'Pad Shagging'... right or wrong?

Christ. Does anyone recall the stack of grot in the bathroom of the Divis Flats OP in Belfast? That’s probably worth a fortune by now!

It was a thing of actual beauty, a tower of grot that went from the floor to nearly the ceiling - a stack of filth that had been added to by every Company since the OP was established, and like a tree trunk, you could age it by the date of the magazine you extracted. At the bottom lurked quite innocent 60s grot, which slowly gave way to the hairy motts of the 70s and hardcore German mags from the 80s.

Frankly, my biggest fear during that tour was not of IRA action, but the very real concern that I would be killed in an avalanche of pornography as I extracted something to read whilst on the can.

I can imagine the grins on the faces of my Coy at my funeral if that ever happened. “Well, it was a good way to go...”
if the weight of the stack didn't kill you, then you probably wouldn't survive the infections that stack contained
 

Fake Sheikh

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A well known Surrey Pad had everything going on it, heterosexual, lesbian, 3'somes, groups, S&M & a CO who seemed to like her men or woman young & keen for oral. Think the CO is about to become a 1* shortly?
 

Robme

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At my last RCT posting in BAOR, a certain officers wife used to throw it around as hubby apparently couldn’t get it up and besides which, he cared little for her any more. I had also decided that my future in the Forces would be better served by transferring, so was waiting for the Paras to give me the nod.
For a while she would concentrate on RE toms (who we shared the Camp with) as they were neither Officers or RCT, and she could indulge as much as she wanted, with a reduced chance of getting caught.
However, she wasn’t overly concerned in the long run where they came from so long as she got what she needed/wanted. So one quiet evening in a bar in town, she breezes in and spy’s the only Tom in the joint, Me. About this time I was well pissed off with her hubby, my own OC and his attitude towards me, and as she staggered towards me (I forgot to mention that she performed usually when tanked up on Asbach Uralt), it was clear that this was a prime opportunity for a bit of pay-back. So the deed was done, and apart from the drink, she was quite a performer.
Now as everybody who has served knows (unlike the vast majority of Arrse membership) officers wives as a NCO are an absolute no-no, as indeed as Pads wives in general. But WTF, this was ‘revengay’ and it was fun.
As time moved on, her car became a regular shaggfest, unfortunately the camp was surrounded by ranges and tank tracks. And one sports afternoon (Wednesday for the LMF amongst us) whilst we were at it, half a dozen or so fellow Trogs came bimbling pass out for a run.
Within days, it was clear that the game was up and the cacky was well and truly flying. What saved me was the transfer and that she had ‘sorted’ out quite a lot of RE Toms as mentioned above.
Lord knows what happened to her, removed back to the U.K. I supposed. Not that I truly cared.
 
I lost the digitised entire Color Climax Corporation collection in a HD failure.
A tragedy of epic proportions, all that Bush....:crying:
 
In the early 60's JHQ, Rhinedalen, Comms R.Sigs I worked with the lovely Annie, (WRAC),

One night in the Big-House, she said to me "Kiss me Nags". Oh, Annie, I have never kissed a Sergeant before.

She died this month up in the NE.
 
Pad shagging... ummm... it's as old as the art of professional soldiering.
If you asked 100 different people their opinion on it, you'd more than likely get at least a dozen different views on the rights or wrongs of it.
Personally speaking; I believe that the fault will always lay with the adulterer.
Yes, you could argue that a mucker shouldn't be putting it on your missus, but at the end of the day, you aren't married to your mucker.
That's my two cents worth.
 
Pad shagging... ummm... it's as old as the art of professional soldiering.
If you asked 100 different people their opinion on it, you'd more than likely get at least a dozen different views on the rights or wrongs of it.
Personally speaking; I believe that the fault will always lay with the adulterer.
Yes, you could argue that a mucker shouldn't be putting it on your missus, but at the end of the day, you aren't married to your mucker.
That's my two cents worth.
without an open hole, there ain’t no goal
 
A quick aside, it was mentioned earlier in the thread about the absence of grot mags due to the internet etc.
My sick perverted mind sprang into procurement mode and went to check EBay.
Ladies and gentlemen, the results were not happy reading......

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How many of us could be sat by the pool at our villa with a large gin and a fat cigar right now? I have seen collections that would make Bezos look like a Big Issue salesman. There were some on there going for thirty quid each!
Another opportunity for riches has just sailed by..........
But these prices are only for copies without pages ripped out or stuck together. Probably rules out 90% of army 'pre-owned' jazz mags.

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without an open hole, there ain’t no goal
Exactly. It's all too easy to blame the bloke for chasing after the split, but lets be honest here. There are quite a few pad wifes that do the chasing as well.
 
But these prices are only for copies without pages ripped out or stuck together. Probably rules out 90% of army 'pre-owned' jazz mags.

