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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
Luftwaffe = The German name for their Air Force
Kommandtur = Commander’s office
Danke = Thank you
Wunderbar = Wonderful
Ja = Yes
Dummkopf = Idiot
Frau = Mrs.
Bitte = Please
Was mache ich mit dir? = What am I going to do with you?
Jawohl = Yes sir
Herr = Mister
Auf Wiedersehen = Goodbye

Barracks 2, Colonel Hogan’s quarters…
Sergeant Andrew J. Crater. Sweet, innocent, naïve Carter. Who would have possibly thought Carter would be the source of my latest dilemma? That was the question Colonel Hogan was asking himself as he laid on his upper bunk, staring up at the ceiling. And the worst part was, he couldn’t even demote Carter in rank for getting him, Hogan, into serious trouble, because he couldn’t tell him why he was in trouble…or who was doling out the punishment! Nor could he tell Carter what sort of punishment he would undoubtedly receive later on.
There was simply no way to explain it. Even if he found a way to do so, his men would likely riot or try to escape for real out of spite. The guards and Klink could get hurt, despite the latter’s tendency to hide behind Schultz…who, in turn tended to hide behind Klink, making it an amusing sight to see.
Not to mention that Hogan and his team couldn’t afford to have the Kommandant’s ‘no escape’ record destroyed. He only wished that the almost two months of peace and quiet had lasted longer. But it wasn’t meant to be, apparently.
No, this was a secret Hogan would take to his grave, out of embarrassment if nothing else. He had to concede Klink’s point that his method was indeed effective, and a major factor in his decision. He’d been in his quarters since right after breakfast, claiming he needed time to think about their next mission.
Klink hadn’t appeared at roll call that morning, so Sergeant Schultz had conducted it instead. That wasn’t normal for the Prussian colonel, and Hogan decided he’d better go see what was wrong with the Kommandant this time. After all, Klink never missed a chance to boast about the supposed ‘superior military efficiency of the Third Reich’ to his prisoners. Not that any of them wanted to hear it, mind you.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bunk, preparing to hop down. But before he could do so, there was a knock on the door. Staying where he was and sighing wearily, he called out, “Come in!” He was fully expecting it to be one of his men, so he raised his eyebrows when the door opened and Sergeant Schultz walked in. Closing the door behind him and leaning his rifle against the wall, he said, “Guten morgen, Colonel Hogan.”
“Hey, Schultzie,” greeted the American officer in surprise. “What brings you here? Ol’ Blood and Guts sick again? He wasn’t at roll call this morning.” He noted that the usually cheerful sergeant looked a little downtrodden, which wasn’t normal for him. “What’s wrong with you? You look like Klink just put you on a diet. Or are you going home on furlough again to spend time with your wife?”
All of the prisoners knew that while Schultz loved his wife, he wasn’t thrilled about spending excessive time with her. And having seen the woman’s temper in person, Hogan could see why. She probably reminds him of his commanding officer! Hogan thought to himself with a small smile.
The fat sergeant glared at Hogan. “Hah! Jolly joker. That is not very funny, Colonel Hogan. Why would the Kommandant put me on a diet? Do not say such terrible things,” he ordered, ignoring the comment about his wife. “I am not happy about Sergeant Carter blowing up the officer’s mess. Of all the things to destroy! Next time, tell him to blow up something else,” Schultz suggested with a frown.
“And I am here to deliver two messages to you. The Big Shot sent me, and he said to give you this note,” the Luftwaffe sergeant added as he held out a piece of paper to Hogan. “He is not sick, just hard at work. He was on the phone with General Burkhalter when I left the Kommandtur.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because other people like to eat food once in a while too?” The smile faded from Hogan’s face as he digested what he’d heard so far. While a call from the Austrian general wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it had the potential to be.
If he combined Schultz’s bleak mood, Burkhalter’s phone call and now this mysterious message, things looked a little grim. He accepted the paper from the fat sergeant, which was folded into four squares and taped shut. Opening it carefully, Hogan read the contents of it. His face fell as he read the note with its spidery writing, which said:

To Colonel Hogan,
Undoubtedly, you are wondering why I have sent Sergeant Schultz over with this note. Let me clarify that for you, since the last time you were in my office you saw fit to completely ignore me. I am extremely angry at Sergeant Carter – and by extension, you – for blowing up the officer’s mess! That is beyond your normal tomfoolery and games, because this is something that I have to explain to General Burkhalter! And I have not yet figured out what to tell him in this regard.
As you can imagine, I need time to calm down. So, my troublemaker, I suggest that you stay far away from the Kommandtur today unless you wish to speed up the date you have with your most hated piece of leather. I also suggest that you avoid me in general until tonight, no matter if you see me outside around the camp or not.
I will be sending Sergeant Schultz to come get you tonight. You will go with him and you will not give him any problems, or you will be sorry. I hope I have made myself very clear!
Until tonight,
Colonel Klink, Kommandant of Stalag 13

Klink had been sure to underline the words ‘beyond’, ‘I’ and ‘will’ to help make his point, as well as underline the word ‘Kommandant’ three times for emphasis. Hogan reread the note and turned pale as the words sunk in. My most hated piece of leather? Oh God, please no, he begged silently. Please let him just be talking about his riding crop! I don’t think I can handle the belt again.
“Ugh, just great,” he complained before remembering that he wasn’t alone. Then he forced his expression into a neutral one. “Klink said he wants me to listen to one of his Wagner records again. I can’t stand Wagner and he knows it. I’ll take Tommy Dorsey any day. Now that’s something I can dance to.” He hoped the lie was convincing enough to fool Schultz, because he wasn’t up to giving explanations right now. Or ever, come to think of it!
“Jolly joker,” muttered Schultz. “And you have terrrrible taste in music, Colonel Hogan,” the fat sergeant added. “Wagner’s music is beautiful and soulful.” He gave Hogan a searching look. “What is wrong, Colonel Hogan? You look like you somebody stole your last piece of strudel,” he said, the very idea clearly something he would be upset over!
Shaking his head, Hogan replied, “I’m fine, Schultz. I just felt a headache come on, that’s all. The constant snow lost its charm after two months here, you know, and the cold weather makes my head hurt.”
He shrugged at the Sergeant of the Guard’s comment and replied, “Well, that’s a matter of opinion. But I like Frank Sinatra too,” he offered with a smile. “He’s very popular in the United States. So what’s the other message you’ve got for me? You said you had two,” he prompted helpfully, hoping to get Schultz to hurry up and leave.
“I will never understand Americans and their strange ways,” the Luftwaffe sergeant grumbled, looking thoughtful as he appeared to be thinking what it was he had to tell the American. His light gray eyes lit up as he remembered something that was obviously important.
“Oh, I have remembered the other message I had for you! The Kommandant says I am to escort you to his quarters tonight for another chess game. He is on a five game winning streak and wishes for you to be there in a timely manner. But that is alright, because it means that I get off duty ten minutes early,” he replied, obviously happy about that as he gestured to himself.
“Chess game?” Hogan wondered aloud. What’s he talking about? I haven’t been…oh. “Oh right, right! The chess game,” Hogan said hastily as he masked his brief confusion over the strange code. “Yeah, Klink’s been beating my ass constantly lately.”
Literally, the senior POW officer thought. “Now you know I can’t let that stand! A man’s got to take pride in something, you know. And it must be when he wants me to hear that record too.”
He gave the fat sergeant a lopsided grin. “So you get to get off work early tonight just for me? That’s something to celebrate, Schultz! Since you made me think of it, I’ll have LeBeau make an apple strudel just for you. He’s got a new variation on his recipe that he’s been wanting to try, and you’re the best food critic we have. That sound good?” he asked, faking a cheerfulness he didn’t feel.
But it seemed to successfully distract Schultz, because he grinned and clapped his hands excitedly. “Oh, danke, Colonel Hogan! That sounds wunderbar!” he exclaimed, his earlier moodiness forgotten. “I love strudel so much, and LeBeau makes it so tasty!” He turned to leave the room after adding, “I will be here at 21:50 hours (9:50pm) to pick you up. So be prepared, ja?”
“Of course,” replied Hogan smoothly as they exchanged salutes. Yeah, be prepared to sleep on my stomach again! he thought sullenly. As the fat sergeant exited the room, he rolled his eyes and called out, “Hey Schultz! You forgot your rifle again!” An amused look crossed his features as Schultz came back long enough to grab it.
They exchanged salutes again before the Luftwaffe sergeant left, closing the door behind him. Hogan let out a long sigh as he dug out a lighter and lit the note from Klink on fire. As the flames destroyed all evidence of their arrangement, he pondered how he would explain things this time. Somehow, announcing that he had possession of explosives didn’t seem like a good idea!

22:00 hours, Klink's quarters…
Hogan stood on the porch of Klink’s quarters at exactly 22:00 hours after knocking on the door, having just been dropped off there by Sergeant Schultz. The sergeant had wished him luck on the chess game before waddling off somewhere…which was probably back to Barracks 2 for the promised strudel, if he had to guess. The American colonel had been lost in thought all day trying to figure out how to put a positive spin on his latest trouble. But his efforts had been for naught, since his mind kept drifting back to where he was right now.
The American colonel had to admit that having Carter do anything that could potentially involve Burkhalter was a very bad idea. But their original intention hadn’t been to blow anything up! The young sergeant was just supposed to make a small hole leading up into the officer’s mess so they would have a direct tunnel to it.
