“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
You wake a few hours later, still curled up with Grisham. It’s pretty dark outside and you can hear rain drizzling against the leaves of the trees at the mouth of the cave. It’s a nice sound accompanied by a wet, earthy smell and for the first time in a while, you feel a nice warm fuzzy relaxed feeling.
“Morning, Cadet,” she says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “How are you feeling now?”
“Better,” you admit. “I needed a nap.”
“I really don’t,” you say, squirming for the ground. “Just let me go already, so I can do your bidding, ma’am. I really want to follow your orders right now.”
“You think being a sarcastic little brat is a good move, Cadet?” Grisham gives you a little shake. Her expression is stern, her dark eyes narrowed with displeasure. On some level, you’re aware that you’re not acting remotely professionally, but on another, you really don’t care.
“I have to prove myself to you,” you say. “So I do want to follow your orders. I want to follow every order you can think of.”
“Okay,” Grisham says, lowering you back to your feet. “How’s this for an order. Bend over and hold your ankles.” Continue reading
You shrug and say nothing in response to Terra’s question, half expecting Terra to lecture you for your attitude. To your surprise, Terra gives Grisham a sharp look.
“Are you sure everything is alright in here, Grisham?”
“Mhm. A pouting brat doesn’t count as something wrong in my book,” Grisham replies smoothly.
“I gave my word once. I’m in this unit for good or bad, hell or high water,” you say, meaning every word. As scary and strange as this all is, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.
“Thank you, Cadet,” Terra says, her eyes warm with appreciation. “You owe us nothing, but you’re prepared to give everything. I will do my best to make sure you are safe. I have no desire to see anyone hurt any further than they already have been.”
“No,” Sarah pipes up suddenly. “She’s going to need too much babysitting. Send her home.”