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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
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of these characters, ANY part of this series, or make ANY money from Hogan's Heroes. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. Any words with a * in front of them are lines directly from the show.

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Any words with a * in front of them are lines directly from the show.

Kommandtur = Commander's office
Kommandant = Commander
Luftwaffe = The German name for their Air Force
Guten abend = Good evening
Bitte = Please
Schnell = Quickly/hurry up
Stalag = Stalag is short for ‘Stammlager’, which is short for ‘Kriegsgefangenen-Mannschaftsstammlager’. It translates to ‘prisoner-of-war camp’
Kommandanten = Commanders
Danke = Thank you
Wunderbar = Wonderful
Kraut/krauts = American slang, which is a derogatory term for the Germans.
Gute nacht = Good night

Inside Stalag 13, near the Kommandtur…
A few weeks after their previous ‘discussion’, Colonel Hogan walked towards the Kommandtur with a sinking feeling in his stomach. The butterflies he didn’t even know lived there had taken flight and were going absolutely crazy. Colonel Klink had demanded his presence, which Schultz had informed him while sounding anxious. “Colonel Hogan! Colonel Hogan, the big shot wants to see you at once. He is verrrrry angry about your monkey business! Please, Colonel Hogan, go and see him in his office. He is very unhappy, and when the big shot is unhappy, he makes everyone else unhappy. And he cuts the food rations to the guards when he is unhappy as well.” Which was typical of Schultz; he was always thinking of food. In any event, considering what had happened, the German officer had a right to be furious!
Entering Klink’s office, Hogan timidly knocked and, for once in his life he waited for Klink to tell him he could enter. He wasn’t sure if Klink had forgotten about what had happened a few weeks ago, but Hogan wasn’t about to remind him if he’d forgotten. That spanking had hurt like nothing else he’d ever experienced, and he’d dealt with the Gestapo!
Klink looked up upon hearing the knock. “Enter!” he called out. As the door opened, he saw Hogan step in warily, looking a bit nervous. Klink gave a smirk. “Ah, Colonel Hogan. Come in, come in. Have a seat.” It hadn’t escaped Klink’s notice that for once, Hogan had knocked and actually waited for permission to enter. Perhaps his punishment a few weeks ago really taught him a lesson, Klink thought.
Then he frowned as he remembered the reason he had sent Schultz to find his bratty POW officer. Or not, his inner voice said. Remembering how broken and upset Hogan had been that night – but steeling his resolve to do what he felt needed to be done – he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “Hogan, do you know why I called you here? Why I am – how do you say – ‘in a tizzy’? Have you any idea?” Klink ground the words out but attempted to stay calm as he locked eyes with the American’s dark brown ones.
Hogan looked up and noticed the Kommandant’s steely-blue eyes on him. Klink looked livid and not in the mood for any games. Gulping, he looked away. He had a feeling he knew exactly why, but he didn’t want to incriminate himself. In the spirit of that decision, he replied softly, “I don’t know, Kommandant, why don’t you tell me?”
Klink noticed Hogan looking away. He looked ashamed, and a small part of Klink was happy to see it. Perhaps this issue could be solved quicker than last time. Closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to reign in his temper, he opened them and bellowed, “YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I ADDRESS YOU, COLONEL HOGAN!” Clearly, his attempt had failed him.
Well, so much for that brilliant idea. Hogan sighed and looked the now royally pissed off German in the eyes. “Sorry, Colonel Klink. I wasn’t trying to challenge you or anything. In the wild, when two alphas locks eyes it means –”
Klink slapped his hand down on his desk. “This is not the wild! This is a prisoner of war camp and you are a prisoner of war. A prisoner of war who, instead of trying to challenge me, tried to have me killed instead! And almost succeeded!” Klink was breathing heavily now, but he was also enraged. How dare this unruly POW officer try to have him killed? Didn’t he treat them well enough?! And this was the gratitude he got. Well, he would show Hogan who was the boss around here! A small part of him also felt betrayed by the American, but he pushed it down. There were bigger issues at hand right now.
Hogan flinched at Klink’s screaming. Normally, he could deal with an irate Klink; he’d done it before. Klink being furious didn’t bother him, it was why he was screaming that bothered Hogan. He had tried to set Klink up. Granted, it was just supposed to be to get some papers from the Underground, not get Klink killed. Unfortunately, Klink had been sentenced to death by a firing squad since the Luftwaffe thought he was an Underground agent. Schultz and Hogan had barely got the Kommandant off the hook in time, even as they worked together. Schultz had even told him that they were using a monocle for a bullseye! The memory brought a smile to Hogan’s face, which was a bad idea given the situation.
