against him. "Say it again."

"I obey all your orders, Ma'am." His hands unclasped and started to grope her body through her dress.

She stepped back and slapped his hands away with the whip. "I didn't order you to do that. Attention!"

As his hands slammed down at his sides, his legs closed and he straightened up, she walked around him and stood in front of him, staring him down. "Say it again."

"I obey all your orders, Ma'am." He was breathing heavily under her piercing gaze and although his body held the position perfectly, his eyes wavered, looking up at the ceiling above her instead.

She tapped his cheek with the riding crop. "Look at me, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." His eyes grew wider and focused on her.

"That's better." She grinned as she played with the riding crop, stroking the tip with the fingers of her other hand. Her heart swelled with pride when his eyes didn't stray to the whip, but stayed on hers.

In a very slow, sultry tone, she ordered: "Say it again."

He swallowed and a drop of sweat ran down his temple. "I obey all your orders, Ma'am."

She tilted her head at him. "Is that true, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." His reply was quick and breathless.

"Then why didn't you drop your pants when I told you to?" 

In the silence that followed, she softly slapped the inside of her hand with the riding crop, still holding his gaze, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"It would be wrong, Ma'am." His eyes closed for a second as he took a deep breath. "Indecent exposure."

She chuckled, it almost sounded cruel in the tense silence. "You think too much, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." His eyes drifted up to the ceiling again.

"You should obey me without question, Sergeant." She took a step closer and held the crop under his chin once more.

"Yes, Sir." 

"If I told you to drop down and give me twenty, you'd immediately do push-ups for me, am I right, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." 

She lowered the whip and stepped even closer to look at him. There was a change in his eyes and his breathing was steadier and slower now. It made her smile. "You'd do that without even thinking about it, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." 

"Because you are nothing but an obedient machine, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." 

"You have no thoughts of your own, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." 

Octavia licked her lips. "Say that other phrase again."

"I obey all your orders, Ma'am."

"Open your pants and show me your cock." She tapped the bulge in his crotch for emphasis and then held the crop behind her back as she waited for him to move.

His eyes remained vacant as his hands opened his belt, he didn't even look down. He opened the buttons in one fluent, automatic motion and then he pulled his pants down below his balls, exposing his hard-on. His pants hung there on his thighs as his hands returned to the correct position at his sides and he stood to attention once more, while the tip of his cock pointed up towards his abs. 

She moved in to stand beside his arm and glanced over his shoulder at his exposed buttocks before she looked down at his veiny, stiff cock. She licked her lips and said: "You are an obedient machine, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." 

"At ease. Both hands on your cock." She loved watching him like this and she couldn't wait to see how he would react now.

His feet stepped apart automatically, and as his shoulders and neck relaxed, his hands moved to the front, as if he was holding his service cap and paying his respects. The fingers of his right hand wrapped around the shaft automatically, like they had done so many times before, and the fingers of his left hand rested on the base. His eyes were still vacant and empty.

She laid her left hand on his shoulder and whispered: "Take a deep breath and hold it. I want you to pay attention now."

His shoulders rose up as he breathed in and his eyes blinked. 

She held the riding crop horizontally, inches away from his bare butt, taking aim. "I really want you to focus and understand everything that's happening in this moment." And she gave him a single, firm thwack across both cheeks.

He suddenly moaned, his eyes wide open in alarm. His breathing quickened and there was a tremble in his arms.

"Pay attention, Sergeant." She stood poised to strike him again as soon as he replied.

"Yes, suh..."  He shuddered as she hit him.

"I order you to pay attention and remember clearly everything we've done together, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." He was better prepared for this strike and his voice was steady again. But her hand on his shoulder could still feel the muscles in his arm twitch upon impact.

"The pain produces these brain chemicals that clear your head and help you remember. Isn't that right, Sergeant?" She hit him again, aiming slightly below the growing red welt on his buttocks.

"Yes, Sir." He replied automatically, despite all the memories rushing back to him as his eyes grew wide and his face flushed.

"You remember all of it, don't you, Sergeant?" Another thwack.

"Yes, Sir." He gasped.

"Even the part before you went to the bathroom, Sergeant."

"Yes, suuuh..." He groaned because she hit him exactly at the right moment.

