PT 39: More Contraband

She might, technically, own you now, but there’s no way in hell you’re giving her the figurine. You stare at Terra in silent resistance. She looks at you with a hard, blue gaze as you enter a silent battle of wills – a battle you know you will probably lose. The moment is becoming unbearably tense when Boris intervenes.

“Er,” he says. “I might have some, uhm… contraband?”

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PT 38: Rebellion

“NO!” You surprise yourself with the vehemence of your refusal, yelled at full volume. “This isn’t about me! You’re angry at Sarah, but you can’t do anything to her because she could kick your head off your shoulders. Go yell at her!”

You stuff the figurine into your pocket and stare at Terra defiantly. This is probably just as bad as bursting into tears would have been. This is insubordination. Never goes down well with military types.

You’re not at all surprised when Terra grabs you by the back of your collar, making a fist in your shirt, and starts smacking your ass hard. Fortunately, your active uniform is belted and there’s no way that’s coming down easily, so you have some protection even if it doesn’t feel like it. Terra is strong, and every slap lands hard enough to make you yelp.

Boris and Sarah are staring at the scene as Terra takes a knee on the ground and pulls you down over it, locking you in place over her thigh, your face full of grass as she spanks you long and hard until you start to wail, both from the pain of the spanking, and the frustrated embarrassment of having it happen publicly. Boris will never let you live this down.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me, cadet!” Terra lectures you. “And don’t you dare disobey my orders either!” Her palm sounds like a gunshot every time it lands on your ass. She’s not just spanking you, she’s shaming you and you hate every minute of it. You find yourself enduring the punishment, teeth gritted so you don’t cry out too much.

Terra finally releases you, your butt stinging like a hornet’s hive. When you stumble up from her knee, you notice Boris isn’t smirking for once. He looks kind of shocked. And Sarah, she looks… angry?

You retreat toward your squad mates, trying not to cry from embarrassment, and trying not to rub your bottom either.

“If any of you have contraband items, declare them now,” Terra says. She holds out her hand toward you. “And you, cadet, give me that.”

Do you hand the figurine to Terra?

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(I will combine the ‘no’s and hell no’s as one total, not to split the vote.)

PT 37: Whipping Girl

It is a very silent, very tense flight lasting about two hours and finally culminating on a mountainous plain. There’s nothing there besides a bit of grass, and a goat which heads off at high speed as you come helichoptering in. The remoteness is tangible as you step out of the craft, putting your feet on land which may very well not have had human feet on it before. This is a wild place. You can feel it in your bones, and you can smell it in the air.

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PT 36: What Have You Gotten Yourself Into?

You know you should really tell Terra about the little cat in your bag. This is the first step into your new future and you’re making it with deception. Something stops you though. Maybe it’s fear of punishment. Maybe it’s some remaining desire for rebellion. Either way, you head toward the transport pad without another word to Terra, and your little secret remains in your pack, weighing you down imperceptibly.

Boris and Sarah are already inside the heli-chopter. It’s called that because it chops the air with its heliblades which are located at the North, East, West and South of the craft. You’re not all that keen on flying, but what kind of special, special operative is afraid of flying? You sling your bag into the hold with the others and climb in opposite Boris and Sarah. Terra is next and last to get in. She sits next to you, making you feel a bit safer as she buckles in.
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PT 35: Point Of No Return

Terra makes an appearance, causing you all to fall silent. She isn’t wearing her usual instructor’s uniform. She’s wearing a black flight suit, hemmed tight around her waist and hips, strapped with various items and weapons.

She looks different. Not just in her clothes, but in her face too. There’s more purpose there, more intensity. Her eyes are always beautiful, but right now they’re flashing blue steel. The sunlight shows her maturity, and the little marks of war on her skin. She usually looks like a teacher. Right now, she looks like a soldier. You feel fluttering erupt in your stomach just looking at her. She looks like she could take on an army by herself and win. You find yourself feeling drawn to her on so many different levels. Your desire for her, your admiration of her, your need to impress her. They’re all warring as you stand there mute.
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PT 34: Three Brats For Terra

You push the cat figurine into the very bottom of your pack, figuring Terra will never know about it. Then you shoulder your bag and head to the quad. Boris is already there, grinning to himself. He looks about as pleased on the outside as you do on the inside.

