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If You Want To Play Games, Okay...But I'll Win	By : WW2_Lover Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Any words with a * in front of them are lines directly from the show.

Kommandant = Commander
Guten morgen = Good morning
Danke = Thank you
Gute nacht = Good night
Nein = No

Inside Klink's quarters, day two…
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as General Hogan, of the U.S. Army Air Force, opened his eyes and yawned. As he went to sit up though, he encountered an immediate issue in doing it. Why can’t I sit up? Did I injure myself somehow last night? he thought. He went to lift his head, noticing as he did so that he was lying on his stomach. The realization of that made everything click into place. He also remembered everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, including the end of the war and everything afterward.
I’m in Klink’s quarters! The moment the memory of why he was here and not in his barracks hit him, the throbbing pain in his butt made itself known as well. “Oww,” he groaned as what felt like a sharp spear jabbed his tender sit spots. “Fuck, Klink really wore my ass out last night,” Hogan muttered, glad that the older man wasn’t around to correct his language like he always did.
Where is he, anyway? What time is it? Hogan figured the best way to find out was to check his watch, so he glanced at it and grimaced. “Geez, it’s already 1007 hours? (10:07am) I missed breakfast!” the American exclaimed to himself. He’d been an early riser out of necessity for the past three years, which was due to the unholy early hour of the first roll call each day. Regrettably, that also meant he didn’t get the luxury of sleeping in.
Typically, unless they had a mission Hogan put himself to bed by 2000 hours (8:00 pm) each night, making sure he could wake up at 0400 hours (4:00am) in the morning. He’d only altered his schedule twice in the last three years. The first time had been when he’d been sucked into this new arrangement. The second time when he’d had to make an appearance here at 1900 hours (7:00pm) to have his tail warmed up each night by Klink.
Since his punishments exhausted him each time, he’d been going to bed right after they ended instead of staying up until 2000 hours. Overall, life in Stalag 13 wasn’t as bad as any of the other places he could’ve wound up, but being rousted out of a warm bed that early sucked! Well, semi-warm anyway, Hogan mentally amended.
As he went to move his arms so he could push himself upwards, he stopped himself as he wondered how he was going to sit down to get dressed after he finally got up. His butt was still tender, after all, and sitting down wouldn’t be pleasant. The stray thought reminded Hogan that it would be even more tender tonight, which in turn made him want to burrow back under the covers and pretend that he was still asleep.
But now that he was awake, his stomach was demanding some food. Noticing that he was still securely wrapped up like a burrito under the covers as well made Hogan smile, remembering how he’d been tucked in last night.
It’d been so hard to keep his smart-aleck comments to himself for a change in order to accomplish that, but he’d done it. Reluctantly, he tossed the covers off of himself and resolved to get out of the bed. Hogan inched over the mattress on his stomach until he reached the edge of the bed. Putting one foot onto the floor, he swung his body sideways until both feet were touching the ground and pushed himself upright. As he steadied himself, the muscles being used in his legs caused his behind to protest even more, causing a small “Ow” to slip out.
Now to get dressed, he thought. It wasn’t overly chilly this time of year, especially as it was late May. But at the same time, fifty degrees was still winter weather in the United States. And so, he was somewhat cold. Hogan pulled on his bathrobe, unwilling to be caught in his underwear and shivering if Klink should walk into the room. A monocle-wearing mother hen was something he didn’t need right now. Or ever, come to think of it. He also decided to make the bed, since he didn’t want to give Klink any reason to bitch at him.
After searching through what few civilian clothes he owned, Hogan finally shrugged off his bathrobe and tossed it on the bed to fold later on. Then he pulled on a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of pale blue jeans that were faded from age. While his brown or tan shirt would have probably looked a little better with them, he was sick of these colors.
Hogan had been stuck wearing his uniform ever since he’d been shot down, so being able to openly wear something different was nice for once. Generally when he went out on missions, he was dressed in all black to blend in with the darkness…which meant that he was sick of that color too! However, it was either all black or all white when it came to footwear, and white shoes got dirty far too easily.
After pulling a fleece lined, white hooded sweatshirt with no zipper and one large pocket in the middle over his head, Hogan was almost ready to face the day. The sweatshirt was something he’d been sent a few months ago from home by his dad, claiming it was the newest thing in the U.S.
Now he just had to put on his socks and shoes. But how am I supposed to do that without sitting down? he thought. It seemed as if the first challenge of the day had made itself known, but it wasn’t a problem. He could do this.
Hogan grabbed a pair of white socks and some all black sneakers before pausing to look at the bed. After some consideration about how to accomplish his goal, he placed one hand on it to steady himself. Then he stood on one foot and pulled on his sock before setting it down and repeating the motion with the other foot.
After repeating the motions to put on his shoes with some difficulty, he bent down to tie the laces, wincing at the way the movement pulled his buttcheeks taut.
When he was standing upright once more, he carefully folded his bathrobe and placed it on the dresser. Walking toward the bedroom door, the American general became aware of low music playing that he hadn’t noticed before. Is that…is that Frank Sinatra? he mentally questioned, feeling sure that it wasn’t. The German general’s tastes tended to lean more toward classical music, and Sinatra was on the opposite end of that spectrum.
“What reality did I stumble into?” Hogan muttered under his breath as he entered the living room. “Kommandant? You here?” he called out.
“Where else would I be, Hogan?” Klink called out from where the kitchen table was. “Guten morgen.”
“Good morn –” Hogan cut himself off, staring at Klink in shock. “What are you wearing?”
Frowning, Klink replied in a puzzled tone. “Why? Is this sort of American clothing not meant to be worn together? I thought I had picked the appropriate type of pieces, but…” He trailed off and shrugged as he sipped a cup of tea.
“Should I change? I have not worn anything but a military uniform for a very long time, so I was not entirely certain if this was correct,” he added.
“No. I mean yeah, you’re fine. You did okay, that’s not what surprised me.” Hogan shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes taking in the strange sight in front of him. “It’s just…where did you find any of that?” he inquired curiously. “I’ve never seen you wear anything like it, that’s all.”
If Hogan hadn’t heard the other officer’s voice and saw Klink with his own eyes at the same time, he would have called anyone who tried to tell him about this a filthy liar. The tall German wore a light blue, long sleeved dress shirt that was buttoned all the way up except for the top two buttons near his throat. Those he had left undone, along with rolling the sleeves up to his elbows so that his lower arms were left uncovered.
Klink had also chosen to wear dark gray dress slacks and black dress shoes. The shoes looked like the ones Hogan wore with his uniform, only they were black instead of brown. On the back of his chair hung a very familiar white trench coat as well, and the older man wore no tie with his ensemble.
All in all, he looked pretty nice. The color of the shirt also made Klink’s blue eyes appear to glow, and the realization of that caused Hogan to focus on something else quickly. “Where’d you get that trench coat?” he asked curiously. “I have one just like it, so I was wondering where you got yours from.”
A mischievous smile made Klink’s lips curl upward, even as he looked very smug. “I am sure that you do, Hogan. And I am also sure that this one is most likely yours, seeing as it was down in the tunnels. Along with that record,” he added, nodding to the record player where Frank Sinatra still played softly in the background.
“Huh? You went exploring down there alone?” asked the younger general, concern showing itself in his voice. “What the fu – heck would you do that for? Are you crazy?” He managed to change his chosen curse word just in time, remembering that he always got called out on it anyway.
Raising his eyebrows, Klink elected not to mention the hasty fix. “Not the last time I checked, and why do you sound so concerned?” he inquired.
“I have an excellent sense of direction,” he added. The morning is off to an interesting start, he decided with a smile.
