She bit her lip and in a very small voice said, "Yes, sir." She went into the bedroom and slipped on a T-shirt and went through her closet looking for...a skirt to put on. He had specified a short one, so she knew that meant above the knee. She finally picked the longest one she could find that qualified. It was white and pleated. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied she was as put-together as he was going to allow on this occasion. She walked out to the living room to. The Chief reached his left hand to her hips while his right hand positioned his cock on her tiny anus. Holding himself firmly, he leaned toward her as, ever so slowly, she opened to him. Releasing his cock and grasping her hips with both hands, the Chief slowly pulled her back onto him, pausing as he met the resistance of her sphincter for a moment and then pushing deeper into her. Stopping as he made the full depth, he slowly backed out and then repeated his slow entry process.After a few more. My head was now spinning, the man again told me that I had great legs, but this time he said that he wanted to see more of them.As though I no longer had any will of my own, I slid my skirt higher so that this guy could get a better look at my legs. I stoppedjust short of my underpants and the guy asked if I was wearing pantyhose. I nodded,and he just said matter-of-fact that in future I should wear stockings and suspenders. He then asked if he could remove my pantyhose. Again if things had. The Major was showing his visitor out. A glass of water revived me and I had a few moments to go over some of the Colonel's remarks.'It was never our intention to have her punished like this.' They'd planned our punishment in advance. Why? Sounded as if Ted knew about it too so it must have been worked out even before we left England. Now they wanted the magazine readers and indeed the whole world when it was put on the web and TV, to gloat over my misfortune; our misfortune. I would be shown.