“Ah, I see. So, you think it is funny. I see how it is, Hogan.” Klink glared at him and Hogan quickly wiped the smile off his face. “I see you did not learn from our last ‘discussion’ then.” He smirked. “Very well, I shall have to re-educate you.”
Hogan shook his head frantically, trying to steer this conversation back on track. “No! No Kommandant, you don’t understand. I was just remembering how Schultz said the firing squad used a monocle as a bullseye. So since you wear a monocle, I…” He trailed off as Klink continued to glare at him. “You know what, never mind.” As Klink mentioned their previous ‘discussion’, Hogan’s stomach felt like lead. He subconsciously put his hands over his butt to protect it. “No, no, that’s okay. I’ll pass, since I remember it very well, sir.”
Klink saw the shift in his senior POW officer from almost frantic to visibly nervous and smiled nastily. “Really? I do not think you do. You will meet me tonight at 22:00 hours again in my quarters, Hogan. Dis-missed…and do try not to cause any more trouble until then, hmm?”
Hogan felt like he was going to faint as the blood rushed from his head to his feet. Damn it, and he had been doing so well with his men! They hadn’t caused any trouble for three weeks, a new record from them. “But Colonel Klink, I…” As Klink looked up and scowled, Hogan shook his head. “Uh, you know what? Never mind, sir. I’ll see you then.” He saluted Klink back and left, his hands still on his butt.
Klink just shook his head. Tonight, he would take things up a notch. One way or another, the POWs in this camp would learn discipline!

22:00 hours, Klink’s quarters…
Klink had just finished moving the table again when he heard a timid knock at the door. He shook his head and strode over to the door to open it. Klink was certain that he had never been this stubborn in his life. He knew if he had been, his father would have literally killed him. A German father didn’t mess around, and – like it or not – a father figure was what Klink was going to become to Hogan. Or at least his disciplinarian.
An awkward situation to be sure, but it needed to be done. He would not have the prisoners in Stalag 13 running wild! Such a thing was dangerous for everyone here, but General Burkhalter had recommended him personally for this post. And he would not let his commanding officer down. Klink would prove to everyone yet that he wasn’t worthless in the end.
“Guten abend, Colonel Hogan,” he greeted the American colonel with a smirk. “Come in, come in; you are letting the heat out.” Klink smirked. “Not to worry though, as I will soon add plenty to your bottom. At least that part of you will be warm.” He watched Hogan squirm as he spoke and felt satisfaction. Good, this brat needs to learn some discipline!
Hogan blushed at those words as he heard Klink’s German accent grow thicker. It wasn’t a regular thing that happened. Over the last three years Hogan had lived at Stalag 13, he’d only heard it happen a handful of times. Unfortunately, in each occurrence it had happened when the Kommandant was particularly upset.
A good indicator to have of Klink’s mood generally, but at the same time not a good indicator of Hogan’s ability to sit down in the near future! Still, his mom had always said that good manners were always important no matter where he went. Remembering that, he managed to croak out a reply. “Good evening, Colonel Klink,” he said as he closed the door. Then he removed his crush cap and bomber jacket, hanging them up on the coat rack as the German officer talked to him.
Klink gestured to the couch. “Come on then, let us sit down. We will discuss this matter like adults and after that, I will spank you like the bratty child you are.” He walked over to the couch and gestured for Hogan to sit next to him. “Bitte, have a seat Hogan. Enjoy sitting while you can.” He smirked again, clearly enjoying the American’s embarrassment and discomfort.
Hogan sat down and pouted. He couldn’t help it; he hated being spanked like a little kid! It wasn't pleasant, and he had never been more grateful then he was now that his parents preferred extra chores as a deterrent instead. Although he couldn’t deny that did indeed deserve it in his subconscious, his conscious mind refused to accept it and tried to find ways out of his current predicament. He crossed his arms and glanced up at the smirking German colonel. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you Kommandant?”
Klink’s smirk switched to a nasty grin, the kind that Carter would call ‘nasty happy’. “Indeed I am, Hogan. Though I do not enjoy having to treat an officer of my own rank like a child, it does give me pleasure to attempt to tame your inner brat.”
Hogan shook his head. “*You’re an evil man, Colonel Klink.” He continued to pout, not caring if it pissed Klink off. Who cares? If things go the way they did last time, by the end of the night I won’t be able to sit anyway! he thought.
Klink nodded, an evil smile playing across his lips. “*Yes, I am. And it makes me feel warm all over.”
Hogan sighed. “So what do you want to discuss, sir? You said I tried to have you killed. I’d like to point out that that’s not true. You got sentenced to a firing squad because the Luftwaffe thought you were an Underground agent. How is that my fault?” Clearly that monocle of his wasn’t working if Klink thought a tan and brown uniform looked like a blue-gray one now!