“Eh, maybe. You were a pretty good navigator when we went to London before,” Hogan allowed, still not happy about the idea. “But there’s a thing called cave-ins, you know. Do you know how many tunnel entrances there are inside of Stalag 13? It’d take ages to figure out which one you went through, and that’s assuming you didn’t close the entrance behind you!” he added, starting to become irritated at the thought of what could have happened.
“And how would I dig you out alone if that’d been the case? Whenever we had a cave in before, it took ten guys working in shifts for about a week or better to clear it. You’d be dead from lack of oxygen,” he finished, oddly depressed at that thought. “Just…just let me know or something the next time you want to explore, okay?” Hogan said.
His brat sounded truly worried for once, and the older man wondered how it felt to know someone you cared about – or at least liked – had gone off and done something you thought was idiotic. Clearly, a taste of his own medicine was just what the doctor had ordered! “Why Hogan, you sound as if you actually care,” the German officer said slowly, trying to gage where this conversation was headed.
“Well, yeah! Geez, you don’t go through everything we’ve gone through together and not care,” Hogan said indignantly. “Now I’m gonna worry you might do something dumb like that again,” he said, crossing his arms and huffing. Man, is it just me or is Klink being extra thick-headed today?
“And now you know how that feels, yes?” Klink asked in an amused tone. “You look very nice, by the way. Sit down, sit down,” he said, motioning to the chair next to him. “Or are you planning on standing there all day?”
“Hmmph,” Hogan grumbled in response, unwilling to admit Klink had a point.
“If it’s all the same to you, sir, I think I’ll stand. That chair would be way too hard to sit on right now.” As if in agreement with that statement, another stab of pain pulsed in his sit spots.
“Suit yourself,” Klink replied as he shrugged causally. “But I think you should make sure that this chair,” he tapped the one next to him, “is still as hard as you remember.”
Then he rose and headed for the kitchen. “I will return in a moment.”
“Ooookay,” the American said in a puzzled tone as he uncrossed his arms and walked over to the aforementioned spot. As he grabbed the chair so that he could move it away from the table, a flash of beige caught his eye.
“What the hell?” he muttered as he took a closer look to see what it was. You’ve got to be kidding me…really? Wow, he thought.
On the seat of the chair were several beige pillows, and Hogan recognized them as being some of the ones from the couch. They’d obviously been placed there ahead of time to make it more comfortable for him to sit down, and the gesture was touching. Figuring he’d offend the German general if he refused, Hogan managed to sit down and make himself reasonably comfortable before Klink returned.
“Ah. I see you decided to have a seat after all,” he said, setting down a cup of tea in front of the American.
“By the way, what are those?” he asked in a confused voice, pointing to Hogan’s sweatshirt and jeans respectively.
“Yeah, it wasn’t as hard as I’d remembered. It’s the strangest thing,” murmured Hogan, tossing Klink a grateful glance as he accepted the tea.
“Danke,” he added, making sure the tall German knew that the ‘thank you’ was for the pillows on the chair too.
“Oh, these? This is a hooded sweatshirt, or a hoodie. My dad sent it to me a few months ago. He said it’s the newest fad in the United States. And these are jeans. They’re an old pair, but they’re pretty durable,” Hogan stated.
“You are welcome,” came the reply. Klink was still staring at his troublemaker’s jeans curiously, trying to decide if the fabric was as rough as it looked.
“May I?” he requested, motioning to Hogan’s leg.
“What? Oh, yeah. Sure, go ahead,” Hogan replied. “I take it you’ve never seen jeans before?”
“No. They look very uncomfortable, if I am being honest,” Klink admitted, reaching out with a slender hand to touch the American’s leg. But the denim fabric felt rough under his fingertips, so he quickly pulled it away. “Very strange indeed.”
“Don’t worry, they’re an acquired taste. Not everybody likes them,” Hogan said as he sipped his tea.
“You look really nice too. It’s weird seeing you not in a uniform, but I like it,” the former senior POW officer added. “You don’t look as…intimidating.”
Yeah, that’s a good word for it, his mind said. “So not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the music? I thought you liked the more classical stuff, like Wagner.”
“I do. But I found it in the tunnels and thought I would see what all the fuss was about,” the older man said evenly. “Every time I closed the recreation hall and none of you could enjoy your records, every last one of you had – how do you say it in English? – a pig?” Was that right? It sounded right to him.
“You mean a cow, General,” the younger man said with a chuckle. “And yeah, we all love our Frank Sinatra and Tommy Dorsey records. You have no idea how mad you made everyone each time you did that.”
“I can only imagine,” Klink said with a nod. “The music is not all that bad, but I think that I still prefer classical music more.”
“You would,” the American officer replied with a sigh. “So how come you didn’t wake me up? I liked sleeping in and all, but now I’ve missed breakfast. And I’m hungry,” he added sulkily.
“First of all, you will wipe that sulky look off of your face, little brat,” Klink announced with amusement. “Or else I will roust you tomorrow at 04:00 hours again, simply because I can. Second, I thought it better to let you rest after everything that occurred yesterday. You have a long night ahead of you tonight and tomorrow, you know.”
“I’m not sulking, and I’m not a brat,” pouted Hogan as he crossed his arms. “And I’ll pass on that. But thanks for the offer.”
“I beg to differ, Hogan,” chuckled Klink good-naturedly. “We appear to have a slight conundrum as well.”
With a sigh, Hogan shifted his weight slightly and let out a yelp. “Ow! So what’s the problem?” he asked, shooting the German officer a glare when he chuckled again. “It’s not funny!”
“Perhaps not to you, but I find your antics this morning quite amusing,” deadpanned Klink. “The issue is this: do we eat first and then go see whatever you wish to see? Or do we just go sight-seeing and hope we can find food along the way?”
Blinking, Hogan thought about that, his earlier sulkiness forgotten. “What would we eat? I don’t want any sauerkraut, no offense. And I don’t know if either the Hofbrau or the Hauserhof is still open for business, so I don’t know where we could go either,” he said thoughtfully, ignoring the lewd ideas his mind conjured up about where the two of them could go. “And we’ve got no money anyways.”
“Yes, well…that is why I said it was a conundrum,” Klink replied.
He made a disgusted face and added, “I do not want any sauerkraut for breakfast either, as that is a lunch or dinner item. As to your other statement, I still have some of the camp’s budget for this month left. We could use that.”
“True.” Hogan scratched his head in thought. “I guess there’s only one deciding factor, then.”
“Which is what?” Klink asked warily.
“Can you cook at all?” the American officer asked curiously. “If not, we’re kind of forced to go out and get food.”
“Actually, yes. Not as good as your French corporal, but I can make some things. My mother insisted that I hand her different ingredients in the kitchen to make myself useful when she prepared meals, as well as do little things like slicing onions and peeling potatoes. It saved her a great deal of time, and in turn I learned much while watching her,” Klink said, enjoying the stunned look on his former senior POW officer’s face. “What about you, Hogan?”
“Same here,” Hogan responded, enjoying seeing the exact same look mirrored on the German’s face.
“What? I had to help my mom a lot of the time. My dad was always at work, and she was feeding all of us by herself. She always said that I got under her feet and ‘made a nuisance of myself’ otherwise. Besides that, LeBeau’s taught me a few recipes. Let’s just hope I remember them correctly, or…” The younger officer trailed off, wondering how to say deliver that sort of blow.
“Or what?” Klink asked wearily, not liking where this discussion was going.
Then Hogan grinned and said, “Or else our meals are about to get very interesting.”
“Hooo-gaaan!” Klink snapped in exasperation before seeing the laughter that danced in his troublemaker’s eyes. “I do not find you funny at the moment.”
