"F'k off."I yanked away the pillow. "Whoa! Improper attitude! Photographers have to learn to get up at any hour, bright eyed and bushy tailed and rari...g to go!"She let one breath out in a low, rumbling growl. With the next she mumbled, "Do' wan' be 'to'f'r. Be mod' 'stead." I've told you, models don't live glamorous lives. They have to get up an hour or more before the photographers do for a dawn photo shoot." F'k."I thought about tickling her, but since my hand was still on her butt, I pinched. .Abigail, Ame, and Alexis were patrolling their base. They had been stuck with thedreadful job in the cold due to failing their written test... again. It was for lackof effort, clearly, as they were the three best students at using their equipment. They just never liked writing. They were sulking along when all of a sudden... "AHHH! SOMEBODY HELP!" The girls were startled, but being the elite soldiers, ahem, studentsthat they were, They quickly grabbed a form of self defence each and. I lay marvelling at my nudity against the pine smelling wooden slats, turning occasionally to admire the deep imprints across my bum, and in acknowledging their impressions, found my mind drifting in and out of these marks being put there by my house master, wielding a heavy plank, bringing it down across my quivering buttocks, as I struggled, naked and helpless, across his knees, each whack echoing and reverberating between the walls, a sharp crack that broke both the sound barrier and the. “I’m sorry gentlemen, I suppose we should have told you there was something afoot,” he said.“Don’t worry about it Captain, we knew something was going on,” replied Tom, with Jerry in the background grinning. “Everyone in Bristol knows what went on with this ship, so when Cap’n Pook asked us to sign on we were happy to. We reckon it’ll give us a tale or two to tell. I mean, we’ve got three captains to start with.”There was general laughter.“Well when we get in to Dublin I want you chaps to do.