Disciplined
By Jaex, As edited by GW
A story of life in the trenches of a Female Military Academy. 

At sixteen, Jill Robertson was already an accomplished, little 
troublemaker.  She especially liked to cause trouble in school, and her 
grades were not good at all. Even though, she was not particularly big 
or strong, only about 5 feet 5, and 120 lbs, she always seemed able to 
bully her classmates, and get away with it.  She had long, blonde hair 
and a pretty face, and maybe her good loolks deserved a lot of the 
credit for helping her get out of the  trouble, she was, so often in. 
Whenever, she got in trouble, there always seemed to be some guy willing 
to help her out of it.  If that failed, and she had to fight, she could 
fight very dirty, when she had to.  

At home, Jill hated helping her parents do any housework, and they knew 
she never did any homework.  They were worried about her. They believed 
she wouldn't be able to get away with so much all her life.  So they 
decided to send her to a Military school, hoping that a little 
discipline would teach her some much-needed lessons. When she finished 
her sophomore year of High School, they enrolled Jill in a famous, co-ed 
Military Academy in South Carolina for her junior year.  

Of the school's approximately five hundred, enrollment, about ten 
percent were female cadets. The female cadets were grouped in one 
company, headed by a female Cadet-Captain, who was always a Senior.  
Under the Captain, were two lieutenants and four sergeants.  When, Jill 
enrolled, she started off as a lowly recruit.  At first, she tried to 
get smart with other cadets, and did her best to slack off, too. 
Unfortunately for her, the school enforced strict discipline, and the 
cadet officers were really serious about it. Every time Jill tried    to 
slack off, her squad leader would jump on her very hard.  

Jill tried all her old tricks on her squad leader, that she'd used at 
her old school, and tried to bully, and push around her classmates, but, 
now, it all ended in failure. The cadet officers always stuck together. 
When they came on inspection,  there was always at least two of them.  
By herself, Jill had no chance at all.  The bad girl had to submit to 
the system, and behave like everyone else. 

Even if she could sometimes put something over on the cadet officers, 
Jill could never put anything over on the Dormitory Monitor. Staff 
Sergeant Pamela Scott was the Dorm Monitor.  Pamela was a veteran of six 
years in the U.S. Army. She'd joined up right after she graduated from 
high school at eighteen.  However, due to Defense Department budget 
cuts, her unit was transferred to reserve status. Pamela decided it was 
time to do something more with her life, so she enrolled in the 
University part time, and found this job as an assistant Commandant and 
dorm monitor at the military academy. 

Pamela was almost six feet tall, with broad shoulders and slim waist. 
She weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds, but because her figure 
was so excellently proportioned, no one would have guessed. She had 
beautiful, natural red hair, set off by beautiful blue eyes, a pretty 
face, along with her powerful but shapely physique.   All of the female 
cadets admired her, not only for her powerful and beautiful appearance, 
but also because they respected her and knew she could be counted on to 
be absolutely fair in any situation. Even Jill pretended to grudgingly 
admire the beautiful Dorm monitor. 

Although, outwardly, Jill behaved as well as the other cadets, now, deep 
inside, she hated the Academy, and planned to get away, the first 
opportunity she had. She did her best to get her parents to let her go 
back to her old high school, but they would only promise that if she 
kept on behaving herself, she could leave the Academy at the end of the 
school year.  She realized she was stuck here for the rest of the year. 

It was bad enough following the rigorous schedule from Monday to Friday, 
but she had to stay on campus on Weekends, too.  Staying in the 
restricted school area seven days a week bored her to death. The only 
difference between weekends, and the rest of the week was that, she had 
a couple more hours of free time available, but nothing to do with it. 