“Only at the moment?” teased the American as he slowly stood up. “So you think I’m funny at any other time?”
“No!” the German general replied, only half serious as a half-smile appeared. “I will tame that insolent attitude yet, do not worry.”
That innocent sentence caused the younger man cracked up laughing, even as he moved himself out of Klink’s grabbing range. “You’re hilarious, you know that?” he said between giggles.
Klink’s brow furrowed as he attempted to unscramble that statement. “Why?”
“I was just remembering when Newkirk showed up, dressed as a member of the Gestapo and driving that Tiger tank,” Hogan managed to get out. “And he said he was here with it because you ordered the tank to control your rebellious prisoners, so you just looked up at him like this.”
Hogan imitated the look he’d seen on Klink’s face that night. “And then you said, “*There are no rebellious prisoners here. *They’re tame…I’ve tamed them.” That was classic!” he finished, still giggling like a little boy while turning and darting off as fast as his sore butt would allow.
“I will show you classic, young man!” Klink said as he stood up too. For someone whose bottom was so sore, Hogan moved rather quickly. “Come back here, Robert!” he growled playfully as he gave chase.
“No!” came the faint reply as Hogan headed back toward the guest bedroom, figuring he could put the bed between him and Klink. Even so, he had to smile at successfully baiting the older man yet again. Really, it was almost too easy sometimes.
Klink grinned like a shark as he followed, allowing just enough distance between them to create a false sense of security. Finally, he made it to the guest bedroom as well. Then he looked around him, noticing with satisfaction where the younger general was. He’d put himself in the corner, his back to the wall. A window was on one side of him, while the bed was on his other side.
A good defensive position, the older man thought approvingly, providing Hogan had the capability to throw himself onto the bed and roll to the other side if need be. Right now, he happens to be stuck right where he is. “Ah, my prey has fallen into the trap. How convenient for me,” he said playfully as he stalked slowly towards his brat.
After hearing the teasing tone, Hogan wasn’t worried about landing himself in more hot water right now. That being said, he replied snarkily, “You’re just mad because you didn’t think of it first, Kommandant…admit it.”
“I admit nothing of the sort,” scoffed Klink as he finally reached the American. “Give up and concede defeat before I drag you into the living room by your ear!”
He sighed and admitted with a crestfallen look, “I have actually always wanted to do that. It seems like fun somehow.”
“Only you would think that sounded like fun,” Hogan said with an eye roll. He didn’t see how it could possibly be fun. But if it made Klink happy, then he’d play along. Why not, right?
“Well, go for it. That is, if you’re sure your hand won’t crumble to dust first, Methuselah,” Hogan challenged, wanting to see what Klink would do. Their games might be a little weird to anyone else, but both officers enjoyed them and that was all that counted.
“Methuselah?” asked Klink as his eyes narrowed. “Oh, you are going to get it now, young man!” His slender hand snaked out and grabbed Hogan’s ear, making sure he had a good grip on it but not enough to hurt him.
“Come on, little one,” he said as he marched them toward the sofa. His tone was still playful to make sure his troublemaker knew he was only joking.
“Hey, let go!” said Hogan in a voice that was anything but serious. “Don’t make me do my cute act again!”
“Make all the threats you like, for it will not change what I have in mind,” responded Klink as they moved. He also made sure that he would not trip either of them up as they reached the sofa.
“Which is what?” Hogan asked as they stopped.
“Sit down and find out,” Klink said with an impish wink.
A little confused about that statement but willing to play along, Hogan carefully took a seat. “What, you’re gonna stare at me? Seems more like a reward if you ask me,” he said with a smirk. “I know, I’m extremely good looking. Everyone tells me so.”
Rolling his eyes at that vain statement, Klink said. “No, I am not going to stare at you. By the way, your own reflection does not count as ‘everyone’.” He sat on the sofa and locked his arms behind his head.
Then he flopped backward over Hogan’s lap the same way the American had done to him so many months ago. “Hmmm…I do believe you are as comfortable as you claim I am, Hogan,” Klink said with a smirk. “I see what you meant before.”
“Very funny, sir,” Hogan said with an eyeroll and a smile. “Now get up so we can eat. I’m hungry, and it’s long past time for breakfast.”
“That is true, and so am I. But I rather like it here,” Klink replied, flexing his fingers and stretching the way Hogan had done so many months before. “Is that a problem for you? You did the same thing to me, you know. More than once, I should add.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve made your point, now come on!” Hogan said, giving him a barely-there push.
“I suppose I will grant your request, just this once,” Klink said as he got to his feet. “But do not get used to it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Hogan said agreeably as he led the way towards the kitchen. He only hoped they had something to work with in the food department, or it was going to be a long three days.

Prelude to round two…
Breakfast had been good, once both officers had gotten around to actually cooking and eating it. First they’d had to take inventory of their supplies and decided what they wanted to eat. After a short but heated discussion, they’d come to an agreement. Klink could pick what was for breakfast and dinner if Hogan got to choose what was for lunch. The next day it would be reversed, which was good since there wasn’t enough food to last more than a few days.
If everyone had still been here, the sawdust would have been a welcome filler…and while the older man indeed still had money from the camp budget, a quick call to London via radio informed them that the German currency had lost all value at this point. Therefore it didn’t do them any good, and it also killed any plans they had of going out. Hogan was just glad he’d thought to radio them and ask that before they left!
For breakfast, Klink had made them something called ‘German eggs’. It was basically an omelet with cheese…but it also had cottage cheese, cream cheese, baking powder, butter and onions in it, along with other seasonings. While the very idea sounded like something a broke college student would come up with, Hogan had promised Klink he’d keep an open mind when he tried it. And to the American’s surprise, he really liked it. After saying as much to the older man, Klink had beamed with pride and looked quite smug for the next half hour.
The two generals had debated going out just to sightsee anyway, but they’d ultimately decided against it after Hogan expressed his desire to “be able to walk around without a sore butt.” Instead, they had spent the day doing various things like dancing to different records and playing chess.
Klink hadn’t been lying when he’d said he could dance well. He showed the former senior POW officer some basic waltz dance steps, seeming to glide across the floor when he moved. Now Hogan fully understood why Major Hochstetter had been so mad at Klink that night.
Granted, he was always mad about something at any given time. But in this case, the younger man was on the same wavelength with the irate Gestapo officer. That right there was something he’d never thought could happen!
It was funny to watch Klink attempt to do the jitterbug, but he picked it up easily enough. Likewise, Hogan was terrible at ballroom dancing, especially as they took turns jumping away from one other and turning red in the face. But the American figured he just needed a female partner for him to get it down pat, so that was okay with him.
For lunch, Hogan had made them tacos. The hamburger meat hadn’t been too hard to scramble, but he’d almost burned the shells. It was a lot harder to cook them perfectly in the oil than his mother had made it seem, but he’d done it.
The best part was the look on Klink’s face when he’d seen them, as he’d gone to pick one up only to have everything fall out the other side! After getting a good laugh out of it, Hogan had shown Klink how to pick it up and eat it. It had been his turn to beam with pride after the German officer admitted that it tasted good, and that he wouldn’t mind having it again someday.
It was Klink’s turn to cook for them again at dinner, and they had potatoes that needed to be used as well. So he made something called ‘Kartoffel Kloesse’, or ‘potato dumplings’ as it was called when it was translated into English. Seeing as the recipe included eggs, flour and breadcrumbs, Hogan had been a little wary of it. It had sounded distasteful to him all the way around. Still, he’d once again found himself enjoying the German dish, so he’d told Klink that.
