PT 12: Spanked Sorry

You can’t believe you just came over Instructor Terra’s lap. You find yourself totally mute as your brain searches and fails to find something appropriate to say.

“Sorry,” you end up whimpering in a just barely audible voice. “I didn’t mean to…”

Terra runs her hand over your bare bottom, then grabs the waistband of your pants and panties and to your immense relief, pulls them back up.

“Sit up,” she says.

You stand up from her lap, your legs feeling more than a little weak, your face flushed with embarrassment. You can’t bring yourself to look at her.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat yourself, hanging your head so your hair falls into your eyes and provides you some cover from Terra’s magnetic gaze.

“It’s alright,” she says. “You can’t help your reaction. It’s kind of cute.”

Cute? That’s it. You are going to sink right into the floor.

“Uhm. I am sorry for wasting your time,” you say. “I, uhm, will just take my fail.”

You want to run away so badly. But Terra reaches out and takes your hand.

“Look at me, cadet.”

You shake your head a little. You can never look at her ever again. Ever. Ever. Again. Right now your butt is still stinging and hot, your clit is tingling and you don’t know how you’re going to make it out of here without melting down into a puddle of pure humiliation.

She rises from her chair and stands next to you.

“Look at me,” she repeats.

You can’t. You just can’t.

Her fingers slide underneath your chin and lift your face to hers. There’s no avoiding her aurora blue gaze now, even as your stomach churns with embarrassed nerves.

“You’re not in trouble,” she repeats, her eyes warm. “And your… reaction, is not your fault. Nor was it entirely an accident.”

Your mouth falls open as you stare at her. Not an accident? What does that mean?

She smiles and pulls her fingers away from your chin. “I didn’t intend to give you pleasure,” she explains. “But you respond to pain, and when I realized that, I wanted to see how far I could take you.”

“So, that was an experiment to you?” Your hot blush starts to turn to anger rather than embarrassment. You felt so guilty when you climaxed over her thighs, and now it turns out she intended for that to happen all along!?

“Settle down, cadet,” she warns. “I am not toying with you. I cannot train someone I do not understand. I understand you better now.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Well,” you say. “That’s good. Because I don’t understand you at all.”

(No poll today 🙂 But the story continues tomorrow!)

PT 11: A Spanking Climax

“No! Please!” You put your hand back to try to stop her from pulling your panties down too.

There’s a quick swat to the back of your hand and then your panties come down too, your bottom bared to Terra’s eyes. You were so proud of yourself when you were accepted into the Academy. You felt as accomplished as you’d ever felt in your life. And now you feel as small as you’ve ever felt. Even when you were small, you didn’t feel this small.

“This is for the bad attitude,” Terra informs you, renewing the slaps to your bare cheeks this time. You let out a surprised hiss as you feel the skin of her palm on your bottom. In all your fantasies about Terra, even the wildest ones, you never imagined that she’d actually touch your naked butt. You also never had any idea that it would hurt so much when she did. Each of the slaps now stings so much worse than before, it feels as though she’s unleashed a horde of tiny hornets on your skin.

On the other side, or rather, the under side of things, your situation is becoming increasingly dire. The stimulation of your now bare pussy rubbing against Terra’s thigh is making you wet. And not just a little damp. Your body is responding to her presence, her touch, her discipline with pure arousal. You can feel your upper thighs starting to get slick and it’s all you can do to press them together to try to hide the unintended consequences of her punishment. She already doesn’t like your attitude, you figure she’d be mad if she knew every slap made your clit grind against her leg and took you closer to what’s feeling a lot like an illicit orgasm.

“Are you going to improve your attitude, cadet?”

“Yes ma’am!” You gasp the words, hoping that she stops spanking you before you actually climax against her. You can’t even imagine how much trouble that would get you in.

“I hope so,” she lectures as she continues to deliver those crisp swats to one cheek and then the other, “if not, you’re going to end up over my lap more often.”

