Harassment Backlash Part two

Wendy Saluted and Dorita shook her head. "Try again your body must be like a ramrod." Wendy tried again getting a cautious nod from her sergeant. "OK now, at ease private." She demonstrated spreading her feet holding her hands behind her back. Wendy copied the posture and Dorita nodded. "Now my husband's rank is Captain and you will answer, yes Captain when he speaks to you. And oh, you never speak unless spoken to. OK." 

"Fine," Wendy said, after all what could a little discipline hurt she thought. After her experience strapped in that metallic monster, this should be a breeze.

She followed Dorita to a large living area where her husband was sitting at a desk reading a magazine. Dorita told her to stand in front of the desk. 

"Sir," Dorita said, snapping to attention her self. "The new recruit is here, Captain sir."

"Very well sergeant," he said without looking up. Wendy was looking at a very handsome male in his late thirties sporting a typical army haircut. He continued to read for a few more minutes and then rose picking up a riding crop, which he locked smartly in his armpit.

"Attention private!" He barked. She was she thought but stiffened even more. "Shoulders back, flatten that stomach, tuck in your chin!" She followed his orders suppressing a giggle. This was ridiculous, if he was going so have sex with her why didn't he just get on with it.

"Do you find me amusing private?" He touched her buttocks with the riding crop pressing it into her flesh.

"No Sir." She suddenly didn't find it funny any more, when the cold realization flashed through her mind that he could beat her with that thing. She had agreed to do anything to get Judy's body. If she walked out of here to save her skin the deal would be off. "No sir," she repeated. "I'm sorry Captain."

"That's better. What's your name private?"

"Wendy Nelson, Sir."

"Age."

"Twenty-five, Sir."

"Reason you're here?"

"To submit my body for sex, Sir."

"What kind of sex and with whom?"

"Any kind and with whoever you say sir, Captain Sir." He removed the riding crop from her butt and positioned it under one of her breasts, lifting it slightly. 

"At ease private." She spread her feet as he fingered her breast with one hand and palmed her vagina with the one holding the crop, his face displaying no emotion. "According to my report you have only had lesbian experiences until your assignment in Judy's home a few days ago. Why?"

"I had only been attracted to females until then, Sir." He removed his hands and stood back. 

"About face!" She turned remembering to do it like she'd seen on television, stamping her feet.

"Sergeant, take the private and yourself for a virginal cleansing. You have three minutes! Step on it!" The women saluted and marched out as he returned to his desk.

Dorita stripped herself in the bathroom and they stepped into the shower soaping their crotches using the hand held shower to rinse. "What are we going to do in there Dorita. I mean what kind of sex?"

"I don't know Wendy all we can do is march back in and salute. He will tell us when the time comes."

"Do you think," Dorita handed her a towel. "Do you think we will make love, I mean you and I." Dorita smiled expectantly looking wistfully at Wendy's body.

"I hope so, you have a great body."

"So do you Dorita," she smiled back at the tiny woman while they both dried. "Does he use that riding crop, you know, for discipline?"

"I'm not allowed to talk about that, let's hurry back in there; time is up. March behind me and then salute in front of the desk." He glared at them rising from his chair, holding the riding crop with both hands and flexing it while they saluted rigidly. He looked at his wristwatch.

"Your are thirty seconds late Sergeant! Explain the failure of your mission?"

"Sorry Captain, I did the best I could. This recruit is green but I take full responsibility and will suffer the penalty."

"Very noble of you sergeant," he flexed the crop on way and the other and then let the business end fly slamming it down on the desk. "Well private Nelson, do you think that is fair?" Wendy stared nervously at the leather device in his hand and gulped while a vision of Judy's body flashed in her mind.

"No ... I mean of course not sir. It ... was my fault too. I'm sorry Captain, sir." 

"Sergeant, put your hands on the desk." Dorita obeyed bending over. "Private, ditto." You have a choice of course of breaking the agreement with Judy's common law partners, if you leave now." Wendy closed her eyes and visualized Judy, smiling seductively while caressing her own luscious naked black body. "What is your choice, private?"

She bent over, white knuckling the edge of the desk. "I'll stay sir," she bit her lip waiting to meet her leather. She heard a whish as the crop flew its course and winced with the shock created by a loud smack on flesh. Dorita let out a muffled cry her cheeks having been the first target. Wendy waited for the next slash while listening to a grandfather clock ticking. She counted fifteen seconds wondering why he was waiting, then a swish and pain stinging in her own flesh. She let out a loud squeal and stood up covering her buns with both hands.

"Position private! This will add one whack to your punishment! She bent over again breathing deeply and waited, counting twenty grandfather seconds before a swish followed by Dorita's muffled cry drowned out a tick. Two more followed in quick succession, both received by Dorita's buttocks. 

"Stand sergeant! About face! Attention! You may respond."

"Thank you sir! Thank you for my justly deserved punishment."

"At ease sergeant, you may present the private's flesh." Wendy could feel Dorita's Body touching her side and then her small hands delicately caressing and kneading her cheeks. Her hands felt extremely erotic, sending waves of pleasurable feelings throughout her body. She began to breathe deeply with anticipation forgetting for the moment about the forthcoming leathery pain. Dorita's hands eventually moved away from the two spherical targets and then gently clasped her hips. She imagined her sweet oriental eyes looking up at her husband in an unspoken: she's ready Sir. 

Wendy didn't hear the swish or the sound of the leather on her flesh; she only felt the sting making her gasp. Dorita's magical soothing fingers returned, somehow driving the pain out of her consciousness. Then the fingers returned to her hips as the tick tock tick tock of the grandfather clock progressed to the next stinging sensation. Strangely, she didn't mind now as long as those ten magic fingers were waiting. The leather stuck, leaving a line of pain quickly extinguished by those ten adept angels of mercy.