Between the two of them, both Klink and Hogan really wished that LeBeau had stayed behind. While Hogan would never ask that of the Frenchman, he had to admit Louis’ proficiency in the kitchen had been the major part of keeping them all alive and healthy. And his unique ability to make a three course meal out of nothing came in quite handy as well.
In between meals, the two generals had discussed so many things that the former senior POW officer had information overload. Surprisingly, they shared many of the same opinions and were a lot alike. Yet on the things they disagreed on, they were polar opposites. In the end, they had come to an unspoken agreement to change the subject whenever something like that came up. But now the time had arrived that Hogan was not looking forward to.
“I suppose all good things must come to an end, Hogan,” Klink said that evening as he stretched. “It is getting rather late, and there is still the matter of your spanking for tonight that we must attend to.”
“I know,” Hogan complained, even as his stomach began doing backflips in dreaded anticipation again. “I can’t say I’m looking forward to it though.” His butt still hurt quite a bit, though when he’d looked in the mirror it had faded to a light pink. Normally, the American officer was thankful for his rapid healing abilities. This was not one of those times, because his rear end felt as if he should be bruised all over and it wasn’t.
Honestly, he kind of felt cheated about that. Not that he wanted to be bruised, mind you. But if his butt was going to hurt this much, the appearance of it should at least reflect that pain! It was equivalent to having a massive gunshot wound with all the pain included, but not so much as a scar to show for it when it healed. It was just the principle of the thing.
“Where are we doing this, sir?” Hogan asked, his mind and mood slipping into a familiar pattern of ultra-courteous yet nervous. Any other time he wasn’t either one, but that familiar dreaded anticipation kickstarted both feelings. Not to mention that it was a real bitch too.
“My room again, Hogan,” the tall German said as he rose. “Up you get.”
“Okay,” sighed the American as he stood up as well. While normally he would move slow and drag his feet, this time he chose to move as quickly as he could. He just wanted this part over and done with, which would mean that he was one step closer to feeling better again.
It scared him how much he’d come to depend on Klink both providing that emotional release and then putting him back together so often, but that was just how things appeared to be going for now.
Klink watched his troublemaker all but sprint toward the bedroom and followed him, shaking his head. For someone who is unhappy about all of this, he is practically begging for it to start! Americans are very odd, he mused.
“How do you want to do this sir?” Hogan inquired, his voice low. “The usual way?”
“Yes,” replied the German general as he picked up the wooden hairbrush and sat down on the bed. Hogan had made the strangest request earlier regarding all of this that he’d heard yet. While Klink could appreciate the honesty and the amount of nerves it took to voice those thoughts, it wouldn’t spare his brat’s bottom a single swat. Hogan had informed him that while he healed rapidly, he was still very tender back there.
Yet that hadn’t even been the strangest part. No, that award went to the jerky, stammered request to continue the spanking until either his butt was a dark pink again or he cried. “Whichever comes second,” Hogan had stated.
His reasoning had been that if he was going “to be standing up for the rest of my life”, he at least wanted something to show for it! After an eyeroll and a sigh, the older man had reluctantly agreed.
They’d talked about many things today, and one of them was that being treated like a little kid during these punishments was incredibly cathartic for his troublemaker. “Embarrassing, but really cathartic,” Hogan had said, looking as if it galled him to admit such a thing.
Now Klink was jerked out of his thoughts as all movement in the room ceased. Remembering all of this, he sighed and thought, Showtime. This must be the oddest act I have ever had to put on. But if it helps Hogan, then so be it.
Then he looked over at his troublemaker. The younger officer was standing very close to the wall and staring at it intently, as if doing so would magically open a portal to somewhere else. “Come here, young man,” he said sternly, giving him a hard glare and crooking a slender finger at Hogan when he turned around.
Having removed his jeans already and folded them, he’d placed them on the dresser and stood off to one side. As he did everything but put his nose in the corner, he wondered what the hell was wrong with him.
Hogan knew he’d asked earlier to be treated like a kid all the way during these spankings, but it was still a bitter pill to swallow. If nothing else, it seemed to help relieve the guilt more when he was embarrassed, and there was certainly plenty of that to go around.
Klink probably thought he was certifiably insane by now, but he’d agreed to play his part anyhow. Hogan supposed there were just some things that couldn’t be explained as he used the time to reflect on how he’d gotten into this mess. But he’d just about figured why he loved to push boundaries all the time when he heard the quiet but stern summons, causing the discovery to slip away.
Damn, he’s good, thought Hogan approvingly as he slowly turned around.
Then he shuffled over to his self-appointed disciplinarian and stood there, looking at his feet. “Yes, sir?” he asked quietly, keeping to his role and letting himself experience everything that was happening fully.
“Do you know why you are here? Why you are about to receive a bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush from me?” Klink asked, keeping to his role as well as he used the embarrassing terms.
He’d promised Hogan last night that he wouldn’t lecture him for the next three days of punishment, but this part wasn’t his idea. That meant that the weight of the promise was off of his shoulders. He would lecture as needed, since that’s what his brat apparently wanted. And I still find it extremely strange, Klink thought.
Letting out a shaky sigh, Hogan nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.”
If he hadn’t known the older man was only doing this part at his request, he would be truly scared of the other general. Maybe Klink should’ve become an actor after all, because he’s really good at it!
“Then stop looking at your feet and tell me.” The words were an order, and the German general let some of the real anger he felt seep into his voice as he spoke.
It is his own fault for being so foolish! There are other ways to get things done without taking such a risk, Klink thought. “Why are you about to be one very sorry, well-spanked little boy?”
Wincing at the painful promise in those words, Hogan let his gaze travel upward until he locked eyes with Klink. The blue eyes he saw weren’t the same ones that normally only looked exasperated with him, or even worried at times. They were showing real anger, and Hogan gulped as it dawned on him that maybe this was more than just an act. Then he began to whisper, stammering as he answered. “B-Because I –”
“Speak up, young man. I cannot hear you,” Klink said sharply.
The American general felt himself blushing beet red as he tried again. “Because I…I r-risked other p-people’s lives needlessly, s-sir.”
“And what else? Is that all?” Klink was warming to his role now, even if he thought it was completely unnecessary.
“No, sir. I-I mean, that’s n-not all,” Hogan stammered out, feeling the blush intensify.
“Well? Why else are you here, then? I suggest you tell me quickly, or you will earn yourself extra time over my lap!” Klink snapped.
His accent was getting thicker with each word he spoke, a sure indicator of the strong emotion he was feeling. “Unless that is what you want,” he added in a low, dangerous tone.
“No, please! I-I’m here because I put m-my own life at risk t-too,” Hogan replied, finally figuring out that he really was in for a world of hurt soon.
Noticing the warning look he was getting, he added hastily, “A lot of t-times! A-and I was r-reckless about it all the time t-too,” he finished weakly. His stomach was in knots again by now as he shifted from foot to foot anxiously.
“I see,” Klink said as he considered that answer. “Well, you do not need to worry about feeling guilty for doing those things anymore. I will be sure to make you a very sore little boy, because I will wear your bottom out once you are over my lap. You will be crying your eyes out when I am done, and you will be sorry that those type of ideas ever occurred to you. And you will never, ever do such foolish things again! Do you understand me?” he demanded to know, his voice still icy.
He had enunciated certain words on purpose, almost slipping out of his role a few times as he gazed at his brat. It wasn’t in him to be cruel, but it seemed to be having a profound effect at any rate.
“Y-yes, sir,” Hogan whispered, already wishing those types of ideas had never occurred to him. His rear end was never going to speak to him again after these three days were up. He just knew it.
Klink nodded, and the short movement felt like the final sentencing in a courtroom. “Then let us begin your punishment.”
