J S Bradley

Discipline for daughter

CHAPTER ONE

The showers hissed. Steam billowed from the chromed heads. Vera Thomas glared from violet eyes at the two older girls standing before her and Sandy. She tipped her face up in a haughty way, and her dark hair slid along her trim shoulders. She took a deep breath, and her sharp, conical tits thrust against her blouse and accentnated the slender, long waist.

The tableau was reflected by the long mirror over the row of sinks in the dormitory bathroom where the glass wasn't being clouded by the steam. Vera caught sight of herself from the corner of her eye and was aware of her trim, voluptuous beauty in spite of the drab clothing she had to wear.

The shorter girl in front of her wore her light red hair in a close crop, nearly boyish in length. She had a roundish face and round tits that barely bumped her blouse. She was trying hard not to giggle and destroy the mock seriousness of the moment. Her green eyes fairly twinkled.

The one doing the talking was taller and heftier, with solid tits and a packed ass. Her mouse-brown hair was cut in a pageboy that framed her stern face and accented the full lips of a mouth that was too big for the rest of her features.

"Cadet Thomas, I gave you a direct order," she barked, smacking her left palm with an object, again and again. "Strip for shower duty!"

Vera set her fine jaw and glared again. The rodlike object smacked the open palm. Strong fingers curled around it in a loving kind of grasp, released it, and opened for the next slap.

Sandy stood at Vera's left, more or less at attention, not knowing whether to be afraid or to make a game of it the way she did with most things. She was a petite little thing with blonde hair and freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks. She was Vera's life-long friend and now her roommate at the academy, also a new cadet.

All four girls wore blouse-and-skirt uniforms of coordinated military green. The main difference was that the older girls sported Second Lieutenant bars on their collars.

"One more time, girls, and then Hoffman and I are going to report you to Captain Garner for insubordination," the hefty one said in her best snarl, smacking her palm once more. "Strip naked – now!"

Hoffman couldn't suppress her giggles any longer. Her face wrinkled cutely. She glanced at Smith apologetically, putting one hand to her mouth and the other into her crotch, cupping her pussy slightly with it. She straightened up and looked serious again.

Vera caught Sandy's movement beside her. The little blonde had undone the first two buttons of her blouse and was working on the third.

"Stop, Sandy," Vera said. "I don't think they can report us for a damn thing. Stripping isn't a proper order." She shifted her weight to one leg, which made her trim hip flare under the skirt. She saw the way Smith's eyes went to the line of it and her fingers clasped the long object lingeringly again.

Smith glowered and came a step forward, thrusting her face upward into Vera's. "Defiant bitch, aren't you?" she snarled. "Well, we'll take care of that in just a minute. Shower duty is required of all new cadets at Bronson Academy. It's part of the training to teach you to follow orders from your superiors and to make you stop thinking you're somebody around here. You're nothing Thomas! You got that – nothing! Maw, you can pull shower duty with me and Hoffman or with Captain Garner herself, take your choice. Only I'll guarantee you'll like it better with us, won't they, Hoffman?"

Hoffman giggled and grabbed at her crotch again, her eyes really twinkling now. "Maybe she's a lez, too, Beth," she said. "Maybe she'd like it better with Garner, after all."

Sandy's eyes widened. "Captain Garner – a lez? Really?" She paused in the middle of running her skirt zipper down over her round, tight little asscheeks.

Beth Smith turned her head toward Sandy and grinned wickedly. "Does that idea appeal to you, Cadet Perkins?" Her eyes took on a heated look. "You like girl games do you?"

Vera watched their eyes meet. Then she didn't believe the words or the expression that came from her friend's face.

"Sometimes," Sandy said, her freckles glowing in the steam that was beginning to fill the room.

"You and I are going to get along just fine. Perkins," Smith said huskily.

"What – just what happens with shower duty, Ma'am?" Sandy asked a pink tongue darting out to lick her full lips.

"You obey orders, of course," Smith grinned.

She looked directly into Vera's violet eyes again. "And you get your mouth washed out – your south mouth. With this!"

She whipped the long object from behind her back and held it right under Vera's nose. It was a bar of soap. Not a bar, exactly. It was a cock of soap. Long, thick, flesh colored, complete in every detail, with coronal ridge and veins and balls.