Klink lost his smile and gestured for Hogan to stand up. “Oh, do not fret, my dear Hogan. We will discuss everything after you are over my lap. Now, do as you did last time and drop your uniform trousers.”
Hogan stood up, but something in him refused to cooperate the rest of the way. So he stomped his foot. He actually stomped his foot like a little kid, which surprised even him. “I don’t wanna, and I’m not gonna!” God, when did I regress to five years old? he wondered.
Klink rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling, as if he was praying for some patience. “Colonel Hogan, I do not have all night. Schnell! How do you say it in English – oh yes, hurry up!”
“Well, maybe you should schedule these ‘discussions’ for earlier in the evening then,” Hogan sassed him before he covered his mouth with his hands. Oops. Way to go, dummy. That was a brilliant idea, his inner voice said. NOT!
Klink raised an eyebrow. “Really? You are so eager to get started with your punishment then?” Quick as lightning, his hand snaked out and grabbed Hogan by the wrist. Holding him by one hand, he used the other hand to unbuckle Hogan’s belt. His long fingers made quick work of it – and the zipper too – before he yanked the pants down to Hogan’s ankles. Then in one deft movement, he flipped the startled American over his knees and onto his lap. Klink pinned Hogan’s legs between his own like the last time before maneuvering the colonel’s wrist carefully so that rested on the small of his back. All of this happened within about fifteen seconds.
Hogan blinked, stunned and unsure of what had just happened. Who knew Klink was that quick? He was no slouch himself in the speed department, but whoa. The tall German colonel made him look slow. In an attempt to save his dignity, he did the only thing that came to mind. He craned his neck and looked up at the tall German. “My compliments, Colonel Klink. You’re quicker than I gave you credit for.” He managed a smile, even though there was nothing humorous about his situation. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Klink smiled, a real one this time and not a smirk. While he appreciated the compliment from the American and sensed it was actually genuine, he would not be deterred from his task. “Danke. And yes, I have actually. I have two young nephews that I often watched before the war. They were not as bratty as you, but they were close enough. Which reminds me...” He grabbed the waistband of Hogan’s briefs and yanked them down just enough to expose Hogan’s butt as he had before.
“Hey! What gives? You didn’t do that last time,” Hogan complained. He wasn’t quite sure what complaining was going to do at this point, but he had to try.

Questions and answers…
Klink shook his head. “Actually, I did.” He raised his hand and brought it down on Hogan’s bare butt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Or have you forgotten so quickly?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Perhaps I did not leave a good enough impression on you previously?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! No, I meant you didn’t do that right away last time…sir,” Hogan added hurriedly after he saw the look on Klink’s face.
“You are correct, my dear Hogan. But tonight is different, and tonight things will go much worse for your poor bottom.” Klink toyed with his nearby riding crop and took satisfaction in the way Hogan’s eyes widened, his face paled somewhat and his breathing sped up slightly. “You did not forget my parting words last time, did you Hogan?”
Hogan felt a little queasy at the sight of the horse-taming tool. “No, of course not. I…I, uh…that is, I hoped…” His face flushed and he trailed off. What could he say? Hell, what could he do? He was pinned down good and proper by the German colonel. Not a situation he ever planned on finding himself in, to say the least. Let’s face it, you aren’t going anywhere until Klink lets you up, his inner voice said. Well, at least you’re already lying down, it added in a snarky tone.
“You though perhaps I was joking? I can assure you Hogan, a German officer never jokes about such things. And we always keep our word.” Klink picked up his crop now and gave it a few experimental swings, making a whistling sound in the air. This caused Hogan to gulp and look away as the other officer spoke. “You know, Hogan,” he said causally, “I have never actually used this riding crop to administer a spanking before. So you will be its first victim. That is wunderbar for you, yes?”
“Oh yeah, I’m just thrilled. Couldn’t be happier, sir,” Hogan deadpanned. If you don’t shut up, I’m leaving you here to fend for yourself, his inner voice threatened. This isn’t the time or place to mess with Klink!
Klink allowed himself a small smile that from his current position the American officer couldn’t see. Hogan insisted on running his mouth as usual, and it would be his bottom that would pay the price for it. At the rate he was going, Hogan’s bratty nature would even cause Klink to enjoy it!
“Insolence! You will be very happy indeed in a minute or two then, Hogan. Now, please give me your other arm so that I may pin it back here.” Klink used the crop to tap the small of Hogan’s back.
Hogan blinked, unsure of why Klink wanted to pin his other arm. “Any special reason, sir? I kind of like it right where it is.” Without warning, he felt three smacks from Klink’s hand on his bare behind. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Ow!”
