Over the next two weeks, the new kittens fell
into the routine at the Academy. There were calisthenics and formation drills
in the mornings, running on the track or the obstacle course in the afternoons,
and calls to officer’s quarters for “personal services” in the evenings.
Merry and four other girls from her section
of ten were ordered to report to the instructors’ quarters a week after their
arrival, accompanied by Kate Swenson, their cadet ‘advisor’.
“They will be looking for an excuse to hurt
you,” Kate warned her charges as they walked to the officer’s quarters at the
school, “and when they do decide to punish you, I’ll be the one to administer
it, and I’ll have to give it to you with full force.”
Merry looked at the big blonde’s sturdy,
athletic build, and decided that strokes from her would be quite as painful as
the ones handed out by Platoon Sergeant Miller.
“Just do whatever they tell you,” Kate went
on. “Remember: the Army owns our bodies, but they don’t own us.” She tapped her chest for emphasis. The
five new cadets nodded doubtfully.
The officers were waiting for them in a large
room furnished like a parlor crossed with a torture chamber. There were
comfortable-looking sofas and chairs, several metal and wooden restraining
devices, and canes, whips and crops mounted in free-standing racks and on the
There were four officers in the room,
relaxing on the furniture. The senior officer was Major Hoskins, a short,
thickset man with curly red hair who taught physics and chemistry. He was the
first to speak.
“You new kittens haven’t started classes at
the school yet, so we haven’t been properly introduced,” he said. “Why don’t
you do the honors, Cadet Swenson?”
“Yes sir,” Kate replied. “This is Major
Hoskins. Over on the sofa there are Captain Laws and Captain Corcoran,” she,
said pointing to a brow-haired man of medium build, and a skinny, fiftyish
blond with a long nose, “and sitting at the table is the Regimental Surgeon,
Dr. Perkins, also a Major,” she finished, indicating a short, older man with
thinning gray hair and a gray mustache.
Kate introduced the five cadets from her
section: Rachel Golden, 19, an intelligent-looking dark-haired girl who had
been the object of the platoon Sergeant’s wrath on the first day; Amy Talbott, also 19, a perky blonde, blue-eyed former cheerleader
from Alabama; Sandy Ruskin, 21, a shy, slender black girl with huge dark eyes
and small, high breasts; Dorothy Petrosian, 22, short
with long light brown hair, a dark complexion, almond eyes and delicate,
sensitive features; and Merry, the youngest of the group, just two months past
her 18th birthday.
“Well, I see no point in wasting time,” Major
Hoskins said. “Let’s get started. Strip down to your belts, cadets, and let’s
have a look at you. You can put your uniforms and boots on the shelf over
there,” he said, pointing.
All six cadets began to undress immediately. They
were by now more or less acclimatized to displaying their bodies for their
officer/ instructors. They soon stood in a row, nude except for the nylon web
belts they were required to wear at all times, exposed to the pitiless gazes of
the four men.
The naked cadets were quizzed on their sexual
experience. Amy and Merry were the only virgins. Rachel had given her
maidenhead to her steady boyfriend as a going-away present the night before she
reported to boot camp. Dorothy and Sandy were both engaged, and had enjoyed
vaginal and oral sex with their future husbands on several occasions. None of
them had ever engaged in any even mildly “kinky” sexual activities.
“Let’s start with that one,” said Captain
Laws, pointing at Merry. “She’s just about the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever
Major Hoskins shook his head regretfully. “I
agree, but unfortunately that one is off limits by orders of General Cafferson
“Well, why did she come here, if we can’t
fuck her?” whined Laws.
Hoskins looked at him and made a face. “You
have no imagination at all, do you, Tom?” He gestured to Merry. “Come over here
and lie across my lap, Bransom,” he ordered. Merry went to the sofa, and bent
over the Major’s thighs. “Lift your ass higher, Cadet, and arch your back,” he
told her. He trapped her hands under his legs, stroked the taut golden
hemispheres before him and asked, “Did you ever see a more spankable ass than
Captain Laws stood, approached them and took
a closer look. Then he replied, “Now that you mention it…”
Captain Corcoran and Dr. Perkins also arose and came nearer to watch as the Major began
to swat Merry’s delicious bottom.
Major Hoskins’ hand was big and hard, and he
had a strong right arm. Merry did not wiggle or make a sound until after he had
spanked her more than forty times, and her ass-cheeks were blotched in a
variety of shades from scarlet to magenta. Finally, a soft cry escaped her compressed
lips, and the Major paused.
“So you can
feel something, after all,” he said, looking down at her. “I was beginning to
wonder.” Merry said nothing.
“Let me have a try,” Laws volunteered. “I bet
I can make the little bitch beg for mercy.”