Vera shrank back slightly her eyes fixed on the realistic prick of soap. She felt an inner trembling that she tried very hard not to let show on her face.

This was madness. She had to stop this from happening. She couldn't let this bitch fuck a cock into her virginal pussy. Not any kind of cock. Not even one made of soap.

"Is that before or after we're supposed to use it on you, Lieutenant?" she said as insolently as she could.

"Just for that, Thomas, I think I'll wash your ass out with it, too," she said nastily, giving the rod a twist. Then, without taking her domineering gaze from Vera's eyes, she spoke to the little redhead. "Judy, go see if Cora's got our little surprise ready. I don't think Thomas is going to cooperate with us and be fun. I think she's going to need some help with her shower duty after all." She grinned again. "One of the first lessons in tactics, Thomas – have some troops in reserve."

Judy Hoffman hesitated, squeezing her crotch harder. "I don't think we should do that, Beth," she said fearfully. "If Miriam finds out about the surprise, she'll kill us!"

Beth turned her head. "You let me worry about Miriam. I know how to handle her. I know just what the captain likes." She licked her full lips with an astonishingly long tongue and let out a laugh that was unexpectedly rich and throaty. "Go on. And see if her car's back yet while you're at it."

Judy shook her hand over her cunt this time, bowing her knees slightly to give her excited pussy a good squeeze. She hurried around the wall of sinks out of sight into the other half of the room to where the toilet stalls were. There was the sound of a window being opened hushed whispers, some rustling and scraping. Judy stuck her head around the corner of the wall.

"They're here, Beth," she said. "Miriam's car isn't at her cottage."

Beth grinned again, swelling her chest, making her tits push her blouse out. "Cadets Cobb and Bast – enter and stand at attention!" she barked.

Vera turned her head to look and gasped as two boys rounded the corner and stood stiffly, trying not to leer at Sandy, who had let her skirt drop and stood in yellow bikini panties.

"You've finished your kitchen duty and are on free time now?" Beth asked them.

"Yeah," the blonde one said, grinning toward Sandy.

"Yes, Lt. Smith!" Beth barked.

"Uh, right, Ma'am – Lieutenant." Bast nodded. He licked his lips and couldn't hide the way his cock was stiffening inside his fatigue pants. Good muscles bulged at his T-shirt. His eyes shifted from the running showers to Sandy and Vera, to the officers. "Those showers would feel mighty good right now, Ma'am."

"Don't anticipate me, Bast," Beth ordered. She turned the soap cock in her hand, holding it tightly as she eyed the boys. "Over here on the women's side, we have what is known as shower duty, a training exercise for our new cadets."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bast said, still eyeing Sandy, taking in the pert swell of her asscheeks inside the tight panties, the heft of her tits inside her bra.

"On occasion," Beth continued, "we have a reluctant cadet. At such times, it becomes necessary to comandeer assistance. This is one of those times. You will therefore assist these two cadets in stripping for shower duty. Be aware, however, that any breach of silence on this matter – to anyone – will result in charges placed against both of you of entering the womens' quarters in an unlawful and unmilitary manner. Captain Garner will see that the charges stick, you have my word on it. Is all that clear, gentlemen?"

"Perfectly clear, Lt. Smith." Bast grinned, his cock fully stiff now. He glanced at Cobb beside him and elbowed him. "Damn, Frank, this is one order I don't mind taking, huh?"

Frank Cobb barely acknowledged his roommate. He couldn't take his eyes from Vera. They went over her dark hair, her thrusting tits, her long, slim waist and flaring ass, over and over. But mostly, he couldn't stop looking at her face. There was something disquieting about it – not just the haughty, nearly insolent expression. Something more; something nearly familiar. As if he'd known her before. Not just seen her, like in a dream but had known her.

Vera was having the same feelings as she looked at Frank. The dark hair, the dark eyes, the line of his cheekbones and jaw… God, he looked actually resembled her father! A younger version of him. Something. God, it was uncanny!