“Mnnnnn,” you moan unintelligibly. You don’t mean to, it just escapes your lips as she lands a slap particularly low on your bottom, near the center.

“I’m sorry, cadet,” Terra says. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

You’re finding it hard to speak as you instinctively hold your breath, every muscle in your body getting tighter as you slide toward the inevitable orgasm which has been building since you laid eyes on her.

“Uhmmmmmm…” it still comes out like a moan, and she’s spanking you harder, her palm beating a wicked tattoo against your cheeks, urging your hips into a frantic dance which finally delivers you into orgasm… “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” You feel a rush of release low in your belly as you cum, Terra still spanking you as your pussy clenches and your hips squirm and your thighs part just a little out of sheer instinct.

In the seconds after your climax, you freeze. Terra’s palm has stilled on your left cheek, leaving your butt blazing hot and stinging.

“What was that, cadet?” Her inquiry is delivered in an inscrutable tone which doesn’t shed any light on whether you’re in trouble or not.

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PT 10: Sternly Spanked

“Whatever,” you repeat in a sullen tone.

“Oh, I see,” she says, her tone dipping into a new stern low. “I give you an opportunity to resit an assessment, you turn around, assault one of your cohort, and then give me attitude when punished for it.”

Her hand meets your bottom in a hard slap which makes you gasp as a sting like no other bursts across your cheeks. You had no idea she had so much power in her palm. That is the first slap of several dozen like it, delivered hard enough to make laying still over her lap impossible. She is thrashing you like the little brat she accused you of acting like and every time her hand lands on your bottom, you buck and squirm in an uncontrollable reaction to having your butt seared.

“I think you’ve been flying under my radar, cadet,” Terra says grimly. “I hadn’t picked up on any of this attitude.”

She stops spanking you for a moment, but only to pull your uniform pants down below your bottom, leaving your panty clad butt vulnerable. And then the spanking starts again. Your black regulation panties do nothing to protect your bottom and you feel the blazing heat of every swat what feels like a million times over.

Soon you cannot help but squeal and yelp as she spanks you sternly, your eyes filling with tears. Your butt feels swollen and hot, even between spanks it is aching and burning, and to make matters worse, your uniform pants have been making their way steadily down your thighs, leaving your crotch pressed against Terra’s leg, the sensitive parts of your body responding to the spanking in a very embarrassing way.

“I was going to make this a one-off punishment,” she said. “But I think you’re going to need more of these, Cadet Brat.”

Her palm smooths over your bottom – and to your dismay, you feel her thumb hook into the waistband of your panties…

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PT 9: Spanked Like A Little Brat

The softness of the spanking makes you think that maybe Terra isn’t going to be too mean to you. She understands that you’ve been stressed, and that’s got to save you some trouble. Right?

“Boris has always teased me,” you whimper. “My whole life he’s been there taunting me. He used to steal my dolls when I would play in the village square. One time, he put one in the bucket and wound it down into the well until I promised I’d bring him all the berries I could carry.”

Terra’s palm meets your bottom in a crisp slap which makes you yelp with surprise.

“You were a little girl then,” Terra says, her voice melodious and firm. “But you’re not anymore, are you. You’re a cadet. Though if you act like a little brat now, you will find yourself getting treated like one.”

You blush and yelp as she swats your butt firmly over and over, making it tingle and sting. You feel very small and very sorry for yourself, and more than a little embarrassed as she heats your bottom with her palm, doing just as she says, treating you like a little brat. Every swat presses your hips against her thigh and sends a bolt of a much more mature sensation rushing through you. She has no idea how this is undoing you. You spend so much time pretending not to have a crush on her, and so much time doing your best to put on a brave face. But being spanked over her knee makes it impossible to maintain either of those illusions.

“Whatever,” you mumble as a way of saving face.

Her palm stills immediately. “Excuse me, cadet?”

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PT 8: A Gentle Spanking

You moan softly as Terra rubs your bottom. The mood is changing slowly. What started as a lecture and punishment now feels more intimate. You don’t know if it is supposed to, but it does.

