This series is based on my recollection of my relationship with an older gentleman. It began when I was a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's and befriended a German gentleman named Gebhard. This story introduces my friend and squad leader Corporal Donovan who later meets Gebhard.
From Part 2:
My ass was burning, and I realized I had started quivering a bit.
"Stand up Rose". Gebhard stated.
I stood up and felt pain with each movement.
"Put your hands back on your head Rose".
I did as he directed. I wanted to cry, but I held it back to a whimper. I felt foolish.
Gebhard stood up and inspected my body. He grabbed my arms and gently brought them down to my sides. He reached out and hugged me. For the first time during the whole punishment, I started to cry. I enjoyed having him hug me as I was now trembling a bit. Surprising myself all I could say was "Thank-you, Gebhard."
PART 3
The abrasions on my ass, knees and feet were, for several days, a constant reminder of my most recent experience with Gebhard. They proved difficult to hide from my fellow soldiers in the barracks.
"Private, is there something you want to tell be about?"
I stood at attention as my platoon sergeant sat behind his desk, with a stern look on his face. He was tall and thin, but physically tougher than one would imagine. I didn't particularly like him on a good day. Being called into his office was likely to make for a bad one. He didn't like problems and right now I was apparently a problem.
"No sergeant." I answered.
He stared at me, trying to look menacing. He couldn't really pull it off though and I had difficulty keeping a serious face.
"Is there something funny soldier? He asked.
"No sergeant."
"Then you better stand there at attention like a soldier instead of clown.
"Yes sergeant."
"Now did you get in an accident or something?
"No sergeant".
"I am told you have abrasions all over your body. If you are injured, you need to go on sick call."
"I am fine sergeant."
"Corporal Donovan, do a health and welfare inspection on this soldier and report back to me."
"Sergeant, that is really not necessary, I am fine. I was a little overzealous at PT that's all, I don't need to..."
"I'll decide what's necessary around here." He turned to my squad leader. "Corporal Donovan, you have your instructions."
With that Corporal Donovan escorted me back to the barracks. I got along well with Corporal Donovan, and she always used my first name in private. But on this day, we walked quietly side by side. Sara Donovan was short, maybe 5"2" close cropped brunette hair. I thought she was attractive. Although most of my fellow soldiers assumed I was gay, Sara knew I was bi. She was straight as an arrow, which probably explains why we never really talked about it. She took me to her room and directed me to sit on her bunk.
"Rose, what am I going to find?"
"Nothing Sara, I have a few scrapes, really I am fine."
Corporal Donavan stood watching me, clipboard in hand. I knew she was genuinely concerned. Friendship or not I would have to level with her if I was going to keep this thing from becoming the business of my platoon sergeant.
"Okay stand up and get undressed, everything."
Sara had seen me and the other girls naked plenty of times. She was one of the few who asked my about 'natural' grooming change. I first stopped shaving because Gebhard had told me he liked body hair. Very few American women of the 1970's let their leg and armpit hair grow naturally. I liked that it pleased Gebhard, but I was also enjoying the maverick nature of it. I had very fine dark ash blond hair so the hair on my armpits and on my legs was not very obvious unless one looked very closely. Still, like the other girls, Sara did not like it. Today, she didn't mention it.
I was now fully naked and standing in front of Corporal Donovan. I had abrasions on my feet from doing Gerhard's chores with ill-fitting boots and no socks. Likewise my knees were scraped from kneeling on the cement floor in the bird aviary. But it was the marks on my ass that were going to be the most difficult to explain. She slowly walked around me, carefully taking notes, without saying a word. She asked me to raise my arms over my head, and to spread my legs, and continued with her notes. When she was finished, she stood back for a moment before addressing me.
"Sit down, Rose." She commanded.
"Can at least I put my clothes on first", I pleaded.
"Not yet Rose. You are going to level with me first". She explained.
With no choice left and sitting there naked, I told her the entire story: How I had visited the local schwimmbad and eventually made a habit of going to the nude side. She had never been to one and interrupted several times with questions. I told her how I had befriended an old German gentleman named Gebhard and how we had become friends. Eventually Gebhard invited me to his home for dinner. I explained that on one such visit I had reluctantly allowed him to have sex with me. Sara was shocked that I would let a sixty something year-old man do that and asked lots of detailed questions of exactly how it happened and what he did. Did he penetrate me, did he wear a condom, etc. I conveyed to her that it was not rape but she did not seem convinced.
As I continued my story, I told her about doing chores for him, naked except for my panties and some old boots he had me put on my feet. How I cleaned bird droppings off the cement floor of the bird aviary, worked on his grape arbor and in his garden. I told her of his odd habit of keeping my worn panties and buying me new ones each time we met. I explained that he liked me to be naked inside his home, even if he remained fully dressed. Finally, I related how he took me over his knee and gave me a bare bottom spanking.