Deciding to make the experience a memorable one for his troublemaker, Klink took his time lowering Hogan’s briefs, letting the cool air caress the skin on his behind. All the while, he kept reminding himself that Hogan would appreciate his attention to detail later on.
Hogan begin to tremble at the humiliating sensation, knowing this was no longer merely an act. Then he let himself be yanked over Klink’s lap, feeling like jelly as he was positioned so that his butt was easily spankable. He could feel his legs being pinned from the start and grimaced, knowing all too well the effect it had on any swats he received.
After he was securely positioned, Klink let the back of the wooden hairbrush caress Hogan’s buttcheeks gently. He could feel the American flinch each time he did so, and the older man only hoped his brat would acknowledge his efforts when they next spoke.

Round two: the hairbrush…
The feel of the smooth wood gliding over his skin only made him tense up more than he already was, so Hogan wasn’t fully prepared for the first several blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWW! OWWW, OWWW, OWWW!” he shrieked. The entire lead up to this had him wound up tighter than a spring, and the swats felt as if a hot poker was branding him repeatedly since his butt was already sore. Now he was doubly glad he’d already had the belt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWIE, OWWIE, OWWWWW!” he howled, knowing that he wouldn’t last too long tonight. Not with the new pain being created added to the old one, at any rate.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWIE! It hurts, it hurts!” the American cried out in agony as the fire quickly began to build in his bottom again.
“I know,” Klink said grimly as he continued to spank his troublemaker. “And according to what you asked of me earlier, it has only just begun to hurt for you.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The blows began to alternate in a random pattern between left and right, and between sit spots and buttcheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Klink was trying to get this over with as quickly as possible, which was why he had elected to do that.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWWIE! OWWWW, OWWWWIE, OWWWW!” Hogan screamed out as he tried to kick his feet to no avail. “Just stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWW, OWWWWW! I’ll be good, I swear!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWW! Please, I promise!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Holy shit, was he ready to break already? That had to be a new record. Of that, he was sure.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Sir, I’m sorry! OWWWW!” His behind had quickly been relit on fire from the harsh wooden implement, and he didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would feel right now. He was too busy dealing with today.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Stop! Please, stop! I’m sorry! Please, sir!”
“So am I,” said the German, his accent so thick it was hardly understandable. “So am I, but I cannot. You would not be happy with me later on if I did.”
He could see the skin of the American’s bottom was somewhere between light pink and dark pink, so they were halfway there. That was assuming, of course, that his sorrowful brat began crying after he got that far. If not, he had a request to keep at it until both things had occurred. Which does not make me happy at all, Klink thought.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! With a grim determination, the German increased the force of the swats and the speed at which they came. He also began to focus only on his troublemaker’s sit spots, trying to end this quicker for him.
Damn it all, he hated seeing Hogan in this much distress. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWWIE, OWWWWIE, OWWWWW! OWWWWIE, OWWWWIE!” Hogan wailed, his eyes watering as his tail continued to be worn out. The focus of the swats shifting to the most tender part of his rear end didn’t help either. That had probably been a stupid request to make, but it was a little late now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWW! I’ll be good! For the love of God, I’ll be good! OWWW! I promise, I promise! OWWWWIE! Sir, I’m sorry! OWWWWWW!”
Oh, he was definitely sorry, alright. Klink had promised that he would be, but he’d thought he’d been sorry after the first swat landed. He hadn’t even known what pain was until now. The tall German had also promised that Hogan would very sore and crying his eyes out as well. And much to his horror, he found that the other officer was correct about that too.
“OWWWWIE, OWWWIE! Please, it hurts! I’m so sorry, just please! OWWWWW! I swear, I’m sorry! OWWWWWIE! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! OWWW, OWWWW! Sir, please! I…I…stooooop!” he sobbed, unwilling to even try to stop the dam from bursting this time. The good news was that he’d gotten to his breaking point, but the bad news was that his tail was still being thoroughly thrashed. “OWWWWW! OWWWWIE, OWWWIE, OWWWW!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Klink looked down at his very contrite brat’s bare behind and shook his head sadly. It wasn’t quite the shade of pink it’d been yesterday, but screw it.
Hogan was already sobbing, and he was clearly in a lot of pain. Klink felt sure tonight’s goal had been achieved. The former senior POW officer could complain all he wanted to later on, but he just couldn’t do this anymore tonight. The younger general had wormed his way into Klink’s heart, and it killed him to even have to do this much to Hogan.

The second round of aftercare…
With a thud, the hairbrush hit the floor as the German officer dropped it from his hand. He had no words to offer the tearful American, and he was certain that they wouldn’t be helpful anyway if he did. All he could do was rub Hogan’s back with one hand and stroke his hair with the other one.
“Sssh, Robert. It is done, and you are a good boy. Sssh.” Over and over he repeated that, hoping he hadn’t actually broken his brat this time. And it seemed like an eternity before Hogan said anything either.
After a few minutes of this, the sobbing subsided. Klink wished he could hold his troublemaker again, but he knew there was no way the American was going to be able to sit down comfortably for a day or two. So that type of comfort was clearly out. He decided to put some of the skin repair lotion on the tenderized area, reasoning that it had helped before. Unfortunately for the other officer, that meant Klink would have to both touch Hogan’s behind to apply it and rub it in.
At least this time it is nearby, the older man thought. I can reach it easily. After leaning over, he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the bottle. He popped the cap open and squeezed a little into his hand. As soon as the cool substance touched Hogan’s skin, something happened that lifted his mood immediately and made him grin.
With another howl of pain and almost comical speed, Klink watched Hogan leap up off his lap like he’d been touched back there by a lit match. His troublemaker was alternating between rubbing his now-amplified sore bottom and yanking his hands away, obviously torn between trying to rub the sting out and not wanting to touch it.
The resulting dance was amusing to see, and reminded him of something similar he’d done many, many times in his youth. He just hadn’t realized how silly it looked until now. Combined with what he was currently witnessing, he suddenly realized why Wolfgang had always laughed himself silly whenever he’d seen his younger brother doing the exact same thing!
“Is that another one of your American dance moves, Robert?” he chuckled, breaking out of his role at last to tease the younger man good-naturedly.
“Oh, can it,” his brat shot back, the tear tracks still visible on his face. “Can’t you see my butt hurts? I’m trying to fix that, if you don’t mind.”
“There is no call for disrespect, Robert,” Klink responded evenly.
“Disrespect? That was an honest opinion,” Hogan complained, still hopping around and doing the spanking dance.
“By the way, what was that cold feeling that came out of nowhere?” he asked, wondering what that had been.
“You should keep such opinions to yourself. And it was lotion,” the German replied. “The skin repair lotion, to be precise. Now stop that ridiculous dancing and get back over here.”
“I don’t think I’m gonna do that, sir,” Hogan said warily. “You sounded all too happy to light my butt on fire earlier, and I’m not sure I wanna go back over your lap again. Or, you know, at all. ”
With an exasperated sigh, Klink chose to say nothing to that. Instead, he reached out and yanked the younger man close to him with a long arm.
“Hey, let me go!” Hogan said, trying to squirm away. “We’re done for tonight!”
“Actually, we are not,” replied Klink as he easily flipped Hogan over his lap once more, the years of prior experience he had in doing so coming in handy. “We still have one more thing to take care of.” He then pinned his brat’s legs again, knowing it would be helpful for what he did next.
Hogan continued to squirm as panic rose up inside his mind. Was Klink just going to pick up where he’d left off with this punishment? It seemed likely, since that’s what had happened the last time this had happened. Come to think of it, that incident had involved the hairbrush too! He concluded that hairbrushes were not his friend as he began to plead, hoping to spare himself any more suffering for tonight.