"Just so there is no question as to the outcome, gentlemen, you may use whatever mode of persuasion is necessary to accomplish the order I've given you. Cadet flast, you may assist Cadet Perkins in removing her blouse, bra and. Panties after you have stripped yourself and displayed that stiff cock you're trying to hide from all of us."

Vera sucked in her breath and looked quicky at Beth. The girl's eyes were on her, tormenting her, ridiculing her somehow.

Bast let out a quick laugh and didn't hesitate. He grabbed his T-shirt and stripped it over his blond head. He undid the pants and pushed them down his hips along with his shorts, kicked his shoes off, and stood there, proud and ready, his cock spearing forward, thick and heavy. Vera stared with revulsion and then looked away, feeling suddenly chilled. Sandy's eyes widened with pleasure, and a soft sound came from her throat. Judy grabbed her pussy and rubbed it steadily. Beth inspected the fine prick and tipped her head slightly.

"Not bad, Bast – not bad." She held up the soap cock. "But not quite as good as this. Cadet Cobb – what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Didn't you hear the order to strip?"

"No, Ma'am," Frank said, shifting his feet, finally taking his eyes from Vera's splendid body.

"You can be replaced, Cobb."

"I wouldn't want that, Ma'am," he said, shoving his pants down.

It took him a moment after he was naked, but he finally looked at Vera again. He saw revulsion in her expression – distaste, fear, contempt and a certain fascination. He saw Bill had already gone to Sandy and had slipped her blouse from her shoulders and was working on the clasp of her bra. When it came free, the girl's hard cones jutted forward. Bill's stiff cock was buried in the slick nylon between the full asscheeks, and both of them were breathing hard. He stepped toward Vera.

"Don't you touch me," Vera hissed, her chin up, her violet eyes ice cold.

The others were watching Bast roll Sandy's panties over her butt.

"Don't make this any tougher than necessary Vera," Frank said quietly.

"It isn't necessary at all, dud you know it."

"You don't know that bitch Smith the way I do. She's why I'm still just a cadet. Bill too. This is my second year here, his third. It necessary. Just stand still." He reached for her blouse buttons.

"Captain Garner wouldn't tolerate this if she knew."

Frank grinned wryly. "Miriam? Who, do you think puts them up to this? She's using them to soften you up for her. The captain likes her girls tall and slim and dark best of all, you're in line, honey."

Vera looked at him and nearly gagged. His fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. She watched his eye as he tread the halves apart and took in the full, conical thrust of her tits inside the confining bra. He liked what he saw. The more he liked it, the more repelled and fearful she became. It was that way with all boys.

She looked over hiss shoulder to the shower. Water sprayed over Sandy's petite body; Bill Bast was behind her, his hard, swollen cock lifting up between her thighs, sliding under her crotch. His hands covered both her small tits, lather foaming from them as he squeezed and rubbed. He pumped his hips back and forth against Sandy's tight butt cheeks, and his cockhead poked in and out from her crotch; making it look startlingly as it she had her own prick. Her puffy cuntlips were spread around the shaft the running water matted her blond curls against them, leaving her pussy peculiarly naked.

Sandy was going to let him fuck her. Vera just knew it. Sandy loved to be fucked. She loved being all giggly and wiggly and cute when there were boys around. Best friend or not, Vera was becoming increasingly disgusted with Sandy. She'd turned into a cunt. Just a dumb, servile cunt. Show her a cock, and she was ready to be used by it, abused by it, like so many women throughout history.

She'd never been able to convince Sandy that all that was over now. Women had rights now. Just as many rights as men. Maybe more. They were just as good at everything and maybe better at some. Maybe even soldiering. Vera had come to Bronson Military Academy to prove it.

Only now she'd run into two dumb bitches who were undermining everything with their stupid game of shower duty. Didn't Smith and Hoffman realize they were only perpetuating the old way with this crap? Didn't they care they were officers – women officers? Didn't they know what it meant?

"Get your Goddamn hands off my tits, Frank!" she snarled quietly, feeling the fury inside her make her dizzy.

He'd undone her bra. His hands were cupping and kneading the sharp cones of her tin. Her skirt was in a puddle at her feet. The only thing between her virginal pussy and his throbbing cockhead was the thin, slick barrier of her panties, and he would never burst through that into her body. Not with his stinking male cock!

