The Empire Spanks Brats Chapter 8

By Red Rover

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The Empire Spanks Brats – Chapter 8

Major Characters:

Benjamin Rogers (94) - College professor, MD and retired Amy officer.

Warren Morris (59) - Commander, RN, Adjutant, HMS Birkenhead.

Beverly Wilson (25) – Ensign CS, Assistant Purser

Amber Keith (23) – Midshipman - Cadet

Teri Anton (19) - Midshipman – Crewgirl

Next morning, we were awakened at 0600 ship time and Beverly cooked us a good breakfast. Her bottom was still a bit pink from yesterday and the other girls teased her about it until I smacked each of their bottoms and threatened to do a matched set.

At 0800, we were notified that our dozen new trainees were on their way. I got the girls into uniform and sent them out to meet the newbies. I let Beverly get them assembled and their stuff unpacked before making my grand entrance. It’s generally not a good idea to have a senior officer greet a bunch of new recruits until they have a chance to settle down a bit.

Our quarters were soundproof, of course, or nearly so, but I could her the bustling about and giving of orders by Beverly while they were getting organized. There were a few squeals and giggles, which I expected from a bunch of young girls. But at 0835, Beverly opened the door and announced, “Troops ready for inspection, Colonel.”

I had decided against my formal Federation Army uniform, as it would confuse the new girls and I didn’t have a formal Royal Marine uniform yet, so I was dressed in my shipboard green Marine uniform shirt and black trousers. Beverly, of course, wore her light blue officer’s shirt and the other two girls wore their pink Middy ones.

As I stepped into the main room, I could see a dozen nude girls lined up and standing at attention. I was not surprised as Beverly had thoroughly briefed me on the reception drill. I was, however, mildly surprised at how young they looked. I had been told their ages ranged from 14 to 24, but some looked like ten year olds. None had any body or pubic hair, of course, which heightened their childish appearance. Some were obviously not yet into puberty, while others appeared to be in their late teens.

I performed that standard “trooping of the line” which basically meant stopping before each girl, looking her in the eye, smiling and then glancing over the rest of her body. Other than their nudity, it was no different from an officer inspecting troops in any military service. I followed this up by marching along the line at their backs, glancing briefly at the back sides of their bodies. They all remained at attention, throughout the inspection process.

When I had completed the circuit, Beverly ordered them to Parade Rest and I took my position in front of the center of the group, with Beverly on one side and Amber and Teri on the other.

“Welcome to HMCS Birkenhead,” I announced in my best parade ground voice. “I am Lieutenant Colonel Benjamin Rogers, Royal Marines. I will be The Officer in Charge of your group throughout the voyage to Stahlhem. Ensign Beverly Wilson on my left will be my deputy and will supervise most of your daily activities. In addition to my military duties, I am also a professor of History at Carmine University on Krendar and am engaged in a research project related to the history of the Ventan population on Stahlhem. This will occupy most of my time aboard. On my right are Cadet Amber Keith and Crewgirl Teri Anton. Their primary mission is to assist me with my research project and they will not usually be directly involved in your training and discipline.”

“I also happen to be a Doctor of Medicine and will be reviewing your medical records as soon as they are delivered to my office. If you have any medical problems, please address them promptly to Ensign Wilson or myself. We will be en route to Stahlhem for four months and we have to be very conscious of the health of everybody on board. A starship is no place for a disease outbreak, as I am sure you are aware.”

“Ensign Wilson will be briefing you on the details of your shipboard duties and training. How many of you have served aboard a starship before?”

Five hands went up, all older girls.

“That’s good, I am sure you will be helpful to the newer girls. Now as for the basic rules of shipboard life. You may address me as “Colonel”, “Doctor,” “Professor,” or just as “Sir,” as you please. You will address Ensign Wilson as “Miss Wilson” or “Ensign Wilson” or just “Ma’am.” You will address my two assistants as “Miss Amber” or “Miss Teri” unless they give you permission to do otherwise. “

“Some of you have been assigned special duties aboard the ship, some are enrolled in specific training program and others are unassigned. We will review your assignments and lay out a program of training and duties for each of you. There will also be some additional duties that you will all share in regarding the upkeep of the quarters and other matters relating to the general welfare. By the way, midshipmen’s quarters are generally referred to as “Nurseries” on board ships, so don’t get annoyed at the term. This is Nursery #5 of 6.”

As for discipline, we do use spanking as the primary form of discipline among Middies. Ensign Wilson and I have the authority to spank any or all of you as we deem appropriate. Amber and Teri do not have that authority. As a matter of Colonial Service tradition, I will be giving each of you’re a spanking within the next few days as an “introduction” to shipboard authority. All spanking will be performed on the bare bottom, in public or private at the discretion of the spanker. I am sure that all of you have experienced red bottoms in the past and probably the fairly recent past.”

There were several titters and giggles from the assembled girls and several reflexively put their hands back to defend or rub their bottoms.

“You will find that I am a fair minded person when it comes to discipline and will not regard every minor transgression as an excuse to warm your bottoms. But I do insist on obedience and respect from those assigned to my care.”

“As for clothing, you may wear clothing or not as you please in the Nursery. Outside the Nursery clothing is required in some areas, optional in others. You will be told which areas are which and be aware that your individual trainers or supervisors may require uniforms or nudity at their discretion. But, when you leave the Nursery, I do insist that you wear a full uniform or nothing at all. No slouching around in ragged underwear or odd bits of civilian clothing. We are all military personnel and we have to have some standards.”

“Miss Wilson will now give you a briefing on the ship’s layout and the general rules of shipboard conduct. I want to emphasize one important point. During the voyage out, you are not to go into the passenger section unless given a direct order by myself, and then only with an armed male escort. Our passengers to Stahlhem are Ventans and they have very strange customs in regard to females, particularly young ones. You will find some of the details in your ship’s guidebook, which I expect you to read carefully in the next few days.”

“Miss Wilson will take over now and give you some more important information and escort you to the Middies’ Mess for lunch. I have been assured that the meals served there meet all the nutritional requirements for healthy teenage girls and young women. I would suggest that you take most of your meals there for the first couple of weeks aboard. It will give you the opportunity to meet your fellow Middies from the other Nurseries and those already aboard. It has the further advantage of being free and I am told that your shipboard allowances are not all that generous.”

So I went back into my quarters and left Beverly to finish the briefing.

END of Chapter 8

(The End)