“O.K., you’re on,” Hoskins replied. “Twenty
bucks says you can’t. I’ll give you fifty spanks to make her beg.”
Laws made Merry rise, then bent her over a
wooden chair. He ordered her to hold the legs of the chair at the base and arch
her back with legs well apart and straight. Finally, he blindfolded her, so
that she would have no warning when the blows would fall, and no chance to
tighten her buttocks in preparation for impact.
“Count them, Cadet,” Laws said. “If you break
the position, you get a penalty stroke. You can end it any time, just by asking
me for mercy. Understood?”
“Understood, sir,” Merry gritted out, barely
restraining her urge to add, you little
After the spanking by Major Hoskins, Merry’s
ass felt as if it had been smoothed with coarse sandpaper. The first heavy blow
of Captain Laws’ hand felt like a hot griddle was being applied to her
flesh. “One!” she grunted.
Laws applied the first fifteen strokes with
the full force of his arm at a count of four per minute, to give Merry time to
feel the full effect of each one. She continued to count and maintain the
position, but she could not control the movements of her bottom, that began to
wag side to side after each stroke. After the fifteenth stroke, Laws bent over
Merry and reminded her that her suffering would cease as soon as she begged for
mercy. She remained silent. Kate briefly considered advising Merry to
surrender, as her courage had already been proven and there was no point in
taking further punishment, but decided not to interfere. She knew what she
would have done in Merry’s place, and it would not have been to give in to
Merry’s defiance seemed to anger the Captain,
and he flailed at her reddening behind so rapidly that she had a difficult time
keeping up the count. By the time he reached forty, Laws’ arm was so tired his
blows no longer had much force. After the forty-second, he gestured with both
hands at Merry and her now flaming bottom, and walked away.
“To hell with her,” he told Major Hoskins,
“she could probably take a hundred. Anyway, I don’t want to spend all night
playing with the only one we can’t have.”
Merry, whose ass felt as if it had been
massaged with hot coals, doubted that she would have been able to endure a
hundred strokes. As soon as the spanking ended, she asked herself why she had
been so stubborn. What the fuck did I
think I was doing? she wondered, as the angry waves of pain radiated from
her abused bottom.
The four men surrounded the remaining five
cadets, forgetting all about Merry for the moment. They decided to begin the
party by doubling up on the virgin Amy Talbott and
the near-virgin Rachel Golden.
Captains Laws and Corcoran chose the little
dark-haired Rachel. As Corcoran was putting her wrists in the rear cuffs of her
belt, Laws was fondling her breasts, which were small, firm and capped with
chocolate-brown nipples, and pressing his stiff cock against her flat stomach.
“You’ve never had two once, have you, Cadet?”
Laws murmured, as he nuzzled the trembling girl’s neck with his lips and
nibbled her earlobe. When the girl shook her head in mute denial, he said, “You’re in for a
They maneuvered her to an ottoman and forced
her to her knees. Corcoran produced a pair of short ropes that he used to tie
her thighs to the legs of the ottoman, while Laws held her by the hair and
gently slapped her tits back and forth.
After he secured Rachel’s legs, Captain
Corcoran slid his hands up the narrow chasm between the girl’s parted bottom
globes, stopping to rest his index finger lightly on her minute rear opening. “Still
a virgin here, anyway,” he said,
beginning to rub her asshole with a circular motion.
“Pl- please, sir…” Rachel began, teardrops
gathering in the corners of her eyes, “please don’t…”
“Now, Cadet,” Laws said, putting a hand over
her mouth to still her, “you weren’t about to tell your superior officers what
to do, were you?” Rachel shook her head hopelessly.
“Good,” he said, dropping his hand to her
breast. “Now lean forward, and start putting those soft lips of yours to work
on my cock.” He knelt and pulled her head down until her mouth was an inch away
from the purplish-red head of his erection. She rolled her dark eyes up at him
“Captain, sir, I’ve never… done…” she began
He urged her forward with his hands on the
back of her head, until her lips met the swollen head of his erection. “Well,
after tonight, you won’t be able to say that anymore. Corky, if you wouldn’t
mind, I think Cadet Golden may need a little encouragement.”
Corcoran sprang up, and returned carrying a
heavy wooden paddle. Without any warning, he lifted it overhead and brought it
crashing down on Rachel’s defenseless hindquarters. She screamed, and Laws took
advantage to insert his cock into her wide open mouth, which partially muffled
“If I feel your teeth, you will be feeling a
crop on your cunt,” he warned her. She nodded to indicate her acquiescence, and
then screamed again as the heavy paddle smacked into her other bottom cheek.
“Lift your ass up higher, cadet,” Corcoran
“Yss srr, ah wull, plss
don ha me,” Rachel implored indistinctly, her mouth filled with Laws’ meat
pole. The Captain hit her again with the piece of polished oak, printing
another red oblong on her pale bottom, and drawing another stifled scream from
the suffering cadet.