Being a crafty girl, after her first semester, Jill figured out the 
pattern. She started to go "AWOL" every Weekend evening.  Her roommate 
always signed out on Friday, so she had the room to herself. On weekend 
nights, Pamela, the dorm monitor called for lights out at 23:00, and set  
the alarm.  The alarm was to prevent any guys from sneaking into the 
girls dorm.  Then, Pamela walked around the dorm, for one final 
inspection.  After that, no one was allowed outside their room, until 
the next morning.  On Friday and Saturday nights, Jill would call her 
cousin. She'd wait until 23:30, when the dorm monitor would be back to 
her room, and then sneak out the window. Outside, her cousin picked her 
up in her new Mustang, and they'd head to the nightclub in town. Since 
the alarm was only on the two main dorm entrances, it was easy enough 
for the crafty Jill to climb in and out her room window without getting 
caught. 

Everything was going great for Jill, until one Friday evening in late 
March.  That night, she sneaked out as usual, but unfortunately, Pamela 
forgot to set the alarm and do her patrol at the usual 23:00 hours.  By 
the time she remembered, it was already 23:30. She quickly put on her 
BDU uniform and ran out to set the alarm and start her tour. 

That night, Jill was wearing a black bra top, with a very short black 
skirt and a pair of combat boots. The outfit might be ugly, but it was 
trendy.  She just finished climbing out her window, and was half way to 
where her cousin's car was parked along the road near the dorm, when 
Sergeant Scott spotted her.  Maybe Jill was getting careless after being 
so slick all these weeks. 

Pamela quickly ran out the dorm and caught up with Jill. 

"Cadet Robinson. What are you doing  here in civilian clothes?"  
Sergeant Scott asked authoritatively. 

Instead of answering, Jill just turned around and kept walking. 

"I speaking to you, Cadet Robinson!"  Pamela snapped. 

Angry at being caught and unwilling to give up an evening of freedom, 
Jill snapped back over her shoulder. "I am going out, if you want to, 
give me a demerit for being AWOL and wearing civilian clothes on 
campus."  She kept on walking toward the car. 

"Halt, Cadet!" Pamela snapped. "You get back here right now, when I'm 
speaking to you!" 

Jill ignored the sergeant and kept right on walking. 

Sergeant Scott swiftly caught up with Jill, passed her, and once in 
front of her, stopped her. 

"Did you hear what I said, Cadet." 

"Oh, GO away."  Jill  tried to go around Pamela, but the sergeant 
grabbed her tightly, by the arm.  Jill tried to shake loose, but 
Pamela's grip was too strong.  After struggling unsuccessfully for a few 
seconds, Jill angrily kicked the Pamela in the knee with her combat 
boot.  The kick landed so hard, that the sergeant's leg collapsed and 
she went down on her knee. 

Pamela screamed from the pain and then yelled at Jill.  "How dare you 
strike a superior officer?" 

"You were in my way, and I definitely have to go out." 

" You most certainly are not going out!"  Pamela snarled.  It hurt like 
the dickens, but she stood up and grabbed Jill by the shoulder again.  
"You're not going anywhere tonight, but back in the Dorm!  What's more, 
you're on Report for Monday Morning!  The Commandant will deal with you, 
then!" 

At this point, Jill's cousin knew there was going to be  trouble, and 
she quickly started the car and sped away. 

With her cousin gone, and more important, her cousin's car gone, Jill 
knew her evening was ruined, one way or the other.  She was so furious, 
she turned and kicked Pamela in the other knee.  Robinson was frustrated 
since she knows her night. 

Pamela had chalked up the first kick  to unthinking reaction.  She never 
thought a cadet would dare deliberately kick her a second time, and she 
was caught off guard again. Now both legs gave out and she fell on the 
ground. 

"Oh, you little bitch how dare you kick me again." Pamela yelped 
forgetting herself, in her anger. 

"That's what you get for interfering, and ruining my evening!"  Jill 
snapped back, just as angrily. 

 "I'll do more then ruin one evening!  For this, you'll be walking 
punishment tours and be restricted to quarters for the rest of the 
school  year. And there'll be no more climbing out windows on weekends 
or any other time, for that matter! " 

"Oh yeah, you really scare me!  I'm sick of this school!  You'll do me a 
big favor, if you just get me kicked out." 

