Cadet: The Academy by Commander James Bondage Page B

line), accompanied by the letter
“C” on either side.
     

Chapter Five: Meet the General Staff
     
    Cadet training resumed. It was something like
basic training squared with college-level courses added. Every
morning after breakfast, there was a half-hour of drill. After
that, the cadets were put through rigorous calisthenics, followed
by a timed one mile run. Cadets who came in under six minutes were
excused from having to run the next day. After the run, there was
an obstacle course that included a twelve-foot wall to climb and a
mud pit to be splashed through. Sergeant LeFevre’s philosophy was
“spare the rod, spoil the cadet”, and he did not want to risk any
spoiled cadets. Every morning, a half-dozen girls, or more, would
find themselves bent double, holding their ankles, with back of
their skinsuits open and their bare bottoms exposed to the autumn
breezes, awaiting correction for what the Sergeant judged as less
than full effort. Robin was only spanked twice in the first week,
which was less than any of her classmates except Jodie Lawrence who
seemed to positively relish the difficulty of the training. Robin
could not decide which part of the experience she disliked more:
the burning pain of the strokes of the crop or the humiliation of
being forced to ask for the punishment before and the obligatory
expression of thanks afterwards.
    The classes in the afternoon were as
difficult, in their own way, as the physical training in the
morning. They were expected to absorb the curriculum of military
history, cartography, battlefield logistics, intelligence,
mathematics and more, immediately, and to remember everything.
Failure to correctly answer questions from the previous day’s work
resulted in the guilty cadet’s being bent over the instructor’s
desk and receiving strokes on her naked buttocks.
    After one particularly bad day during the
second week of training, morale was at an all-time low. Every cadet
in the platoon had been beaten with an instructor’s baton at least
once that day, and some twice. The cadets lay prone on their beds
before lights-out in silent misery and resignation. Robin felt
tears roll down her cheek as she gently rubbed the rows of stripes
on her bottom, and thought about home. Suddenly she heard a
familiar voice call out “Buck up, girls!”
    She raised her head and saw that the speaker
was Jodie Lawrence. She had been subjected to a particularly savage
beating by the military history professor in the afternoon and, as
a result, had the back of her pants open, the red lines
crisscrossing her perky bottom, which was smeared with white
first-aid cream.
    “They can do whatever they want with our
bodies,” she went on when she saw that she had gotten their
attention, “but they can’t touch us in here…” she said, thumping
her chest, “…unless we let them. Let’s show the bastards that they
can’t grind us down. Fuck ’em! We’re the fighting cadet cunts!”
    Robin stood up, laughed, and called, “You’re
right, Jodie! Fuck ’em!” and all the other cadets joined in,
calling out “Fuck ’em! Fuck the bastards!” until Sergeant LeFevre
emerged from his room to bellow at them to shut up.
    Thereafter, the platoon’s morale rose every
day, as did their performance. Soon, it was unusual for the
Sergeant to have an excuse to discipline more than one or two
cadets during the morning session. Their academic performances
improved as well, after Jodie arranged a tutoring system. The
cadets strong in a particular subject would go over the material
with classmates who were struggling. Robin found herself giving
extra help to Kim Lee and Rahni Vishnan in cartography, and
receiving it from Kim in mathematics.
    They were still subject to periodic surprise
visits from Captain Wagner, who generally managed to time his
appearances for when the cadets were bathing. He would put the
nude, dripping girls at attention and move among them, casually
fondling their breasts, asses or