First, though, Roxanne had some making up to do. “Ready?”

Pressing her hands to the surface of the table, she nodded quickly.

Jesse moved into the position he thought best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved and balanced. He’d never spanked a woman before, never mind with one of these things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun.
Fun that was already making his cock throb and press insistently at the inside of his combats. Sucking in a deep breath, he drew his arm back and forth a couple of times, practising the correct angle to strike Roxanne’s delectable bottom. He didn’t want to accidentally whack the back of her legs, or miss utterly and hit the table.
Coming to the conclusion he could do this all day and not feel any more confident, he figured he should just go for it. Shifting his arm back once more, he then swung it all the way forward until the pace stick hit her naked skin. There was an interesting slapping sound, followed by a yelp from Roxanne. Milliseconds later, a red stripe decorated her skin. It looked kinda sexy, and as she hadn’t screamed blue murder and run away or tried to kill him, he decided she could take it.

Lining up carefully once more, he laid another blow on her arse. It bobbed enticingly with the impact, and a red mark appeared next to the first. His cock was fit to burst. God, he hoped she’d be up for sex after this. Perhaps he oughtn’t push her too far, just in case. He definitely didn’t want to go and have to rub one out in his bunk.

Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly, hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering what he was about to do. She was Roxanne.

Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over.”

“O—okay.”

She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out.

Following her to the table, he waited while she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and bury his cock in her warm depths.