“Are you ready to take me up your ass,
Cadet?” Corcoran demanded, raising the paddle again.
“Yss srr, wahaher oo
ann,” she replied fearfully looking back at him
submissively. “Plss dun her ee,”
meaning, “Yes, sir, whatever you want. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Then keep your ass nice and high while I
fuck you,” Corcoran said. His fingers, which had been busy stimulating her
pussy, now carried some of the lubricant she had produced to the tight circle
of her anus, and began plunging into the little hole, stretching and preparing
it for his swollen organ. The dark-haired girl groaned as her wrinkled star was
forcibly spread open by the sadistic officer.
Captain Corcoran finally satisfied himself
that Rachel was ready for him, and pressed his stiff erection against the
entrance to her back passage. “Keep your bottom up, cadet,” he warned again. He
pushed the head of his cock into the now-slippery circle, and the tough little
ring, already fatigued from fighting Corcoran’s fingers, yielded after only a
“Nnnn! Pllss!” she
begged as she felt his meaty club invade her virgin bottomhole, forcing it to
hug his shaft in a tight embrace. Corcoran paid no attention, taking her hips
and driving himself inexorably deeper, until her narrow tunnel had absorbed
every inch of his shaft. Rachel writhed in distress under him.
“Now stroke me, up and down, nice and slow,”
he directed. As he said this, he reached down between her swollen labia and
rhythmically twirled her slippery love button.
The cadet was so distracted by what Corcoran
was doing to her ass that she had forgotten to pay sufficient attention to the
second officer’s pleasure. A sharp slap from Captain Laws reminded her of this
duty. “Keep your tongue working on the head of my dick, Cadet,” he told the
The tight grip of Rachel’s narrow anal
passage and the agitated motions of her pelvis were too exciting for Captain
Corcoran’s ride to continue for very long without an explosion. He came while buried
to the hilt inside her colon. “Ah, what a tight little ass you have, cunt!” He
Soon after that, Captain Laws suddenly
clutched her dark hair in both hands to control her head, rammed his cock as
deep as he could and pumped his hot seed deep in her throat. Rachel’s face
turned bright red as she fought for air. Just before she thought she would
black out, she was able to cough up enough of his goo to clear her airway and
draw in a desperately needed breath. After the two officers were finished with
her, she made no attempt to move, remaining on her knees, bent over the
footstool, gasping and feeling lucky to be alive.
While the two Captains were putting the
little Jewish cadet to rough use, Major Hoskins and Dr. Perkins were
double-teaming the blonde Alabama cheerleader, Amy Talbott.
Amy had been raised in as puritanical tradition as Megan O’Malley, and had
found adjusting to the constant manhandling by the officers to be particularly difficult.
Even after a week of being manhandled daily at the Academy, she still trembled
violently whenever her naked body was fondled by of the instructors.
The Major and the doctor had her bent over a
sofa, with her hands confined in belt loops at her hips. Dr. Perkins was
playing with her pussy, fingering her clitoris until the girl began to produce
slippery juice, then kneeling behind her and stimulating her engorged sex
button with his tongue.
“Nothing like the taste of virgin pussy,” he
announced, licking his lips.
Major Hoskins had chosen to use Amy’s mouth. He
slapped her face with his hardening meat a few times. “Think you can handle all
this, Cadet?” he asked, holding his rigid organ up before the girl’s horrified
She blushed darkly and tears rolled down her
cheeks. “Please, Major, sir, I can’t… put it in my…”
“Open wide, Cadet,” Hoskins ordered. “It’s
time you started learning your new duties.” He smacked her face with his
erection again, for emphasis. Amy shook her head hopelessly. She tried to force
herself to open her lips for the Major’s cock, but her body was unwilling to
obey her command. Hoskins jabbed his cock at her closed lips, but they remained
“All right, we’ll just have to do it the hard
way,” he said. “Swenson, front and center.”
Kate came over for her orders. “Give this cadet
twenty-five strokes on her ass and thighs with a rattan cane, then we’ll see if
she feels differently about following orders from her superior officers,” Major
Kate saluted. “Yes sir,” she said. She felt a
sickening sensation in the pit of her stomach as she fetched the yellow rod
from a rack on the wall and returned to stand over Cadet Talbott’s
deliciously round, pink bottom cheeks.
“Put a spreader bar on her first,” the Major
said. “I want her to feel every single one.”
Kate attached a wooden bar to Amy’s ankles
which forced her legs a yard apart. She bent down to whisper to the terrified
girl, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this is going to hurt. Try to be brave.”
