Amy gets extra lessons

The commander cleared his throat, took a step back, and straightened his clothes. Still slightly flustered, he looked down at me and then at the soldiers standing around him. He seemed to gradually realize that the entire company had been watching while he had let the youngest recruit give him a blow job. To cover up the situation, he ordered the platoon leader to come to him.

“Lieutenant, take over. Private Amy needs an extra lesson in combat training. I'll be in my command post.”

He turned on his heel and marched stiffly to the headquarters.

The lieutenant barked in his best barracks yard tone: “Since you're already on the ground, let's continue there, Amy. Get down on all fours! Crawl across the courtyard. As low as you can. Go, go!”

What else could I do? An order was an order. I crawled awkwardly away from the officer, who kept his eyes on me.

My comrades watched enthusiastically. One or two whistled through their teeth.