J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

The showers hissed. Steam billowed from the chromed heads. Vera Thomas glared from violet eyes at the two older girls standing before her and Sandy. She tipped her face up in a haughty way, and her dark hair slid along her trim shoulders. She took a deep breath, and her sharp, conical tits thrust against her blouse and accentnated the slender, long waist.

The tableau was reflected by the long mirror over the row of sinks in the dormitory bathroom where the glass wasn't being clouded by the steam. Vera caught sight of herself from the corner of her eye and was aware of her trim, voluptuous beauty in spite of the drab clothing she had to wear.

The shorter girl in front of her wore her light red hair in a close crop, nearly boyish in length. She had a roundish face and round tits that barely bumped her blouse. She was trying hard not to giggle and destroy the mock seriousness of the moment. Her green eyes fairly twinkled.

The one doing the talking was taller and heftier, with solid tits and a packed ass. Her mouse-brown hair was cut in a pageboy that framed her stern face and accented the full lips of a mouth that was too big for the rest of her features.

"Cadet Thomas, I gave you a direct order," she barked, smacking her left palm with an object, again and again. "Strip for shower duty!"

Vera set her fine jaw and glared again. The rodlike object smacked the open palm. Strong fingers curled around it in a loving kind of grasp, released it, and opened for the next slap.

Sandy stood at Vera's left, more or less at attention, not knowing whether to be afraid or to make a game of it the way she did with most things. She was a petite little thing with blonde hair and freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks. She was Vera's life-long friend and now her roommate at the academy, also a new cadet.

All four girls wore blouse-and-skirt uniforms of coordinated military green. The main difference was that the older girls sported Second Lieutenant bars on their collars.

"One more time, girls, and then Hoffman and I are going to report you to Captain Garner for insubordination," the hefty one said in her best snarl, smacking her palm once more. "Strip naked – now!"

Hoffman couldn't suppress her giggles any longer. Her face wrinkled cutely. She glanced at Smith apologetically, putting one hand to her mouth and the other into her crotch, cupping her pussy slightly with it. She straightened up and looked serious again.

Vera caught Sandy's movement beside her. The little blonde had undone the first two buttons of her blouse and was working on the third.

"Stop, Sandy," Vera said. "I don't think they can report us for a damn thing. Stripping isn't a proper order." She shifted her weight to one leg, which made her trim hip flare under the skirt. She saw the way Smith's eyes went to the line of it and her fingers clasped the long object lingeringly again.

Smith glowered and came a step forward, thrusting her face upward into Vera's. "Defiant bitch, aren't you?" she snarled. "Well, we'll take care of that in just a minute. Shower duty is required of all new cadets at Bronson Academy. It's part of the training to teach you to follow orders from your superiors and to make you stop thinking you're somebody around here. You're nothing Thomas! You got that – nothing! Maw, you can pull shower duty with me and Hoffman or with Captain Garner herself, take your choice. Only I'll guarantee you'll like it better with us, won't they, Hoffman?"

Hoffman giggled and grabbed at her crotch again, her eyes really twinkling now. "Maybe she's a lez, too, Beth," she said. "Maybe she'd like it better with Garner, after all."

Sandy's eyes widened. "Captain Garner – a lez? Really?" She paused in the middle of running her skirt zipper down over her round, tight little asscheeks.

Beth Smith turned her head toward Sandy and grinned wickedly. "Does that idea appeal to you, Cadet Perkins?" Her eyes took on a heated look. "You like girl games do you?"

Vera watched their eyes meet. Then she didn't believe the words or the expression that came from her friend's face.

"Sometimes," Sandy said, her freckles glowing in the steam that was beginning to fill the room.

"You and I are going to get along just fine. Perkins," Smith said huskily.

"What – just what happens with shower duty, Ma'am?" Sandy asked a pink tongue darting out to lick her full lips.

"You obey orders, of course," Smith grinned.

She looked directly into Vera's violet eyes again. "And you get your mouth washed out – your south mouth. With this!"

She whipped the long object from behind her back and held it right under Vera's nose. It was a bar of soap. Not a bar, exactly. It was a cock of soap. Long, thick, flesh colored, complete in every detail, with coronal ridge and veins and balls.

Vera shrank back slightly her eyes fixed on the realistic prick of soap. She felt an inner trembling that she tried very hard not to let show on her face.

This was madness. She had to stop this from happening. She couldn't let this bitch fuck a cock into her virginal pussy. Not any kind of cock. Not even one made of soap.

"Is that before or after we're supposed to use it on you, Lieutenant?" she said as insolently as she could.

"Just for that, Thomas, I think I'll wash your ass out with it, too," she said nastily, giving the rod a twist. Then, without taking her domineering gaze from Vera's eyes, she spoke to the little redhead. "Judy, go see if Cora's got our little surprise ready. I don't think Thomas is going to cooperate with us and be fun. I think she's going to need some help with her shower duty after all." She grinned again. "One of the first lessons in tactics, Thomas – have some troops in reserve."

Judy Hoffman hesitated, squeezing her crotch harder. "I don't think we should do that, Beth," she said fearfully. "If Miriam finds out about the surprise, she'll kill us!"

Beth turned her head. "You let me worry about Miriam. I know how to handle her. I know just what the captain likes." She licked her full lips with an astonishingly long tongue and let out a laugh that was unexpectedly rich and throaty. "Go on. And see if her car's back yet while you're at it."

Judy shook her hand over her cunt this time, bowing her knees slightly to give her excited pussy a good squeeze. She hurried around the wall of sinks out of sight into the other half of the room to where the toilet stalls were. There was the sound of a window being opened hushed whispers, some rustling and scraping. Judy stuck her head around the corner of the wall.

"They're here, Beth," she said. "Miriam's car isn't at her cottage."

Beth grinned again, swelling her chest, making her tits push her blouse out. "Cadets Cobb and Bast – enter and stand at attention!" she barked.

Vera turned her head to look and gasped as two boys rounded the corner and stood stiffly, trying not to leer at Sandy, who had let her skirt drop and stood in yellow bikini panties.

"You've finished your kitchen duty and are on free time now?" Beth asked them.

"Yeah," the blonde one said, grinning toward Sandy.

"Yes, Lt. Smith!" Beth barked.

"Uh, right, Ma'am – Lieutenant." Bast nodded. He licked his lips and couldn't hide the way his cock was stiffening inside his fatigue pants. Good muscles bulged at his T-shirt. His eyes shifted from the running showers to Sandy and Vera, to the officers. "Those showers would feel mighty good right now, Ma'am."

"Don't anticipate me, Bast," Beth ordered. She turned the soap cock in her hand, holding it tightly as she eyed the boys. "Over here on the women's side, we have what is known as shower duty, a training exercise for our new cadets."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bast said, still eyeing Sandy, taking in the pert swell of her asscheeks inside the tight panties, the heft of her tits inside her bra.