Chapter 2: Tony gets Punished?

"Right turn off caps."

The master at Arms ordered. " Sir Able Seaman Nash is charged that, contrary to good order and Naval discipline that he broke into the WRNS quarters on Friday 9th July. And that he was found in the bed having sexual intercourse with one of one of the ratings namely Wren Tranter "

'Do you plead Guilty or not Guilty Nash?" The Captain asked

"Not guilty Sir' "What do you mean man" the captain asked.

"I did not break in sir, I was invited in"

"What are the details Number One? "The captain asked.

" He was apprehended by the duty Wren officer, who heard giggling in the woman's quarters after lights out. This is the fourth time in a week that Nash has been in trouble for similar offences Sir "

"Was it the same girl each time."? "No Sir"

" Did the girls complain? ''No Sir. In fact all the WRNS in the quarter are making an official complaint that the duty officer invaded their privacy sir"'

"Are you married Nash? 'No, sir' 'Has he seen the MO?''

"Yes Sir. - They report that he has an exceptional sex drive and are completely baffled. The MO thinks that he is some sort of sexual freak. It's all in his papers Sir.'

"What did the MO actually say - the exact words if you please."

'Well sir.' The First Lieutenant replied looking completely embarrassed. He said. 'The MO said I don't know what he's on - but when I find out I'm having some. Sir."

The Captain was not pleased at the sudden outburst of laughter. "

"Right Nash I'm standing you down while I consider this offence in more detail. Meanwhile you are confined to Barracks" "

"On caps - about turn quick march."

The Captain was not sure what he could do about Nash. The MO told him later.

"He is unique, and medical science is totally baffled."

The Captain privately wondered if it was catching, but the MO had assured him that regretfully it was not. But the Captain did have a glimmering of an idea, being married to a younger women with a high sex drive, and also having a mistress did have it's drawbacks. Once a week was all right for a wife, but once a night was too much for an ageing man who had a mistress to satisfy.- he shook his head in despair.

That night Captain the Lord John Furness sat on the lawn in the warm evening sunshine with his second wife Debbie. He decided to float his idea and see if his wife would bite.

"I had an interesting case at defaulters today dear."

His wife's attention was very much concerned with the forthcoming wedding of his eldest daughter which she was obliged to arrange as her stepmother, so her attention was not immediately engaged on what her husband was saying.

"Yes Dear"' she replied dutifully.

"Yes I have this sailor who can't keep his cock under control. He has been found in the WRNS quarters four times recently, and I have to punish him somehow."

"What are you going to punish him for?"

"Being in the WRNS quarters - silly women." he said exasperated at his wife's attitude.

"Did the WRNS complain?"

"Apparently not - in fact the girls tried to hide him. The MO told me that because of this man, the demand for the birth control pill has gone up 300% since he's been in barracks."

Debbie sat up listening intently, her married life was not at all sexually active, and now she was fairly sure that John had got a mistress she was feeling very deprived. Night after night he found an excuse not to satisfy her, and she was beginning to get desperate, for she was still quite young and she knew that she too had quite a high sex drive.

"Send him to me dear -I can use him helping with the wedding arrangements in the garden. there are no WRNS accommodated here and a bit of hard work might do him good"

'Not a bad idea darling.' John said with a hint of a smile on his face.

His wife looking up saw the satisfied smile, as he again hid behind his newspaper. The captain was very pleased with his crafty idea ; he thought that Nash might relieve him of most of his immediate marital responsibilities and Janice his Secretary would be very happy, he would be able to pay her more attention...

It was next morning the Chief Buffer faced Tony a huge smile on his face.

"'I've got a good job for you Nash."

"Sure Chief anything"

Tony replied his mind quickly running over the various horrible possibilities. With only four weeks left before his time was up - he was not really fussy what he was going to do.

"How do you fancy working at the Captains house, being a ladies maid. -. Good practice for civvy street - His daughter is getting married in three days time, so they want some one like you to help out with the arrangements, and to serve the drinks and all that crap.- So off you go, put your best skirt on, you never know, she just might keep you as her toy boy. Oh and take your kit with you - you will be living there for a few days to keep you out of trouble."

He said with a loud guffaw of laughter, mystified by the curt order he had received from the Captain's Secretary to send him to the Captains house. Tony arrived at the captains house as the Marquee was in the last stages of being erected. The work was being supervised by a very elegant slim lady in her early thirties.''