After all, some of the guards weren’t always easily distracted. LeBeau was a fantastic cook, but even he couldn’t make something from nothing. Occasionally, the Heroes ‘liberated’ a few supplies here and there from said officer’s mess, so having a new tunnel would’ve been ideal for them.
Unfortunately, Carter had gotten a little too enthusiastic when he’d made the bombs and made them bigger than he should have. The end result was that the entire building had blown up. What was fortunate is that they didn’t have any tunnels nearby. So even after the ruins were cleared away, the Germans hadn’t found anything. Though it did mean that the guards had to eat at the prisoner’s mess for now, and none of them were happy about it.
His thoughts on the matter faded away when he heard the German officer’s voice tell him to come in. Squaring his shoulders, Hogan took a deep breath and forced his stomach to settle down before opening the door and entering Klink’s quarters. The combination of twisting knots and butterflies wasn’t helping it any, and neither was the feeling of dread he had.
“Hey, Kommandant. You’re looking healthy enough, so I’m glad to see you’re not sick. We missed you at roll call,” he said with forced cheerfulness as he closed the door. Then Hogan waited for Klink to speak as he hung up his bomber jacket and crush cap.
Klink looked up as he heard the door open, frowning as his troublemaker stepped into the room. He’d had a very long and very unpleasant discussion with General Burkhalter earlier in the day, which hadn’t helped his mood any. The general had first asked if the report he’d received about the officer’s mess being blown up was some kind of a joke, since he found it hard to believe that it could have actually happened. “Even knowing Colonel Hogan as I do,” Burkhalter had added.
After that, the fat general had proceeded to scream at Klink and make various threats including the Russian Front and a firing squad. Another creative one he hadn’t heard before had been a combination of a demotion to the rank of captain, a mandatory transfer to the Gestapo and a new job as Major Hochstetter’s underling!
The tall German shuddered at the last one. He disliked Hochstetter with every fiber of his being and the Gestapo in general. So the very idea of working with the man – and under him, since a major outranked a captain – had made him nauseous when he’d heard it. For once in his life though, Klink had been quick on his feet.
Hoping to head anything bad off at the pass, the German officer had offered to pay for the full cost of the building repair. There had been an uncomfortable silence, until Burkhalter had asked him in a surprised tone, “Do you know how much that costs? That is six months’ salary on a colonel’s pay, Klink. Where are you going to get that kind of money? Unless I were to dock your pay, that is?”
Getting his pay docked would hurt his lifestyle, such as it was. Yet it wasn’t completely impossible to do. Since he lived at Stalag 13 full time as the Kommandant, all his expenses were covered anyway. The only thing he needed money for was if he wanted to go into town and pick up a woman.
Reasoning that he needed to be alive to do that though, Klink had stupidly stuck his foot in his mouth by replying, “Herr General, you can keep all of my pay until the building is paid off. As long as I remain in command where I am and I remain a full colonel, I do not care. Well…I do not care that much.” Fortunately, Burkhalter had agreed to that and they’d hung up.
At least he was still in command of his post at Stalag 13! The lack of going to town for a long time bothered him, but he would adapt to it in time. Just like he would see to it that his troublemaker got what he deserved for this! “Colonel Hogan, get over here and be quick about it,” Klink ordered. “I trust you got my note and read it?”
He’d taped it so Schultz couldn’t be nosy, and after he’d sent his Sergeant of the Guard off with it he’d gotten the phone call. After the call though, Klink had thought long and hard about how to proceed tonight before settling on an idea. He recalled the past spankings he’d doled out to his unruly troublemaker and they had given him a plan, which made him smile evilly as he thought about it. “When you come over here, remove your trousers and get over my lap.”
“Yeah, I did,” replied the American as he made his way over to Klink. He wasn’t liking the start to tonight’s events at all, and the evil grin Klink wore just confirmed that those feelings were correct. “Schultz said something about chess? That was a good code, sir,” he complemented the older man, trying in vain to lessen what he knew was coming as he reached the couch.
The senior POW officer’s hands shook slightly as he followed the directions given to him for once. After he had removed his uniform pants and folded them, he set them on the coffee table before doing as he was told and placing himself over Klink’s lap.
“Danke, Hogan. I thought it was.” Klink waited for Hogan to get himself into position before continuing. “If you read the note, then tell me why you are in trouble tonight. And no games! Burkhalter called me today, and to say I am in a bad mood would be an understatement,” he finished.
Hogan sighed before reciting why he was here, as if it was a script he’d memorized. “I’m here because Sergeant Carter blew up the officer’s mess, and I’m responsible for all the POWs in this camp as the senior POW officer. I think I’ve grasped that concept,” he complained. “So what’d Burkhalter want?”
Klink rested his hand on Hogan’s butt before speaking, feeling the younger man flinch slightly at the contact. The involuntary movement made him smile slightly as he spoke. “Oh, the usual,” he said conversationally, as if he was discussing the weather. “You are a dummkopf this, how could any of your prisoners manage to blow up anything that…you know, the normal things.” His voice tightened, which made his troublemaker wince. “But do you know what the real nail in the coffin was for me, Hogan?”
“No, but I get the feeling I’m about to find out,” replied Hogan sadly. The casual tone of voice didn’t fool him, because he knew from experience that this was just the calm before the storm. And I wish I didn’t have that experience! he thought.
“Burkhalter decided to suspend my entire paycheck for the next six months until that building is paid off!” Klink spat. “He is hitting me right in the wallet, which means for the next six months I am stuck here! I will have no money to go anywhere, and I have no desire to be a prisoner here.” Even though it’d technically been his idea, the lack of money he would soon have irked Klink in a big way.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have taken the job here if you don’t like prison life,” suggested Hogan before his mind fully registered what he’d just said. Man, you really need to put on a muzzle or something before you come in here, Rob, said his common sense. I agree, his conscience added. The poor guy’s already going to be stuck here for the next six months with no way to go anywhere or see anyone, and you want to make him feel worse. At least you get to go outside the wire and meet people on missions sometimes!
Hogan couldn’t even argue with either of the voices, because they were right and he knew it. His offhand comment had been thoughtless, and he knew that it was bound to set off his disciplinarian. After figuring that out, he shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable swats to start assaulting his rear end.
Klink had actually lifted the wooden ruler he’d stashed under the couch pillow to begin Hogan’s spanking when he remembered his plan. Slowly, he lowered his hand that held the ruler until it rested on top of Hogan’s bottom again. He took a deep breath and replied, “A nice try in antagonizing me ahead of time, Hogan. But it will not work. Would you like to know why?”
Surprised by both the lack of swats and Klink’s words, Hogan opened his eyes. “I’m not following you, Kommandant. What’s on your mind?” And he was being honest, something that was rare for him when dealing with the older man.
Taking that response as a ‘yes’, Klink decided to explain. “It is very simple, Hogan. I decided that I enjoyed having your cooperation during your punishment on a different occasion. You know, after Major Hochstetter and I caught Corporal Newkirk with the codebook in my office,” he clarified.
“So, I have decided that two things will happen from tonight on forward. The first one is that each time you are here, you will ask me politely to spank your naughty bottom.” Klink was grinning evilly again as he continued, knowing the American wasn’t going to like what he was hearing. “And the second one is that each time you are here, you will lower your own briefs. Thus, you will be baring your bottom for me to properly discipline. And then you will lie across my lap and submit to your spanking without a struggle.”
The words burst from Hogan’s mouth before he could stop them. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he exclaimed as he turned his head so that he could see Klink’s face. The older man had that evil grin again, and Hogan sighed wearily, recalling something he’d been told before and parroting it back dutifully. “Never mind, I remember what you said before. ‘A German officer never jokes about such things. And we always keep our word.’ But c’mon now, Colonel Klink. Do you know how embarrassing that is? How that makes me feel?” he demanded.
“And do you know how it made me feel to have to make Burkhalter the offer I did like that?” Klink shot back. He informed his wayward brat of all the threats the fat general had made earlier, ending with the combination demotion/transfer/new boss one. “It was either do what I did or work under a man who would take sadistic glee in giving me the worst assignments he could possibly find! That irritable man already acts as if he outranks me, and I do not wish him to actually do so.”
The tall German’s slender fingers grasped the ruler tightly. “And on top of all that, the last time your corporal did something foolish, I had to agree to go on a date with Frau Linkmeyer to keep him happy! There are only so many ways I can appease Burkhalter before it can no longer be done, Hogan.”
Hogan’s eyes widened at the variety and creativeness the Austrian general had used in his threats. The Russian Front one was old news, as was the firing squad one. But some of the others he hadn’t heard before, and the Gestapo one was definitely new. “I have to give Burkhalter credit, those are pretty creative. How do you shoot someone and send them to the Russian Front? Seems kind of counterproductive to me,” he said thoughtfully.
Throwing up his hands in frustration, Klink snarled, “How should I know? You expect me to understand how a general’s mind works?” It took all of his self-control to keep from beginning the punishment right then and there! “I have no wish to find out firsthand, and I do not appreciate your sense of humor, troublemaker!”
Sometimes Hogan wished that he wasn’t such a smartass, because it tended to get him in trouble when he said things. A fine example was the “Well, yeah. Hasn’t making general been your goal for the last two decades?” that fell from his lips. And the “If that’s the case, you really ought to know how one’s mind works, sir!” that followed it wasn’t helping, as evidenced by the loud groan his common sense made inside his mind.
“Do you think the general was serious, though? He’s said stuff like that to you so many times, it should be his new mantra,” Hogan added.