"Don't you wish!  No way Robinson!  You need a lesson! You'll stay, and 
I'll make life hell for you!  And when we're done, you'll be a better 
woman for it!  If anyone needs discipline, it's a spoiled little brat, 
like you!  Just count yourself lucky, I don't give you a lesson, right 
here and now!" 

"What kind of lesson do you think you're going to give me!" Jill 
taunted, so furious that she threw caution to the winds. 

"I'd like to kick your ass so hard, you'd never dare misbehave for the 
rest of your life."  Sergeant Scott snapped furiously. By now, Pamela 
had gotten to her feet again, although both legs ached.  She towered 
over the smaller, younger girl. 

"Oh Gee, I'm scared!"  Jill taunted the angry sergeant, again. As she 
said it, she pretended to kick Pamela's leg again, instead, she actually 
punched her, right in her left boob.  The shifty Jill caught Pamela off 
guard, a third time. As she moved her leg, to avoid the kick, her left 
boob was hit, painfully hard. She let out a scream of pain, and held her 
wounded breast. 

" Oh, you nasty little bitch!"  Pamela groaned. 

 "Well, I know that you have real big boobs, and it feels so good to hit 
them."  Jill said, teasingly. 

Now Pamela was raging mad. She ran at Jill to grab her, but blinded by 
her anger, she fell into another one of Jill's traps.  Just as she 
reached her, Jill dropped down on one knee, and punched Pamela right in 
her crotch.  Pamela went down on her knees again. 
 
"Too bad, you big-boobed, red haired slut. Didn't the Army teach you how 
to fight?" 

As she spoke, Jill was too near though, and Pamela gathered her strength 
and punched Jill, as hard as she could, in the stomach with her powerful 
arm.  From her knees the punch didn't have as much leverage as it 
otherwise would, but Jill fell on the ground holding herself anyway. She 
lay unmoving on the ground.  She lay there so long, Pamela got worried. 

"Oh shit! Did I hit her too hard?"  Pamela was aware she was a big woman 
with muscular arms. Her strength may have been too much for a girl as 
small as Jill. She walked over to Jill, and started to examine her. But 
the sly Jill was playing possum. As Pamela leaned over her, the sneaky 
little  bitch's leg exploded in another crotch kick. This time she was 
dead on target. Pamela howled in pain, and staggered backward, her face 
ashen.  

Obviously not hurt now, Jill jumped up and followed the staggering 
sergeant.  As Pamela doubled over in pain, Jill's leg struck again.  
This time her heavy boot landed squarely on Pamela's chin. The big 
redhead saw stars.  Her legs wobbled and she nearly passed out.   Jill 
grabbed the hair on both sides of Pamela's head, and jerked her down 
into a knee to the same spot.  Now Pamela was really in trouble.  Her 
legs turned to water.  As they buckled, Jill drove her knee into 
Pamela's stomach twice more. 

Pamela was in shock, on her knees, looking up with dazed blue eyes, at 
the sneaky young cadet. She was gagging and choking, and almost threw 
up.  The pain was too much to concentrate on anything else. Jill used 
this opportunity to grab the sergeant's big boobs and squeeze as hard as 
she could.  The pain brought tears to Pamela's eyes. 

Never letting up the pressure on Pamela's captive breasts for a second, 
Jill pushed the big, red-haired woman over on her back on the ground, 
and sat right on top of her. 

"Oh, you can't do this, to me!  Let me go! I'm your superior officer!"  
Pamela wailed. 

"Funny!  You don't look so superior to me from where I'm sitting!"  Jill 
laughed in delight. Pamela let out a moan. 

"Maybe if I take that pretty uniform off you, you won't outrank me 
anymore?"  Jill snickered.  As she said it, Jill started to unbutton the 
sergeant's  BDU uniform shirt. 

