J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

"On occasion," Beth continued, "we have a reluctant cadet. At such times, it becomes necessary to comandeer assistance. This is one of those times. You will therefore assist these two cadets in stripping for shower duty. Be aware, however, that any breach of silence on this matter – to anyone – will result in charges placed against both of you of entering the womens' quarters in an unlawful and unmilitary manner. Captain Garner will see that the charges stick, you have my word on it. Is all that clear, gentlemen?"

"Perfectly clear, Lt. Smith." Bast grinned, his cock fully stiff now. He glanced at Cobb beside him and elbowed him. "Damn, Frank, this is one order I don't mind taking, huh?"

Frank Cobb barely acknowledged his roommate. He couldn't take his eyes from Vera. They went over her dark hair, her thrusting tits, her long, slim waist and flaring ass, over and over. But mostly, he couldn't stop looking at her face. There was something disquieting about it – not just the haughty, nearly insolent expression. Something more; something nearly familiar. As if he'd known her before. Not just seen her, like in a dream but had known her.

Vera was having the same feelings as she looked at Frank. The dark hair, the dark eyes, the line of his cheekbones and jaw… God, he looked actually resembled her father! A younger version of him. Something. God, it was uncanny!

"Just so there is no question as to the outcome, gentlemen, you may use whatever mode of persuasion is necessary to accomplish the order I've given you. Cadet flast, you may assist Cadet Perkins in removing her blouse, bra and. Panties after you have stripped yourself and displayed that stiff cock you're trying to hide from all of us."

Vera sucked in her breath and looked quicky at Beth. The girl's eyes were on her, tormenting her, ridiculing her somehow.

Bast let out a quick laugh and didn't hesitate. He grabbed his T-shirt and stripped it over his blond head. He undid the pants and pushed them down his hips along with his shorts, kicked his shoes off, and stood there, proud and ready, his cock spearing forward, thick and heavy. Vera stared with revulsion and then looked away, feeling suddenly chilled. Sandy's eyes widened with pleasure, and a soft sound came from her throat. Judy grabbed her pussy and rubbed it steadily. Beth inspected the fine prick and tipped her head slightly.

"Not bad, Bast – not bad." She held up the soap cock. "But not quite as good as this. Cadet Cobb – what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Didn't you hear the order to strip?"

"No, Ma'am," Frank said, shifting his feet, finally taking his eyes from Vera's splendid body.

"You can be replaced, Cobb."

"I wouldn't want that, Ma'am," he said, shoving his pants down.

It took him a moment after he was naked, but he finally looked at Vera again. He saw revulsion in her expression – distaste, fear, contempt and a certain fascination. He saw Bill had already gone to Sandy and had slipped her blouse from her shoulders and was working on the clasp of her bra. When it came free, the girl's hard cones jutted forward. Bill's stiff cock was buried in the slick nylon between the full asscheeks, and both of them were breathing hard. He stepped toward Vera.

"Don't you touch me," Vera hissed, her chin up, her violet eyes ice cold.

The others were watching Bast roll Sandy's panties over her butt.

"Don't make this any tougher than necessary Vera," Frank said quietly.

"It isn't necessary at all, dud you know it."

"You don't know that bitch Smith the way I do. She's why I'm still just a cadet. Bill too. This is my second year here, his third. It necessary. Just stand still." He reached for her blouse buttons.

"Captain Garner wouldn't tolerate this if she knew."

Frank grinned wryly. "Miriam? Who, do you think puts them up to this? She's using them to soften you up for her. The captain likes her girls tall and slim and dark best of all, you're in line, honey."

Vera looked at him and nearly gagged. His fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. She watched his eye as he tread the halves apart and took in the full, conical thrust of her tits inside the confining bra. He liked what he saw. The more he liked it, the more repelled and fearful she became. It was that way with all boys.

She looked over hiss shoulder to the shower. Water sprayed over Sandy's petite body; Bill Bast was behind her, his hard, swollen cock lifting up between her thighs, sliding under her crotch. His hands covered both her small tits, lather foaming from them as he squeezed and rubbed. He pumped his hips back and forth against Sandy's tight butt cheeks, and his cockhead poked in and out from her crotch; making it look startlingly as it she had her own prick. Her puffy cuntlips were spread around the shaft the running water matted her blond curls against them, leaving her pussy peculiarly naked.

Sandy was going to let him fuck her. Vera just knew it. Sandy loved to be fucked. She loved being all giggly and wiggly and cute when there were boys around. Best friend or not, Vera was becoming increasingly disgusted with Sandy. She'd turned into a cunt. Just a dumb, servile cunt. Show her a cock, and she was ready to be used by it, abused by it, like so many women throughout history.

She'd never been able to convince Sandy that all that was over now. Women had rights now. Just as many rights as men. Maybe more. They were just as good at everything and maybe better at some. Maybe even soldiering. Vera had come to Bronson Military Academy to prove it.

Only now she'd run into two dumb bitches who were undermining everything with their stupid game of shower duty. Didn't Smith and Hoffman realize they were only perpetuating the old way with this crap? Didn't they care they were officers – women officers? Didn't they know what it meant?

"Get your Goddamn hands off my tits, Frank!" she snarled quietly, feeling the fury inside her make her dizzy.

He'd undone her bra. His hands were cupping and kneading the sharp cones of her tin. Her skirt was in a puddle at her feet. The only thing between her virginal pussy and his throbbing cockhead was the thin, slick barrier of her panties, and he would never burst through that into her body. Not with his stinking male cock!

"Into the shower, Thomas!" Beth barked, staring at the big red nipples on the ends of Vera's tits. "Well, what are you waiting for, Cobb? Get the panties off her ass! Quit staring at her like she was a Goddamn statue or something. I know you've seen a naked twat before, Cobb. Remember?" She laughed with that rich sound again.

"How could I forget, Lieutenant?" Frank said. He reached for Vera's panties, his fingers brushing the skin of her soft belly. She jerked her hips back, her tits jiggling against his naked chest, the nipples tingling with unwanted sensation.

Smith came over to them. She had taken off her uniform. Her thighs and butt cheeks were heavy, and they jiggled when she walked. Her tits were big round melons with dark nipples. Surprisingly – or maybe not – her pussy was shaved hairless, the small, plump lips completely bald. She waved the cock of soap at Vera.

"Cooperate, Thomas, or I'll ram this up your cunt right now – dry!"

Frank caught her eye just as she was ready to explode and shove the Goddamn soap down Smith's big mouth. "Take it easy, Vera," he said softly, reaching for her panties again.

Vera swallowed. She stood stiffly and let him do it.

His touch was gentle at least. He didn't snatch the panties from her pussy. He rolled them gently down the sides of her hips and over the swells of her tightly packed ass. The back of his hand brushed her pussy hairs and pressed the sweet lips for an agonizing moment. Then his hands were sliding the nylon down her thighs. Vera let out her breath and felt her heart pound wildly.