“Twenty-five hard ones with legs straight and
ass high,” Hoskins told her, holding her head up by the hair, his face inches
from hers. “If you bend your knees, you get a penalty stroke.” He signaled to
If Amy still hoped that her fellow cadet
would somehow make the punishment easier on her than an instructor would, she
was quickly disabused. What Jody had told them on the first day and Kate had
repeated just before they came over was no less than the truth: the “mother
cats” were going to use their full strength when they were ordered to
administer corrections to erring kittens. Kate knew from painful experience
that there was no possibility of deceiving the officers, and the attempt to do
so would only lead to further, even more painful punishments for the luckless
Amy screamed and cried as the cane ripped
into the pale pink flesh of her hemispheres. Kate alternated from one cheek to
the other, producing a series of parallel ridges on either buttock.
After the tenth stroke, Amy bent her knees
and received her first penalty stroke. After the seventeenth, she could no
longer hold still when the cane cut her flesh, and she bent her knees as she
jumped under the painful blow. She cried continuously, turning to stare back at
Kate between strokes in astonishment at her cruelty, and begging for her to
stop. Amy never did officially complete the punishment, as after the twentieth
stroke she could no longer control her body, and jumped or moved her legs each
time. Eventually after she had taken many more than the original twenty-five
strokes and her bottom cheeks were corduroyed from top to bottom with scarlet
ridges, Major Hoskins relented, and granted the cadet’s hysterical pleas to be
allowed to suck his cock. Kate went back to stand with the remaining kittens,
her body gleaming with sweat from her exertions, her face an expressionless
mask. The new cadets stared at her in horror.
For Kate, caning young Amy Talbott into submission was perhaps the worst of many
terrible experiences she had endured at the NWMA. She wished there was some way
she could have been caned in the place of the little cheerleader and asked
herself when she had become so hardened to suffering that she could follow such
an order. Perhaps, she thought, she
had been turned by the Academy into as much of an unfeeling monster as the
Kate stood watching impotently as Dr. Perkins
deflowered the defenseless girl. The broken former cheerleader submissively
raised her hips to welcome his cock into her virginal pussy, and he fucked her
vigorously, directing her with his hands on her hips. As the doctor was having
his way with her, Major Hoskins was plunging his stiff rod repeatedly in and
out of her open mouth, producing wet slurping noises, while Amy’s bright blue
eyes seemed to bulge halfway out of their sockets.
Dr. Perkins climaxed first, his cock pulsing
deep inside her soft sheath. He grimaced as he came, softly crying, “Ah, fuck,
that’s good. Fuck!” Major Hoskins
pulled his rod out of Amy’s mouth just before he came, and directed it to shoot
wads of glistening spend on her face. It hung from her long eyelashes, snub
nose and full, red lips, to drip down in long strands to the floor.
The four men sank into comfortable chairs to
recover, momentarily depleted. Captain Laws gestured at the as yet untouched
cadets, Dorothy Petrosian and Sandy Ruskin who stood
trembling slightly, awaiting their turns.
“You two bitches haven’t done anything yet,”
he said. “Suppose you provide a little entertainment for us while we rest up,
and sixty-nine each other?” This suggestion was met by agreement from the other
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know what you mean
by ‘sixty-nine’,” Dorothy said hesitantly.
“That’s all right, Cadet. That’s why we have
these training sessions, so you can receive instruction and practical
experience,” Major Hoskins said genially. “You simply put your tongue in
Ruskin’s cunt and lick her until she comes, and she does the same for you.”
Dorothy’s olive complexion seemed to go a
shade lighter. “Sir, I’ve never… been with a woman…” she trailed off.
“Neither have I, sir,” added Sandy Ruskin.
“Then both of you need to learn how. There’s
no time better than the present,” Hoskins said. When they failed to move, he
added “Now, cadets,” in a sharper
The two women slowly sank to the floor and
arrayed themselves lying on their sides, head to foot with their mouths next to
their partner’s sex. They edged their faces closer slowly, tentatively, clearly
reluctant to make physical contact. Finally, Major Hoskins lost his patience.
“We’re not going to fool around with you two
little cunts any longer. You both have to understand that an order is to be obeyed. Swenson, go over there and cane
these insubordinate whores until they both come,” he ordered. “Start them at
two strokes a minute, and if that doesn’t get the job done, we’ll increase it.”
Upon hearing this, the women hesitated no
longer, but buried their faces in the pussies in front of them. The four men
watched avidly as the cadets’ mouths clamped over the other’s lower lips and
their tongues probed inside the increasingly wet slots, spurred on by sharp
blows from Kate Swenson’s rattan cane. It was not long before their writhing
bodies were gleaming with sweat and they were moaning softly as they approached
As they watched the lovely cadets’ ever more
urgent movements, the officers’ cocks slowly began to harden again. “It’s going
to be a late night for you cunts,” Captain Laws predicted, grinning broadly.