"Oh, stop, no. what do you think you're doing?" Pamela cried in alarm." 

"See, without this shirt, you're not a sergeant anymore.  You're just a 
big dumb bimbo who got her ass kicked."  Jill laughed nastily.  After 
she unbuttoned the shirt, she pulled at it, to take it off. 

The big sergeant resisted.  Then Jill slapped her across her face, over 
and over, until tears ran down the tough sergeant's face, in a steady 
stream. Pamela would never have believed it, but the smaller girl's 
steady unrelenting  slaps made her dizzy, and they hurt something awful. 

By the time Jill stopped slapping her, Pamela was too dizzy to resist, 
and Jill easily pulled the shirt off her.  With the uniform shirt gone, 
Jill noticed the way Pamela's big boobs stood up proudly, staining 
against her green undershirt. 

"Well I will admit your breasts are pretty impressive."  Jill said 
suggestively. 

"Oh, what are you trying to do?"   Pamela asked with a helpless tone of 
voice. 

"Nothing special!  Just curious! I'd like to see them."  As Jill said 
that, she already had her hands under Pam's shirt, ready to take that 
off, too. 

"Noooo!."  Pamela wailed helplessly, but it was already too late. 

"Wow, those sure are nice!"  Jill said admiringly, and started to play 
with the sergeant's gorgeous breasts.  Pamela wept silently, powerless 
to protect herself. 

" Well Gee!  You look so good without your shirt, that now I wonder how 
you look without those pants, either!" Jill snickered, with a wicked 
smile. 

"Oh, no, please!" 

Jill  ignored the sergeant's wails, and turned around,  still staying 
firmly planted on top of her.  As soon as she turned, she started to 
untie Pamela's boots.  In seconds she'd pulled both boots off, and 
started to undo the sergeant's  pants   Pamela helplessly tried to hold 
on to them, but Jill gaily pulled them off her long, sturdy legs. Then 
she started on Pamela's underwear. That didn't take long, and she soon 
had her helpless commanding officer completely naked, except for her 
socks. 

"Ooh, you are a real redhead!"   Jill used her fingers to brush around 
Pamela's hairy pubic area.  The sergeant whimpered in shame. 

"I have an idea. Get up!" 

Jill stood up, but Pamela  still lay on the ground too dizzy and ashamed 
to move. When she didn't move, the nasty cadet grabbed her hair and 
pulled her up. 

"C'mon!  Hurry up!  Get a move on!" 

After Jill pulled the sergeant to her feet, Pamela automatically used 
her hands to cover her breasts and pubic area. 

"You like  to march cadets around. Let's see how well you do with a 
cadet marching you around?" 

"Atten..tion!"  Jill ordered   The sergeant stood with her legs close 
together, her hands covering her private areas, shivering pathetically 
in the chilly night air. 

"No, No, No! You suck!  I never saw anyone stand at attention, like 
that. What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to stand properly?"  
Jill slapped the sergeant's face again, to get her attention, and then 
pulled her arms down to her sides. 

"Now, this is the way you stand at attention. Now, let's see how well 
you can stand without moving?"   As she said that, Jill started to pinch 
Pamela's breasts and run her hands all over her naked body. As Jill 
played around with her nude body, the sergeant tried to pull away from 
her. "No, you don't!  Can't you even stand properly." 

"Stop harassing me!"   The nude sergeant protested with a whimper. 

"Why should I stop harassing you?  You've harrasssed me all year, you 
bitch!  Now that's it's my turn, poor, little, Sergeant Pammy can't take 
it!   Well, you better take it, because I'm in charge now!  Got that?" 
Jill screamed in Pamela's ear. "Now, we'll keep doing this, until you 
get it right!" 

By now, Pamela was really scared, and she stood at attention, with her 
hands at her sides.  She didn't try to stop Jill from fondling her, 
anymore.  Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was so ashamed.  Jills 
roving figners worked their way down until they found Pamela's  crotch. 
Jill brushed the auburn pubic hair and then pulled it. The sergeant 
squealed and shivered in fear. Then, Jill's intrusive ifngers tried to 
worm their way into Pamela's pussy, but at attention her full thighs 
were jammed too closely together. 