Klink let out a low growl, a sure sign that the American officer was pushing him too far. “I am sure he was, Hogan. At the moment, Hochstetter and I seem to be tied for whom he hates the most.”
The older officer tapped the American one on his butt gently with the ruler, not a swat but merely a way to bring the conversation back on track. “In any event, do you understand the instructions you have been given by me? How things are going to happen from now on?”
“Oh, I understood you just fine, Kommandant,” griped Hogan. “You were speaking English, and even if you weren’t, I do speak German,” he reminded the older man. “But I don’t like these new terms one bit.” The power trip the German seemed to be on galled him to no end. It was bad enough that he had to be here at all, but to be subjected to the indignity of those conditions as well? It just wasn’t fair!
Life’s not fair, Rob, the American’s inner voice that was the voice of reason said. It’s not fair that you got shot down and are a prisoner of war, stuck in Germany. It’s not fair that Klink’s vision is forever damaged from being shot down in this war as well, making it so he can never fly a plane again. Hell, the war itself isn’t fair! People are dying outside these wires every day, and you’re complaining about a little spanking? it snapped at him.
I don’t want any pain! I don’t want a spanking, Hogan retorted silently, his inner five year old coming out to play. Well, too bad. Nobody ever wants one, but you can handle the pain. It’ll pass soon enough, and meanwhile you’ve got the opportunity to show Klink that he can’t break you that easily with a little embarrassment, his voice of reason snapped at him. Yeah, grow up! his common sense added, joining the discussion.
If you’re going to be in command of this operation, either make it so you don’t cause Klink any problems or deal with the consequences. The last thing we need is Burkhalter getting fed up with everything weird that happens here and replacing him. Every POW here knows what it’s like when we get someone else in charge…the operation would be sunk. Ugh! Hogan hated it when his inner monologue outmaneuvered him, especially when it made valid points.
While all of this was going on, Klink had taken the opportunity to best consider how to do Hogan’s punishment tonight. He had gone back and forth, debating whether he should use the belt or the ruler first. He knew he couldn’t do either for too long, since that would be far too severe. Finally, he decided on the ruler first.
It would serve as a good warm up for the American, and it would hopefully make the belt more effective as well. “I see. So you do not like these new conditions then, correct? Does that mean you like the rest of it perfectly fine?” Klink inquired teasingly. “As I have stated before, Hogan…if you feel you need this every day, or you if like it for some odd reason, then I –”
“NO!” The word was shouted and seemed to echo in the silence. Hogan cleared his throat and said in a regular voice, “Sorry to interrupt you sir, but I thought I should clarify that right away. I don’t like any of this.”
“But you just said that you do not like the new terms, which means that you liked the old ones perfectly well,” said Klink reasonably.
Hogan put his hands over his face and groaned. “*Please don’t twist my words,” he said loud enough that he was able to be understood. “You know very well that’s not what I meant,” he said sullenly, crossing his arms in front of him. Since he was lying over Klink’s lap, the motion looked a bit awkward.
“I would never do such a thing,” replied the older man. His voice sounded so innocent that Hogan just had to look and see what sort of expression Klink had on his face to match that tone. He was glad that he’d looked, because the results he got were hilarious. On the Prussian colonel’s face was an expression that was the epidemy of innocence.
In that moment, Klink looked as if he’d never done a thing wrong in his life, which made Hogan laugh despite himself. “I think you’ve been spending waaay too much time around me if you can pull that off, Kommandant,” he said with a laugh.
“Indeed I have, my little brat,” Klink said, his thoughts returning to the reason why the younger man was here. “Just so there is no confusion later on, let me lay out the plan for your spanking tonight. And before you get all huffy with me, you should know what you are about to hear came about after I had calmed down. If you had ignored my note earlier today, things would have been far worse for your bottom. So do keep that in mind,” he added.
‘Much worse’? Hogan didn’t like the sound of that. How bad was it going to be already that ignoring the note would have been ‘much worse’? Might as well ask him, you’re going to anyway, said his common sense in a resigned tone.
“Excuse me sir, but could you tell me first what you originally had in mind? Not that I want you to ramp up my sp…punishment,” he added hastily, amending his choice of words and not wanting Klink to get the wrong idea in any way. “But just so I know what I managed to avoid. For…um…comparison purposes,” the American officer finished weakly. Damn, that excuse sounded lame even to his ears.
Klink smirked as his troublemaker once again avoided the childish word ‘spanking’ when he asked his question. It was obvious that the word was an unlimited fountain of embarrassment for Hogan, which he made a mental note of. “Since you asked so nicely, my brat, I believe I shall,” he replied. “Had you come into my office earlier today when you were expressly told not to do so, this is what would have happened. Keep in mind I mean everything I am about to say quite literally, all right?”
Hogan nodded, his mouth going dry at the turn this story was taking. Remember, he’s telling you what would have happened. Not what will happen, his inner voice reminded him. “I understand that. Go on, Kommandant.”
“First of all, I would have grabbed you by your ear, leading you over to the door that leads to my quarters. After I opened it, I would have drug you by your ear into my quarters and closed the door behind me once we were both inside. Then I would have marched you right into the guest bedroom, pulled down your trousers and briefs and positioned you on the bed on your stomach,” the tall German began to explain.
Klink was watching his brat’s face, wondering what his reaction would be. “After restraining you as I did before, I would have spanked you with my belt until I was sure you regretted what you had done. And after you had fully healed from that punishment, there would have been a second round the same way for your willful disobedience. So,” Klink finished with a smirk, “Is it not a good thing you listened to me for once?”
Unable to say anything right away, Hogan nodded his head. A look of horror came across his features as he contemplated the bullet he had dodged earlier. “Yes. Thank God you sent Schultz over when you did,” he croaked out, the vivid visual description playing in his head like a movie. “He found me as I was headed out to see you. I thought maybe you were sick when you didn’t appear at both roll calls.”
“I told Schultz last night he would be doing the roll calls today. I was so incredibly angry about what had happened, and I did not trust myself to even look at you until I had given myself a chance to calm down and be reasonable,” Klink said. “Which is why my note was so harsh. That brings me to what will be happening tonight.”
Hogan didn’t think anything could top what he’d just heard, so he nodded his agreement and quietly listened to Klink for the second time that evening.
“When I tell you to do so, you are to stand up and lower your briefs until your bottom is entirely bared,” began Klink. “After that, you will ask me to spank you, repeating the phrase I will tell you. And I suggest you remember that phrase!” he warned.
“After that is done, you will place yourself over my lap as you are now. Then I will begin your bare bottom spanking. I will be using a wooden ruler for half of it,” the older colonel stated.
Huffing in annoyance at this plan and feeling himself blush, the younger man listened to the Kommandant speak. He didn’t like how this was going so far at all, and the fact that Klink had said ‘half’ caught his attention. “Half? So for the other half, you’re gonna use your hand?” Hogan asked, the hopeful note clear in his voice.
Klink shook his head, dashing that hope like a flame put under the water. “Hardly, my troublemaker. You are not that lucky. After that, you will get up off of my lap. We will head to the guest bedroom –”
“Oh no,” Hogan whispered, his stomach turning to lead. “Please, don’t tell me –”
“– and I will restrain you as I did before, on your stomach,” Klink said as if Hogan hadn’t spoken. “And then, the remainder of your spanking will be administered using my belt.”
“But…but I don’t want that!” the senior POW officer exclaimed, his eyes already watering somewhat as he recalled the level of pain that the belt caused. He knew from prior experience just how much that belt would leave him hurting afterwards, and on a freshly punished butt as well? It had been bad enough before without his rear end being tenderized first!
“Sir, please! Don’t punish me like that!” Hogan begged. “One implement or the other, but not both of them in the same night. Please, that’s gonna hurt so bad! Have a heart, Kommandant.”
Klink shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “I know it will, which is the whole point, Hogan. And I do have a heart, which is why the entire thing is not happening as I told you I had originally planned. So you should be grateful for that, brat.”
The tall German gently tapped Hogan’s butt again with the ruler. “Up you get, and lower your briefs enough so that your entire bottom is bare. It is time to begin the first part of your spanking.”
Sticking his lower lip out in a pout, the American slowly got to his feet. Not that he thought pouting would change anything at this point, but the hope was there. He increased his pout to the maximum level he could manage as he glared at his disciplinarian with a sulky look.
Reaching behind him, he slowly lowered his briefs until his butt was completely bare. The cool air rushed across the exposed skin and made it tingle. Unwilling to say a word at this point, Hogan covered his face with his hands as he blushed and waited for Klink to tell him whatever phrase he was going to tell him.
“Very good, my little brat!” said Klink encouragingly. He could tell his unruly brat was embarrassed, which was the whole point. “Now, remove your hands from your face and say the following: Colonel Klink, I have been a very naughty boy. Would you please spank my bare bottom for my disobedience?” He gave Hogan a curious look, fully expecting that mulish streak to kick in regarding to what he’d just said. So it was no surprise when he was proven correct within seconds.
His blush had barely faded away when Klink uttered those hated, embarrassing words. Well, Hogan wasn’t going to say it and Klink couldn’t make him! He didn’t care if the German officer spanked him, but he would not say those words. He just wouldn’t! His butt would be extremely sore, but that was going to happen anyway. At least if he refused to repeat the phrase, he’d still have his dignity. He felt his cheeks heat up as he shook his head. “You’re crazy if you think I’m saying that, sir.”
