<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom saw the smirk and he knew she was teasing him. But he would not let her out so easily, not her and not today. She deserved some spanking today, but unfortunately he couldn't do that in front of civilian.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00"> “After all, isn't that what I am supposed to call you? You are my commanding officer...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom moved his free hand on her back and squeezed her firm ass, unseen of the others. He had no interest in damaging her picture as an officer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Be careful what you wish for, Karra. If you think that I deserve to be called Major, because I am your commanding officer, then I may be tempted to call you Kitten, because you are my favourite pet. That kind of argument always works in two directions. By the way, nice blush, it suits you...“</span> <br/><br/>And with those words Tom let go off her and walked slowly away. He kind of expected to get something thrown after him. Karra was a little bit short-tempered.</div>