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.