Klink had fully expected that reaction, so he was prepared. He gave his wayward troublemaker a warning look and repeated what he had just said before adding, “I suggest you listen to me, Hogan, or you will be a lot worse off.” His voice grew silky as he added, “I can always revert to my original plan, you know.”
Deciding at this point to let his inner five year old out – because his adult side sure wasn’t making any progress – Hogan shook his head defiantly. “I don’t wanna, and I’m not gonna! And you can’t make me.” Meanwhile, there was a war going on between the voices in his head.
His common sense pointed out that Hogan should just do it and get everything over with so he wouldn’t be in as much pain later on. But his voice of reason argued that he was going to be in a lot of pain irregardless, and it was the principle of the matter. Out of the two, Hogan agreed completely with his voice of reason.
“Robert Hogan,” snapped Klink irritably, bringing Hogan’s focus back to the situation at hand. “I am going to give you just one. More. Chance. After that, I will spank your insolent behind with my belt until you obey me! And then we will come back out here and try this again. It is your choice if you would like extra punishment tonight or not, but I highly advise that you cooperate with me.”
“You’re gonna sp…punish me with the belt later on anyway! That’s what you said before,” retorted Hogan. “It just means I’ll get part of it out of the way earlier.” He felt a new determination to stand firm on this issue.
Rolling his eyes, Klink said in an exasperated tone, “That is true, and I will be doing that later on. But did you not hear the word ‘extra’ in that last sentence? Extra means it would be on top of everything else. In other words, it would not count toward your spanking tonight. Basically, a…a bonus,” he finished, proud of remembering the English word. “So, what will it be? I do not have all night.”
Extra punishment? That wasn’t on the American officer’s agenda to do tonight! As quickly as it had come, his newfound determination was washed away. Easy come, easy go, he told himself sadly. Hogan was unwilling to look Klink in the eye if he had to do such a shameful thing, that was for sure. But he was also apparently going to having to say those mortifying words, so he looked over Klink’s head and said them.
“Colonel Klink, I have been a very naughty boy. Would you please spank my bare bottom for my disobedience?” Hogan’s voice was almost a whisper, but he’d said the phrase out loud anyhow. That should count for something, right?
Apparently not, or maybe Klink just felt like tormenting him tonight. “A good attempt, Hogan, but I could not hear you. You will enunciate clearly and loud enough so that I can hear you, and you will look me in the eye when you speak. Now, try that again.”
The tall German sat back and waited, a ‘nasty-happy’ grin playing across his lips. He was enjoying his brat’s humiliation immensely, feeling that it helped a little bit to rectify the loss of his paycheck for the next six months. “I’m waiting, Colonel Hogan.”
Wondering what deity hated him so much that they would subject him to this, Hogan looked Klink in the eyes. His brown eyes showed that he was very nervous, but also unhappy about everything. Yet Klink’s blue eyes showed satisfaction and annoyance.
Not wanting to have to say the awful phrase a third time, he said clearly, “Colonel Klink, I have been a very naughty boy. Would you please spank my bare bottom for my disobedience?” The American’s voice was pitched a little too loudly, so he almost shouted the words.
Nevertheless, he knew the German officer had heard him that time. “Was that loud enough for you, Kommandant?” Hogan asked sarcastically, trying to cover up his uneasiness.
“Yes, Hogan, though I do not appreciate your smart mouth. And yes, request granted,” Klink shot back just as sarcastically. “Get over my lap then.” He patted his thigh, just in case his unruly brat had forgotten where he was supposed to go.
Hogan saw the gesture and grimaced. Like I could ever forget even if I tried, he thought glumly as he placed himself back into the hated position. “Now what?” he asked. He didn’t really want the answer to that, but he didn’t want to be here all night either. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see the first blow coming whenever it did.

Making a new acquaintance…
“Now, my little troublemaker, I show you what happens to people who blow things up in my camp! Since you think explosions and fires are so much fun, I shall light a fire in your bottom,” replied Klink shortly.
He picked up the ruler and smacked the bare target in front of him. SMACK! “How do you feel about a wooden ruler, Hogan?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know as he smacked Hogan’s bottom again. SMACK! “Is it better, worse or the same as the hairbrush?” Klink smacked it a third time, awaiting the American’s answer. SMACK!
“Ow!” Hogan said as he considered the question. “Ow!” The ruler was wooden and stung quite a bit, but in a different way. “I’d say they’re about – Ow! – the same, sir. They just affect different areas.” SMACK! “Ow!” he said as the ruler smacked his butt again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Would you care to explain what you mean by that?” asked Klink causally, as if he did things like this all the time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “How can they affect different areas when they have both been used to spank your bare bottom?” the German colonel wanted to know. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Either my English skills are failing me, or my brat is not making any sense again, Klink thought. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OW, OW, OWW!” replied the American, not liking his current predicament at all. He sure didn’t appreciate having to explain this sort of thing to Klink while the older man was slowly building a fire in his tail. Still, he tried to do it anyway, since the alternate plan the German colonel had previously mentioned was worse than this.
“OWW! Well, a hairbrush – OWW, OWW!” – has a wider head, but not – OWW, OWW! – as long a range. But – OWWW! – ruler has a longer – OW, OWW! – range but hits a narrower – OW! – area,” Hogan explained, unable to believe he was even having this conversation. He blushed, and he was sure that the skin on his rear end was just as hot.
“I see,” said Klink as he stopped for a moment. The skin on Hogan’s bottom was a nice shade of pink, just a little bit past barely noticeable but enough to feel warm to the touch. He knew that much because he rested his hand on the tender skin and felt the warmth radiating off of it. He also felt his brat jerk in surprise.
Smiling to himself, the German colonel decided that if he wanted to use the belt he’d better stop now. “Alright. Up you get, young man,” he said, tapping Hogan’s butt with the ruler gently. The result was amusing as Hogan almost leaped to his feet in one fluid motion and began to rub his butt.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Klink warned him as he stood up too. “You do not get to rub the sting out, little brat.”
“But it hurts,” Hogan complained as he continued to rub his butt anyway.
“It is supposed to hurt, child!” Klink said sharply as he grabbed his troublemaker around the waist in order to pin his arms to his sides.
Since the American’s torso was facing his, that left his butt woefully unprotected. Then the older officer reached around and gave Hogan another quick seven swats to his bare bottom with the ruler while they both stood there. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OW, OWW, OW!” his wayward charge complained as Klink let go of him. “I’m not a child, and that was totally uncalled for,” he added as he pouted and crossed his arms. Hogan figured if he crossed his arms, he couldn’t rub his butt. That had hurt even more standing up, and he wasn’t eager to repeat the experience.
“Right now, you are acting like a child. But go ahead, rub your bottom again and see what happens. I dare you,” Klink growled. “Just give me a reason, Hogan. I will have you back here for a continuation of this yet. So make my day.” He locked eyes with the American as his challenge was issued. The moment was broken when the younger colonel looked away.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” Hogan grumbled in embarrassment. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Raising his eyebrows at the display of attitude, Klink shrugged. “You know the way to the guest bedroom.” He swatted Hogan’s butt with the ruler and watched him jump. SMACK! “So lead the way,” he ordered, giving his troublemaker three more quick swats in succession. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow, OW! I’m going, I’m going! Geez!” Hogan exclaimed, breaking into what was almost a run to get away from Klink and that ruler. That thing stung!

A heartfelt talk…
As Hogan entered the guest bedroom, he eyed it with dismay. He remembered the last time he’d been here after his hairbrush spanking and how hard it’d been to sleep. He was just grateful that they weren’t in Klink’s room again, since that was where his first belt spanking had taken place.
The senior POW officer had hoped that he’d never have to feel it again, but luck wasn’t on his side. It was either that, or he’d done something truly awful in a past life to deserve this. Either way, he knew he would regress into a well-spanked little boy shortly To his chagrin, he always did.
“Well? Lie down on your stomach,” Klink snapped. “Do I have to instruct you on how to do everything tonight?” Another ‘nasty-happy’ smile appeared on his face as he pondered something out loud. “Hmmm…perhaps it is not simply that I am spanking you that is the problem, because I know I am using enough force. Perhaps I need to spank you every night before you go to bed,” he stated, watching Hogan’s face to see his reaction.
“That would ensure that you get a good night’s sleep and that you behave. I think you might actually need it, you know. I will keep your bottom warm and toasty for you. What do you think of that idea, troublemaker?” he asked the younger man. Klink was mostly messing with his charge, but Hogan didn’t have to know that.
The American colonel’s eyes widened in fear as he shook his head frantically. That was something he did definitely not need! He had enough problems sitting down now, so he enjoyed being able to do so comfortably when he could. He didn’t need his rear end ‘warm and toasty’ under any circumstances, and he sure didn’t need a spanking each night right before lights out!
“Please, don’t do that!” Hogan pleaded, utterly disgusted with how his voice sounded to his own ears. The well-spanked little boy was coming out to play ahead of time, it seemed. “I’m sorry, sir. Please, no!”
Klink motioned to the bed, pleased with the reaction and results his words had gotten. “Then get on –”
He cut himself off in surprise as his brat quickly flung himself onto the bed and placed his head onto a pillow. Hogan had even landed spread eagle, so he was already where he needed to be. Impressive, the older colonel thought as he raised his eyebrows. That was quite possibly the quickest I have ever seen Hogan cooperate with me!
“Don’t spank me every night! I don’t want that, please don’t do it, sir! I’m here, I did what you said!” Hogan said in a desperate tone of voice as he motioned to his body and the bed he was lying on. His stomach felt like a lead weight was being tossed around inside of it. Combined with the dread he was feeling, he felt like he might faint.
