The Empire Spanks Brats 11
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2014 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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The
Empire Spanks Brats – Chapter 11
Major Characters:
Benjamin Rogers (94) - College professor, MD and
retired Army officer.
Warren Morris (59) - Commander, RN, Adjutant,
HMS Birkenhead.
Scott Duncan (47) - Major, Royal Marines
Beverly Wilson (25) – Ensign CS, Assistant
Purser
Amber Keith (23) – Midshipman - Cadet
Teri
Anton (19) - Midshipman – Crewgirl
The next morning, the three girls were in high
spirits. I got three enthusiastic, “Morning Grandpa’s” and three wet sloppy
kisses. I decided to let them escort the new girls to breakfast, while I paid a
call on Major Duncan. The Marine area was a bit of a walk, but I needed the
exercise and strolled along, looking at the various ship areas I had not seen
before. I had, of course, called ahead to make sure I would not be interrupting
anything important. It was the day before undocking and the ship’s crew were
bustling about as usual on the day before departure.
The Birkenhead’s Marine detachment was quite
small; four officers and thirty one enlisted men. I was introduced to Captain
Sally Wu, Lt Gregory Davis and Lt Marcus Grant as we had breakfast in the small
Marine wardroom. Marines have two basic jobs aboard a Colonial Service ship;
manning the guns and providing shipboard security.
“I am rather impressed with your firepower for a
non-warship,” I remarked. “Four twin turrets of 11.8 cm rail guns is the usual
armament for a Federation heavy cruiser.”
“The Empire has always believed in strong
armaments for large transports,” Captain Wu replied. “Birkenhead is a very
expensive ship with billions of pounds worth of equipment and supplies, not to
mention the passengers. Any pirate who captured us could establish his own
colony on some obscure planet. So we make sure we can defend ourselves. Colonial
Service ships often go to places where naval patrols are light and infrequent.”
“Quite so,” Major Duncan added. “There are
hundreds of independent worlds and minor alliances that would not hesitate to
grab a target like us. Fortunately it would take a battle cruiser or several
heavy cruisers to overwhelm us and in that kind of action, the ship would
probably be destroyed along with its cargo.”
“We will have a Naval escort out of the system,
but none when we come out of star drive near Stahlhem. There are some nasty
little worlds in the area that might take a chance at a lightly armed ship. So
we will be on full alert when we come out of star drive.”
“We will be training ships crews on manning the
guns while we are enroute, but the bulk of our training will be on shipboard
combat. Of course, projectile or energy weapons would be too dangerous for
either side to use aboard a ship, so we will train on stunners, sleep gas and
edged weapons. That’s what any boarding party would use as well.”
Duncan glanced around to ensure the doors were
closed and continued in a softer voice. “Of course, our real worry is the
Ventans aboard ship. They are a nasty bunch and wouldn’t hesitate to try to
take over the ship while we are coasting into the Stahlhem system. We have
their area well sealed off, but we’ll have plenty of armed crew members and
Marines ready if they try something.”
I nodded. “Good precautions. I might be able to
help a bit with the training, through my experience is mostly ground combat,
not shipboard fighting.”
Duncan grinned. “Don’t’ be modest; I’ve seen
your ratings in hand-to-hand and edged weapon combat.”
I laughed. “I’d forgotten that my erstwhile
buddies in the Federation Army sent you blokes my whole military history. Sure,
I’ll be happy to help in the training, but unless things get really bad, I
probably should stick to patching up the wounded. And I am going to train some
of the crew on emergency medical treatment as well.”
We talked some more about training and swapped a
few war stories and I ambled on back to the Nursery. I was only about 50 meters
from the entrance when I got a frantic call from Beverly. “Grandpa, there is a
massive fight going on among the girls in the Nursery and Amber and Teri are
involved in it too.”
When I got to the entrance, Beverly met me
looking much the worse for wear with her uniform disheveled and a few scratches
and bruises on her face.
“What is going on, child? “ I demanded. I could
her the yelling and sounds of a a fight though the intercom.
Beverly had obviously been crying. “I don’t know
what started it, but a couple of girls had an argument and started hitting each
other, then the other girls got into it and Amber and Teri tried to stop it and
they got attacked too and now everybody’s fighting.”
I stepped into the main room and saw bedlam.
Girls were punching, kicking, scratching and wrestling all over the room, which
was in a shambles. In my best parade ground voice, I bellowed, “EVERYBODY
FREEZE RIGHT NOW!!”
