"How about five strokes two times a day, sir?" Hannah tried to bargain. Nonetheless, she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began to slowly drag them down. She dragged them down over her round little ass, complete with the angry red mark where the first blow had landed through the feeble protection of her panties.She slid them down further over the soft curves of her thighs until they came to rest below her knees. Incidentally, by doing so she also exposed her own womanhood and the rather hairy black bush that covered it. She looked over at Kathleen. "Say something, ma'am."

Kathleen scowled. Like the captain, she also had a strict view of things, even if she was standing at attention in her bra, panties and shoes, her ass and back to their master. "Just because the captain has us both in a state of undress does not mean I am no longer your superior officer, Ensign. Do not give me orders."