The younger officer wouldn’t actually do it, of course. But the option had still made itself known. Obediently, he draped his limbs so that they formed an ‘X’ shape. That way, Klink could easily restrain him. And who knew, maybe it would make up for his earlier disobedience.
He knew the reason for the dread was because he knew exactly how the belt would feel, and his imagination wasn’t helping matters. It was creating images of horrific pain and other terrible things, and the throbbing his butt was doing from having received the ruler earlier was only giving it more ammunition. Now I know where that old saying ‘Anticipation is half of the battle’ comes from, Hogan thought gloomily.
Sighing, Klink said nothing as he walked to the other side of the bed and tied Hogan’s left wrist. As he tied his left ankle, he saw the American colonel briefly lift his head to look over at him, only to quickly turn away. It was if he wanted to look and see what was happening, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. Reaching his right ankle, he could feel the shaking of his wayward troublemaker’s body. It was possible Hogan was just moving his leg for whatever reason, but Klink doubted it. Finally he picked up Hogan’s right wrist and tied it. He could feel his brat’s hands shaking in fear, and it wasn’t being faked.
His brat was terrified of him, and that alone made Klink almost call off the punishment for tonight…almost. He didn’t want Hogan scared of him, he just wanted him to behave. Was that so hard for him to do? The tall German wasn’t asking Hogan to perform miracles, he just wanted him to be like any normal prisoner and listen to his jailer! But apparently, that was too much to ask of his senior POW officer.
After noticing this, Klink was glad he hadn’t gone with his original plan. He was also glad he hadn’t removed his belt first to place it by the younger man’s head before he restrained him. He had done that the last time as a type of mind game, but Hogan was already plenty wound up as it was.
So at this point, mind games weren’t needed. Klink was still plenty upset about the explosion and everything else related to that event, but he felt he ought to have a few words with his brat first. After removing his belt, he sat down in the nearby chair with a sigh.
What would be the best way to phrase what he had to say? “Robert,” Klink said out loud. When there was no answer except for an increased trembling, he leaned forward and gently ran the belt over Hogan’s bare bottom, trying get his attention. “Robert!” Please tell me he did not faint…or fall asleep again!
Hogan had been lost in thought as the tall German restrained him. After each limb was secured into place, his overactive imagination generated crazier and crazier thoughts. By the time his right wrist was restrained, his body was wound tighter than a spring. He could feel himself shaking, and it wasn’t from the cold. He might have trusted the Kommandant, but that trust did nothing to quell the memories he had.
Hogan was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear his name called the first time, so the combination of hearing it shouted and feeling the hated leather caress his rear end made him jump in surprise. Being tied up, the jump was more of a sharp jerk. Out of nowhere, he choked out, “Sir, I’m sorry!”
He wasn’t crying, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t take that long tonight before he was. Carefully, he turned his head to see where Klink was. He didn’t want to see him swing the belt, but his curiosity would not be sated even now. Meanwhile, Hogan was trying to figure out two things. Why was Klink sitting in the chair, and why he was using his first name before all was said and done?
Seeing the reaction he got made it even more obvious to Klink that they needed to have a talk first. “If you are quite done with your panic attack,” he said dryly, “I believe we need to have a talk first.”
Gesturing to the ropes tying him down, he asked Hogan, “Would you like me to untie you for this conversation, or would you prefer to stay where you are?” Klink knew that if it was him, he’d want to stay right where he was. But everyone was different, so he asked the American colonel anyway.
With a violent shake of his head, Hogan replied, “I’ll stay here, if it’s all the same to you, Kommandant. I don’t think my nerves could take being let up, only to be tied down again.” His voice sounded meek, so he cleared his throat and closed his eyes, only to quickly open them again. He had hoped that not being able to see the belt would make things better, but instead the opposite was true.
In a stronger voice, he added, “My imagination is running wild right now, and…and I’m scared, sir.” Damnmit, his voice had started to tremble at the end of that sentence! It had been just fine until the last part of it, and Hogan felt disgusted at the cowardly streak that seemed to have appeared in him.
Klink nodded his acceptance of that decision, knowing he was the same way. Even though it shouldn’t by now, the fact that he and Hogan were so much alike amazed him. And it made him think about what would happen to him after the war. Would Hogan have him killed? The younger man had said he ‘took care of those he cared about’, and the tall German had felt like his brat was including him on that list. But was he really? Or was it just wishful thinking on Klink’s part?
Maybe Hogan will see fit to return every punishment I have doled out to him in kind. The thought made the older man’s stomach clench. He knew firsthand what it felt like when someone did things just to be sadistic. He knew he wasn’t being sadistic, but he was also sure that Hogan didn’t see it that way.
God only knows the German colonel had felt like his father was the most sadistic bastard on the planet, despite his many claims of only ‘doling out much-needed discipline’. The similarities Klink was seeing between them were almost scary.
But those thoughts faded away as he closed his own eyes briefly at his brat’s admission, noting the tremble in Hogan’s voice toward the end of it. The American colonel was scared of him? Wait, is Hogan scared of me or of his spanking? I should find out, Klink decided.
That was the first step, and that way there would be no miscommunication! “Robert, what are you scared of?” he inquired in as gentle a tone as he could manage. Klink was still angry, but that was beginning to fade with the realization of how he must be coming across. “Talk to me, bitte.”
Oh boy. How was he supposed to voice his concerns without sounding like a complete wuss? Well, there’s nothing left to lose, his mind reasoned. You’re already here, your butt already hurts, and you’re already tied to the bed. Short of savagely beating you unconscious on purpose or killing you – two things you know Klink won’t do – there’s nothing else he can do other than spank you, it added.
That was true enough, so Hogan said what was on his mind. “I’m sca –” He cut himself off as he tried to think what the best way would be to put this. “I’m scared of my spanking, sir. Like I said, my imagination is going crazy, and the mental images it’s conjuring up are horrific. I know they’re not real, and I know what’s going to happen won’t kill me or permanently injure me. I’ve been through this before, so I even know what to expect…unfortunately,” he said with a grimace. “But overall, the effect is just making me high-strung.”
He could hear Klink’s German accent grow thicker and wondered what was on his Kommandant’s mind, since Hogan already knew that to be a sign of strong emotion. “Can I ask what’s on your mind, sir? You seem slightly…tense,” he added, for lack of a better word.
Klink nodded, breathing a sigh of relief at his troublemaker’s words. Scared of him would have been extremely bad. But he could understand being scared of a spanking. That made a little bit of sense, at least. Not a lot, mind you, since this wasn’t the first one Hogan had received from him. “Why are you scared, other than your imagination running away with you? As you pointed out, we have done this before,” he said reasonably.
He had to smile at the thoughtfulness Hogan displayed. Even in his current predicament, his senior POW officer was worried about him. It was touching, but he had to wonder what gave it away. “And how do you know I am tense?” Klink asked, wondering if it was his body language or something else.
“Honestly? I can’t really pin down why, but it’s probably because before I only got…that thing,” Hogan replied, pointing to the belt but not wanting to say the words, “and that was it. But tonight, you…disciplined…me with the ruler first, and you said you were going to use that tonight too.” He was proud of the way he kept from huffing as he pointed to Klink’s belt again. “I think it’s just the fear of the unknown. I was pretty wrapped up in my thoughts, which is why I didn’t hear you earlier, sir. Sorry about that.”
Hogan gave Klink an apologetic lopsided smile as he spoke. “In answer to your question though, it’s your accent. It gets thicker the more emotional you get, no matter if it’s good emotion or bad. The last time I heard it that thick was that time you almost turned me over to Hochstetter,” he added with a grimace. “I understand you just fine normally, but that night I could barely do so. It was super thick,” he finished, uncertain of what this revelation might spark.
Stunned, Klink sat back in the chair. He felt his hand let go of the belt, which dropped to the floor. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Hogan refused to say the word ‘belt’, although at any other time he would have found that amusing.
Once again, his brat had surprised him on several counts. The first one was being honest about how he felt, which the German colonel hadn’t expected him to do. The second one was that Hogan had apologized to him, Klink, when he had nothing to apologize for. If anything, he should be the one apologizing to the American officer!
And lastly, he hadn’t known his accent did that. He supposed it was a good indicator of his mood, which explained a lot of previous events in his life now that he was aware of it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be apologizing for scaring you,” the older man finally said.
Hogan’s last words were still ringing in his head. “My accent truly gets thicker when I am more emotional?” Klink repeated, unable to truly grasp that fact. “Are you sure you are not just imagining things, Robert?”
“Very sure,” replied his brat confidently. “I’ve heard it happen when you got excited about a date in town, and I’ve heard it happen at least three different times since we started this arrangement. And sometimes when you’re particularly happy or mad about something, you lapse into German,” Hogan added.
“I don’t know if you get so wound up you forget the English word for stuff or what, but either way it’s pretty cool. I like hearing you speak German,” the American said with an awkward shrug. “I’d be happier if you were doing it because you were happy and not mad, but –”
“Hold on just a moment,” the tall German interrupted, holding up a slender hand for silence as he digested this. “You…enjoy hearing me speak my native tongue?” he questioned, sure he hadn’t heard that right. “Why?” Why indeed, his mind spoke up. What kind of strange thing is that to enjoy? Sometimes, I just do not understand him.
