Trumpet Involuntary

From Uniform Girls 1, the very definition of a well-filled pair of knickers. If we go by the tee-shirt, then it would appear this unnamed girl is one of the crew of T.S. Viceroy. 

‘The gel’s a trumpeter, isn’t she, petty officer?’

‘Not exactly sir. In the Naval Cadet Corps we call them buglers.’

‘Do you indeed?’ The Brigadier, on his Ministry-approved tour of inspection, eyed the tall blonde ‘bugler’ and thought she would do very nicely.

‘Could you arrange for me to have her as my stick man, petty officer?’

‘Yes sir,’ said the P.O. ‘although we call them messengers.’

‘Indeed!’ said the Brigadier.

‘That’s what I call a nice pair of buttocks,’ thought the Brigadier. ‘Firm and plump and whippable. Wonder what they’d call a bum like that in the Naval Cadet Corps.’

‘In the Army, my gel, we’d say you didn’t know your instrument,’ declared the Brigadier, when the girl had given him a private demonstration of her lack of technique.

‘Yes sir,’ said the girl, rather ruefully. ‘But I’ve only been playing six weeks, sir,’ she said.

‘We’d say that was a poor excuse, my gel, in the Army,’ said the Brigadier. ‘Now then, bend over and stick your bottom out.’

With her shorts down the girl looked even more eligible for a caning. The Brigadier, therefore, lost no time in doing just that.

He caned her in a sort of slow two-three time, like a waltz. A real stinger, full across the buttock-cheeks, followed by two whippy little strokes up under her bum to keep her on edge whilst she squirmed her bottom and tried to keep it out for the cane as she’d been told, then another good hard stroke, and so on.

‘In the Army, my gel,’ said the Brigadier, ‘this is what we’d call a good caning, what!’

‘Ooogh!’ said the girl, in between sobs, and ‘Ooogh!’ again.

‘This is what we’d call disobedience!’ declared the Brigadier, as the girl quite lost control of herself and kicked and wriggled and collapsed eventually to her knees.

‘Now then, get up,’ said the officer at last, and watched while the girl was made to take off her webbing and then put it on again. without her tee-shirt and without her shorts.

‘Ten minutes double-marching on the spot,’ said the Brigadier, and strode away. The petty officer said, under his breath, ‘that’s what we’d call an over-zealous officer, in the Naval Cadet Corps, my girl.’

The girl sniffled and rubbed at her bottom as she began to double-march on the spot, and thought of lots of things she’d call him, if only she were not in the Naval Cadet Corps!