“Besides that reason, you mean?” Klink inquired. “And beside the reason that I am in charge of this spanking, not you?” He waited a moment, but no smart-aleck reply was forthcoming from Hogan. “It is simple, Hogan. The crop will sting quite a bit more, and if you were to move your hands in the way of it, you could get hurt. As I said before, I do not wish to injure you, only discipline you.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Now give me your hand.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Okay, okay! Kinda pushy, aren’t you?” Hogan grumbled, even as he maneuvered his other arm so that Klink could pin it.
Klink nodded. Now they were getting somewhere. “Very good. I will teach you the meaning of discipline yet.” He set the riding crop down and felt Hogan breathe a sigh of relief. “Do not get too comfortable, Hogan. I merely want to ask you some questions first, and I cannot get proper answers when you are crying your eyes out. All things will happen in due time.”
Hogan, who had been temporarily relaxed when the riding crop was set down, tensed up again when he heard Klink’s words. “Thanks for that, sir. Way to make a guy feel better.”
Klink sighed. “I am not here to make you feel better, I am here to get answers from you.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “And I will get them,” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “one way,” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “or another.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Hogan tried to squirm away, but he wasn’t going anywhere. “Ow, ow, ow! Well, ask your questions then.”
Klink nodded. “Very good. Now, tell me; why exactly did the Luftwaffe think I was a secret agent?”
Hogan scowled. “How should I know? Do I look like a member of the Luftwaffe to you?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Ow! I’m in the Army Air Force, damnmit. Not the Luftwaffe!”
Stubborn American! Rolling his eyes but choosing to ignore Hogan's choice of language for now, Klink phrased his question in a different way. “Then let me assist you in figuring out your answer. The Luftwaffe said I supposedly had secret Underground papers in my coat pocket. I do not know any members of the Underground, so how would I get any such papers? The only one who is a constant presence in my office is you, Hogan.”
The German colonel felt he should explain how he felt, because the troublemaker over his lap obviously needed some help to understand where he was coming from. “Yet you claim you are only ‘a simple POW’. That means to me one of two things: you are either an Underground agent, although I don’t see how that could be. Or,” Klink paused for breath before continuing, “you forged papers to get me into trouble. Now which one is it? And I want the truth, Hogan! No tricks,” the Kommandant warned his unruly charge.
Hogan’s mind raced, because he was between a rock and a hard place. If he said he was an Underground agent, he would sacrifice not only his life but that of his men. Not to mention the lives of the entire Underground. But if he said he forged the papers, he would be a liar. Besides that, Klink would want to know who forged them, since he knew Hogan was no forger. He was quickly trying to figure out what to do when Klink spoke again.
“I grow tired of waiting, Hogan. Perhaps you need a reminder what the definition of truth is?” He raised his hand and brought it down on Hogan’s butt three times in quick succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Owww! No, I remember now, I…” Hogan closed his eyes. Forgive me, Newkirk, for what I’m about to do. “Newkirk! I got them from Newkirk. He’s an excellent forger.” Hogan swallowed, disgusted with himself. Then he decided to do the only thing he knew in order to improve the situation while easing his guilt too.
“But I ordered him to do it. I’m his commanding officer, and I take responsibility for his actions. Please don’t mention it to him, he’s not real fond of Krauts…I mean, Germans! I swear, I meant Germans!” Hogan added hastily. Yeah, he might use the derogatory name in his barracks, but this wasn't his barracks. And given his current position, it wasn't the time to be rude either!
Klink shrugged dismissively, ignoring the derogatory term. “I am not interested in Corporal Newkirk. Like you said, you are his commanding officer. It is you whom I am interested in.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “But why would you do this to me?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “What have I ever done to you, Hogan?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “I try and be fair to you.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “And this is the thanks I get?” The words were bitten off sharply as Klink rained the blows down on Hogan’s behind. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Answer me!”
Hogan wasn’t able to think overly well right now. What was it about Klink that made Hogan feel bad for him? The older man’s strong hand rained the blows down on his poor bottom and the senior POW officer squealed under the intense torrent of spanks.
He couldn’t help it…he was new to this type of discipline, and he was still adjusting to it. And there was no let up or any time to adjust to the painful sensation. “Ow, oww, owww! Oww, owww, OWWW! Stop it, sir, please! I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Klink paused in the spanking and looked at Hogan questioningly.
With a sigh, Hogan answered the question. “The truth is, sir…you were never supposed to get hurt. Nobody was. It was just supposed to be a distraction while we tried to escape. We bribed Schultz with a few chocolate bars and after we got away safely, I was gonna call from the Hofbrau or something and tell Schultz to get you out of there. I had Newkirk make up some more fake papers that cleared you of any wrongdoing. It was just supposed to be a temporary detainment, that’s all. It got out of hand.” Hogan swallowed the lump in his throat. “And I apologize for that, Kommandant.”
