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I almost had teary eyes as I did my squats. So maybe I had a stupid unrealistic idea that the punishment could be something erotic like getting a spanking.
Sue me.
But everyone gets crazy ideas when their head is clouded by erotic thoughts about their Sergeant who looked like she could fuck me into next year.
Unfortunately, she gave me these horrible punishments in front of everyone. The least she could have done was letting me stay behind alone with her.
Maybe then she would have spanked me.
Why did I want that?
Well it was Sergeant Chase. My brain was foggy. I stopped a bit in a squat and turned around to spare a glare to the love of my life.
Her eyes were looking at…my ass.
Yes!!!!!
This wasn’t so bad after all. I felt giddy and tried to do these squats in a sexy way.
Hopefully it looked sexy but knowing she was looking at my ass. That felt so good. I felt my face heating up and I since I was facing the class, I probably looked red like a bloated cooked fish.
I was winning either way. I dropped down to another squat sticking my ass lower hoping it pops out.
Then I took my time going back up. Dawn started giggling and I looked in her direction with a scrowl on my face.
“You have done more than 50 squats 12 squats ago”
My legs were kinda burning but this childish girl just ruined my show for Sergeant Chase. I huffed standing straight with wobbling legs. I turned around to Sergeant Chase who was now staring at me with dark eyes and the corner of her lips turned into a smirk watching me struggle with my shaky legs.
I huffed.
“All done Sergeant” I spoke kinda breathless.
“You can sit. All the cards are finished. You can go to lunch everyone. See you at the shoot house at 1300 hours. You are dismissed”
“Yes, Sergeant” Everybody stood up and we left.
I wanted to stick around but I decided against it. Sergeant Chase had not talked to me ever since the incident. After our conversation in the tent, we were still yet to talk again.
I wondered if those boys were really punished or still around somewhere. Nobody had asked me questions so I didn’t know if they were gone.
I was not that affected. Just a few nightmares about Jaimie’s father but I was fine.
“You have a crush on Sergeant Chase” A soft voice came from behind me when I was coming from the service point with my food in hand to the chow hall.
“What,” I snapped my head in shock.
“You like Sergeant Chase” Dawn gave me a toothy smile.
“No, I don’t. Stop saying things like that”
“It’s not like I heard you moan her name in your sleep since my bunk is next to yours” The girl tilted her head to the side and I glared at her.
“Who else knows?” I sighed.
“Nobody. I just think it’s funny that you are crushing on her hard. It’s so cute especially when you were sticking your ass put like a chicken” Dawn giggled
I blushed in embarrassment. Ugh.
“You can’t tell anyone” I rolled my eyes sitting down. She sat down next to me.
All through lunch, Dawn talked about my feelings for Sergeant Chase. It was kinda a relief to say it to someone. Before we knew it, lunch time came to an end and we were at the shooting house where we practiced our shooting.
This part we used real guns. It had about 70 stalls with targets. The goal was getting the bullets through the different dots on each shooting board.
It was fun and intense.
We were kind of good after a lot of practice and Sergeant Chase being a demon on us. It felt good to be an amazing shooter.
After 30 minutes of hitting my targets on spot. Sergeant Chase called us out. We stood in a line.
“Now you know how to shoot, hit the target. Do you know what comes next after you hit the targets?. Let’s say you went on a mission. It was a success, there was a shoot out but you took all of your enemies out. You get praises then you get home. What comes next?” Sergeant Chase asked us.
I tried to think but nothing came to mind.
“Another mission?” Alice asked unsure.
“No. What comes next is the reminder that the person you killed out there is human. Your conscience catching up to you”
Ohhhhh
Shit.
In the field, we kinda just shooting trees, bottles and this targets. A real person
“Before you shoot. You observe, you analyze, you decide then you act. What you act on could haunt you. Even if justified, you are human. You are bound to feel either numb, guilty or some negative emotions.”
I was starting to feel nervous about all this.