Tony had seen the captains wife round the barracks several times. He had always thought of her as being elegant, rather than pretty. Although now looking at her more closely he began to change his mind. She was really quite beautiful, especially when she smiled, she was slim with a fabulous figure, blue eyes and long auburn hair which swept in waves over her slim shoulders. The speck of dirt on the end of her nose, also made her look quite cute he thought, as he stood looking at her. His mind on other things rather than work.

He knew that she was the captains second wife and some years younger than him. It was Mary, one of the two daughters, from the Captains first marriage who was to be the bride tomorrow. Tony stood there quietly admiring Lady Furness and watching her carefully, his imagination working hard. He liked older women and the thought of her in his arms, and what they could do together, didn't bear thinking about. He adjusted his trousers carefully to make room for his growing erection.

"Can anyone join in, she asked playfully, or is it a game for one.?"

Tony blushed profusely, noting with embarrassment, that she was looking pointedly at his bulging crotch, which he was vainly trying to hide.

"Reporting for wedding duties madam."

"Why do you think the bridegroom can't cope." She replied with a smile. Tony trying hard to hide his confusion, and highly embarrassed about his growing erection., was not paying full attention to what she was saying.

Suddenly, to his embarrassment he heard her soft lilting Irish voice speak again. Her beautiful blue eyes were gazing at him.

"Hello. Is anyone at home?" She smiled broadly as she spoke. Her eyes fixed on him with their twinkle made him blush. Her soft lilting voice with its soft Irish brogue was asking. Tony blushed.

"Sorry ma'am just daydreaming."

"I'll ask you again. -Don't you think the bridegroom can cope, or shall I ask the bride if she needs you for an encore?"

Her tinkling laugh ringing round the garden, bringing curious looks from the workmen. Tony felt himself blushing even harder - he didn't know what to say so he said nothing.

"What's your name?" "Tony ma'am Tony Nash - Ah yes the AB who has been molesting the WRNS"

" Call me Debbie - I'm the Captain's wife and I don't stand on ceremony."

"Go and see the Wren cook and have a coffee.Leave your kit in the kitchen, and get back to me in 20 minutes time. I want you to help me lay out the tables and chairs for the reception, when this lot are finished and please leave the girls alone."

Reporting back to work, Tony worked steadily with Debbie, they worked steadily together for a time in complete silence setting up the trestle tables and laying rugs, then pinning the table clothes to hide the trestles underneath. Eventually she stopped, wiping her perspiring brow. She told him "

Go and ask the Wren cook to give you some lunch and show you your room.".

In the kitchen he found Alice one of the Wrens he had got to know intimately during his nocturnal visits to the Wrens quarters. She rubbed provocatively up against him as she spoke.

" I reckon you be going to be the resident stud for the missus."

"She has told me to get my kit upstairs - so I guess you might be right."

Walking slowly back to the marquee, after having put his kit in his bedroom, Tony was feeling tired after the big lunch, and the short sweet but frustrating session with Suzy on his bed, so he decided to take a nap on some spare rugs under one of the tables in the marquee until Debbie arrived back.

There was nothing he could do until she returned, so he might as well have a nap. The tables now carefully covered with the brilliant white tablecloths which reached the floor at the front, gave him plenty of room to lay down, without being seen, so he chose some of the spare rugs under the head table, where he was well hidden. Being tired, he quickly fell asleep, to be woken later by the sound of female voices. And realised he was sleeping under the table thy were sitting at. He heard her say.

"Had a lovely sailor sent to work with me this morning Betty, John so kindly arranged it for me."

As she spoke her hand came down to gently fondle her crotch.

"He'd got the biggest hard on I've seen for some time."

"Debbie you're incorrigible - one day John will catch you out."

"But John is just not coming up to scratch these days darling. In fact I think he's got a bit of rough on the side" Yes dear. I know what rumour say's Debbie dear. But you must resist that sort of temptation. If he catches you out, you are in big trouble."

Meanwhile, under the table Tony found him self facing a very shapely elegant pair of female legs, with sleek silk stockings and black high heeled shoes. He recognised the soft lilting Irish voice straight away.

"Yes I know darling, but there are some perks in this job, and I must take advantage of them but I do know I have to be careful. I think I still love John, but he's not really so exciting in bed, in fact he's almost non-existent these days, and with some of these lovely sailors around. well... I ask you. A girl needs some compensations. Now that lovely young sailor here this morning, is a very big temptation, especially with his reputation, and I know - I mean, I could tell by his bulge that he was not thinking about football."