Chapter One: Additional Instruction

 

The instructor for Strategy and Tactics in Modern Warfare, Major Harold Baynes, differed from most of the instructors at the National Women's Military Academy in his attitude towards punishment. Baynes was as quick or quicker, to hand out strokes of his baton as any other officer, but where most of them applied the rod more or less impersonally, Robin was sure she detected a gleam of pleasure in Major Bayne's eye every time he striped a cadet's bottom with his riding crop. She was convinced that he was a genuine sadist, unlike most of the staff, who were merely indifferent to the suffering of the cadets.

He seemed to take particular pleasure from thrashing Kate Swenson. Robin was sure that she had seen a bulge in his pants the last three times he had poor Kate bent over the stool in the front of the classroom, with her naked buttocks exposed. Not that a man had to be a pervert to get a hard-on from looking at Kate, Robin admitted. Her fashion-model looks and lushly curved body made the blonde cadet stand out even among a group who had been hand-selected for their sexual attractiveness.

Baynes seemed to find a reason to punish Kate on an almost daily basis. Kate, who was famous for her stoicism, finally asked her classmates, "What does that son of a bitch have against me anyway?" after he had given her bottom a fresh set of welts for the fourth straight day. Robin, who thought that the man simply had the hots for Kate, kept her mouth shut. It was not as if they could do anything about it, after all.

Today they were reviewing the plans of the opposing sides at the beginning of World War II in the Pacific. Kate floundered in her description of the Japanese "ribbon defense" scheme, until Major Baynes finally cut her off.

"Cadet Swenson, you will report to my quarters tonight after evening formation for additional instruction," he told her, the light reflecting from his glasses hiding the eagerness in his eyes. "It is obvious that you need personal tutoring to absorb this material." Kate looked stricken for an instant, before she quickly clamped the expressionless façade on her face that the cadets had all acquired during their captivity at High Point.

Baynes went on. "Cadet Bransom, you currently have the highest grade in this class. You will accompany Cadet Swenson here tonight, and will assist in the tutoring."

"Yes, sir, of course," Robin said while she thought, thanks, asshole. Robin had been sex-starved for days. She had been up late for three straight nights studying for a difficult chemistry test, and her lover Jodie Lawrence had been deep asleep by the time she finally came to bed. She exchanged a quick glance with Jodie, who rolled her eyes and made tiny shaking movements of her head.

After dinner, Robin spent a half-hour trying to drill the contents of the chapter into Kate. The big blonde had many excellent qualities: she was brave, loyal, tough-minded, kind and had an intuitive intelligence. What she did not have was the kind of nimble verbal ability that was needed under the pressure of the interrogations (he called it the "Socratic method") favored by Major Baynes and some of the other instructors. She could perform adequately when she had to recall material she had learned for a written test, but when aggressively questioned in class, her mind tended to go blank.

All too soon, it was time to go to Baynes' apartment in the officer's quarters at the school. Kate was obviously worried, although as usual she did not say anything. Robin knew that her friend's performance would be even worse if she was nervous, so she tried to calm her down.

"Don't worry, Kate, you have this stuff down cold," Robin told her, squeezing her hand. Privately she thought that her classmate was in for a long and very painful evening.

Kate timidly knocked on Baynes' door and they were told to enter. The room was furnished in a spartan manner with a sofa, a few wooden chairs, a low coffee table and a cabinet with a television and small music system. In one corner was a contraption that Robin did not recognize.

It was about four feet high, made of tubular metal and consisted of four triangles forming the geometric shape called a "tetrahedron", or true pyramid (unlike the ones where the Pharaohs were buried, which have a square base). There were nylon loops attached to the tubes at various places. Across the front were two horizontal bars, with slots to adjust the height, and gears controlled by big plastic knobs that could move the bars forward and back. Attached to the apex of the front triangle was a hinged, padded metal collar clearly designed as a neck restraint. Robin did not like the look of the thing, and judging by her expression, Kate liked it no better.