“How did you get picked for this?” You dump your bag next to his.

“By being awesome,” he says. “This is going to kick. ass.”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “Seems like it could be kind of hard.”

“You scared?” He cocks his head and looks at you in a challenging sort of way.

“No,” you lie. “I can’t wait. I hope it’s horrible.”

“Yeah,” Boris agrees. “I hope it sucks. I can’t wait to be miserable!”
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PT 33: New Orders

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. “I understand. And I want to be part of the unit.”

“Good! They breed them tough down on your colony, don’t they, cadet. You’re dismissed for now. Standby for further orders.”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

You leave the office with your head spinning. You can barely believe that this is happening. A special unit, with Terra! This is beyond your wildest dreams. You shut the door behind you and break into a little dance, your butt squirming in time with the victory pumping of your arms.

“Happy about something, cadet?”
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PT 32: The Boss Lady

“I’ll hand out your assignments on your way out,” Terra says. “When I call your name, come up and receive yours.”

You sit and watch as she goes through the class. Most people seem happy with their assignments, a few even cheer. Suki does a little dance. She must have gotten that sweet admin core she wanted. Others don’t seem so pleased and shuffle off with their heads hung low in disappointment. Not all assignments are created equal, and some are more competitive than others. Only 1% of cadets are streamed into spec ops. They only take the best into that core, and some years they take none. About 50% go into combat, 10% into espionage. Administration, exploration and construction make up about equal amounts of the rest. You joined hoping for a coveted spec-ops assignment, but so did everyone else, and you knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Odds are you’ll be a combat grunt, or join Suki in the office.
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PT 31: Your Future Is…

“As I said,” Terra says, giving you a pointed look. “Most of you will be receiving your first streaming today into one of our six training cores. They aren’t set in stone, but 95% of cadets become officers in their initial training core, so keep that in mind. You may not immediately like your assigned core, but odds are it suits you in ways you might not yet understand.”

She hits a button and the six cores appear on the screen behind her. You know what you want to be, but you’re not at all certain you’ll be assigned it.

What do you want to be assigned to, cadet?

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PT 30: Who Did It?

Five minutes before class starts and you’re sitting in the classroom, the other cadets chattering around you. You slept surprisingly well last night given all the exciting, confusing, arousing things that happened between you and Terra.

“What happened to you last night?” Suki plonks down next to you. “Did Terra spend all night tearing into you?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah,” you stutter, acutely aware you can’t tell her what actually happened. “Yeah she did.”

“Wow, it was weird how she showed up like that,” Suki exclaims. “Instructors never come around after classes. She must have been really pissed at you.”
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PT 29: What Is Love?

“Yes,” you admit softly. You don’t know how she knows this stuff about you, but you’re glad she does. There’s more to it though. She’s told you she’s doing this because she thinks you need… what, exactly? When you’re with Terra, you want more than you can have, and that’s a sweet kind of torture, even now, held on her lap and gazing into her beautiful eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, ma’am,” you say. You don’t want to risk saying more and having Terra reject you completely. It’s not like you’re in love with her. Well, not like *that*. And you’ll tell yourself that as often as you need to in order to keep things working with her. Continue reading

PT 28: An Orgasm and a Reason

You let out little whimpered moans of protest as Terra first slides you off her lap and then takes you back over her thighs, her every movement gentle as she settles you into position. Your clit is pressed against the ridge of her leg, the slick fabric of your underwear making it almost impossible not to grind against Terra as she starts to spank you, lightly this time.

You’re so close to climax, to an orgasm you know she’s not really supposed to be giving you – and yet she is. Somewhere in your desire, the questions are rising inside you. Why? Why is Terra breaking all the rules for you?
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