“No, ma’am, I’ve never been in love.”
“Well, let me tell you what falling in love is like, Cadet,” she says. “It is like having your heart torn out and replaced with something bigger, but much more fragile. You’re never the same after you fall in love, and the first time… that is the time that sets the standard for all other times, all other loves. And when you fall that first time, Cadet… there will be nothing else. For hours, days, weeks. Some part of you will be focused on the one you love at all times. To call love a distraction is an understatement, Cadet.”
“Good girl,” Terra smiles as you tentatively move your fingers from between your legs, leaving yourself vulnerable to her punishment.
“Please, ma’am,” you whimper. “I am sorry. I did forget.”
“What did you forget?” Her palm is low on your belly, her eyes warm but intense.
“You…” you say, in almost a whisper. “I mean, not you, of course. I mean, I know who you are, but I…”
“You forgot that I am not someone to be crossed lightly, Cadet. And you probably still don’t know the lengths to which I would go to maintain control when necessary. But you forgot something even more important. Something I told you at the very beginning when you first joined this unit.”
You gulp. “What, ma’am?”
She leans in further, a fraction of an inch bringing her impossibly close. “What you really forgot, Cadet, is that I own you.”
66% of readers thought that flipping Terra off was a good idea… shall we see if they were correct?
You keep silent and let your finger do the talking, the middle digit rising in defiance of Terra and her warning.
Her brows rise as she takes the gesture in, as well as the smirk which establishes itself on your lips.
She lets your shirt go and stands up, looking down at you. There is a long silence in which she examines you, her gaze running over and through you. You’re not certain what to do, and slowly your finger, once held so erect, curls down on itself and returns to a less offensive position.
“Sarah’s really rude to me,” you mention as you slide into the big comfortable double bed just a few feet away from Terra.
“I know,” Terra agrees, turning back her own covers. “I don’t think that’s going to last much longer now that Grisham has appointed herself your knight in shining armor.”
“Shouldn’t…” you hesitate before finishing the sentence, then do it anyway. “Shouldn’t you have stopped her? In the beginning?”
Terra’s brows rise in your direction as she sits on her bed, facing you.
“Just because… uhm, I mean… I like Terra, but…” you’re glad for how dark it is because you’re blushing so hard you’d probably look like a tomato in daylight. “I like you too.”
“You like me, huh,” Grisham says with a slow smile.
“Well, I like you too, Cadet,” she purrs in a way which sends bolts of excitement shooting up and down your spine. She’s so relaxed, so confident and calm. The more nervous and tongue tied you feel, the more she’s in control.
“We’re not allowed to like each other too much because of Terra’s orders,” you remind Grisham.
“Well,” Grisham says as she leans back and extends her arm along the back of the bench on which she’s sitting. “How about I like you just enough?” The question is accompanied by one of those sexy smirks, the curl of her lip making you quiver deep in your belly. Continue reading
“Uhm… I guess,” you squirm. “I mean maybe something like, 75% of me wants her.”
“And the other 25%?”
“It wants cake, I think,” you say with a little smile over your shoulder at Grisham.
As you look over at Terra, Terra catches your eye and beckons you. She then turns and walks out of the front door. You cast one look back at Grisham and Sarah before following her out to the front of the cabin where there’s a small porch with a railing. Terra rests one hand on the railing and looks out at the wooded camp.
For a second you’re struck all over again by just how beautiful she is. She has a military elegance, a feminine warmth which draws you every time you’re alone. You’re glad she’s taken you out here to talk to you, it’s felt like way too long since the two of you had a meaningful conversation.
“How are you, Cadet?” Her question is oddly casual when you consider what’s going on back in the cabin.
“Me, ma’am? I’m, fine, I guess.”
“You think I’m trying to hurt you?” Grisham smirks down at Sarah. “Girl, I know how to hurt you. This isn’t me trying to hurt you. This is me showing you that you are not as immune to consequences as you think you are. This is me showing you that there’s no practical difference between you and Cadet. You’ll both have your bottoms spanked if you need it.”
Sarah blushes, then lets out a little yelp as Grisham’s palm lands crisply against her bottom.
“Okay, fine!” Sarah gasps. “I get it, you’re stronger than me. Congratulations. We’ll throw a parade.”
“Little girl, you are going to have your bottom bared if you don’t stop with the attitude,” Grisham warns her.
“Sarah, sweetheart,” Grisham says. “You are going to come here, you are going to bend over my knee, and you are going to have your bottom spanked.”
“Am not,” Sarah growls. Her voice is getting softer though, even her growls aren’t as aggressive as they were before. They’re almost cute little snarls as she lowers her head and looks at Grisham under her lashes.
You can’t help but notice every time Grisham says something Sarah gets squirmier and somehow… smaller? Not literally, of course. Shes not shrinking. There’s just something about her which seems to be dwindling under Grisham’s attention. Continue reading
Sarah’s embarrassment and nervousness is palpable.
Grisham remains firm. She doesn’t look impressed by Sarah’s behavior, but she’s not exactly going all, well, Grisham on her. You can’t help but think back to the first time you met Grisham, how determined she was to thrash you for your disobedience, and how she ended up warming your bottom thoroughly before putting you to bed.
Even now you know you’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble if you were doing what Sarah is doing, and Sarah doesn’t seem to be getting in any kind of trouble for it.
“Sarah,” Grisham repeats. “Come back over here.”
“Shut up before I make you shut up!” You fire back, disregarding the fact that Sarah could dismember you piece by piece with her bare hands with no trouble at all.
“What are you going to do?” Sarah smirks, her blue eyes alight with malevolent pleasure. Your anger pleases her, you can see that quite clearly.
“She’s not going to do anything,” Grisham says, her voice deep with authority. “Sarah, I don’t want to hear another word out of you today. Not. A. Single. Word. Understand?” As she speaks, she stalks closer to Sarah, her height and bulk casting a shadow over Sarah.
Sarah shrugs, the smirk still on her face. She doesn’t need to say anything now she’s annoyed you.
After being picked up by Terra and Sarah, you’ve all made your way to Forrester Forest Base where you’ve been assigned a small apartment. Forrester base isn’t as heavily fortified as the one you left, and escape, should any of your party choose to attempt it, would be as simple as wandering off into the trees. A chain link fence surrounds the fortress proper, but it is broken from age in several places and permeable to all manner of creatures.
“So I guess they just don’t care about security here,” you note as Terra leads you through the tree lined paths which make the base feel more like holiday camp than a military installation. Continue reading