Klink didn’t look convinced of this story. “And yet I sat there, with the firing squad practicing outside my window. They were using a monocle as a bullseye!” His voice was shaking from anger, yet he also sounded hurt. “Besides, if you were going to escape, why did you not do it? You visited me in the cooler, if I recall correctly.”
Hogan nodded. If Klink ever found out the real truth, he’d likely make sure the American colonel never sat down ever again. Of that, Hogan had no doubt. He also knew when the war finally did end and he came all the way clean with Klink, the German officer was going to be beyond peeved. Yet when that time came, Hogan decided he would submit to whatever punishment the Kommandant felt was fair.
After all, he and his team had caused heaps of trouble for the man. Usually, it was only his fast thinking that had kept Klink from being shot so far. Now by which side…that was always a toss-up, and a subject for a later debate. Klink was also correct in the fact that he did try to be decent to the POWs. Hogan had both seen firsthand and heard about life in the other stalags, so he felt lucky to live at Stalag 13.
Pushing those unpleasant thoughts from his mind, Hogan continued his tall tale. He was in it too deep now, and backtracking wasn’t going to help at this point. “Yeah, I did. Carter accidentally tossed the forged papers in the fire, and there wasn’t time to make new ones. So I had to come up with a new idea quickly."
Feeling bad for dragging Carter into this mess as well, Hogan resolved not to bring the young sergeant any further into it. Yeah, Carter loved explosives (or anything that went boom, really) but the American officer was the man in charge; he gave the orders.
That decided, Hogan continued to lie through his teeth as he spoke again. "I made a basic explosive with a timer…and no, I can’t tell you how, so please don’t ask…and planted it in that general’s car you were going to get into. Then I got Schultz to spring you from the cooler. That way, when the car blew up, you looked like a hero for saving the general and he’d drop the charges against you.”
Hogan drew in a shaky breath before speaking. “Regardless of our sides in this war, I like you well enough, Colonel Klink. I don’t think you’re a bad guy, and I would never let anything happen to you. I hope you know that, whatever you do next.”
Klink considered Hogan’s words before he spoke again. The younger man definitely sounded sincere, but either way it didn't really matter. Klink still had a job to do. He had promised Hogan a spanking, and a spanking was just what he was going to get! “I thank you for your honesty with me, Hogan. And I appreciate your feelings towards myself and my methods. However, I will not falter in what I promised you. You understand that, correct?”
Klink’s voice grew soft and slightly sad. “I am still very upset with you, because so much could have gone horribly wrong with your deranged plan. And think about this too...had I been killed, Berlin would only send another officer to take my place here. Many of us are not as tolerant as I, so they would take issue with some of the prisoners...such as Sergeant Kinchloe."
While Klink didn't outright say that said issue would be due to race, he didn't have to. His meaning was clear. "And on top of that you are not stupid either, despite your many attempts to pretend otherwise. You are a clever man, Hogan, albeit a mouthy one. There are many other German Kommandanten who would simply shoot you for 'trying to escape'. And it would not matter if you actually were trying to escape or just returning to your barracks. Do you understand what I am saying?" His voice held a question in it, and he hoped Hogan would pick up on what he was saying without actually saying it.
Hogan winced. He felt terrible for lying to Klink, especially after the older man had just thanked him for his honesty. Now he was definitely going to come clean about everything after the war with the German officer. And yeah, he got the unspoken message loud and clear: not all of the German officers were nice like Klink and Schultz! Even though Schultz wasn't an officer, he was still a decent guy who 'saw nothing' on the Heroes' end quite a bit. He wasn't a fool; he knew a lot of people wouldn't work with Kinch simply because he was black.
Racism under Hitler's regime ran rampant in Germany, and segregation was still in effect in the United States as well. Despite everything, he was touched that Klink gave a shit whether he lived or died. He knew he could be the tall German’s personal pain in the ass most of the time, and had their roles been reversed, he would have had Klink transferred to a different stalag after a week. Even if right now, he's my personal pain in the ass , Hogan thought ironically.
The fact that the Kommandant even let Hogan stay at Stalag 13 – despite everything odd that went on due to the Unsung Heroes’ efforts – spoke volumes about his character and moral fiber. All of this resulted in a huge eye-opener for Hogan. He also didn’t like the guilty feeling he felt inside his heart as his stomach clenched tightly.
It’s called your conscience, Hogan’s inner voice said. Try listening to it. “I understand, sir. Do what you feel you need to do and get your anger out of your system. I won’t fight it, but I can’t promise I won’t cry out. It's a natural instinct, you know. Oh, and sir?”
Klink had raised his hand to resume the spanking, but stopped momentarily at Hogan’s question. “Yes, Hogan?”
“Thanks for taking the time to do this…you know, to try and help me. It really is a nice emotional release, you know.” Hogan managed a small smile as he spoke. “Although I've gotta say, it’s not fun getting there.”