Then the wicked bitch had an idea. "Para..de rest" Jill ordered.  The 
sergeant reluctantly moved her legs apart, but again she put her hands 
over her pussy, trying to to protect it. 


"Is it that the new way you stand at Parade Rest, Sergeant?"  Jill 
asked, sarcastically emphasizing the term "Sergeant". "Your hands should 
be behind your back!"  Jill roughly positioned Pamela correctly. 

Once she had the sergeant's big, nude body displayed the way she wanted 
it, Jill got back to Pamela's auburn-fringed pussy again.  With Pamela's 
legs spread wide, she could grope it easily. First Jill tickled it, and 
the sergeant involuntarily moved, as she gasped in shock. Jill gave her 
a warning.   Pamela gulped down a sob, but stood still, vulnerable to 
those horrible, groping, cadet hands. 

 Knowing she had her big, redheaded Commanding Officer under complete 
control, now, Jill slid her finger right into the sergeant's pussy, and 
boldly fingered her.   Just when poor Pamela thought she was going to 
come, the wicked cadet stopped. 

"Nah!  The evening is still too young!  You don't deserve to get off, 
not for a long time yet.  The fun is just beginning." 

"Now put your boots, and your silly Smokey Bear drill sergeant hat back 
on!" Pamela was sobbing softly in frustration, pain and mortification. 
She leaned over and tried to pick up her uniform. 

"No, Idiot!  I said your boots and hat,  not your clothes."  And Jill 
kicked the uniform out of Pamela's reach.  The shivering, nude sergent 
reluctantly followed orders. After she put on her boots and Smokey Bear 
hat, Jill ordered her to march.  Once again, Pamela made the mistake of 
trying to march  with her hands covering her breasts and pussy. 

"No, you idiot!  Don't you know how to march?  I guess the Army didn't 
teach you how to march, any better than it taught you how to fight. 
Either you do it properly, or we'll keep doing it until you get it 
right." Yelled Jill. " Maybe I should march you buck naked like this, to 
the guys dorm?" 

That idea sent a shiver down Pamela's spine. "No, please don't! I'll do 
whatever you wantI" 

"Sure? Then march like you're supposed to."  Pamela started to march. 

"Get in step. Left, left ,left-right-left."  Jill roared, giving the 
cadence.  She was really enjoying seeing  the sergeant's, big, round, 
naked boobs jiggling in the front, while her firm, round buttocks swung 
to and fro, behind, in the light of an overhead street light. 

When they finally reached their dorm, Pamela thought she could get back 
to her room, and safety, but first Jill gave her another order. 

"Column left march." 

"What?"  The sergeant stopped and tried to argue. 

"Do what I said!" 

 "But we're at the dorm already. That's enough." 

"I'll decide what's enough! How would you like me to tie you up to the 
flag pole, so everyone can see your naked body tomorrow, especially all 
those horny male cadets?" Pamela gulped back another sob, and marched 
reluctantly around the dorm. 

"Good girl you have to patrol the dorm like you're supposed to." 
Finally, they finished walking around the dorm and came back to the 
door. 

Once again Pamela though it was over, but Jill snapped.  "Okay! Drop, 
and give me a hundred!" 


Pamela looked at her young tormentor with sullen hatred, but obediently 
dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups. As Jill counted.  
"One.. Two.. Three...."  

The sergeant was in tip-top physical shape, and normally she wouldn't 
have blinked at a hundred pushups, but now she was hurt and exhausted 
from the savage beating the nasty young cadet had given her. Her knees 
were sore and swollen, where Jill had kicked them, putting an additional 
strain on her shapely body. After the count reached fifty, Jill began to 
pant at the exertion. By sixty, she was gasping painfully. It became 
harder and harder to raise her aching body. It was especially difficult 
to get her big boobs entirely off the ground. 