She dropped the riding crop to the floor and stood in front of him. "Look at me, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." He met her gaze, his eyes large and shining, his lips trembling.

She pressed her body against his arms and his chest as she tenderly touched his chin and leaned in until their lips were only inches apart. "Do you remember all of it?" She whispered.

He nodded and squirmed.

"Good." She said sternly. "You will write a detailed report when we're done." Then she planted a long, hot kiss on his lips.

His eyes closed and he melted as she embraced him and ground against him. Her hand moved from his chin to the back of his head and her kisses moved down to the side of his neck, her lips brushing his skin as she ordered: "Say it one more time for me." 

"I obey all your orders, Ma'am."

"Fuck, you're hot." She whispered to him before taking a deep breath and letting go of him, retreating. She leaned on her 'desk' and looked at his hands. "Open your eyes, Sergeant." She ordered. 

"Yes, Sir." His eyes opened and no other part of him moved. He looked strangely excited and calm at the same time.

"This is how it's going to be between you and me now." Octavia said with a smile. "You obey all my orders, no matter how indecent or exciting. Because it feels good to obey me. Isn't that right, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." His chest and shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath.

She licked her lips, forcing herself to sit here, instead of jumping his bones. "Stroke your cock, Sergeant. Masturbate for me."

"Yes, Sir." His chest rose and fell again as his breathing quickened and his hand started to move rhythmically up and down.

"You obey me because it feels good." She said it quietly, holding his gaze. "You're feeling this pleasure right now because you obey me. Tell me you obey."

He stood there, locked in place by her eyes, helplessly looking back at her as his hand stroked up and down. His mouth opened and with ragged breath he replied: "I obey."

"This memory, with all of this arousal, is now tied to obeying me." Her voice was soft and steady, weaving her magic in his mind. "Whenever you obey my orders, you remember this. Not just in your mind. You remember the pleasure in your body. Every time you obey. You feel pleasure and arousal when you obey. Say it again."

"I obey." His reply came quickly and automatically as his face flushed and his arm kept on moving in a steady rhythm.

"And it's so intense, isn't it?" She smiled and licked her lips, her voice full of lust. "Obedience has always aroused you, it's true. But now… That hot feeling rushing through you, rising in intensity towards a crescendo… That's obedience. Say it again."

"I obey." He moaned the words, and there was a sense of urgency in the way his body shuddered as he panted.

With a cruel smile, she ordered: "Attention!"

His arms fell to his sides, his thumbs pointing straight down. His heels shoved together and his shoulders pulled back. But his mouth was still open and his eyes stared at her in a daze as he breathed heavily.

She laid her hand on her chest as she watched him, as if that would help her contain her feelings. "Good. You are such a good obedient soldier. Say those words again for me and feel the pleasure mounting. Just because you obey me."

"I obey. Uh!" His breath hitched and his cock jerked up against his top as a rush of sexual pleasure shot through him.

"Obedience is pleasure." Her voice was smooth and hot with arousal. "It really doesn't matter in what way you obey me, it just instantly causes this pleasure, whenever you obey me. The more automatic, the better. Do you understand, Sergeant?"

"Yes, Sir." His hips bucked and his mouth opened further as he gasped. A drip of clear moisture ran down the shaft of his cock.

"At ease, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir." As his feet stepped apart and his shoulders relaxed, he shuddered again. His hands hesitated between disappearing behind his back and touching his cock.

"Confusing, isn't it? Feeling this pleasure without even touching it. You feel that because you obey me." 

For a long moment, they stared at each other, the sexual tension sparking between them like hot electricity. Then Octavia took a deep breath and lowered her eyes. "Put it away, Sergeant. Put your pants back on."

"Yes, Sir." He pulled his pants up, closed the buttons one by one and then closed his belt, but his shuddering breaths did not abate. His hands were shaking as they disappeared behind his back again.

Without looking him in the eye, she drew up close to run her hands over his body and grope him. She enjoyed feeling the damp sweat on his skin and the movement of his muscles as he gasped under her touch. Revelling in this moment, and in his patient obedience, she drew it out as long as she could. And then she took a step back and ordered: "Now drop and give me 20, Sergeant."

"Yes, Sir."