The younger man considered the question thoughtfully. Why did he like hearing it? The more he thought about it, the clearer the answer became. “Well, like I said, you only lapse into it when you’re feeling strongly about something. Emotions, be they good or bad, are a wonderful thing at times. Before I was shot down, it wasn’t a language I heard every day. There are parts of the United States where people speak Spanish, but I’m nowhere near any of them.”
Hogan let a half-smile cross his face as he explained. “And German is a gruff language, but it also sounds sophisticated and flows beautifully if spoken correctly. It’s complex, yet simple if you can figure it out. Just like you,” he finished as cheerfully as he could manage. Hogan waited for his common sense and/or voice of reason to pop up with a smart remark, but they were oddly silent for a change.
With a heavy sigh, Klink massaged his temples. What was he supposed to say to that? His brat had just spoken the most poetic words he’d ever heard, and the scary thing was that they were dangerously accurate. “Robert, was mache ich mit dir?” he muttered, slipping into German out of habit. But as he watched the American’s eyes instantly light up, he had to smile.
His brat had been telling the truth! Well, what do you know? You learn something new every day, he reasoned as he stood up. “You are serious right now? You really like hearing me speak my native tongue?” Somehow, Klink found that hard to believe, despite his brat’s earlier words. But the sudden light that appeared in Hogan’s eyes didn’t leave much room for misinterpretation!
“Jawohl, Herr Kommandant,” Hogan confirmed, a smile playing across his lips. “It’s kinda dumb to say, since you are a native speaker and all. But you speak German beautifully.”
Klink considered this for about half a second as he moved towards the bed. “Oh. Danke,” he said proudly.
“You’re welcome,” came the offhand reply. Hogan could see Klink reaching for the ropes that bound him and his hopes soared. “Um…what are you doing, sir?”
With a roll of his eyes, the German colonel replied, “Untying you. What does it look like?”
“Can I ask why? I’m not complaining or anything,” Hogan said hastily. “But you…that is…aren’t you…um…” He was grateful he’d managed to avoid the belt, but he had to know what miracle caused Klink’s sudden change of heart. His conscience would bug him until he found out, that much he already knew.
Klink froze, his hands inches from the first rope. He looked at his troublemaker in disbelief, wondering what had prompted that question! “I would think, Robert, that one in a position such as yourself would not look a gift horse in the mouth,” he said with surprise.
Hogan raised an eyebrow as he replied, “I’m not. But I need to know why, just for my own piece of mind. You know how curious I am, sir.”
With that innocent statement, Klink had to sit back down before he fell down in shock. Tonight seemed to be the night for surprises, it seemed. Letting out a weary sigh, he addressed his unruly brat. “If you must know, I do not like the fact that I scared – no, terrified – you so badly, Robert. You were literally shaking, and I think if you had not been tied down you would have hit the ceiling when you felt the belt’s mere touch on your bottom. It made me notice similarities between myself and my father that were…er, unpleasant,” he said with a frown.
“Discipline is one thing, but sadistic abuse is another thing entirely. And I refuse to be sadistic!” the German officer added hotly, the subject an obvious sore spot with him.
Hogan nodded his head as Klink explained his reasons. He had kind of figured something along those lines already, since Klink had told him on other occasions that his father beat him. Just not in those exact words, though. And he had also stressed repeatedly that he didn’t want to cause any permanent damage, just dish out some punishment.
The senior POW officer sighed heavily as he made his decision, knowing he would regret it in a few minutes. But he also knew he couldn’t just take the opportunity to leave and leave the older man feeling like he’d somehow done something wrong.
If Klink really felt that strongly about not becoming his dad and wanted to do this anyway, that alone told Hogan that Klink felt this spanking was well-deserved. And Klink had sent Schultz over with that note earlier in the day to warn him!
The tall German had been nothing but honest with him since the beginning of all this. Now it was time to repay the favor, no matter how much he didn’t want to. It was a matter of honor, in Hogan’s mind. “Excuse me, Colonel Klink, but I have something I’d like to say before you untie me, if you’ve got a moment.”
“It seems I have nothing but moments. So, go ahead, Hogan,” Klink grumbled as he drummed the fingers of his left hand on his thigh. But the next words out of the younger officer’s mouth made him glad he was sitting down, because he went from sitting up straight to falling backward against the back of the chair. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Let me repeat what you just said, because I know for a fact I heard you incorrectly.”
The German colonel looked at the American one and spoke. “What I heard was this: you just told me to leave you tied up and…spank you anyway, following the edited plan I decided upon?” he questioned in disbelief. “Because it would make you feel bad if you left and thought I felt bad?”
Klink sat forward again and peered at Hogan, examining his pupils. “Hogan, were you drinking before you came here? Or are you on some type of drugs?” he demanded. “That is in no way a normal request!” How a prisoner would get either of those things when they were forbidden, he didn’t know. But he also knew that if anyone could get ahold of them, it was the young man tied to the bed.
“That’s what I said, sir,” answered Hogan with determination. He conceded that he was probably insane for saying what he had, but there was no turning back now. He could do this! “And no, I’m not on drugs. I don’t do any sort of drugs. I’m also stone-cold sober…unfortunately,” he added.
His butt throbbed as he talked, as if protesting his decision. “And I rarely drink anyway. Besides, it’s also my way of apologizing to you for earlier.”
Hogan gave Klink a short nod, as if finalizing a decision in his mind. “I was out of line with how I acted towards you earlier. Like you’ve stated before, you’re only out to provide discipline for me, not punish me just for laughs. To me, that means if you thought this was a good idea, then it was a good idea. I can’t say I like being embarrassed or being made to say any of that stuff, because I don’t,” he quickly clarified, “I just figure it’s part of whatever process you’re using to accomplish your goal. So now you know where I stand,” he finished, the stubborn glint beginning to appear in his eyes.
Klink sat there and listened, taking in what he was hearing. He could appreciate his troublemaker’s determined stance on this, but he just didn’t think he could do it tonight. He said as much to Hogan, who shook his head as the stubborn glint intensified.
“Look, we can do this one of two ways. You can either finish this now. If you do that, I’ll complain that my butt hurts for a little while, but I’ll know that we’re square and life will be good. Or you can untie me and tell me to leave, which I’ll do. But I’ll just harass and antagonize you repeatedly every day until you finish this, because my conscience isn’t going to leave me alone until this is settled,” the American stated.
Hogan smirked at this declaration, clearly enjoying the verbal web he had woven. “Overall, it’s the same end result. But the last one is a lot more work for both of us, and you know how I am when I want something,” he finished.
Taken aback by that announcement, Klink narrowed his eyes at his stubborn brat. “You are absolutely mad, do you know that?” he asked as he bent to pick up the belt from the floor. He hated how well Hogan knew him and how his mind worked!
The German colonel let himself get a feel for the belt in his hands again as he whipped it through the air a few times, making sure to move it fast enough to make a whistling sound. He was giving Hogan one last chance to change his mind on this, which he hoped the younger colonel would take.
But Hogan ignored the whistling sound, even as it made him flinch. He could see what Klink was trying to do, and it wasn’t going to work this time. Just like his Luftwaffe counterpart, he was like a dog with a piece of meat when he wanted something. “Well?” he all but demanded. “Just so you know, my butt already hurts from the ruler earlier, so this shouldn’t take too long.
Rob, what are you doing? Shut up while you’re ahead! his common sense screamed at him. Hogan blatantly ignored it as he continued. “But if you stop before that emotional release you always strive for happens, I’m gonna be mad. Because then all I’ll have to show for any of this is a sore butt and a headache from a stuffy nose, since it’ll be stuck between runny and normal. Just so you know,” he finished, his tone almost a happy one. Yeah, you’re nuts, Rob. You’ve finally cracked. Have London send the men in white for you…I’m sure they have a nice room in an asylum for you somewhere, his common sense finally responded wearily.

Greeting an old enemy…
“Mmmmpf! You are one hundred percent insane, Hogan, and you will regret that attitude!” snapped Klink, his earlier feelings all but forgotten. He raised the belt and brought it down onto his brat’s rear end a few times. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “I swear, Hogan, you never know when to stop, do you?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Having known what sort of pain to expect this time, the American colonel had buried his face in the pillow immediately after Klink had finished speaking. Which turned out to be a good thing, since the swats fell quickly and fiercely. The pain in his butt, which until now had been annoying but manageable, immediately increased threefold.
Hogan let out a scream that was high pitched enough to have broken glass if it hadn’t been muffled. “OWWW! OWW, OWW, OWWWWIE!” Holy hell, this hurts so bad! he thought. I told you so, dummy! What, did you think it would somehow feel better on an already sore behind? his voice of reason snapped. Clearly, you enjoy pain! Or you’re just an idiot. Possibly both, it concluded.
Klink could hear the muffled scream and lowered the hand that held the belt. He might have still been upset, but there was nothing Hogan was going to say that would convince him to continue this. His brat, however, had other plans. Lifting his head, he had the nerve to glare at Klink for stopping. “Don’t stop now! We’ve come this far,” he said through gritted teeth. “Finish it, damnmit! I don’t want to have to do this again on a different day.”
“No,” replied Klink with a shake of his head, ignoring Hogan’s colorful language. “You have had enough, Robert.” He debated having Hogan evaluated by a psychiatrist, because the American had surely lost his mind. He has been a prisoner of war for far too long…it is affecting his mind, the German officer thought.