A new level of pain…
Klink closed his eyes briefly as he replied to his stubborn senior POW officer. “You are welcome, Hogan. Rest assured that I do not do this for anyone else.” Then he opened his eyes, brought down his hand and resumed the punishment.
For about two minutes, there was nothing but the sounds of hand meeting buttcheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Owww, owww, owww! Ow, OW, OW, OWW, OWW!” Hogan cried out. His eyes began to water, but he wasn’t crying yet. Then suddenly, Klink stopped. Hogan was hopeful that the punishment was over. That hope quickly died as Klink picked up his riding crop, and his heart sank as he realized that Klink wasn’t done with him yet.
“I am going to use the riding crop for the rest of your spanking, Hogan. Be a good boy and try to hold still so you do not get hurt. Hopefully, this should not take too long.” Klink had a grim look as he raised the crop and angled it carefully.
Before Hogan knew quite what to expect, the leather tip of the crop struck his rear end three times in quick succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! There was no pain for a few seconds, until suddenly agony spread from the spots it had struck.
Hogan shrieked, and he couldn’t help it. This was a new level of pain! “OWWW! What in the holy hell is that? OWWW!”
This time, Klink didn’t bother to admonish Hogan for his choice of language. He remembered quite well how badly it hurt, especially on an already ‘warmed up’ bottom! “That, Hogan, is a riding crop. The leather of the crop hurts quite a bit more than the hand, but nowhere near as bad as a belt. Trust me,” Klink said.
“I have been on the receiving of all three…in one session. My father was quite creative when it came to discipline, and – like you are right now – I was extremely stubborn.” The older man lifted the riding crop again. “Brace yourself,” he said before striking Hogan’s butt with it again repeatedly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWW, OWWW, OWWW! Holy shit, please no –” Hogan pleaded. The leather tip of the crop seemed to sting more and more with each swat.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Since it was already quite tenderized from the earlier swats, Hogan felt like his butt was on fire as the spanking continued. “Oh God, I’ll never sit –”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Have mercy, please!” Hogan was wailing now, but still the tears didn’t fall. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Sadly, there was no mercy for the American colonel. Klink continued spanking his senior POW officer for a good half hour. The only sounds were the smacking of the riding crop hitting flesh and Hogan’s cries of pain. And the younger officer still would not let himself cry. But the German colonel felt he was going to have to stop soon irregardless, because the entirety of Hogan’s buttcheeks were purple and bruised.
He had to hand it to Hogan; he was stubborn as a mule and refused to give into the pain he was surely in. However, there was one spot in the area Klink was spanking that he had mostly neglected...and by ‘mostly’ the tall German meant the skin there was only a medium red, instead of purple like the rest of his bare bottom.
Shaking his head and muttering in German something about children with mulish streaks, the older man stopped the spanking long enough to gently let the crop caress the purple skin. Hogan hissed in pain at the touch, but still refused to say anything.
And that was when Klink let the leather tip of the riding crop caress the sit spots that were always the most tender, the ones that were merely red. “Stubborn troublemaker,” he said disapprovingly before beginning to spank those areas. He hoped Hogan would crack soon, and he wasn’t disappointed. It took about a minute and a half before the waterworks began.
“Oww, oww! OWWW, OWWW, OWWW, OWWW, OWWW!” The tears were finally falling from Hogan’s eyes now, and he let himself cry openly. Indeed it was freeing to let the pent-up emotions out, though he desperately wished there was a better way to do it. Who knew that Klink was such an effective disciplinarian?
Hogan now had great sympathy for Klink’s nephews and felt bad for them. Yet there wasn't much time to do, so since he felt worse for himself at the moment. The lava fire he’d felt in his butt last time seemed to have increased and brought some friends too! It's a good thing my men can't see me now, he thought bitterly. The great Colonel Hogan – the infamous Papa Bear – across the lap of our Kommandant being spanked like a naughty boy!

Establishing a nickname…
That thought made him both embarrassed and sad, and all he could do was sob pitifully. He began to hiccup. Therefore – as before – he didn’t notice that Klink had ended the spanking. All Hogan could do was feel sorry for himself. “Sorry…like you…never hurt you,” he managed to say. Slowly, Hogan became aware of Klink rubbing circles on his back in a soothing manner. He tried to move his hands and discovered, to his surprise, that he could. Apparently at some point Klink had let his wrists go.
“Robert, Robert…it is okay. You did very well. You are such a good boy, it is okay,” Klink tried to soothe Hogan as he had done the previous time. Once again, the American had managed to impress him. Under his father’s discipline, Klink himself had broken long before Hogan had under him.
