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It had began as discipline- pure and simple. No ulterior motives or sex games; just discipline. He was my CO back then and I had an inclination… okay make it a habit for trouble- fights, disobeying orders, not reporting for training, lack of respect- the list went on and on. It became clear very quickly, either someone took me in hand or I was out of the army with a dishonourable discharge and a bad reputation. Trust me when I say, many tried to take me in hand. However, they all failed; either they were too nice and tried to talk to me about it or they pulled me up on every single infraction of the rules and I was in more trouble than when I started.
Then Nick came along. I don't know why they picked him to be my CO- maybe they didn't like him that much, maybe they thought his career in the army was going to be a short one or maybe they saw a potential to actually tame me. Regardless of the reason, I thought Nick wouldn't last a week as my Co the first time we met; he was so soft spoken and seemed a bit of a push-over.
How then I found myself ass up over his knee in the armoury escaped me. Well… maybe it didn't. I suppose I had been asking for him to do something over the past couple of weeks leading up to that day; skipping training, getting in to a brawl with another solider, casually and systematically disobeying every single one of his rules. Okay, so how it took Nick a full week to snap escapes me, but needless to say he did and all it took was an eye-roll.
The rest of the team had cleared out of the armoury by the time me and Nick got to it- he had held me longer on the training ground due to me coming late and general disobedience. It was the last training session of the day so the whole armoury was deserted and quiet. Now the rule was simple- clean your firearm, log it back in and lock it back in the cupboard you got it from- easy, quick and it would have taken me less than 2 minutes to do it. It wasn't that I couldn't be bothered nor the idea that I was too lazy to walk over to the cupboard- I can't explain it. It was like I was trying to push Nick in to doing something. So far he had been nice but firm- no extra punishments, he had ignored my disrespect, kept me late if I turned up to training late and generally just ignored my behaviour; brushing it off as if it was just a child's temper tantrum. But nevertheless I left my gun on the table and turned to walk away. When Nick called out to me to order me to put my gun in the cupboard, I turned and, rolling my eyes, walked back to the table slowly to follow the order. It was the eye-roll that done Nick in. He had put up with me for a week nicely and now his patience had truly run to the end.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was upside down. My feet barely touching the ground on one side, his knees creating a level surface for my body to rest on and my arms locked in a tight grip with one hand behind my back. My head was whirling and I had barely time realise the position I was in before his first smack came down.