Major Baynes was sitting in one of the chairs with what could have a smile on his face. "Now that you have finally arrived..." he glanced down at his watch meaningfully, "...I see no reason to delay any longer. Cadet Swenson, please remove your uniform, and kneel down with your back to the tri-rack." He nodded his head to indicate the steel-tube gadget.

Both girls were silent as Kate stripped down, revealing her magnificent full round breasts, firm, smooth ass, pink-lipped pubic mound garnished by wavy golden strands of hair and long, sexy legs. Robin could see the bulge starting in the Major's pants as he watched the beautiful cadet, naked except for her nylon restraining belt, kneel on the floor in front of the "tri-rack" to await further orders.

"Cadet Bransom, would you please put the restraining cuffs on Swenson?" he asked Robin. "Fasten the legs above the knees and at mid-thigh, the arms on the descending rods behind at the wrist, elbow and biceps, and then close the collar around her neck."

Robin followed these directions, binding the docile blonde beauty into the device. She wished, not for the first time and not for the last, that there was something she could do to stop what was about to happen to Kate. She knew the sadistic Major was planning to torture her friend and, perhaps worse, that Robin was going to be ordered to help.

When Robin was finished, Kate was fixed in an uncomfortable and very vulnerable posture. Her arms were pulled sharply back and down by the diagonal downward-slanting poles, wrenching her shoulders painfully, and compelling her to thrust her full breasts far out in front of her body. Her legs were wide apart, and her nether lips were separated as if in invitation. Her neck was locked in the steel ring, immobilizing her head. Her normal rosy complexion looked a little pale to Robin, although perhaps this was only an effect of the fluorescent overhead lighting.

Major Baynes rose from his chair, and strolled over to the helpless girl. He flicked lightly at the Kate's sweet, pink nipples with his leather baton, and said, "Summarize Admiral Yamamoto's operational plan for the invasion of Midway Island. Explain the specific assignments of the various operational units."

This was exactly what Robin had reviewed with Kate in the short time they had to prepare. She prayed that Kate would not panic and draw a blank because of her painful predicament and the threatening demeanor of the Major.

"Sir, the object of the plan was to draw the aircraft carriers of U.S Pacific Fleet to Midway and annihilate them with air attacks launched from Admiral Nagumo's Carrier Striking Force of four large carriers..." Kate responded confidently. Robin allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief as Kate continued on for several minutes, giving an accurate and detailed account of the complicated Japanese plan, until Baynes abruptly cut her off.

"Very good, Cadet. It appears that there is some hope for you after all," he said, sounding to Robin's ears a little disappointed.

"Now please tell me which of the Principles of War the Japanese plan violated, and provide specific examples," he said.

Robin drew a breath in sharply, and Kate looked stunned. This question was completely unexpected. There was nothing about this in the textbook.

"Sir," Robin protested, her heart sinking. "The book doesn't discuss how Yamamoto violated the Principles of War."

"True, Cadet Bransom, but you did study those principles last term in Military Science, did you not?" he inquired mildly, turning his gaze on her.

They had. In fact, Baynes had been their instructor in Military Science during the first term. "Yes sir, but..." Robin began.

"Cadet, please lower your pants and get down on the floor here in front of me," Baynes said, cutting her off.

Robin ripped open the front and back Velcro fasteners of her skinsuit, lowered her trousers to her ankles, and sank to the floor in front of the officer resignedly.

"Put your face on my boots, your hands around my legs and arch your back to receive discipline," he ordered.

Silently, Robin crouched in the exposed and humiliating position. She had been reasonably sure that she would be disciplined for protesting, but she was unwilling to see poor Kate punished without letting Baynes know that she at least knew how unfair the question was.

Baynes stood over Robin for a long minute simply admiring the trim behind the girl at his feet displayed so submissively.

"Are you suggesting that there is something wrong with my asking Cadet Swenson to remember and apply something she studied last semester to material she is studying at present?" he asked at last.