“I’m surprised at you,” she says gently. “You’ve been a perfect cadet ever since you arrived. And in one day, you’ve acted out more than most do the entire time they’re here. Kicking your comrades, trying to evade the consequences, arriving late for a special session… What’s going on with you, cadet?”

Her hand moves hypnotically over your bottom, soothing you. You start to relax, which is the last thing you ever thought you could do while pressed over your instructor’s thighs, but the low calming tone of her voice and the slow, caressing motion of her palm are making it difficult to stay guarded.

“I don’t know,” you whimper softly. “It’s.. I’m failing. I’ve waited my whole life for this, and I’m going to fail.”

Her palm lifts from your bottom, then returns in a soft slap which just barely stings. “You’re not failing,” she says. “Most of your scores are very good. You’re having trouble in one or two areas, which is normal. This is a difficult program. We take only the best of the best and we train them to their highest capacities. You will fail things in this program, cadet. It’s designed that way. You can’t stop yourself from failing sometimes. But you can stop that failure from breaking you.”

She lifts her palm and spanks you several times, her palm going from one side of your bottom to the other, building a slow sting through your uniform. With each slap, you squirm against her grip, whimpering softly. It doesn’t really hurt all that much, but every slap is like a bolt through your soul, making you tremendously embarrassed about your behavior.

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(No poll today 🙂 , your spanking continues tomorrow. At the time of writing, in the last poll the ‘moan’ option was winning over the sarcastic response, but not to worry, you’ll shoot your mouth off sooner or later 😉 )

PT 7: Taken Over Her Lap

You’ve been trained to obey, but this is one order you just can’t obey. It’s far too embarrassing. You’ve dreamed about what it would feel like for Terra to touch you, but not like this. You turn, but before you can even take a step, Terra grabs you by the back of the collar.

“Not so fast, cadet,” she says calmly as she pulls you backward, turns you and then tips you over her lap in one easy motion which strongly suggests she’s done this before. You find yourself balanced over her thighs, your crotch pressing against her right leg in a way which is… stimulating. Staring at the smooth floor, you can barely believe that this is happening to you. Terra wraps one strong arm around your waist. You buck instinctively when her palm smooths over your raised bottom. Her touch is essentially intimate, there’s no way it can’t be. Her fingers are inches away from all the most sensitive parts of you, and the feeling of her hand casually resting on your bottom makes your heart race and your body squirm.

“No cadet of mine takes her temper out on her cohort,” she says, lecturing you in that calm voice which makes you feel more ashamed than ever. “I don’t know where you’ve been hiding that temper, but we’re going to work through it.”

As she speaks, her palm is circling your bottom slowly. She hasn’t swatted you yet, but you know that’s coming.

“Do you understand, cadet?”

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PT 6: Bend Over Her Knee

Terra cocks her head and looks at you with her brow raised. “Oh, it’s not what it looks like? What is it then, cadet?”

“Boris always taunts me,” you start to explain. “He was mocking me for failing the test…”

“So you kicked him.”

Now you hear it out of her mouth, it doesn’t sound as justifiable as it felt when your foot met Boris’ shin.

“Are you looking for a combat rating, cadet?”

Her question is dry and possibly sarcastic but you take it literally. You didn’t join to fight. You joined because it was an opportunity to get off your far-flung little hovel and see some of the universe. You’ve signed up in a technical capacity, though all cadets get the same basic training.

You shake your head. “No ma’am.”

Terra plays the loop again, as you wish you could just sink into the floor.

“That’s the most effective thing you’ve done since you came in here,” she muses as you blush furiously. “No hesitation. Pure action.” She almost sounds admiring – until her next sentence. “Unfortunately, that action was to assault a ranking cadet. Do you recall the consequence for that as written in the disciplinary code?”

Of course you can remember. You know the disciplinary code forward and back. Upside down even.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. “Section II, paragraph 4: Any cadet who engages in hostile behavior towards another cadet is to be put on probation and given corrective training.

