Civil Liberties
From Uniform Girls 3 ‘Do you have any idea how much fuel a fifty ton tank uses on a twenty mile cross country journey? Eh, do you?’ She hadn’t, she said, and her tits pressed wilfully against her jacket and made the buttons pull. ‘Let alone an entire battalion, sent off on a wild-goose chase across Salisbury Plain —’ She’d said she was sorry, she mumbled resentfully, and her bottom plumped out her skirt, and he paced around his civil servant’s office, around her, and then he sat down in case she should notice how much the thought of spanking her had aroused him. ‘Wilful neglected duty,’ he said. ‘An ability to communicate simple messages accurately, I should have thought, is hardly too much to expect of someone in the Royal Corps of Signals.’ Her pretty face pinkened with embarrassment; she almost pouted, too, which made him want to spank her the more. ‘Were it not for the fact that your uncle is c...