The instructor (3)

In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.

This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.

*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com


womansoldier

Continued from… The instructor (2)

In the meantime, she had gone downstairs to meet the Colonel in her white baby doll lingerie. She took him upstairs and gave him a spectacular blow job before enquiring why he was home so early. Turned out the landing ship had stripped a turbine and so the exercise was canceled.

Tom thought that they had managed to get away with it, but unfortunately the Colonel’s driver had seen him as he headed towards the bush and had informed the Colonel of his observation. The following morning Tom was called before the Colonel. Entering the office, he marched to the front of the Colonel’s desk, halted, and saluted. Standing at attention he waited to be addressed by the superior officer.

The Colonel was working on some paperwork and without looking up or even stopping writing he spoke.
“Sergeant, do you love my wife very much?”
Tom felt his knees buckle and a sweat break out on his brow.
“Sir?” Tom said, “I am not sure I understand the Colonels question”.
“Don’t be coy with me Sergeant, you have been fucking my wife for several months now, and I would appreciate it if you would cease and desist immediately”.
“Yes sir,” Tom replied, too startled to even consider what was happening.

The Colonel looked up at Tom, and in a very even voice, said: “Sergeant, you have been a pain in my ass since you arrived in this post, and now you have gone and really fucked up.” Tom stared straight ahead not daring to look down at the Colonel, and fearing the worst as to what his punishment would be.

“Sergeant,” the Colonel continued, “I would be well within my rights to bust your ass back down to Corporal and have you locked in the stockade for a couple of months, however, that would be a colossal waste of a good soldier, so I have decided to get rid of you to the one place I know you will hate more than anything. I am assigning you to a posting of no less than a year to the training division. You, Sergeant smart-ass, will be training recruits for the next twelve months. Now get out of my sight and if I see you near my wife again, I will personally put a bullet in you.”

Tom saluted, did a parade ground about turn and left the office at the quick march. He was lucky, he knew that, but he really hated the training division, raw recruits with not a clue on what soldiering was all about, and now it was his job to make something of them. Worse still, in the years since he had last been an instructor they had allowed women into the army and he would have to train them too. ‘Ah crap,’ he thought to himself, ‘twelve months of mama’s boys and lesbians, this is going to be a shitty posting.’

So now, here he was, in the barrack room confronting the new recruits for the first time. As usual they were a motley collection of individuals and it would be his job to whip them into shape over the next 14 weeks. As he walked down the center aisle of the barrack room he cast a professional eye over the recruits. Useless specimens now, but by the time he was done with them they would honed fighting troops. Walking into the women’s section he looked them over too. Tom had to admit to himself that women in combat clothing had always turned him on, something about the way their asses fit into combat pants.

This lot though looked like the usual bunch of lesbian biker chicks who had been given the choice of the military or prison, not a fuckable one among them, and yet, half way down the aisle, looking scared and lost like she had taken a wrong turn and ended up here by mistake was a rather sexy young woman. He walked over and stared straight into her eyes, noting how they seemed to glisten when he spoke to her in a loud commanding voice. Also what he noticed was that through her white army issue t-shirt, her nipples had hardened and poked through the material of the shirt as his voice bellowed at her. “Interesting,” he thought to himself, “she may be a lesbo, but being bossed around turns her on, something to keep in mind.”

To be continued… The instructor (4)

© Rebel’s Notes

2 thoughts on “The instructor (3)

  1. Great contiuation. Tom must have nine lives! His new potential ‘love’ interest sounds promising! Great co-writing! Very Exciting!

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