“So you know you’re on probation now,” Terra says. “You check in with me three times a day. No matter what.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she nods. She turns off the loop and turns to the chair. You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that little interlude is over. Being on probation isn’t good, but at least it means you get to see more of Terra.

Wait, what is Terra doing?

She adjusts the chair, pushing the arm rests out of the way and sits in it. You’re surprised and a little confused. Shouldn’t you be sitting in the chair?

“And now for the second part of the punishment,” she says, the word ‘punishment’ sending a tingle through you. “Over my lap, cadet.”

“What!” Your eyes widen and your face is consumed with a heated blush.

“This is the corrective training,” she says. “A good, long spanking should sort you out.”

You thought the corrective training would be drills or extra study. You never knew you could be spanked for what you did. Terra looks at you expectantly, her eyes locked on yours, and crooks her finger in your direction.

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PT 5: In Trouble With Terra

Deciding to get some study in before your next meeting with your instructor, you go back to the dorm and bury your head in your books. You’re pretty good at studying, and you love the material. You might not always get the practical stuff right, but knowing the theory has to help. It got you this far.

You get so deep into your books that before you know it, the dinner hour has come and gone. It’s not until your room mate and her girlfriend come back from their meal that you suddenly realize you’re running late! You scramble to run a brush through your hair, put a little mascara and lipstick on to look your best and rush down to the training chamber. There you find Instructor Terra waiting for you, her arms folded over her chest, an inscrutable expression on her face. She looks… hot, though you don’t like to think of her as hot. That seems sort of disrespectful. But she is a very handsome woman, and because nobody is in the cyber gym at this hour, most of the lights are off around the single chamber. It makes her look somewhat imposing and serious. You find your gaze lingering on her face as you try not to stare. Her eyes are stunning, the blue reflecting the solo light in the chamber. The shadows thrown from it show her face in profile. Her nose is straight and her cheekbones are high. Her face has a feminine strength to it which drew you from the beginning.

“You’re late,” she observes. Before you can get a word in, she keeps talking “But tardiness isn’t your only problem, is it, cadet?”

You don’t know what she’s talking about, until she activates a monitor. It shows a thirty second clip of security footage on loop. Footage showing you stopping to talk to Boris, then kicking him in the shin. There’s no audio, so it just looks as if you decided to kick him for no reason at all. Your eyes widen as you realize how much trouble you’re in.

“I can explain!” You blurt as Terra looks at you with a raised brow.

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PT 4: A Brat Loses Her Temper

You’ve had enough for one day, and you can’t stand Boris’ teasing anymore. Gritting your teeth at his jibe, you kick him hard enough to make him yelp and hop about on one foot. It doesn’t make you feel any better, even though he looks kind of funny jumping around like that, clutching his shin.

“Jeez,” he scowls at you. “What crawled up your ass? You’re getting violent in your old age.”

“Yeah, and you’re getting dumb,” you grumble, pushing past him. He had it coming, but you still feel bad for what you did. Kicking people isn’t behavior becoming of a cadet, and you know it. If Instructor Terra had seen you do that, you’d be in trouble.

The thought of Instructor Terra cheers you up a little. At least she’s going to give you another chance. She doesn’t have to do that. There’s still a few hours before dinner time, which means you’ve got enough time to get some serious study in before you see her again. Then you remember that she specifically told you not to study. She wants you to relax… but relaxing is what the lazy cadets do… isn’t it?

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PT 3: Getting Into Trouble

“Please,” you whimper. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I get the headset on and I forget everything. And it’s not like pushing buttons at random is necessarily a good thing, you know? What if I were in the gunner’s chair and I just pressed buttons? I could blow up a planet!”

“You overthink things,” Instructor Terra says, her gaze softening. “These are simple exercises – and assessments. These tell us a lot about our candidates, their temperaments, how they think, what their strengths and weaknesses are. We don’t have much information on you, because you get hung up wandering around the room on the very first level.”