And it made him wonder – not for the first time – if the Allies would truly win the war. If all of the American officers have Hogan’s resilience, they could take on a tank and still walk away! Then Klink shook his head. “Robert, come on now. It is okay.” He carefully pulled Hogan’s briefs back up, wincing slightly at the hiss of pain he heard. “Come on now, up you get.”
The German colonel helped the American one sit carefully on the pillow next to him. Klink gave him a small smile as Hogan rested his head on Klink’s shoulder. While he truly hated to cause the wily officer such pain, he did note that it seemed to help Hogan a lot emotionally. He also had noticed that the other POWs had been very well behaved for about three weeks after last time!
He wrapped an arm around the American, stroking his hair and generally offering him the comfort Klink himself had always been denied after any sort of discipline. “Get up and get out of my sight, Wilhelm! A true man does not snivel and whine from pain, he uses it to make him stronger!” Klink could still hear his father’s ugly words ringing in his head.
“Robert – stubborn, troublemaking Robert – why must you insist on vexing me? Can you not just behave and keep your men in line? Do you enjoy pain, perhaps?” Klink himself didn’t, but he knew there were those out there that did.
Hogan looked up at Colonel Klink with a look of disbelief. What kind of question is that? “Enjoy it? Are you fucking kidding me? It hurts like a bitch!”
“Language, Robert,” Klink scolded him gently. “But then, why? Why do you insist on causing trouble? Do you understand what havoc you wreak when you and your men start problems in the camp? Would it not be easier to just make do here until the war is over? Other stalags are far worse, believe me; I have seen them.”
Klink blew out a breath of hot air as he described life like he saw it. “I try to do the best I can here for everyone, but it is not easy. Everyone here hates me, even my own men. I am not, as you might say, a hard-ass by nature. World War One has forged me this way, and I can only do as I am ordered. What else could I possibly do? I do not agree with Hitler’s policies, myself. I only wish for the war to end, one way or another.”
The older man’s expression was thoughtful as he finished speaking. He had never said his feelings aloud before, and he wasn’t entirely sure why he had done so now. Then a look of horror came over his face and he went pale. “Oh no. I did not just say that. I never said that, do you understand me?” Klink looked stern, even as his voice shook. “I mean it, Robert; that is considered high treason!”
Hogan looked up from where he had buried his face in Klink’s shoulder. The admission had somewhat surprised him…while it was obvious that Klink was no Nazi like Hochstetter and his goons, he hadn’t known that the Kommandant felt that way. I suppose we all have our own problems to deal with, he thought. However, he saw Klink’s face go pale and heard his voice shake. Being the smart-aleck he was, Hogan decided to take a tired and true approach. “Said what, sir? *I hear nothing, nothing!”
Klink smiled faintly, but he still looked slightly worried. “While I appreciate your impression of Schultz, I am very serious. If anyone else heard that…if anyone even saw us like this right now…” He trailed off as his voice shook even more. In addition to that, Hogan could feel the arm wrapped around him trembling.
Hogan blew out a breath and parroted Schultz again. “I mean it. *I see nothing, I was not here, I did not even get up this morning!” He shifted his weight and hissed as a new pain attacked his butt. “Right now, I really wish I didn’t get up this morning. I’m rather fond of sitting down, you know. Yet you’re making doing so an interesting experience, Colonel Klink.”
He gave Klink a solemn look, not joking around for once. “But I was serious too. What you or I say here, stays here; I won’t say anything if you don’t.” Hogan gave Klink a half-smile as he talked. “But to answer your question earlier, I actually don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble just finds me, it seems.”
Klink sighed in relief. “Danke, Robert. Then we have a gentlemen’s agreement, then?” He held out his hand for Hogan to shake. “I can believe that,” he replied dryly. “You do have a knack for attracting it.”
Hogan cocked his head, even as he shook Klink’s hand and stood up. “Yeah, we do. There’s just one problem: I’m here, but where’s the other gentleman?”
Klink growled, but it was more of a sign of frustration than a warning. “Mmmmpf! Bratty troublemaker.” He swung his arm as he usually did, ending with a very light swat on Hogan’s rear end. Even so, it caused a small yelp from the thoroughly chastised American. “Come on my brat, it is time for you to return to your barracks.”
Hogan had the nerve to look offended at the nickname, even if it was accurate. “I’m not a brat! I resent that, Colonel Klink.” Given how things had happened tonight, his uniform pants had never ended up folded neatly on the coffee table. Instead, they were still around his ankles. Since that was the case, he reached down and pulled them up.
Klink just raised an eyebrow at him as he finished fastening the buckle. “No, you resemble it. Would you care to have another round with my riding crop and test that theory, brat?” He smirked and picked up the crop as if he were actually serious.
Hogan’s face paled and he shook his head quickly. “No! No, that’s okay. I’ll pass…really.”