Jill gleefully watched Pamela's big round bottom, rise and fall.  "Get 
those big, fat tits up out of the dirt!"  Jill shouted, and toed the 
sergeant in the side.  At eighty-three, Pamela got half way up and 
collapsed in the dirt.  Jill cruelly kicked her in the side.  It took 
three hard, vicious kicks before, somehow, the exhausted woman dragged 
her aching body off the ground, and out of the dirt. Somehow, she kept 
on going until she finished the count. 

The sergeant was relieved beyond belief, when Jill let her climb 
awkwardly to her feet after the hundred pushups. She knew she couldn't 
do anymore tonight.  Jill turned toward the dormitory door. 

Pamela looked gratefully at the door to the dorm, her hoped for 
sanctuary. "I need the key, to get into my apartment"  Pamela asked 
humbly, still breathing heavily form her exertion.  Jill had picked up 
Pamela's uniform and still had it under her arm.   She reached into it 
and found the key.  Once inside the door, Pamela quickly ran to her own 
quarters. 

Just as she thought she was safe, and the wicked bitch would let her go, 
Jill pushed in behind her. 

"This is my home. What are you doing in here?  Officer's Quarters are 
off-limits to cadets!  Get out!" Pamela protested somewhat emboldened by 
being in the seeming safety of her own quarters 

"I  thought you said, you'll do what I tell you?"  Jill said, and raised 
her hand threateningly, as if to slap Pamela again.  Pamela knew she 
couldn't face another fight with Jill, tonight.  The big sergeant 
crumpled.  Wordlessly, she nodded her head in acquiescence.  Jill pushed 
Pamela ahead of her, and walked the sergeant to the bathroom door. 

"Now, take off your boots, socks and hat, and get into the shower."   
Pamela knew she had no choice but to obey.   When she finished removing 
her few remaining garments, she  went into the bathroom.  She started to 
close the door, but Jill stopped her. 

 "Did you forget about me, Sergeant Pammy?"   With that, Jill stripped 
her own clothes off.  Now,  they were both naked, and that made Pamela 
even more uncomfortable then when it was just her. 

"Now get in there, and turn on the shower!" 

Pamela turned on the shower, then climbed into the tub.  By now, she 
wasn't too surprised, when Jill climbed in beside her. 

The shower had a European style, removable shower head. Jill noticed 
that immediately, and grabbed it, and started to wash the sergeant's 
sleek body.  As she washed her creamy flesh, Jill took great pleasure in 
playing with Pamela, as if she owned her. 

"Hey! You're more fun to play with,  than that stupid Barbie doll, my 
folks gave me when I was a kid!"  Jill chortled in delight. 

When Jill finally, worked her way to Pamela's pussy, the wicked, little 
bitch turned the adjustable shower head to high pressure, and at the 
same time, switched the water from hot to cold.  Then, she parted 
Pamela's pussy lips with her fingers and sprayed the high pressure, cold 
water directly into her pussy.  Pamela let out a loud scream "Ah.Ah!"  

After Jill very, very thoroughly washed the sergeant's pouting pussy,  
she turned Pamela around and sprayed icy water up her behind.  Spraying 
water was hardly enough, so the evilly grinning cadet slipped her 
fingers inside Pamela's rectum and finger-fucked it.  Now, the helpless 
sergeant felt totally violated.   Having her  pussy fingered was 
terrible enough, but now her ass, too?  Finally, the vicious young cadet 
finished playing with her. Just as Pamela gave a sigh of relief Jill 
ordered the sergeant to wash her body, in the same way.   

"It's only fair, that you do it for me!  After all, I did it for you!" 
Jill snickered. 

In the army, Pamela had often taken showers with other women, but never 
like this. She had never  touched another girl like that. But she had no 
will to resist left; she obediently submitted to Jill's order . After a 
time, that seemed an eternity, Pamela finished washing Jill. 

