OFFICER3.TXT -- 3/4 Standard disclaimers apply. AN OFFICER AND HIS WOMEN By an218244@anon.penet.fi * * * * * Part 3 of 4: Liesl's life with me * * * * * I motioned for Liesl to open the flap of the tent. I walked inside, stretched out on my cot, and turned to look at her. She entered and closed the flap behind her. She stood nervously before me, her rumpled blouse still on, but naked from the waist down. A small patch of pale brown curls nestled between her thighs. My cock stiffened at the thought. "Undress and turn around!" I snapped. "Yes, sir," she replied meekly, pulling her shirt over her head. She bent over to remove her shoes and stockings. Her hands were shaking, and it took her an eternity to undo the laces. I enjoyed the sight of her small but well-rounded buttocks bobbing in the air, her perfect reddish slit in the middle. When she was done, I had her come over to me. I sat up on the edge of the cot; she knelt before me, and I pulled her head toward my lap. She got the message and hesitantly opened her mouth and licked at the end of my dick. "Assuming you continue to behave reasonably well, you will accompany me back to Russia and serve me, possibly for several years. You will be well taken care of, providing that I am well taken care of." Her mouth engulfed half of my penis. "I am strict but fair. Don't worry too much about ending up as Anna did. Minor offenses, such as the ridiculous delay with untying your shoes, are punished by spankings. For more severe infractions, I have a variety of straps and switches. But I intend to preserve your perfect ass as long as you remain with me, so I will use nothing that cuts deeply and leaves a permanent mark on you. After you satisfy me tonight, I will describe your other responsibilities to you." I was almost ready to come in her mouth, but I wanted to sample her precious snatch. I lifted her head off of me and stood up. "Kneel there, and stretch your upper body out on the cot." She did so. I straddled her and stood over her. Looking down, I saw the small of her back, her ass, and her legs. "Six quick swats, to welcome you to my service and remind you not to let your trembling interfere with you duties." I brought my right palm down on her left cheek good and hard. She flinched, but did not cry out. She gasped when I struck the right side of her ass for the first time. "Ah, good. I see you are tough enough to take it like a woman." She replied, "Yes, sir -- my stepmother used to spank me regularly." I smiled. I had chosen well. The four remaining whacks went by quickly. I turned around, kneeling behind her, and probed gently between her legs. I was surprised to find her already moist. I entered her, rode her hard for a few minutes, and then shot a good load into her belly. I lay back down. She licked off my softening dick, then asked, "I have none of my clothes here. What should I wear?" "I will have a uniform made for you right away." I summoned the camp tailor. He enjoyed measuring Liesl. That evening, she tried it on for the first time. The shirt was modestly cut, but snug enough to reveal the curves of her braless breasts, and her nipples were prominently visible. The lower half of the uniform was a snug soft black leather piece, clinging to her body and ending at mid-thigh. It was patterned after bathing suits of the time. She had wondered why the tailor measured so carefully around her crotch and ass, but had ignored the length of her legs altogether. Now she knew. "As soon as we return to Russia, you will cook, clean house, and answer the door. For now, your only duty is to make certain that I have an orgasm every morning and every evening. You will not always have to pleasure me yourself; in fact, for the rest of this week, you will live little to do, as I will be busy popping three or four pieces of beautiful German cherry pie like Anna every day." Germany surrendered on May 8, and by early June I was back in Odessa with Liesl. She served me well for a long time. There were several memorable parties where she attended to the needs of as many as twelve officers in one evening. On one particularly memorable occasion, she spilled wine in the lap of an important visiting general. Like the good girl that she was, she fell to her knees, licked every drop from his uniform, then unzipped his pants and licked every drop from him. After dinner I told Liesl to kneel on the staircase in the main hall, and invited the general to correct her. The guests thrilled to the sound of leather striking leather as the general let into her with a heavy strap for a good five minutes. Liesl took it with only a few whimpers. All good things must come to end. In November 1951 I had a problem. Liesl was pregnant. I had, of course, ordered her to take whatever precautions were necessary to guard against this happening. But this wasn't a simple matter of reprimanding her. This threatened to hurt my career, and it also threatened to lead to some unpleasant questions from the immigration office as to the circumstances under which I brought Liesl from Germany to Russia. There was a solution, but it was painful. I would never see Liesl again. "Liesl, as you know, your pregnancy is a serious problem. It is not just a grave violation of my orders to you. It has made it necessary for me to discharge you, send you to a new place. But first, Liesl, my last correction. Assume the position." She respectfully bent herself over the nearest table. "No, baby, this is more serious than that. Bare-assed naked, girl." She was scared, but she obeyed. "Now, the uniform in which you served me, which you are now unfit to wear, will be destroyed and turned against you, just as you have destroyed our relationship and turned against me." I drew a knife from my belt and cut into the pair of leather shorts, still moist with Liesl's nervous sweat. I cut a strip from around the fullest part of the hips -- still only 31 inches long. Liesl was a small woman, never growing beyond 33B-25-31. "Now, you will feel this leather wrapped around your hips for the last time." I swung the makeshift strap. It whistled through the air and came down hard, stinging the ass which it had caressed for so much of the last six years. I turned the strap around -- I had cut the strip so that one end still had several metal rivets and snaps in it. The business end of the strap struck her left cheek. As I lifted it, I could see half a dozen circular impressions in the reddened band of skin. And, for the first time in six years, the crack of the strap was followed by a muffled shriek. After twenty whacks, I told Liesl to lie flat on the floor. The extra height meant I could take a longer backswing, putting more force into my blows. There was nothing muffled about Liesl's cries as the leather strip fell on her skin again and again: half a dozen on each ass cheek. Half a dozen on the back of her each thigh. Half a dozen across the width of her ass. And two each to the soles of her feet, an Arab technique I hadn't ever had occasion to try during my career. "Now, one last time, before you leave, you will be conquered by me." I seated myself astride her reddened legs, spread her throbbing ass cheeks, and entered her pussy for the last time. I lay full out on top of her, pinning her to the floor, grinding my hips into her. This tense position put great pressure on my cock; squeezed in her inner chambers, I knew I wouldn't last long this way. Best of all, I knew that this position was uncomfortable for her. Totally dominated, she would know that her punishment was complete when I pumped sperm into her already-ripe womb. Almost. There was one detail of the Whipmaster's routine I had forgotten. I went to the closet, rummaged in a trunk, and pulled out an old horsewhip. I came back, spread her legs slightly, stood above her head, and brought the whip down hard. A single bloody stripe ran from the nape of her neck, down her back, and disappeared between her legs. From my army experience, I recognized her unearthly howl as the cry of a woman whose clit has tasted the lash. Sad that the most wonderful six years of my life were over, I dressed her in shabby clothes, took her to the customs office, and reported her as an illegal alien. She protested, but the word of a street urchin against that of a colonel is no contest. I never found out if she was deported back to Germany or sent to Siberia. Nor did I ever again find so good a serving girl as Liesl had been.