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Surely the term is 'pre loved'
 
When my father spoke about his time in Germany during National Service, would be early 50's, he talks about schemes. He was REME, mainly tank recovery, virtually all his NS (2 years) was in Germany. Made Lance Jack 6 times, didn't really suffer fools gladly :)
Did he tell people that you played piano in a gay brothel, to deflect the shame of telling people that his son was in the RAF?

:)

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At my last RCT posting in BAOR, a certain officers wife used to throw it around as hubby apparently couldn’t get it up and besides which, he cared little for her any more. I had also decided that my future in the Forces would be better served by transferring, so was waiting for the Paras to give me the nod.
For a while she would concentrate on RE toms (who we shared the Camp with) as they were neither Officers or RCT, and she could indulge as much as she wanted, with a reduced chance of getting caught.
However, she wasn’t overly concerned in the long run where they came from so long as she got what she needed/wanted. So one quiet evening in a bar in town, she breezes in and spy’s the only Tom in the joint, Me. About this time I was well pissed off with her hubby, my own OC and his attitude towards me, and as she staggered towards me (I forgot to mention that she performed usually when tanked up on Asbach Uralt), it was clear that this was a prime opportunity for a bit of pay-back. So the deed was done, and apart from the drink, she was quite a performer.
Now as everybody who has served knows (unlike the vast majority of Arrse membership) officers wives as a NCO are an absolute no-no, as indeed as Pads wives in general. But WTF, this was ‘revengay’ and it was fun.
As time moved on, her car became a regular shaggfest, unfortunately the camp was surrounded by ranges and tank tracks. And one sports afternoon (Wednesday for the LMF amongst us) whilst we were at it, half a dozen or so fellow Trogs came bimbling pass out for a run.
Within days, it was clear that the game was up and the cacky was well and truly flying. What saved me was the transfer and that she had ‘sorted’ out quite a lot of RE Toms as mentioned above.
Lord knows what happened to her, removed back to the U.K. I supposed. Not that I truly cared.


Memory jog:- Snow queen. 1977. The Christmas and new year course. Officers, their ditzy wives and brats. Me Married, with wife and kid with me for the season. I am asked to take an officers wife up the Bolsterlang slopes, just me and her, her officer husband, a captain is a total dipstick, A monumental knob of the highest order, and his wife know that all the permanent staff know it, and she was well up for it. On the slopes she says" Can we do some off piste skiing?" off we go, and down she goes, flat on her back, and proceeds to unzip her one piece costume, and is bollock naked.

my wife and daughter are back at the ski hut, so its not an option. I help her up, and very silently we finish the day. back at the hut, it transpires that she has over the following few days left, managed to screw the other instructors, and a couple of the single junior officers on the course. As far as I know, her plonker of an old man, never found out.

A very distraught posh officers wife appears at the hut, half way through a course, starts ranting and raving about her wayward husband. We all knew that he had shacked up with a teacher from the BFES classes that were the highlight of the school year, first week in January. Said officer suddenly gets a recall to regiment, surprise surprise. 1978
 
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Memory jog:- Snow queen. 1977. The Christmas and new year course. Officers, their ditzy wives and brats. Me Married, with wife and kid with me for the season. I am asked to take an officers wife up the Bolsterlang slopes, just me and her, her officer husband, a captain is a total dipstick, A monumental knob of the highest order, and his wife know that all the permanent staff know it, and she was well up for it. On the slopes she says" Can we do some off piste skiing?" off we go, and down she goes, flat on her back, and proceeds to unzip her one piece costume, and is bollock naked.

my wife and daughter are back at the ski hut, so its not an option. I help her up, and very silently we finish the day. back at the hut, it transpires that she has over the following few days left, manager to screw the other instructors, and a couple of the single junior officers on the course. As far as I know, her plonker of an old man, never found out.
Your training evidently didn’t kick in when required most, dig a snow hole, job jobbed......
 
Does anyone know if pad shagging happens as much in the officers married quarters as it does with other ranks?
I know that disciplinary outcomes tend to be harsher... well so I understand.
 
I never actively chased it, but I was offered a lot. Blatantly.
And I'm sure a lot of other chaps are the same.
Without a doubt mate. I made that point that its okay to blame the bloke but like I said; you aren't married to the bloke.
 
Does anyone know if pad shagging happens as much in the officers married quarters as it does with other ranks?
I know that disciplinary outcomes tend to be harsher... well so I understand.
Saffer 'camps' saw reserve force chaps called up and sent to operational areas every so often after their initial two years.
Chaps were told in no uncertain terms that anyone caught dallying with a brother officer's wife while he was away was looking at a GCM.

As one CO put it "Even if she wipes her poes juice dripping panties in your face." (Loses a bit in translation, sorry
 
Did he tell people that you played piano in a gay brothel, to deflect the shame of telling people that his son was in the RAF?

:)

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He hadn't even met my mother then. He's not methusalah :)
 

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