Klink grinned. “Then say it. Say you are a brat.” He enjoyed messing the other colonel, just like Hogan messed with him so often.
Hogan rolled his eyes. “Do I have to? C’mon sir, that’s embarrassing.” He didn’t know why Klink was fixated on this tonight, but he wasn’t thrilled about it.
Klink said nothing in reply, opting to continue giving the younger officer a hard time instead. He toyed with his crop and waited, his gaze never leaving his troublemaker. Watching the senior POW officer’s reactions was entertaining and not something he often got to enjoy doing.
Hogan sighed. “Fine, fine! I’m a brat,” he huffed as he folded his arms across his chest.
“And what else?” Klink prompted. God help him for even thinking it, but Hogan was so cute when he acted like a sullen little boy. He really did remind the older man of his nephews at times!
“What do you mean, what else? You only said ‘brat’ and I admit I am…I admit to it, I mean,” Hogan corrected himself hastily. Why do I feel like I’ll still want to even talk to Klink even after the war is over? he thought. The thought should have either disgusted him or given him cause for concern, but it didn’t.
Now it was Klink’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yes, you are a brat.” He didn’t miss the last part of Hogan’s corrected sentence, and it made a twinkle appear in his blue eyes. “Let me give you a hint, and I shall see if you were listening earlier. I called you a bratty what? It begins with a ‘T’.” Yes, Hogan was cute when he was like this…but even cuteness had its limits.
Hogan closed his eyes and whispered something Klink couldn’t hear as he put his hands over his eyes. Oh no, my young brat. You will not get out of this that easily! Klink thought as he made a show of putting his hand by his ear. “Repeat that, please? I could not hear you.”
With his eyes still closed and his hands still over them, Hogan repeated what he’d just whispered. “You said ‘troublemaker’.” Why couldn’t the tall German just let this go? He was like a dog with a piece of meat in that regard; he refused to give up.
Klink smirked and replied, “Very good. Now put it all together. And look at me when you speak.” He had to admit that he loved getting a little of his own back over the American.
Hogan lowered his hands and opened his eyes obediently, but promptly counteracted that obedience by mulishly saying nothing. Deciding to help motivate him, Klink took a few test swings with the crop, using different angles and speeds.
Hogan saw what Klink was doing and blushed, recalling the feel of that crop punishing him earlier, as well as the circumstances which led to it. He didn’t think Klink would really spank him anymore tonight, but his butt was definitely too sore to test that theory.
So instead he looked at Klink, folded his arms and went into full-blown pouting mode. “You called me a ‘bratty troublemaker’. Can I go now, sir? I was already tired, and you wore me out more.” Hogan’s lower lip was stuck out, his arms were folded across his chest again and he wore a sulky look on his face.
Klink smiled again, enjoying the sight of his brat pouting. “Indeed. You wore me out too.” He handed Hogan his bomber jacket. “If it is any consolation, Hogan, you are my favorite and only bratty troublemaker.”
Hogan slipped on his jacket and cheekily said, “Can I call in some backup for that or something? I feel selfish hogging all your attention.” Then he jammed his crush cap back on his head, the way he always did.
Klink shook his fist in the air as he said, “Keep talking and you shall get more of it than you planned on!” And while he might have made the threat, it was an empty one and they both knew it. “Now, gute nacht Hogan.”
“Good night to you too, sir. And by the way…” Hogan looked at Klink meaningfully. “I meant what I said earlier. I really do appreciate you taking the time to ‘help’ me, even if the entire process of getting there sucks. And I hope…I hope you’re not angry with me anymore.” His voice had dropped to a near whisper as he looked down at his feet awkwardly.
Klink groaned. Hogan would surely make the remainder of his hair fall out if he was here long enough. And he looked so lost and uncertain in that moment that Klink found himself giving the American a hug as he had the last time. Damnmit! Are you becoming soft or what, Wilhelm?
Klink ignored his inner voice and spoke. “I am no longer angry with you, Hogan. But try and behave. Because I meant what I said before. If there is a next time, I will use the belt on you. And that will be unpleasant for both of us. Truly, just try…alright?”
Hogan flashed him that mischievous grin, the one that meant he was surely scheming something. “No promises, Kommandant. But I’ll make an effort, okay?” He saluted Klink and said, “Pleasant dreams…and enjoy being able to sit comfortably on your bed. I know I won’t be able to sit comfortably on mine!” As Klink returned the salute, Hogan opened the door and exited Klink’s quarters.
Klink watched Hogan leave, then closed the door. He ran a hand through what was left of his hair and scowled before groaning again. That brat will either be the death of me, or he will get us both acquainted with a firing squad! Turning off the light, Klink went to change for bed. Hopefully, Hogan would behave himself…at least for a little while.
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