But the younger colonel was persistent in his request, shaking his head violently. “Finish…it,” he ground out, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. It was taking a lot of effort to speak, but he found a reserve of strength he didn’t even know he had and pushed on. He hadn’t come this far and gone through all of this to have his disciplinarian back out now. And he’d be damned if he was going to repeat all of this again on a different day just because Klink was a wuss!
Besides that, Hogan knew the older man needed the sense of completion as much as he did. They were too much alike, with both of them being people who saw things through to the end. He didn’t know why it bothered Klink so much anyway. It wasn’t like it was his bare butt being thoroughly roasted!
To leave this unfinished now would bother both of them in the long run, and the American officer knew it. And unfortunately, he enjoyed the absolute bliss of ‘surrendering to his emotions’. Whether he wanted to consciously admit it or not, and even if the path to get there royally sucked. As the commanding officer of every prisoner here, he carried a lot of weight on his shoulders. That weight affected his mood at times and being perfectly in control around everyone all the time was stressful.
Hogan knew Klink had the same problem, because they’d discussed such things before. He couldn’t speak for certain on behalf of the Luftwaffe colonel, but he had a feeling that the power Klink welded over him during these ‘discussions’ gave him the same type of emotional surrender. Even if he expressed or experienced it differently, it still counted.
And so Hogan did what he did best with the tall German: he pushed Klink’s buttons. After three years at Stalag 13 and having conversations daily with the older man, he knew exactly what to say and what to do if he wanted a fast reaction. “Not long…now before a…release. You…said I’d…regret my…attitude,” Hogan said with a lot of effort. “Are you…a liar? Or…just a…coward?” Even though he was in tremendous pain, he was able to summon a taunting smirk.
Klink growled as the younger man taunted him. If there was something he wasn’t, it was a liar! He could admit he’d been slightly cowardly at times, but that thought never left the deep recesses of his mind. However, he prided himself on not being a liar.
So to be accused of such a thing when he was trying to spare his unruly brat some punishment was more than he could handle at the moment. Damn him! Damn Hogan for even thinking that! Klink thought furiously. Of all people, he thought surely Hogan would know him better than that! Obviously not.
If his troublemaker was going to insist on running his mouth and begging for trouble, Klink would give it to him! Hogan had been warned, and the German colonel had tried to spare him. That was all he could do, because he knew how the younger man operated. With another growl of frustration, he snapped, “You have been warned, you little brat!”
Realizing he still held the belt loosely in his hand, Klink gripped it tightly and smacked Hogan’s insolent behind with it several more times. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWW, OWWWW!” Hogan complained, definitely feeling the fire Klink was lighting in his tail turned up to full force now. Yet even as he tried to let the release just wash over him, he found that it wouldn’t come. He supposed that meant that he’d been telling the truth when he’d told Klink that he just wasn’t hardwired to let things go easily. Which can definitely suck at times, Hogan thought sullenly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWW, OWWWWW, OWW!”
“You just never learn, do you?! You always have to take it too far!” Klink yelled, half in frustration with Hogan and half in frustration with himself for being so easily played. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWW! OWWW, OWWW, OWWWWWWIE!” cried Hogan. The lava was back again, and it had arrived quicker than it usually did. Of course, usually he wasn’t already well tenderized by a ruler beforehand!
A mental image of a butcher beating a steak to tenderize it popped into his head as a comparison, and it would have made him laugh if he hadn’t been hurting so badly. But he could feel that he was near that tipping point of no return. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWIE!” I just have to push Klink a little further, the American thought. At the same time, his common sense was shouting various threats at him, along with his voice of reason chiming in with colorful metaphors. And adding to the commotion was his conscience cheering him on, making for a very noisy time inside his head.
Before he could give what to say much thought, his mouth formed the words for him all on their own. “That…all you got?” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut so the salty tears wouldn’t burn them.
Klink was beyond frustrated with this whole thing. He didn’t know what game the younger man was playing, and he didn’t really care. But the one thing he did know how to do was cause the emotional release his obviously deranged brat wanted!
Switching his aim from the senior POW officer’s buttcheeks, Klink rapidly swatted Hogan’s sit spots with the belt. Each one received six swats, and he alternated between left and right on each swat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OW, OWWWW, OWWWWWIE, OWWWWWW!” Hogan wailed as the emotional dam finally broke. He was exhausted from his efforts and his rear end throbbed angerly, but he had gotten the release that he’d become addicted to. Thankful for that at least, he relaxed and let it wash over him.
The American colonel was so caught up in the oddly soothing relief of letting everything go, he rode the waves like a surfer in the ocean. And not once did he wonder what had possessed him to provoke Klink that way. He just let himself sob and cry out his frustrations with the war, hoping that somewhere along the line, the older man had found something similar in all of this tonight.

The recovery…
Dropping the belt on the floor, Klink quickly undid the ropes holding Hogan in place. Then he sat next to the thoroughly chastised brat and began rubbing soothing circles on his back. “So, are you happy now Robert?” Klink asked wryly.
He didn’t appreciate being manipulated, but he couldn’t deny that he felt immensely better now that they had settled this. His senior POW officer had been right about that, it seemed. The question was, did Hogan feel better as well? Or was he regretting his rash words earlier?
“Nev –” Hogan hiccupped and held up one finger, the universal sign to give him a moment. After a few shaky breaths, he nodded wearily. “Never better, sir,” he managed with half a smile.
Klink eyed him suspiciously, trying to decide if he was being lied to or not. Unfortunately, he’d never been much good at reading body language or facial expressions, which was something that had gotten him into trouble a few times in his military career. “Are you just saying that, Robert? Or are you being serious?” he demanded.
“Do I – owww – look like I’m kidding?” the younger man said snarkily after a few minutes had passed. Hogan had stayed on his stomach but shifted his position slightly, which was what had caused the ‘owww’. “I’m being serious for once. I feel great, or as great as I can with my butt having been toasted all the way up to the charcoal setting.”
Hogan shrugged as if it were no big deal and rolled his eyes. “Admit it, you do too,” he added, winking at Klink impishly.
“I do, actually….look, that is not the point!” the tall German said, seeing the impish wink and glaring at his unruly troublemaker. “I think you need to see a psychiatrist. There is a good one in Hammelburg, I am told. Maybe he can figure out what is wrong with you.”
Not that Klink knew exactly what he was supposed to do if Hogan was suffering a mental breakdown from being a prisoner of war, mind you. It’s not like he could just have Hogan sent back to the United States!
How exactly was he supposed to explain that to anyone? Maybe I can say it is a foreign prisoner exchange program of some sort, Klink thought with amusement. One of theirs for one of ours! That was actually a good idea, now that he thought about it. But unfortunately, both General Burkhalter and Major Hochstetter were well aware of how Hogan both looked and sounded.
Which meant Klink couldn’t just pass another prisoner off as the American colonel, even if he wanted to. Was he just supposed to call the Allied High Command somehow and request a special pickup? “And that ‘charcoal setting’ as you put it, is your own fault. You literally begged me for it, so do not complain about it now.”
“Who’s complaining? I’m just stating the facts, and the facts are that my butt is probably super swollen and bruised if I had my guess. Would you mind confirming or denying those two things?” the American requested in an unusually polite tone.
“Of course,” said Klink agreeably, slapping himself mentally for not checking on that before. He leaned over and let out a low whistle. “Well, I am surprised. That is not what I expected at all.”
Hearing the whistle, Hogan winced. Somehow, he didn’t think that was a good sign. “What? What is it?” he demanded. “How bad are the bruises? How badly is my butt swollen?”
“There are none,” explained Klink. “That is why I was so surprised. The skin of your bottom is a dark red, but it is not bruised in any way. Although you may want to sleep on your stomach and do everything standing up for the next few days,” he teased, thoroughly enjoying the sullen look and pout he got in return.
Things were getting back to normal, or as normal as they ever were in his camp. “In addition to that, your bottom is only somewhat swollen. I expect it should go down within the next twenty-four hours,” Klink added.
“I’ve been doing both of those things on a regular basis for almost a year now, so that’s nothing new,” said his well-spanked brat with a loud huff of annoyance. “And by the way, Kommandant, I don’t need a psychiatrist.”
Hogan sighed as he rolled his eyes and looked up at the German colonel. “It’s all your fault anyway. You’re the one who started this whole thing, talking about ‘surrendering to my emotions’ and stuff. Against my will each time, I might add.”
Hogan frowned as he explained to Klink what he thought had been obvious. And then after you get me used to experiencing that feeling on occasion, you have the nerve to get upset when I want to experience it and you won’t provide it!” he said indignantly. “So make up your mind, sir. That’s not very nice to do to somebody, after all,” he said with another pout.
Well, so much for things returning to normal! Klink closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, he opened his eyes. His hope had been that when he did so, reality would have sorted itself out. But he was sadly mistaken in that hope, because Hogan was still there and still sassing him! Placing one hand on his forehead, he ignored Hogan’s witty comments and replied, “I think I should try and get ahold of the Allied High Command about you, Robert. I really do.”
“You’re going to call the Allied High Command?” asked Hogan in disbelief. “From Germany?” He shook his head at the outrageous idea. “I didn’t know you had their phone number, and talk about a long distance call! And just what are you going to tell them?” This he had to hear!