“Your priority is to complete the adjective. Do what you gotta do then afterwards you might go through maybe PTSD. Flashbacks or depression or maybe sometimes even suicidal thoughts to get away from the haunting bodies. It doesn’t make you weak or that you are no longer a tough soldier. If you can kill with no conscience then you have bigger problems. After your mission, reevaluate, remember why you had to do what you did. Reflect on yourself and remember who you are as an individual. Who you are as a soldier.”
I nodded understanding her words. I couldn’t imagine who I would become after missions. I didn’t want to lose what made me human. I never wanted to be a monster.
“For next week, to prepare you. We will start with
Simulation training
Live fire exercises
Scenario based training
Mental preparation exercises”
I sighed in relief because as prepared as we were. Some things were bound to be hard.
“Let’s get back to training”
I guess it stuck to our minds. Especially mine. When I went back to my spot, I held the gun and closed my eyes for a second. I imagined a real human instead of the target board. I gripped the gun staring ahead.
I couldn’t do it.
“Think harder. Look at the target, imagine they are holding a gun on a child’s head” I heard from behind me and I knew that voice.
“Yes?”
“That’s the observation you have made. Analyze the situation. Let’s say the target has his finger on the trigger ready to shoot” Sergeant Chase continued
“Yes”
“Then you decide”
I think deep about it then I grip my gun looking straight to where I wanted to shoot
“Act”
I shot right on the center.
“And what was your decision”
“Saving a life”
“Avoid thinking with your emotions when you are in the situation where you are to act. You need to focus because one mistake could end a lot if lives including your life”
I felt her body heat on my back and her hands touched my shoulders.
“Breath Aidan. You are tense”
I released a shaky Breath and my body was suddenly burning up. I unconsciously moved back and her front touched my back.
My heart was racing, my chest tight. My lower abdomen pooling with warmth.
I felt my legs weaken, kind of trembling. I swallowed down trying to get some sort of wetness in my dry throat. Which was kinda the opposite to the hot dripping feeling between my thighs.
My palms were sweating.
“Breath Aidan. Do I make you nervous?” Her raspy voice made my skin form goosebumps all over my tingling body.
“Uh..I.. n..no”
“Then why are you shaking.” Her breath behind my ear.
She was whispering.
“Let’s test your skills. How well can you shoot under stress” She removed the gun in my hands placing it down on the counter in front of me then handed me a different gun.
It had a silencer too. She made sure my shaky hands were holding the gun right then she held my waist and whispered
“Act”
I clicked the safety off then took a shot. She gripped my waist tighter pressing herself on me.
“Act”
I shot, my eyes almost blaring. My body was weak from the rushing of my blood. She moved her hand over my body to my hand tracing her fingers until she was wrapping her larger hand over mine then she pressed our trigger fingers down. We shot at the target 4 times.
I gasped shaking as we released shots right on the center without missing even once. She pushed my hand down over the counter.
One hand on the right side of my waist and the other one aligned with my left hand pressing me down. I was breathing hard almost gasping as the feeling was starting to wear off. I looked up at the class in front of us seeing her and I in the reflection.
“Good girl” Sergeant Chase removed her hand then let me go.
I heard her footsteps retract before completely gone. I stared at my noise canceling headphones with heavy eyes, I knew they were dilated
I got myself up still shaking. The wetness between my legs made me wonder if I had an orgasm from shooting those bullets. It felt like it.
I couldn’t even control myself. My legs were weak, my heart beat drumming fast. I felt as though I couldn’t breath and the pulsing between my legs was unbearable.
I looked down at the gun she left me.
She forgot her gun.
I looked down at it again, my eyes tracing the round shape of the end if it. My legs clenched at the thoughts in my head.
No Aidan, don’t.
I looked at my reflection, my mind still fogged up and the ache in-between my legs. So I thought about her words.
Observe
I’m shaking and wet.
Analyze
If I don’t do something about it, I will faint
Decide
I’m going to fuck myself with her gun until I relieve myself.
Act
I put the gun on safety, hid it in my pants and walked to the bathroom.
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Well that was…
What?
Is she seriously going to do it
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