"No sir," Robin mumbled into his shoes. Not if she was a doctoral student in the history of the Second World War, Robin thought, instead of a nineteen year-old graduate of Moose Lake High School in Carlton County, Minnesota with one semester at a military academy.

"Then we are in agreement," the Major said. He slashed down viciously at Robin's deliciously displayed bottom globes with his crop, instantly raising a pink welt. Robin gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out. He continued with four more hard cuts into the blameless behind the girl so amiably presented to him. After the fifth stroke he said, "Now you may admit your error, Cadet."

Without raising her head, Robin said tonelessly, "I was wrong, sir. The question is appropriate. Please accept my apology for my unwarranted interference."

Major Baynes was not completely mollified. "I suggest that you do not interfere again, Cadet. I may not choose such a mild correction next time," he said threateningly. He addressed Kate. "Well, Swenson, what's the answer?"

"Uh, Principle of the Offensive, sir?" she guessed.

Baynes shook his head. "I am forced to wonder if you learned anything last term," he said. "Bransom, get on your feet. You will aid Cadet Swenson by providing the appropriate reinforcement."

He opened a drawer in the table, and removed a thin white rod set in a black handle, which he displayed to the girls. "This is a new disciplinary device, just approved for use on cadets." He explained. "You can see that it is very light and rather insubstantial. It is called a 'neuro-lash', because it directly stimulates the nerve endings without causing any tissue damage. Thus it can deliver quite severe chastisements without producing any somatic damage in the individual being corrected. I will demonstrate. Hold out your hand palm upwards, Cadet," he ordered Robin.

Robin extended her arm, with her hand open. She considered herself to be as hardened to pain as anyone in the platoon, and she did not have any great fear of the slender stick.

The Major raised the wand and brought it down, not very hard, on her open hand, and a blinding pain ripped across her hand, dropping Robin to her knees.

"Ahh, ahh!" Robin screamed, clutching her wounded member. It felt as if he had cut the palm of her hand open with a hot knife. She looked at her palm, expecting to see torn flesh and bone showing through. There was nothing, not even a little pink line, no mark whatever to indicate the horrendous agony that the stroke had caused. In a few seconds the pain faded away as if it had never happened.

The Major observed Robin's reaction with apparent approval. "There are nine Principles of War. Therefore you will administer nine strokes of the neuro-lash to Cadet Swenson's breasts while I review them for her. Swenson will recite the nine Principles back to me, and then will apply them to answer the question. Begin."

After the cadets had become acclimatized to the everyday brutality of the Academy, they resolved to demonstrate their courage by giving their oppressors as little satisfaction as possible when they were tortured. Kate was as brave as any girl in the First Platoon. They all agreed that if the instructors whipped Kate's buttocks or even her vulva, she would be beaten unconscious before she would cry out or beg for mercy. But she had one weakness: her marvelous breasts. Her pearly globes were the largest in the platoon, and as firm as those any other girl. In spite of her size, she had no need for the support of a bra.

As firm and shapely as Kate's mammaries were, they were just as sensitive. Practically the slightest touch anywhere on them would bring her delightful pink nipples to sudden life. Her little nubs in turn were so responsive that she could be brought to the edge of a climax simply by having them properly stroked, squeezed, and sucked. Her lover, little Kim Lee, enjoyed toying with Kate's delicate buds until the blonde girl begged for relief, and then would make her explode by plying her mouth on Kate's pussy.

Kate's breasts were as receptive to pain as they were to pleasure. General Cafferson, when he used her on his periodic visits to the Academy, would invariably find an occasion to manipulate her wondrous globes until her nipples were engorged with lust, and then pinch them vigorously between his fingers until all her pride was gone and she was reduced to tears, begging for him to stop. The General found her breasts so delightful he issued a standing order that they were not to be whipped or punished in any way that might be permanently scar or disfigured them. This had saved her from something all of her classmates had suffered on multiple occasions.