Command Meeting

The next day when you arrive at work Colonel Hancock informs you that you and her will be traveling to Italy for a command meeting with General Romano.

“When we are in Italy, you will not only be representing me, but our entire base,” she says staring you deep in the eyes, “So, I expect nothing but complete compliance with all order given. Do you understand, Airman Doe?”

“I understand, ma’am,” You respond, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Traveling to another country is an incredible opportunity, but it also means that Colonel Hancock would have even more control over your life. As she hands you the tickets, you can’t help but notice the way her fingers linger on yours just slightly longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I trust you’ll pack appropriately,” She said with a smirk, “You know how important it is to maintain our image while we represent this base.”

“Very well then, Airman Doe.” She stands up from her desk and walks around to face you. “I have some extra duties for you today”.

“Since we’re going to be spending so much time together,” Colonel Hancock continues as she steps closer to you, her voice dropping an octave in pitch, “I need to be assured that you can anticipate my needs. The better you can anticipate my needs; the better things will be for you.” She reaches out and gently tugs at the hem of your uniform pants.

“So today,” Colonel Hancock says firmly but still with a trace of amusement in her voice, “You are going to go down to the base exchange and purchase some panties for me.” The tone makes it clear that this was not a request but an order.

Your heart races at the thought of purchasing intimate wear for Colonel Hancock, but the fear of making a mistake soon takes over. You have no idea what she might prefer. Do you go for something sexy, hoping to impress her with your knowledge of women’s undergarments? Or do you play it safe and choose something practical, ensuring that they will serve their purpose without drawing too much attention?

You walk down the base exchange hallway, feeling self-conscious about what everyone might think seeing you walking around the looking at women’s undergarments. Your face feels hot as you enter the lingerie section, trying to look cool and casual while also searching for the perfect panties for Colonel Hancock.

The store is filled with rows upon rows of lace, satin, cotton, and silk panties in all colors of the rainbow. Your eyes dart from left to right as you scan the shelves, unsure where to start. You settle on a rack near the back that seems to have a good mix of styles and sizes.

You take a deep breath and reach out to grab your first pair. They’re simple black cotton panties with a delicate lace trim along the waistband and legs. You think they might be practical enough for Colonel Hancock but also sexy enough to please her as well. Next you try to figure out what size to get. You think back to the pair she made you wear, and how tight they were on you. Plus her petite figure you decide on smalls.

With the first selection made, your nerves calm a bit, and you continue searching through the racks until finally making your way towards the checkout counter with several more pairs of panties in your arms. Each one was chosen carefully based on what you thought would best suit Colonel Hancock’s taste and needs during her trip to Italy.

The cashier rings up your purchases and smiles at you as she hands over the receipt. “Good choices,” she says with a wink. You feel yourself blush deeply at this comment but can’t muster up the courage to say anything in response.

You return to Colonel Hancock’s office feeling both relieved and embarrassed by what just happened. As soon as you enter her office, she stands up from her desk and strides over to meet you. She takes the bag from your hands without saying anything and looks through your selections.

Then looking directly into your eyes, “Airman Doe,” her voice drips with disappointment, “I am extremely dissatisfied with how little thought went into this assignment.”

She reaches over to grab one of the pairs of panties out of the bag. “These are not your size.” She shakes her head disapprovingly and then tosses them back in the bag.

The “your” reverberates in your mind. Shit! She wanted you to buy panties for yourself.

“You are going to wear these panties on this trip, whether they fit or not,” Colonel Hancock says firmly as she hands back the bag to your trembling hands, “I would have hoped you had a better understanding of how important it is for everyone in this base to follow orders exactly as given.”

With that final word she turns her back on you and starts walking back to her desk.

You feel a combination of confusion, frustration, and embarrassment wash over you as Colonel Hancock scolds you for your misunderstanding. How could she be mad at you when it was clear that she had ordered you to buy panties?

“But...but...” You stammer, trying to find the right words. “I thought these were what you wanted.” Your voice is shaking as you hold out the pile of panties for her to see. “You told me to go down and buy some panties...for you!”

Colonel Hancock’s expression remains unchanged, a stern look that clearly shows her disapproval.

“I said I wanted you to buy panties,” Colonel Hancock replies sharply, getting up from her desk and moving towards you with an icy glare in her eyes, “If you weren’t such a horny pig you might have realized this.”

She steps closer until she’s standing right in front of you. Her voice drops even lower, “I told you my expectations and you failed miserably.”

Her hand snaps out and slaps you hard across your cheek, leaving a stinging red mark on your face. Your head whips back from the **** of the blow, but there’s no time to react as she reaches up and grabs hold of your tie, yanking it roughly towards her so that your face is level with hers once again. The anger in her eyes is palpable now; every emotion is etched into her features with chilling clarity.

“Do you understand me?” She hisses through clenched teeth while staring deep into your eyes, “You will do exactly as I say from now on without question, and without talking back! Is that clear?” She releases her grip on your tie and steps back slightly, still maintaining a menacing posture despite the size difference between the two of you.

You feel like the world is spinning around you as Colonel Hancock’s words sink into your mind. You try to take a deep breath but find yourself struggling against the lump forming in your throat, **** back any sound that might escape from your lips.

This whole situation has taken such an unexpected turn that you don’t know how to respond or what comes next. All you can do is stand there, staring blankly at Colonel Hancock as she sits back down behind her desk and continues typing away on her computer like nothing had happened.

The lump in your throat grows as you make your way out of her office. This trip was supposed to be an incredible opportunity, but now it feels more like an impending doom. As Colonel Hancock’s office door swings shut behind you, you can’t help but wonder what else might be in store for you during this trip.

You return to your quarters feeling defeated and confused. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go at all! You had been so excited about the chance to prove yourself and now it seemed like everything was falling apart right before your very eyes.

As night falls, you find yourself unable to sleep despite being exhausted from the events of earlier in the day. All that’s left are questions swirling around inside your head: What does Colonel Hancock want with me? And why did she suddenly turn on me like this?