Klink stuck out his thumb and pinky finger, miming picking up a phone. He held it to his ear and said, “Hello, is this the Allied High Command? It is? Wunderbar. My name is Wilhelm Klink, and I am the Kommandant of Stalag 13 in Germany. It is…what? Yes, that is correct, a prisoner of war camp. I have one of your pilots here, a Colonel Robert Hogan. I…what? Yes, that is the one. Anyway, can you come and get him? I believe he is suffering a mental breakdown from being a prisoner of war here, and…what? How do I know that? I shall let him tell you himself, and…what? You will send a plane in the next two hours? Excellent. I also have a Corporal Peter Newkirk of the Royal Air Force here, so if you could just….what? There will be room for him as well? That is wonderful news. I will let them know. Auf Wiedersehen and heil Hitler….what? Oh, I do apologize. I meant to say ‘Cheerio’ instead, my mistake. Good day to you, sir.” As he said ‘cheerio’, Klink imitated a British accent before hanging up the imaginary phone. He gave his wayward brat a curious look, trying to gage his reaction to that ridiculous scenario.
Hogan burst out laughing, wiping more tears from his eyes. But this time, they were ones of laughter. “That’s great!” he remarked. “Do me a favor and do that bit for Newkirk some time, will you?”
The younger officer laughed some more, the joyful sound a nice change from his previous cries of pain. “I didn’t know you could do comedy, Colonel Klink! And while you do a pretty good British accent, I still like your natural German one better.”
“Neither did I until you mentioned it, Robert,” replied Klink dryly, secretly pleased that his brat found him entertaining. It made him smile when Hogan mentioned his German accent again, because it confirmed that what he’d said earlier on the subject was true. “And thank you,” he added as he gave his brat a warning glance.
“By the way, I want to be absolutely clear, Robert. If you ever try a stunt like that with me again, I will not play into your hands. What I will do, however, is put the idea of warming up your insolent behind each night before you go to sleep into practice. And it will effective that very day!” Klink shook his finger at his troublemaker in warning. “Do you understand me, little brat?”
“Perfectly, sir,” the American officer managed to respond with a straight face. He knew there was only a fifty percent chance that the tall German was messing with him, so he decided to play it safe. He tapped Klink’s thigh to get his attention and waited until he had it before inquiring, “Can you move, please? I need to get dressed.”
“Get dressed?” Klink repeated in confusion. “Whatever for?” Just where did Hogan think he was going at this time of night?
Huffing and sounding slightly irritated, his brat replied, “Because I’m not going to walk across the camp in only my underwear at,” he checked his watch, “23:45 hours, maybe?” (11:45pm)
“What are you….oh no!” Klink admonished, shaking his head and waggling a finger as he figured out just where Hogan thought he was going. “You are not going back to your barracks tonight, if that is what you are thinking. You can hang that idea up right now, young man. I will not have it!” He crossed his arms and glared at his stubborn charge, not budging from where he was at.
“Why?” inquired Hogan reasonably. “You said it yourself, I’m not even bruised. And as much as I enjoy the soft bed here, I’ve stayed the night twice already. My men will get suspicious if I don’t come back, and there’s only so many times that chess game excuse is going to work.”
Klink opened his mouth, only to close it again. Hogan made some valid points, and he knew it. Yet he didn’t want to see Hogan leave tonight, damn it! He wanted to be sure the younger man got a good night’s sleep after everything that had happened tonight. And you like knowing that you have some company…that you’re not alone in here too, his voice of reason said.
Not knowing what he could say that was just as valid, he opted for his backup plan. “Because I am the Kommandant here, and what I say goes!” Klink said firmly. Why must Hogan fight me on every little thing?
“That’s true, sir. You are the Kommandant here. I’m just the prisoner,” said his unruly charge.
Before Klink could congratulate him on seeing reason, he added, “And what do prisoners do? They escape! I’ve never made a successful escape from Stalag 13, so I figure escaping from here is a good start. Baby steps, you know,” Hogan added with a smirk.
“HOOO-GAAN!” Klink exclaimed, shaking his fist in the air. “Even you cannot possibly be that foolish.” He raised his eyebrows as he gave the other colonel a curious look. “I hope.”
A cocky grin appeared on the American’s face as he stated, “Try me. I dare you. We’ve already established that the emotional release is something I apparently needed, and I’ve done it twice in one night before too. So the ball’s in your court, sir. Make my day.” He lifted his chin and stared defiantly at the older man, his gaze steady.
This time, it was Klink who looked away first. Recalling his same words from earlier that evening, he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Hogan was certainly a wild card, and his mulish streak seemed to have no bounds. “Alright. I will allow it just this one time,” he conceded.
“And I will indeed make your day, my little brat. I simply have to wait until the next time you land yourself in hot water! Which should not take long at all, and I do not forget such things,” the tall German added as he stood up. “Go ahead and leave, if you feel you must.”
“I look forward to it,” said his troublemaker haughtily, showing a confidence he didn’t feel. He just knew this would come back to bite him in the ass later, but for now it was enjoyable.
“Thank you, kind sir, for moving,” Hogan drawled, the sarcastic tone evident in his voice. “I don’t think I could have possibly managed to get up without you doing that.”
“Really?” Klink asked, his own voice dripping sarcasm. “Then allow me to assist you further.” He gave Hogan four quick swats on his still-bare bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! They weren’t hard by any means. But they were still enough to elicit a pained yelp from the senior POW officer and a quick leap upward into a standing position.
“Ow, OW! Hey, what’d you do that for?” Hogan asked, turning so that his rear end was facing away from Klink and pulling up his briefs. The only problem with that was now he couldn’t reach his uniform pants, which presented a bit of a conundrum. Especially as the tall German grabbed them first.
Shrugging, the German officer replied, “I just wanted to see how fast you could move.”
As Hogan glared at him, Klink added, “Oh, were you looking for these?” teased Klink as he stepped back. The small movement put both him and Hogan’s trousers just out of the American officer’s reach.
“Hey, c’mon! Give those back!” said the younger colonel in annoyance as he walked around to Klink’s side of the bed. But Klink kept dodging him by moving in a circle. It ended up with him having his back to the bed and Hogan near the bedroom door.
“You want them, eh? Come and get them!” Klink taunted.
A mischievous gleam appeared in Hogan’s eyes. Then he replied, “Okay,” right before he pounced. Since he was already nearby the older man, it didn’t take much of a jump to tackle Klink. Not expecting such a move and caught off guard, Klink was knocked backward onto the bed.
His hands were above his head as well, yet he was still gripping the trousers. Hogan was laying on top of him, his arms effectively pinning Klink to the bed as a devious grin appeared on his face. “Now, give ‘em back.”
His saving grace was that Hogan was moving slower than normal because of a sore butt, so the German colonel was able to react quick enough to grab him. “No,” he replied with amusement in his voice.
In a swift movement, Klink dropped Hogan’s trousers to the floor behind him and rolled the American colonel over onto his back, using his arms to pin Hogan to the bed. He had temporarily forgotten that the younger officer’s rear end was hurting him, until Hogan said “Ow!” and let out a hiss of pain.
Hearing the strained sound, Klink immediately let go of Hogan and rolled off of him. “I am sorry. I did not mean to cause you any more discomfort,” he apologized. “Are you hurt?”
“Just my pride,” grumbled Hogan as he grabbed his uniform trousers off of the floor and put them on. “That was a cheap shot, by the way…taking advantage of my butt being sore. That’s not very nice,” he said with a huff as he finished buckling his belt.
An amused grin played over Klink’s lips. “But I still won,” he said smugly.
“How do you figure that? I got my trousers back,” Hogan pointed out.
“Only because I let you,” Klink teased.
“So…what? You really think you can beat me in a wrestling match? A fair one?” asked Hogan incredulously.
Scoffing, the tall German replied, “Beat you? Please, it would not even be a challenge. Remember, I used to wrestle with my older brother growing up, while you have told me previously that you have never wrestled before. Therefore, I have some experience. But if you would like to try it sometime, let me know. I am always happy to show you what a winner looks like. So go ahead and do it,” he challenged.
Grinning, Hogan replied, “Experience. That’s just another word for ‘old’. And the only way you’d get to see what a winner looks like, Colonel Klink, is if you stare at me all day,” the American officer teased.
“By the way, challenge accepted. Give me about a week to heal up all the way and I’ll wipe the floor with you,” the senior POW officer added.
Raising his eyebrows and smirking, Klink shot back, “I look forward to it.” He walked Hogan to the door and waited as he put on his bomber jacket and hat. “By the way, Hogan, you did very well tonight.”
He shrugged and added, “I did not think you had that kind of willpower in you, but my congratulations. You surprise me yet again,” he finished as he gave the younger officer a hug. Klink was still happy from the emotional release he’d experienced on his end, and in addition their quick wrestling match had put him in a good mood.
“Thanks, and that’s me. I’m just full of surprises, sir,” Hogan deadpanned as he returned the hug. “And apparently, so are you.” He offered the older man a salute, which was returned. “I’ll be by later on after roll call to harass you…I mean, make your day more interesting. Whatever works for you, Kommandant,” he added with a smirk.
Rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, Klink replied, “How about a nice, peaceful day with no surprises? That would work very well for me.”
“I have to check the calendar, sir. The Escape Committee might be having a meeting today, but I can get them to reschedule,” Hogan replied cheekily.
“You do that. Now, off to bed with you, little troublemaker,” Klink said as he opened the door. “And here is something to help you sleep tonight.”
As he said that, Klink gave the American officer two light swats on his butt. SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Good night, Kommandant,” said Hogan hastily as he exited Klink’s quarters.
“Good night, Hogan,” replied Klink, sounding amused. A smile was on his face as he closed the door, his mind already on what he had to do the next day. If nothing else, he could count on his brat to keep him on his toes!
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