You’re losing yourself in her words. She has such a nice voice, smooth with just a touch of feminine smokiness in it. And she is beautiful. At least, to you she is. Other cadets have their own preferences, but you’ve had a crush on Terra, as you call her in your head, since day 1 at the academy. She seemed so strong and so elegant when she first called your name and ushered you into her unit, along with fifty other cadets. You were too tongue tied to speak to her, even when the other cadets were badgering her with questions. You’ve barely said two words to her since you got in a month or so ago. Truth be told, if it wasn’t for these single assessments, she probably wouldn’t know you exist.

“I’m sorry,” you say in a small voice. “But please… I can get it right, I know I can.”

Terra nods. “Listen,” she says. “I can’t do another assessment now. There’s another cadet waiting for the machine. But, if you come back after chow tonight, I’ll let you run through it again. Deal?”

“Deal,” you smile, relieved. “Thank you, Instructor Terra.”

She smiles back at you and helps you out of the chair. You feel a tingle where her hand lightly rests on your elbow, and your pulse races as her eyes meet yours.

“Try to relax, cadet,” she smiles. “You’ll do better.”

“Yes ma’am,” you nod, turning to leave. Just as you do, you feel a light swat land on your bottom. It sends a bolt of excitement racing through your loins. Blushing, you turn to see Instructor Terra smiling at you.

“I mean it,” she says gently. “You’re overworking yourself. No study for the rest of today.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nod, not meeting her gaze. “Thank you, ma’am.”

You leave the room, grinning to yourself, and almost immediately run into Boris. Boris is another cadet in your unit, and he just so happens to be from your village too. You were both selected for the academy at the same time. He’s a little older than you, twenty five years old, to your twenty two. You’ve known him your whole life, and he’s like an older brother to you in some ways – a big, jerky older brother.

“Heard you failed again,” he sneers at you with his big, dopey grin.

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PT 2: Meet Instructor Terra

You turn from the buttons and examine the room. It is a large, empty space so there isn’t all that much to explore. The white walls are smooth, and taste a little like chalk. You run your hands around them to see if there are any hidden doors or switches, but all you end up with is a coating of white powder on your hands. It also tastes like chalk.

The floor is not much better. You jump up and down, hoping to detect any weaknesses or secret doors, but again, you come up without any kind of result. The room is a prison. A prison without doors, windows, or… hope?

Maybe the world is a dichotomy. Maybe you’re just going to have to push one of the buttons after all.

You walk back to the plinth and look at your options. Press. Do not press. Your path forward is clear. Press the blue button. But what if the blue button means something bad? What if the red button is the one you’re actually supposed to press? Oh god! What are you supposed to be doing? Why are you here? What is the thing of anything?

“TIME’S UP!”

The room fades and then the darkness is pulled from in front of your eyes. You blink a few times and find yourself looking into the disappointed face of your instructor, Ms Nina Terra. She is an attractive woman in her mid-forties, always impeccably presented with her dark hair swept up into an old fashioned chignon. When she smiles, her blue eyes are so warm. She is not smiling now.

“Well,” she says, her ruby lips forming the words carefully. “That was an… interesting approach.”

She takes the headset you were using and returns it to its place on the virtual training simulator.

“Remember,” she says. “This series of tests aren’t about right or wrong. They’re about reaction time. An ability to make decisions quickly and decisively. You didn’t make it past the first level. I’m afraid that’s a fail.”

You bite your lower lip to keep from swearing out loud. You just can’t seem to get the hang of these advanced simulations. If you don’t get your grades up soon, you will fail out of the academy. And if you fail out of the academy, you’re going back to your little village in a colony at the edge of the star system.

What do you do, cadet?

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PT 1: The Adventure Begins

You wake from a dreamless sleep to find yourself in a plain room entirely empty aside from a plinth with two buttons. The button on the left reads “DO NOT PRESS”. The button on the right reads: “PRESS ME PLS”

What do you do?

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