Now, Jill pulled a bath towel off the rack,  and dried the sergeant's 
body.  As she dried Pamela, she pleasured herself, by rubbing her body 
again the sergeant's sumptuous curves. 

"Now get to your bed and lie down.  The best part is just about to 
come." Jill said hungrily, when they were both dry. 


The big sergeant, naked and afraid, walked on shaky legs into her own 
bedroom, and lay down on the bed, awaiting her evil young subordinate, 
in trembling fear. Jill was right behind her. She lay down beside 
Pamela, and started to kiss her on the lips.  After she sucked the 
breath form Pamela's lungs, and possessively explored the sergeant's 
mouth with her tongue, she worked her way down her Commanding Officer's 
gorgeous body. She used her skillful tongue to lick Pamela's tits, until 
both nipples grew big and hard. Then she licked Pamela's smooth belly . 
Now the helpless sergeant's pussy started to get wet.  She didn't know 
how to cope with her mixed feelings, of humiliation and desire. 

Then, Jill started to suck on her Pamela's pussy.  She kept it up, until 
Pamela was trembling and moaning in arousal. Just before Pamela was 
about to explode in powerful orgasm, Jill stopped again. 

"Sorry  can't let you have it, yet!  That's too easy for you to have a 
free ride.  You've got to earn it, first. You can only to cum, if  you 
serve me right!  After all, it's not fair for me to do all the hard 
work, right?" 

Jill lay down on her back beside Pamela and waited.   She pointed to her 
pussy in command, as a signal for the sergeant to do her. 

Pamela was shaken, hardly able to function, after being denied at the 
last moment. But she told herself "Maybe this will get it over with!"  
The big, redheaded sergeant reluctantly got on her knees and began to do 
the things to Jill , that Jill had done to her. It was so distasteful, 
that Pamela gagged continually in revulsion.   When Pamela reached 
Jill's pussy, she gingerly slid her finger into the eager slit.  She 
worked it in and out, roughly, in some small measure, releasing her 
anger and shame toward the vile, young slut.   Pamela's resentful 
roughness just excited Jill, all the more, and when she came at last, 
her orgasm was explosive. 


The submissive sergeant didn't dare stop, though, but kept on fingering 
Jill, until the girl came a second time. 

By now, Pamela's  finger ached and her whole hand felt about to cramp 
up, but at last, Cadet Robinson was satisfied. She let out a loud moan 
of satisfaction. 

"Oh, you are great." The cadet told her sergeant. It was something 
Pamela didn't want to hear. "Don't worry I'll do what I promised."  
Then, Jill slid her finger into the sergeant's pussy and fingered 
Pamela, until she came, too. 

Now that she had been satisfied, Jill started to dress. Before she left, 
she turned to the well-disciplined sergeant and said. 

"Now this can be our little secret.  If you don't want me to tell 
everybody in School, what I did to you, don't try to do anything to me 
and I'll guarantee you, I won't tell anyone.  Of course, in return, for 
the rest of the school year, I expect you to do whatever I tell you to 
do.  Do you understand?" 

The sergeant nodded her head, miserably in agreement, hating herself, 
for her cowardly surrender. 

"I guess from now on, I don't need to bother going through all these 
hassles of going AWOL.  I'm sure  I'll have a lot more fun here, with 
you every Friday and Saturday night.  Oh, and if you give any problems 
at all, I may give you some new sergeant's stripes, on that big fat butt 
of yours!" 

With a gay laugh, Jill walked out of the sergeant's quarters leaving 
Pamela sobbing softly, on her own bed, naked and disciplined. 

>From then on, Cadet Robinson came to the her sergeant's  room, every 
Friday and Saturday night, unless she had something better to do, which 
unfortunately for Pamela, wasn't often. Her superior officer was now the 
cadet's private sex toy.   Sergeant Scott prayed daily that Cadet 
Robinson would not be back next year, but until the end of May nothing 
could save her from being Jill's toy.