An officers story: Should I continue with it?
The Lesson in the Locker Room
I looked down at the recruit kneeling down polishing my tall custom made Dehner boots. The recruit had offered to shine them for me after our day of training but I also knew that my recruit had been looking at my boots all week. I actually spied him hiding in the locker room with his face inside one of the tall, heavy shafts, inhaling the deep, masculine scent of the premium leather when he thought no one was watching.
Now, caught in the act of his own fixation, I watched my recruit working with a frantic, submissive energy. His hands trembled slightly as he rubbed the dark wax into the stiff calfskin, desperately trying to bring the black leather to a flawless mirror shine.
I stood perfectly rigid above him, my posture projecting the absolute, unquestionable authority of a seasoned instructor. I adjusted my uniform, letting the heavy silence of the room weigh down on his shoulders. He knew he had I had caught him in the locker room, and he knew that his compliance right now was the only thing keeping him in the program.
"You like the scent of authority, don't you, recruit?" I murmured, looking down at the top of his head.
The recruit didn't look up. He kept his eyes strictly focused on the high-gloss shine of the Dehner boots, his breathing shallow as he pressed the cloth harder against the leather, completely surrendering the dominant discipline I knew he craved.
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