“Please, don’t! Don’t punish me anymore tonight! My butt really hurts!” he pleaded, knowing that it most likely wouldn’t do him any good. Hogan wasn’t normally a man who begged or pleaded for anything, but his tail was in utter agony right now. “It hurts so bad right now, please –”
“Robert!” Klink interrupted him before he could get himself fully wound up again. His tone was one of irritation as he kept the distressed American general pinned in place. “Would you kindly relax? I am not going to spank you again tonight, or tomorrow either, for that matter.”
“Huh?” asked Hogan ever so intelligently. “Then why’d you put me back over your lap? And what do you mean by that?” he demanded, his sheer stupidity causing him to astound even himself. “We had a deal!”
“To apply the skin repair lotion, you stubborn child,” Klink said, surprised that the former senior POW officer hadn’t already figured that part out. “It is also why I pinned your legs, so that you cannot accidentally kick me. And I do not think you would be able to handle a third round of this, Robert. Frankly, I am amazed that you have handled what you already been through so far," he added.
“I’m fine!” Hogan protested mulishly, even as his rear end made it painfully obvious that he was far from fine. “I’ll be good as new by tomorrow night. I’ve come this far, you know.”
“We will discuss it tomorrow, Robert,” replied Klink, his tone indicating that the subject was closed for now. Unless a miracle happened, he would stand by his decision. Still, Hogan didn’t need to know that! Squeezing some more of the lotion into his palm, he made sure he had a firm grip on his brat and began to gently apply it, wincing every time Hogan squealed in pain.
“I guess that’s – ah!” The American officer let out a gasp as the cool lotion touched his extremely tenderized behind once more. Even though it hurt, he admitted that his self-appointed disciplinarian had a very light touch. The German’s slender fingers glided over his skin as he rubbed the lotion in, and Hogan marveled at how those same fingers could be both gentle and also cause a lot of pain, depending on the circumstances.
“Do you feel any better now, Robert?” Klink asked as he finally let his remorseful troublemaker up.
Hogan considered the question as he stood up. Did he feel better? “A little bit, Kommandant,” he concluded after thinking it over for a moment. “But it still hurts a lot though,” he added.
“I would expect nothing else,” Klink responded dryly. “You have taken two very hard spankings to that area in the past two days. Even if your behind does not currently reflect as much, that does not make it untrue,” he added.
Narrowing his eyes, Hogan asked slowly, “Are you telling me my butt isn’t a darker pink than before or red?”
“That is exactly what I am telling you, Robert,” Klink replied, wondering what he was trying to say.
“Seriously? I go through all of that and I’ve got nothing to show for it?” Hogan said, his tone indicating he was pissed off. “Why? How hard was that request for you to fulfill? You’re not the one taking the punishment!”
It was at that point his common sense should’ve spoken up, but it had accepted long ago that its owner was a complete idiot and stayed silent.
“No, I am the one administering it instead!” Klink snapped, his temper boiling over at the insinuation that he could casually beat Hogan just for fun.
“Do you think it is easy for me to listen to you scream in agony, knowing I am the cause of it? Do you know how badly I wanted to call this off for tonight and comfort you instead? And regarding the fact that I ‘sounded all too happy to light your butt on fire earlier’, that is because I was playing a role. A role, might I add, that you asked me to play!”
He stood toe to toe with the other officer, breathing hard as he spoke. “If I had my way, you would never know fear or pain of any kind. All you would ever experience would be happiness and joy. But life does not work that way, and we are sometimes forced to do things we do not want to do! So for once in your bloody life, stop and think before you speak, Robert!”
Hogan had been about to say something else when Klink had gone off on him. Snapping his mouth shut, he listened to the short but angry tirade. And had the older officer just cussed at him in the European way? That was highly unusual, to be sure. In the three years Hogan had known the tall German, he’d rarely used any type of swear words. And what was the rest of that all about? he wondered.
“I –” He cut himself off, his chosen words not sounding right in his head. “You’re right,” he admitted with a sigh. “That was a dumb thing to say.”
“I am well aware of that,” the former Kommandant told him, still visibly upset as he sank down onto the bed. “Just go to sleep. Or listen to some music. I do not care what you do, so long as you leave me alone. I need some time to myself right now.”
With that said, he laid down and rolled onto his side, making sure his back was to the American.
But the senior POW officer wanted to resolve this now, and he despised being ignored to boot. So Hogan protested weakly, “But sir, I –”
“Go. Away. Hogan.” Klink replied through gritted teeth. “*Dis-missed.”
His mind was still replaying everything the American had just said to him, and what he’d said back as his emotions boiled over. He needed some time to think, and he couldn’t do that with the younger man in the same room with him.
Hogan debated saying something else, but he could see that Klink was truly upset with him. And the fact that he’d been the one to cause the older man to be so agitated made him feel like a real ass. Especially as the German general had only done this after the war because he, Hogan, had practically insisted on it due to feeling guilty. So what type of person did that make him? Obviously, the kind who yelled at a friend for doing what they’d been asked to do!
“Sure, Kommandant. I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” he said as he left the room. He wasn’t expecting a reply, so he wasn’t surprised when none was forthcoming. Anyway, he needed some time to think about everything as well.

In the living room of Klink’s quarters…
The new American general was stymied as he paced. The motions were only aggravating his sore behind, but he could care less about that right now. It’d been three hours so far since he’d come out here, yet he still hadn’t heard a peep from Klink’s room. Hogan knew exactly how long it’d been too, because he’d looked at the clock every five minutes.
He didn’t know why he was surprised, really. He’d said some really hurtful things in his anger, which hadn’t been his brightest move. Was the German general just supposed to come out after five minutes and act like everything was hunky-dory?
Not likely, he reasoned wearily. If it were me, I’d ignore Klink for weeks! Three hours is nothing compared to that.
Though even Hogan had to admit that for once, this wasn’t just about how he felt. The older man’s feelings came into play here as well, and for once he was at a loss for what to do. That was something he was positive about, since he’d spent these last three hours scheming and coming up with ideas, only to quickly discard them. While he didn’t want to ruin the budding friendship they had together, that could very well happen if he didn’t do something soon.
To top it all off, the younger officer had come to a lot of conclusions about himself as well. Sadly, not all of them had been pleasant. And somehow he didn’t think grand gestures or anything of that nature would help, because that wasn’t the sort of man Wilhelm Klink was. For all his grandstanding and posturing, he was a gentle soul who was still a human being. And that human being had a good heart, despite the military he was in.
But somewhere during their spat, he’d obviously forgotten all of that. Wait. Wait a minute, he thought as the light bulb slowly clicked on in his head. That’s it. That’s the problem! This isn’t something I can solve with a plan. It needs to be from the heart! But what can I possibly do that would show that I’m actually sorry, and not just saying it?
An idea came to him as he tiptoed to the main bedroom to see if Klink was awake. The tall German was tapping his foot to an unheard rhythm, which meant that he had to be. Nodding to himself, Hogan said nothing but headed to the kitchen. He’d make Klink a cup of his favorite mint tea and go from there. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Besides, he already knew how Klink liked it. Hopefully, it’d be a pleasant surprise. Maybe they could even talk about this if he was lucky. If not, he was officially out of ideas.

Offering an apology…
A few minutes later, the American general made his way into the bedroom, carefully balancing a cup of tea in his hands. “I thought you might want a cup of tea, sir,” he said softly, carefully setting it down. “I’ll leave it on the nightstand for you.”
There was no answer from Klink, but he wasn’t expecting one either. Forcing himself to stay silent despite the throbbing in his butt, he knelt on the floor with his head bowed. He would sit here all night if he had to, and his gut was telling him that this was the right thing to do.