"Into the shower, Thomas!" Beth barked, staring at the big red nipples on the ends of Vera's tits. "Well, what are you waiting for, Cobb? Get the panties off her ass! Quit staring at her like she was a Goddamn statue or something. I know you've seen a naked twat before, Cobb. Remember?" She laughed with that rich sound again.

"How could I forget, Lieutenant?" Frank said. He reached for Vera's panties, his fingers brushing the skin of her soft belly. She jerked her hips back, her tits jiggling against his naked chest, the nipples tingling with unwanted sensation.

Smith came over to them. She had taken off her uniform. Her thighs and butt cheeks were heavy, and they jiggled when she walked. Her tits were big round melons with dark nipples. Surprisingly – or maybe not – her pussy was shaved hairless, the small, plump lips completely bald. She waved the cock of soap at Vera.

"Cooperate, Thomas, or I'll ram this up your cunt right now – dry!"

Frank caught her eye just as she was ready to explode and shove the Goddamn soap down Smith's big mouth. "Take it easy, Vera," he said softly, reaching for her panties again.

Vera swallowed. She stood stiffly and let him do it.

His touch was gentle at least. He didn't snatch the panties from her pussy. He rolled them gently down the sides of her hips and over the swells of her tightly packed ass. The back of his hand brushed her pussy hairs and pressed the sweet lips for an agonizing moment. Then his hands were sliding the nylon down her thighs. Vera let out her breath and felt her heart pound wildly.

No boy had excited her this much before. Why Frank Cobb?

Smith urged them both toward the showers. Vera saw Frank's cock thrusting out in front of him, waving as he walked. In the mirror, she saw Beth put the cock soap to her bald twat and rub it up and down quickly, stroking her hard clit with it.

"Ohhhh, God," Sandy moaned heatedly, water streaming over her face and down her cute little body.

She was on her toes. Bast was still behind her, holding her by the tits, but his prick was now stroking deeply in and out of her swollen pussy. Judy was on her knees on the shower floor, staring upward, watching the full cock slip soapily in and out of the willing, spasming hole. Her butt flared behind her. Her hand jiggled up and down as she stared at the fuckers and masturbated.

"Very good, Perkins," Beth said, her eyes hungrily taking it all in. "Very willing. But a real prick isn't what we use inside our pussies to clean them. We use this. Take your cock out of her, Bast."

"Ohhhh, nooo," Sandy moaned. "I'm going to come! Don't make him stop fucking me! Not right now!"

"Out!"

Bast didn't argue. He flexed his knees slightly and slipped his cock out. It jerked and throbbed, and fluid leaked from the tip, getting hosed away by the shower. Sandy's cunt hole was bright red, quivering, slightly open from the tube of meat that had been in it.

"Quit kneeling there jacking off, Hoffman. Assume the position and we'll demonstrate to Cadet Perkins how it's to be done."

Judy eagerly got to her feet. Her red hair was plastered to her skull. She went to the wall and spread her legs, bending her knees slightly to open her thighs wide. She put her hands to her pussy and spread her cuntlips wide apart. Her cunt stood out from the top of her twat, red and throbbing. Her cunt hole sucked and pulsed as she readied herself.

"Jesus, Beth, hurry up," she moaned.

Beth grinned and held the soap cock in the spray for a moment, until it was good and thick. She put the head of it against Judy's open cunt mouth, rubbed it up and down around her clit, teasing her, then slid it into her body, sinking it deeply into her cunt.

Judy moaned throatily, her eyes rolling back.

Her hips pumped forward, her cunt mouth seeming to gobble at the big cock being run into her. She couldn't keep her fingers from her steaming, throbbing clit. She rolled the little button furiously while she fucked the cock harder and harder and then let out a low squeal and came.

"Ahhhhhrgh, God!" she cried, shuddering, her knees nearly buckling from under her. "Ohhhh, clean my cunt out some more, Beth!"

Beth watched each jiggle and quiver of the small body, her eyes burning with heat. Then she slid the prick slowly out, bringing soapy foam with it.

"Did you observe the method, Cadet Perkins?" she asked.

"Yes!" Sandy fairly hissed with heat, her pussy quivering.