It took a few seconds, but the room calmed down
and I looked around at fourteen naked or nearly naked girls entangled with each
other, the furniture and the remains of their clothing. I finally spotted Amber
and demanded, “Young lady, what is the meaning of this? This is supposed to be
a Colonial Service transport, not a flaming kindergarten sandbox. “
Amber was crying too and had scratches, smudges
and bruises all over her body, which was, as usual, bare. “Donna hit Teri, so I
hit Donna and then Kelly hit me and….and…and...” her voice trailed off.
Teri chimed in, “I tried to pull Donna off of
Nancy and she hit me in the nose and I just lost it.” Her nose was still
bleeding a bit and she was wearing the fragments of what had been her uniform
pants. Her breasts were bare and there was what looked like a bite mark on one
nipple, which was also bleeding slightly. The rest of the girls were in about
the same shape. Fortunately, nobody seemed to be seriously hurt.
“All right, children,” I said. “Move all this
furniture and other debris against the wall and line up in front of me so that
I can check out the damage. Ensign Wilson, get me my medical kit and set it up
on this table.”
The girls scrambled to clear the area of debris
and sheepishly lined up in front of me for examination, looking like a bunch of
five-year olds caught in mischief. None of them seemed to have any major
injuries, so I sprayed medskin on the scratches and scrapes, cauterized
bleeding with my laser scalpel and wiped off the worst of the blood and dirt. Two
of the girls appeared to have wrist injuries and one complained of knee pain,
which I decided to look after later in the clinic.
“Now all of you children go and take a quick
shower and be back here in ten minutes lined up in order of age,” I growled. “And,
Teri, take off what’s left of your pants and toss them in the trash. Now all of
you, MOVE!”
Amber started for our quarters, but I pointed to
the community shower, smacked her bottom and told her to go with the other
children. I told Beverly to pack up the medical gear and bring me the plastic
paddles.
“All right, then,” I said. “Now each of you bend
over and grab your ankles. I want to see fourteen bare bottoms ready for your
spankings.”
They complied, not without some sniveling and
whimpering, which I ignored. Amber was second in line, Teri, near the middle,
but they were not to be spared their just desserts. Beverly and I grabbed the
plastic paddles, which I knew would deliver a nasty sting but not bruise. I
walked up to the first girl and gave her five hard smacks on her bare bottom,
which turned pink immediately and produced several yelps. Then I want on to
Amber and did the same. When I got to the third girl, Beverly followed with her
own paddle and smacked each girl five more times.
We repeated this procedure five time, so each
girl got fifty good smacks and fourteen bottoms were bright red. All the girls
were crying by now but only one of them lost bladder control during the mass
spanking. Beverly cleaned her up without comment, but the poor girl’s face was
as red as her well-spanked bottom when she finished. When the loudest bawling
had died down and the girls had mostly composed themselves, I had the line up
again and marched them out for lunch as it was nearly noon time.
Passing crew members were much amused as
fourteen red-bottomed girls were marched down the hundred meters or so of
hallways to the Middies Mess. I actually marched them around the long way so as
to get maximum exposure and reinforce the lesson learned. Beverly and I walked
alongside the red-faced and red-bottomed group, “encouraging” them with
occasional random swats with our paddles, which brought forth more yelps and
gasps from the group of naughty girls.
For some reason, all of the girls chose to
remain standing while they ate their lunches. This saved them some discomfort,
but exposed their bottoms to more of their contemporaries, who seemed to take
great delight in seeing their mates in distress. There were a few actual
remarks directed at the hapless girls, but their supervisors reminded them that
THEIR bottoms could be the same colour if they kept teasing their mates in that
fashion.
After lunch, we marched the girls back to the
Nursery, exposing them, of course, to a different group of crew members who
could not help smiling at their predicament. (After this incident, my crew
became widely known as “Rogers’ Red Tails, much to their dismay. And other
supervisors would say things like, “If you don’t start behaving, I’m going to
send the lot of you to Col Rogers to learn to act like young ladies.”)
The rest of the day was spent in cleaning up the
main room. Dinner was, of course, a repeat of lunch, but most of the redness
had subsided by then, albeit I found it necessary to “refresh” the colour on a
few bottoms. Some children are slower learners than others. I never did
discover what had sparked the original fight and didn’t much care. But there
was no more fighting in my Nursery ofr over a month into the voyage.
END of Chapter 11
(The End)