So far, it’d been completely accurate every time it’d given him advice. Hogan also made sure that he was in the middle of the room. That way he was nearby the bed, but not close enough to get kicked in the head if Klink sat up. Or invade the older man’s personal space, since that would be an unwelcome intrusion.
After he was in the desired position, he said nothing at all. He chose to keep his gaze on the floor, helping to cement his show of submission if Klink elected to look at him. From that angle, he could see his Kommandant out of the corner of one eye as well.
“I know you are still here, Hogan. I can feel your eyes on me, and I can hear you breathing,” Klink said quietly after a few minutes. He was surprised that the younger man had brought him the tea at all. Even so, he was still pretty upset over their earlier fight and unwilling to accept the peace offering at the moment.
When the former senior POW officer said nothing, Klink sighed grudgingly. “What do you want now?”
“It’s not what I want from you, but what do you want from me?” came the soft question. “Whatever you’d like me to do in order to make things right with you, I’ll do it. No questions asked. And I’m really sorry for what I said earlier too.”
What the…where is he at? Klink wondered. Is Hogan on the floor for some reason? His voice sounded like it was coming from low to the ground and far away. Even though he honestly didn’t feel like it, he rolled over onto his other side to check on the situation.
Klink also wanted to make sure he didn’t kick his troublemaker in the head if he sat up, but what he saw stunned him. Hogan was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room, with his back ramrod straight and his palms resting on his thighs. His knees were exactly even with his shoulders, and he was leaning back to rest his weight on his heels.
The other officer’s head was also bowed, with his eyes on the floor. He was silent for once as well, which was quite a surprise in itself. That was a submissive pose that took a lot of discipline and muscle strength to hold, and Klink wondered where he’d learned it. Not to mention that his bottom had to be in terrible pain from the pressure being placed on it like that, but not a single complaint was made about it.
“Just what do you think you are doing, Hogan?” he asked wearily, sick of the games for tonight.
“Showing you that I’m sorry the best way I know how, sir,” he responded, his head still bowed and his voice still soft. In addition, his eyes continued to be focused on the floor as he spoke.
“You shouldn’t worry about me. Just please, enjoy your tea while it’s hot. I made it how you like it, sir,” Hogan added before he fell silent.
Klink gave him an odd look before picking up the cup and sniffing it. He wasn’t worried about poison or anything like that, because that wasn’t the American’s style. No, he was curious to see which tea Hogan had made for him. To his surprise, it was his favorite mint one. He took a slow sip and was pleased to note that it had two sugars, which was indeed the way he liked it.
The thing was, he’d never made any sort of tea where anyone could see him, nor added anything to his cup in front of them either. For that matter, he’d never mentioned a preferred flavor to anyone. So how had Hogan known exactly what he liked?
After drinking the entire cup, he sighed again in resignation and said, “Hogan, come over here.” Of course, Klink was fully expecting his brat to get up at that point and walk over to him. That was a reasonable expectation, right?
Not tonight, it seemed. The look on his face was priceless when Hogan crawled over to the tall German instead. Despite the severe pain Klink knew him to be in, the former senior POW officer’s movements remained graceful.
After stopping right by his feet, the younger general continued to keep his eyes on the floor in the same pose he’d been in before. He started to reach out one hand in order to touch the German’s thigh, but then he realized that he didn’t have permission to do that. So he pulled it back hastily, electing to place it where it’d been previously instead.
“Yes, Kommandant? What would you like me to do?” Damned if this show of submission didn’t feel weird, but Hogan’s gut was completely on board with it anyway.
“For one thing, I would like you to tell me what you think you are doing down there,” said Klink irritably. “I do not find this funny in any way.” What new game is he playing now?
“I wasn’t trying to be funny, sir. What I said to you earlier was cruel and totally uncalled for. As I said earlier, I’m trying to show you that I’m sorry for even thinking it,” replied Hogan as he let out a shaky breath. He was hurt that Klink didn’t seem to be accepting his apology, even though the older man had every right to reject it. And didn’t that beat all? If this didn’t work, he honestly didn’t know what else he could possibly do.
“By kneeling on the floor like a…a slave?” the German general asked incredulously, not buying that lame excuse for one minute. “What are you really doing, Hogan?”
“I just told you!” Hogan exclaimed, the outburst slipping out before he could stop it. “I mean, I just told you, Kommandant,” he amended as he made his voice soft again.
“This is all I can think of to do to prove I’m being sincere in what I’m saying. I can make all the grand gestures in the world, but that doesn’t prove anything. After all, any idiot can do that. Including this idiot,” he said in a repentant tone of voice.
“I thought maybe a token of apology from the heart would show you that I’m trying to atone for being a jerk. But if it doesn’t, then…well, then I don’t know how to fix what I did,” he admitted sadly, really wishing that weren’t true. “That was a pretty awful thing for me to say to someone I consider a friend.”
Klink contemplated the kneeling young man at his feet, listening to him talk and mulling what he’d said over. Clearly Hogan had been thinking some deep thoughts since he’d left the room hours ago. Blast it all, he wanted to stay mad at his brat! But obviously that wasn’t going to happen. So, he said, “Hogan, look at me,” instead.
By now, the former senior POW officer was almost positive that he was about to be kicked out of Klink’s quarters and back to his lonely barracks. Or even worse, out of the German officer’s life entirely. The thought was a depressing one, and he prayed it wouldn’t come to pass.
“I’m very sorry, sir. I...I tried. I really did. I guess it just wasn’t good enough,” Hogan whispered as he looked up at those blue eyes. Why did he feel like he was about to cry? That can’t be normal, he thought. But then again, when has anything at Stalag 13 ever been normal?
“I can see that you tried,” Klink said dryly as he ignored the last part of that sentence. “I could not miss you down there even if I wanted to, you know.”
And he wanted to stay mad about this, he really did! Yet he was still touched at what the American had done for him without being asked. Not only the tea, but also the show of complete submission were points in the young general’s favor.
Klink already knew such a pose had to seriously hurt in Hogan’s current state, but he’d done it anyway of his own free will without complaining about the pain. That too said a lot about whether or not he was being candid.
“Come sit by me and talk. Never mind, forget that. Lie down on the bed facing me instead. I think we need to have a talk,” Klink finished, scooting backwards to make room for his troublemaker.

Clearing the air…
Nodding, Hogan carefully got to his feet, his brown eyes never breaking eye contact with the tall German. He laid down on his side as Klink had told him to, saying nothing but wincing as his sore bottom made contact with the bed.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked carefully. He was fully prepared to be assigned some horrible and/or humiliating task as a way to show penitence, and oddly that idea didn’t bother him. Whatever Klink told him to do in order to make things right, he would do it without complaint.
“To listen to me when I say something to you, as well as think before you speak. That would be a good start,” Klink replied, noticing that Hogan was dressed the exact same way as when he’d left the room hours ago. Including with his bottom still bared, which was strange.
“Tell me, is there a reason you did not fix your clothing earlier?” he inquired. That was out of character for the American general, and he wondered if his troublemaker had simply forgotten to do it.
The younger officer blushed, even as he kept his gaze on Klink. “Honestly? I originally figured that if you were going to sp-sp-spank me some more, it’d just be easier to stay this way,” he responded, forcing himself to choke out the word he hated so much in the spirit of apologizing.
“I was willing to let you beat the holy hell out of me if it would make things right between us again. I would’ve even buried my face in a pillow or something too, so you wouldn’t feel bad about hearing me scream while you were doing it,” he added, the blush deepening as he spoke.
