The Present
and the Punishment
Story is
entirely fictional and not based on any navy.
Leading Hand –
well, specifically Leading Hand (Warfare Specialist), Nichola "Nic"
Randall smiled as she opened the package from the ratings room. Retreating to
the locker room, she stripped off her navy uniform, bra and knickers and donned
the bikini. It had a green and white pattern and her unit badge was printed on
the right bra cup. Setting up her tablet, she posed for the webcam, giving a
thumbs up with her right thumb. They turned out fine but twisted her image -
Nic was had a muscular frame from working out with the unit PTI but the camera
enlarged her frame. Groaning, she was about to reach for her tablet, but then a
door banged.
"Randall,
this report is messy and....wow!" Warrant Officer Colin Mackie, Nic's
immediate superior, exclaimed as he barged into the room.
“SIR!" Nic
exclaimed, trying to cover her front with her discarded blouse. Then she
remembered it was now a unisex locker room so she had no right to shout seeing
a male enter.
"Playing
on the job? I didn't exactly give you a break, and now you’re modelling? That
unit logo is copyrighted and definitely not allowed on any other clothing,
definitely not on skimpy bikinis!" He reached out and yanked one of her
bikini halter top straps.
"Yeow!"
She cried, then starred at the paper. "Sorry for these mistakes, boss,
I'll fix them now." She tried move but his large frame blocked her way.
"Sorry is
for low-life wussies," he growled and yanked her, ignoring her surprised
yells and brought her into an inner room which Nic never even knew existed. He
pushed her down on a hard metal chair. "Now," he continued "I'm
going to punish you..."
"Punish?!
You can't do that?!" She exclaimed as she tried but was unable to get up.
"I
can," He drew out his mobile phone. "Regulations, Section II, Para a.
When a rating underperforms in her duty and/or is playing on duty, her superior
is allowed to administer non-threatening forms of punishment." Nic
couldn't believe what she read and thought she memorised all Navy regulations.
"What...what
are you going to do to me?" She asked, shaking with fear and for the cold
metal against her bare skin. He didn't answer but forced her muscular arms
behind the chair's back and she immediately felt the rope as it was wound
around her wrists.
"Hey! Stop
this! This is way out of line!" She was shouting now.
"It is
'please stop this Warrant Officer Mackie’,'" he corrected her as he now
drew another rope and managed, despite her struggles, to wind it tightly
around her bare mid-riff, securing her against the chair. Nic kept on
struggling and screaming but the Warrant Officer now bent down and bound her
ankles to the legs of the chair. She kept her resistance, so her bound her
thighs to the legs, further securing her.
"Will you
shut up? There's no one to hear you; the rest of the office staff is working
from home due to lockdown," he asked.
"Let
me...mmmpph!" the evil Warrant Officer picked a cloth and managed to jam
it in her open mouth. That was quickly secured with a longer cloth, cleave
gagging the semi-naked Leading Hand and muffling her cries.
"It's a
clean cloth. I'm going to leave now. Take the time to think about your mistake
and I'll release you then," he remarked, then closed the door.
Nic immediately
struggled against her bonds. She wasn't a girl guide, but learnt about knots
from her brother who was a boy scout. She may not have long fingernails due to
regulations but started bending her fingers and worked on her wrists' bonds.
Ten stuffy and sweaty minutes later, she just couldn't loosen the knots.
Suddenly
noticing some edges of the chair were blunt, she twisted her arms as best as
she could and rubbed her wrist bonds against the edge. Another ten minutes
later, they came loose and as she removed her gag and started working on her
leg bonds, the door clicked open.
"Ah,
trying to escape from your punishment?" Warrant Officer Mackie growled.
"This is
unjustified!!! I'm going to complain to the Navy police!" She retorted.
"Regulations,
Section II, Para c. When a rating attempts to violate her punishment, the
superior can enact further punishment," He showed her his phone then
advanced towards her. "Open your gap, open your mouth!" Despite her
shaking her head, he pinched her nostrils and jammed some cotton item into her
mouth. She tried to spit it out but he quickly sealed it with a long piece of
packing tape and an additional piece covering her lips. Despite her furious
fighting, he managed to yank her arms again behind her back and this time,
bound her wrists with zip ties.
He quickly
undid her ankle and thigh bonds, yanked her legs together and bound her ankles
and knees with more zip ties. Nic had won female-to-female boxing matches but
she was against a guy twice her size and even more muscular than her. She
flexed her arms but he noticed and drew out more coils of rope. Those arms were
quickly 'locked' against her sides as he tightened rope in the form of a breast
bondage. That of course pushed her already big breasts further outwards. Mackie
pressed her face down, bend her legs and stretched her arms and connected them
with yet another zip tie, effectively securing her in a hogtie.
"This will
make you think about what you've done," he commented as she continued to
cry 'mmph, mmph' through her new gag. Mackie proceeded to clear the room of
objects she could use to cut away her bonds and left once more again. Nic tested
her bonds - they were indeed extremely tight and more twisting only forced the
zip ties to cut into her skin. Mackie definitely left the room barren so all
she could do was roll around and scream through her gag. Much later, the evil
Warrant Officer returned again. Wordlessly, he lifted the bikini-clad and
hogtied sailor in fireman's lift, brought her back into the office. There, her
hogtie were released as were her wrist bonds but her hands were handcuffed in
front of her.
"Now fix
the silly mistakes you made in the report. I 'm giving you a hour," he
ordered and wrapped more rope to secure her to the office chair. Nic found it
difficult to type with her cuffed but finally yelled,” Finmmmsh, cam I b
frmm?" Holland pushed her away and took his time to examine the edited
report. Only then did he slowly undo her bonds. As he yanked off the tape and
pulled out the stuffing, she yelped as she saw her soggy white knickers.
"Oh, don't worry Randall they're clean; I took them from your open
bag."
"Is that
it?" She asked rubbing her wrists, ankles and cheeks.
"Just sign
this," he handed over a book titled 'punishment'. "And oh, you may
want to know, that posing video you filmed has gathers many likes on social
media." Nicola yelped again as she saw thousand 'likes' of her posing in
that new patterned halter bikini.
The End.
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