“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.

“Noooo!” Sarah’s response is a plaintive whine. She’s squirming so much Grisham has to lock her in place even more firmly with her strong arm as she starts spanking her with regular swats which land with that same intensity. Not nearly hard enough to cause any kind of pain, but more than hard enough to let Sarah know she’s being spanked.

“That’s better,” Grisham says as Sarah stops struggling quite so much.

She really doesn’t have any option other than to submit. If she fights Grisham, she’s going to end up half naked in front of all three of you, and you’re pretty sure that’s about the last thing Sarah wants.

Sarah settles down, her jaw set stubbornly as Grisham swats her butt over and over.

“Now when I’m done spanking you, you’re going to go to your room and stand in the corner next to whichever bed you choose, your nose in the corner. You’re going to stay there until I say you can come out.”

Sarah rolls her eyes, an expression there’s no way Grisham could possibly see. Not seeing it doesn’t stop her giving Sarah a much firmer slap though.

“Ow, okay!” Sarah gasps. “Goddamit, I get it. You’re playing your little humiliation game with me.”

“Again, Sarah, this isn’t humiliation. Not even close. It might be a bit humbling, but you need that.”

“Who made you the expert on what I need?”

“Being around you for five minutes did that,” Grisham replies, smacking Sarah’s butt harder. Sarah absorbs the slaps with little whimpers and gasps as Grisham slowly, artfully ups the level of sensation until Sarah is being spanked in a way she wouldn’t have tolerated at the beginning.

You glance over at Terra, wondering what she’s thinking about all of this. After all, Terra was the one who thought Sarah couldn’t take physical discipline. She seems to trust Grisham though. They must have had quite a conversation with one another once they realized you and Sarah escaped.

Terra’s expression is inscrutable. She’s assumed the role of unit commander, her natural temperament and whatever feelings she might be having are hidden behind her beautiful but professional exterior. You feel a little pang of something strange. You realize that you sort of miss Terra. Or rather, you miss how it was with her right back in the beginning, before all this. When you were just her student. When the worst thing that could happen was her hand meeting your butt much like Grisham’s is meeting Sarah’s.