“All I wanted was to fix what I said to you, and what I indirectly implied about you as well. But after a while, I figured out that you wouldn’t do that to me. Not even if you really wanted to, because that’s what the whole fight was about. I’ve spent the last three hours pacing in the living room while trying to figure out how to make amends,” Hogan finished, sounding very insecure in that moment.
“You are correct about that,” Klink agreed with a nod. He had to admit that he was surprised by the offer, but he had to ask what had sparked it in the first place.
“But why…why would you think that I would feel better if I beat you just because I could, Hogan? What good would that do either of us?” Klink inquired, ignoring the curse word the American had used.
“I dunno,” his brat whispered, looking shamefaced. “I guess I just figured if you could physically hurt me and make me scream in pain, it would make you feel better somehow. Me, the same idiot who made you angry because I can’t ever figure out when to shut up.”
He nodded his head once, confirming something in his mind. “I’m going to be completely honest with you, sir. I only had one other thought before I realized that you’d never go for it. Originally, I’d planned to bring you everything you’ve ever used during a punishment, then let you do whatever you wanted to me. I can also tell you that the first thing I would’ve handed you would’ve been the belt, even though you know I hate that thing. Because this wasn’t about what I wanted, and it still isn’t. It’s about you,” the former senior POW officer finished.
Klink felt his stomach recoil at the mention of the belt. He recalled all too well the screams Hogan had made when he’d been spanked with it the night before. “I will never, ever use that on you again, Hogan. The cries of pain you made as a result of it were far too terrifying for my liking,” he stated before moving on to the next topic.
“So wherever did you get that idea? That is some twisted logic,” the older general asked carefully, wondering if Hogan had snapped after all.
“Well, I thought it would be sort of like working out, sir. You go to the gym, you work out and your muscles are sore after you’re done. But it burns off stress and makes you feel better,” Hogan explained.
Then he told Klink of his thoughts as he’d climbed onto the bed, his fears that he’d be given some terrible thing to do as a punishment for what he’d stupidly said without thinking. He needed to be honest, and that was a good start.
While the German officer could see the logic in that reasoning, that wasn’t how he operated. “You should know by now that is not the sort of person I am, Robert. That would solve nothing at all except hurt you, which would only make things worse for both of us. And I have no desire to humiliate you either. I only want to be more careful with your words and actions, alright?”
Then he pulled Hogan to him for a one-armed hug. Yet he could feel the younger officer trembling and hear muffled noise as he did so.
“What is wrong with you now?” Klink inquired as he let go of both his former senior POW officer and his anger.
“Nothing. Everything. Ugh, I don’t know,” Hogan replied as he hiccupped. There were also fresh tear tracks on his face, which he tried to hide rather hastily. “I’m just a mess emotionally right now, so don’t mind me. Like I said before, this is about you. Not me.”
“No, it is about both of us, Robert. Your feelings matter too,” Klink said sharply as he pulled his troublemaker into another, tighter hug. I am so not equipped to deal with this type of thing, he thought moodily.
Failing to think of any better ideas, the tall German fell back on his old standby. He began to play with the younger general’s hair and rub his back. He let his brat cry himself out, ridding himself of whatever anxiety and worries he had at the moment.
For a long while, neither of them said anything. Finally, Klink heard the muffled sounds fade away and felt the shaking in his troublemaker’s shoulders stop. “Feel better now, little one?” he asked, trying to show Hogan in his own way that everything was okay between them.
The American general moved back just enough so that his voice wasn’t muffled and said cautiously, “That depends, sir.”
“Depends on what, might I ask?” Klink said, feeling worn out by all the emotional drama tonight.
“Do…do you forgive me?” Hogan asked, sounding strangely fragile as he prayed the answer would be yes. If it wasn’t, he felt certain that he would fall apart completely.
Shaking his head at the question, Klink responded, “How could I not? You are the likeable sort, you know. And you are growing on me,” he added with a half-smile.
“Thank you, sir,” Hogan said, actually sounding grateful for once. “And thanks…I think,” he added. “I’m not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not.”
“Take it any way you like,” said Klink with a chuckle. “Now, up you get. I am tired from tonight’s events, and it is past your bedtime.”
“I didn’t know I had a bedtime, Kommandant,” quipped Hogan as he carefully got up. His mood was a lot lighter now, and all because his self-appointed disciplinarian had forgiven him. My sincere thanks to whoever’s running the show up there, he said silently as he quickly looked up at the ceiling and back at the older man again. Thank you, thank you for letting Klink give me another chance to be his friend.
“For tonight and tomorrow you do, young man,” the older man replied. “You will be put to bed tomorrow night at 2000 hours (8:00pm), as well as woken up at 0400 hours (4:00am) tomorrow and the day afterward. That is half of your punishment for not thinking before you ran off at the mouth,” he finished.
“I…oh, okay,” Hogan said, deciding not to argue about it since they’d just made up after an argument. The irony of the fact that those were the same times he usually went to bed and got up lately wasn’t lost on him, but he decided not to mention that to Klink. He’d liked being a night owl before the war, which was the main reason it irked him. “That’s fair. I don’t like it, but it’s fair.”
Then he picked up on something that could potentially be unpleasant in that sentence. “Wait, half?” he asked warily, not liking the sound of that. “What’s the other half?”
“You will see in just a moment. And if you liked it then that would hardly be a punishment, Robert,” the German general pointed out. “Now, come on. It is bedtime.”
“Yes, sir,” Hogan replied, following Klink out of the room.
“What, no back-talk from you tonight?” Klink teased as they reached the guest bedroom.
“I’m trying my best not to, sir,” Hogan said sullenly.
Laughing, Klink just shook his head. “Some things never change, I suppose. Get into bed, Robert.”
“As my Kommandant commands,” replied Hogan with a small smile. He laid down on his stomach, only to remember that he still needed to fix his clothing. He started to get up again to do just that, but Klink placed a slender hand on his back to stop him.
“I will take care of that for you, Robert,” the older man as he carefully pulled up Hogan’s briefs. “There, all set.” Hogan’s offhand comment made him want to smile, and he barely managed to hide it in time.
Mindful of the discussion they’d had, Hogan just barely stopped himself from hissing in pain. His rear end seriously hurt, and all of the pacing/kneeling/crawling earlier hadn’t helped it any! “Thanks.”
“You are welcome. Now, gute nacht,” said Klink as he headed for the door.
“Goodnight…hey, wait! Aren’t you going to help me get the blankets over myself? Or tuck me in again, like last night?” Hogan asked. “My butt still hurts, you know.”
The German general stopped and turned around, wearing a ‘nasty-happy’ smile. “Nein. I will not be tucking you in tonight, or tomorrow night either. That is the other half of your punishment, troublemaker.”
“You’re mean,” said the American sullenly, even though he mentally admitted it was a pretty creative way to make a point. “And that’s cruel and unusual punishment! I could freeze to death, you know.”
“Somehow, I doubt that. When you show me where in the Geneva Conventions it says I have to tuck you in, I will rectify my actions,” Klink said with a smirk. “Sleep well, and be sure to keep yourself warm. Well, the rest of you, in any case.”
“Very funny,” muttered the younger general. “And the same to you, General Klink.”
Klink heard the response but said nothing as he left the room. He thought his choice of punishment was a good one. It wouldn’t cause any permanent damage to his brat, yet it would hopefully him think next time before he acted. I will have to remember that method in the future, he decided as he headed for bed as well. After all, 0400 hours came early!

A/N: By 1945, the German currency at the time was utterly worthless. Parents gave their children stacks of the money to play with.
German eggs are a real food, and so are Kartoffel Kloesse/potato dumplings. You can find the recipes on Google.
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