Colonel!König x NewRecruit!Reader
You stand to attention, waiting, as the two Lieutenants go about their uniform checks.
One stands before you, hands on her hips, looking you up and down.
She notes to herself, brow furrowed, clearly displeased. Despite this, a wicked glint was clear in her eyes as she proceeded with the check.
She leant forward pulling your waist band and looking down.
She tuts seeing the deep red panties you wore... clearly not to code.
She let the waist band snap back, noting down this further violation.
You let out a little huff knowing you were going to get scolded... or worse.
The Lieutenants seemed to have it out for you since day one... and it was only day two. Making snide remarks about your gender, your looks, just waiting for your to slip up... so much for girls supporting girls.
They were practically begging for any reason to...
"Send her to the Colonel."
The other woman replied to the one checking your uniform as they discussed with great fervour how you would be punished.
What a couple of sadists, you thought to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek and huffing. One tapped away on her device, clearly notifying the Colonel that a mischievous recruit was being sent over, the other stood with her arms folded, a look of triumph on her face.
From their experience the Colonel had no time for young recruits, he didn't like to be disturbed and hence, gave the most brutal of punishments. In their own formative training, they both had suffered the agonisingly long workouts the Colonel doled out... Time to repay the favour they thought, sending you, the only female recruit in the cohort to face his wrath.
You were going to be put in your place.
As you walked through the empty corridors, your combat boots squeaking beneath you, you couldn't help but feel a little scared.
You'd heard stories of the Colonel... none of them good, they all involved the words killing machine or ended with a recruit crying so hard they threw up, what a lovely sentiment.
Your brow furrowed slightly as you glowered, looked at the ground as you trudged along. What a couple of bitches you thought to yourself, these Lieutenants definitely had some sort of made up problem with you if they'd sent you here on your second day at base, literally your first day of training.
You stood in front of the Colonel's office, your arm noticeably shaking as you held it up and knocked on the door.
A few seconds passed, no reply, a few more, nothing, then...
You heard his voice, you jumped a little, startled despite it being natural that he was in fact in his own office.
Does this mean you should come in? You didn't know, so you turned the nob slowly, tentatively pushing the door open and peeking you head in.
You saw him, sat at his desk, he didn't look up, he merely lifted his hand beckoning you in.
Your heart was beating even quicker now, perhaps you should have just sucked it up and worn the uncomfortable undergarments.
Realising you had been frozen for quite some seconds you scurried in, carefully closing the door behind you.
You stood in front of his desk as he finished writing his sentence, putting his pen down and looking up.
He picked up his phone, re-checking the message that had been sent to him as he stood up and walked to the front of his desk.
He leant back on the desk before placing the phone down and crossing his arms.
Your eyes travelled up and up, slowly until they met his piercing blue ones, peaking through his hood.
You gulped. He's tall, taller than you knew. You had seen him on the first day, up on the staging with the other commanding officers but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer towering presence this man truly gave off.
He smirked under his mask, unbeknownst to you. When the Lieutenants had said they were sending over a rule breaking recruit he certainly hadn't expected you to walk into his office.
To put it frankly you looked like you wouldn't hurt a fly, like you couldn't hurt a fly, like the fly would hurt you.
He had re-read the text just to check. You hadn't punched someone, you hadn't stolen a weapon, you hadn't even disrespected a higher up, you had simply broken the dress code. How amusing that they would bother the Colonel with something so insignificant.
Perhaps it was the Lieutenants he should be having a word with over wasting Colonel's time but alas you were here.
He scanned you body, it was small but then again anything is to him, it was frail, the way you stood there was just... delicious. Practically quaking as you waited, so unsure of yourself, eyes shinning, fucking adorable.
"So Kleiner, do you know why you have been sent to my office?"
He wanted to play with you a little, make you scared.
"I violated the dress code, sir." You reply in a quiet voice.
He smiles a little under his mask, heart clenching, your voice, so fucking cute he thought to himself.
He leaned forward a little with his question, his immense stature still looming over you forebodingly. You couldn't help but look down, shying away.
You have a small nod of your head.
He leaned forward a little uncrossing his arms and beckoning you with his finger.
You pout a little as you pull down your waist band slightly, showing him the red from your underwear. Clearly not the regulation white ones.
"Ah, yes, I see, ze red ones, very cute."
He teases, leaning back against the desk and re crossing his arms.
You can't help but blush a bit.
He felt his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of your underwear, you are just so precious.
"They're comfier." You reply in a whisper.
He chuckles at your response, muttering an "I'm sure they are" as he headed back to the other side of his desk.
"Now your Lieutenants have recommended that I send you on the 'twenty, thirty, fifty'."
You tilt your head questioningly, he sees your lack of understanding.
"It is twenty pull ups, thirty push ups and fifty laps followed by an afternoon of hard labour."
You bite your lip in nervousness, you couldn't do that, even if you wanted to... Your mind began to wander as worry consumed your thoughts.
That was until you heard a low chuckle.
You look up to the Colonel, surprised by his laughter, before looking down at yourself.
What did he mean? What was wrong with you? Your brow furrowed.
"Süß." He mused. You didn't know what he was saying, but you could only assume the worst.
"So ein schwaches, kleines, unschuldiges ding, damit ich zerbreche."
You gulp as you stand and wait. Your knees are shaking, does he notice? You hope he doesn't notice.
He lifted up his hand, beckoning you over with two fingers. You oblige, stepping towards him and meeting him on his side of the desk.
"Now Kleiner Rekrut, I will not make you do that punishment."
You can't help but let out a breath of relief, premature given what was to come next.
"Take down your pants. You will be punished the old fashioned way."
