We walked out of the bathroom. "Hello?" Frank called out. There was no answer. "Hello?" he said, louder this time. There was still no answer. Then cam... a faint thump from the ceiling. "She must be upstairs...should we go find her?" Frank asked. "Well she ain't coming to find us, obviously," I answered. We found the stairs and climbed up to the second floor. She was in the first room off to the right, putting some clothes away in a dresser drawer. Her room was obnoxiously girly – frilly pink. She spread them for him, wider than shoulder-width, and he smiled. She looked absolutely delicious. He reached around and fondled her breasts. They felt ready to burst from the tight white blouse she was wearing and he began to undo the top buttons to help them. Slipping one hand inside her bra, he found her nipple and gave it a pinch. He loved the way it responded by growing tight and hard.Holding her hips, he spent some time rubbing his crotch into her ass, enjoying that they still had on. She is staring at a blank wall. She had been instructed to keep her eyes forward, her palms pressed against the wall, feet shoulder-width apart. "Good Pet." She is doing as she was told. The two of them have done this enough times for her to know what is coming. Soon, she will hear the sharp CRACK and feel the flush of burning pain on her buttocks. She knows it is coming. But she doesn't know when. She never knows. Somehow, he always defies her expectations. When she anticipates the pain coming. (Military Police) walking a beat, checking the doors along the route that should be locked. It was just after the building had closed and everyone should be out by now. The kitchen staff had just left and I had seen a few stragglers leaving the building my last trip past the main post. Still from time to time I would find someone working who hadn't noticed the time or the others leaving. I checked one of the usual areas to find stragglers the cafeteria, the door was not locked and the lights.