Your eyes widen, oh no, this is so embarrassing you thought to yourself as you stood there like a rabbit in headlights.
You didn't move, you didn't even speak, you just stood.
He let out a sigh, turning his chair to you before latching his large hands onto the waist band of your pants, tugging them down in a few large pulls, your underwear remaining up.
You let out a little gasp as his hands landed on your waist before hoisting you up and onto his lap in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.
Your front was now lying on his legs, ass poking up. You moved your hands to cover your face. Fuck, this was so embarrassing. Day two and you were going to be spanked by your Colonel...
Your legs dangled helplessly as he held you in place.
He pulled your panties up slightly, exposing more of your soft, supple, flesh. So delicate, so tangible, right in front of König for him to touch.
He couldn't help but lick his lips. He loved this, he was relishing in the moment, he thought it could not get any better...
You let out a gasp of shock as he spanked you, his large calloused hand brought down onto your soft ass.
He felt his dick harden fully, immediately. Why did you have to be so adorable little mouse?
The jiggle when he lifted his hand made him suck in a sharp breath.
He brought his hand down again, another smack reverberating off the walls of his office and eliciting a whimper from you.
This time he kept his hand on your ass, massaging it a little after the smack, a pink hue forming along with his large handprints.
Again and again he spanked you, soon your whimpers turned to small moans that you tried to muffle with your hands out of embarrassment.
You heard a tut followed by a low chuckle as König massaged your ass after another harsh smack.
That's why you felt his fingers wander from your ass to the small wet patch that had begun to form on your underwear.
"Oh, little Maus... do you like your punishment?"
He pushed his finger against the wet spot, smiling sadistically under his hood. You whimper as he did so, trying to wiggle away but only making his contact more intense.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Colonel." You cry out in a little whimper.
Without warning he lifted your hips slightly with one hand before pulling down the red panties you adorned, revealing your sopping wet cunt.
You felt him rut his hips upwards, hardly able to control himself. Having a little recruit sprawled over his lap, their sticky, little pussy on display, it was too much for a man like him to bear. He'd never seen one before... well, not in person, he'd seen plenty in porn, that was for sure, but never one as perfect as this.
Without thinking he pushes one of his thick digits into your tight hole, you let out a little moan, his cock twitching in his pants.
"Scheiße." He practically growls, feeling your tight, gummy walls gripping him.
He began to pump his finger in and out, watching carefully as you sucked him back in, clenching down when he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you.
You couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, his finger are thick, thicker than your own pathetic little ones that couldn't even hit the spot, he did it with ease.
His eyes glazed over as he thought, if this is how you squeeze just one finger, imagine you taking his thick cock. He wanted to put another finger in, just to see something closer to the size of his cock but he knew you could not handle it, not yet anyway.
He curled his finger slightly causing you to squeal, arching your back into him shamefully.
"C-Colonel." You stuttered out breathlessly, scared of what was to come.
His pace only increased as he plunged his large finger in and out of you, lewd squelching noises sounding like music to his ears as they mingled with your mewls.
His thigh grinded against your clit, unintentionally, adding to the building knot in your abdomen.
He let out a groan as his own hips rutted against you slightly, his pace on your poor pussy unrelenting.
With a string of high pitched moans, your little hole clenched around his digit, slick spilling out onto his already soaked hand.
As you rode out your high, grinding down a little on his thigh, he groaned, thick white ropes staining the inside of his boxers.
"I-I'm so sorry Colonel, so sorry." You cried a little as the realisation of what had just happened set in.
You had just cummed on your Colonel's hand, during your supposed punishment.
He gently pumped his finger in and out of your hole, despite your orgasm passing, wanting to feel the sweet pulsations. Easily gliding in and out with your slippy arousal, man how he wished this was his cock, although he knew there would be more push back with something so significantly larger.
He inserts his finger one last time curling into that gummy spot that made your back arch, causing you to wiggle.
"Would you say, you've learnt your lesson little maus?"
"Y-yes sir." You stuttered out through shaking breaths.
"Gut." He removed his fingers, allowing you to wiggle from his lap, helping you down and to stand up straight with his other hand.
As you began to pull up your pants he stopped you.
"A- a- a, give me those. They are confiscated." He said sternly, putting his hand out for your wet, little red panties.
You pursed your lips, taking off your trousers and removing your underwear, balling them up and placing them in his outstretched hand.
As you pulled your uniform back on, he wiped your juices from his hand onto the soft material. He was definitely going to have some fun with these later...
You blushed a deeper red at the thought of the Colonel keeping your underwear.
You turned to face him, waiting for his orders, should you go back to training? You should probably stop by your dorm first and get some new underwear...
"Come here." He beckoned you over once more.
You took the step towards him and he spun you round by your hips. He then pulled your cargo pants down to just below your plush ass, red and pink from his hand prints.
"You're going to be a good girl now." He said squeezing your butt with his two hands, leaning forward and placing kisses over the sore flesh.
You wanted to hide from embarrassment, but you couldn't deny the wetness dripping from your hole as he played with your ass.
"Gut, gut. I kiss you better, now you may go back to training." He said pulling your pants back up and placing a final smack on your ass.
You brought your hands to your face in embarrassment, trying to cover the blush unsuccessfully.
"Yes sir." You managed barely above a whisper.
As you went to turn the nob to his office door he spoke once more.
"Maus, I think it's best we keep your little punishment between you and me." He smiled under his mask. "Wouldn't want the other recruits to know I was going easy on you, ja?"
You nod, giving him a small coy smile as you exit the room.
...maybe you should get in trouble more often.
So ein schwaches, kleines, unschuldiges ding, damit ich zerbreche: Such a weak, little innocent thing for me to break.
