BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter Nine: Second Verse, Same as the First
Slut marcie felt as if she had just fallen back asleep when the lights in the barracks snapped on at six and trustee brenda’s voice screamed out her revelry of, “Out of those beds, sluts! You have 25 minutes to complete your morning routine and form a line outside the barracks.” Slapping her paddle against the palm of her hand she added, “Remember, anyone who is late gets ten with my little friend, and the last one in line gets ten more whether you are on time or not.”
This time, sluts marcie and jj had started moving as soon as the lights came on so they were about halfway back in the line for the toilets. Since they were in the second group to seat themselves on the dildo saddles, they would not be late. As the water flushed them out, slut jj looked over at the line where five sluts were still jostling with each other to see who would be the very last. One, slut andrew, gave a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders as he moved to the very back of the line. Once he reached the last place, he reached back and rubbed his ass slightly and smiled.
“He wants to be last,” slut jj whispered loudly to slut marcie. “He wants ten with that rubber paddle.”
“Don’t you?” replied slut marcie.
Slut jj reddened slightly and said very softly, “Yes… no… I mean… not from her.”
“So if I had the paddle you would be late every morning?” slut marcie asked.
Slut jj smiled at her and answered, “And every night.”
The saddle clicked loudly indicating that it had finished its cycles. “We’d better keep moving,” slut marcie said, “or we both will get a taste of that rubber paddle.”
Slut jj didn’t answer, but she did scurry over to the entrance to the showers. When they emerged dripping from the other end, trustee brenda was already counting down the seconds. They both joined the formation as the count turned to single digits.
“That was close,” whispered slut jj.
“Too close,” slut marcie answered.
Slut powers, who was standing next to her turned slightly and said in a very soft voice. “I saw the stopwatch. There were still two minutes left. She was short-counting so you would be late, but you were just a little faster than she had figured.”
Slut powers then scowled and turned her head back forward indicating both her displeasure with trustee brenda and the fact that she would say no more.
A few minutes later the final five came walking out of the showers. There was no need to run, they were already late and slut andrew was not attempting to overtake them.
As they reached the line of sluts, trustee brenda barked out, “Present for Punishment!” and they dropped their hands to the ground. Slut andrew evidently wasn’t the only one who was intentionally late. Two of the female sluts were obviously very wet— and it wasn’t from the showers. As slut andrew bent over into the punishment position, his small penis and scrotum hung down between his legs. He was sporting an erection, but even so he was less than four inches long and only as big around as a finger— a woman’s finger.
Trustee brenda began with the first female slut. “Count them,” she spat out. “…and count them properly.”
She then began whaling on the first slut’s ass. Her swats were so rapid that the slut’s screams and count blended together in one, long, continuous wail which ended with “Ma’am, five, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Without saying anything, trustee brenda moved on to the next slut. This slut began counting before the first stroke actually fell. “Ma’am, one, Ma’am,” she said quickly. Then she screamed as the first swat smacked against her ass and added, “trustee brenda.” As the next four swats slammed into her ass, the scream moved farther and farther forward into her count until for the last count, she screamed before the first “Ma’am.”
The third and fourth sluts managed to stay up with the count by skipping most of the correct form of the answer and just yelling out, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, two, Ma’am, three, Ma’am, four, Ma’am, five, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” For both of them, trustee brenda added one more very hard swat before saying, “That’s for not keeping with proper form.”
The four sluts remained in the punishment position. The asses of the last two, who had answered incorrectly, were slightly redder than the first two. They were also much wetter between their legs.
“Is everyone here a painslut?” slut jj whispered to slut marcie.
“Takes one to know one,” slut marcie answered back with a twisted smile.
Slut jj opened her mouth to say something else, but trustee brenda yelled out, “Quiet in the ranks!”
“Look at this little slut,” trustee brenda said as she stopped behind slut andrew. “He has a woodie… or maybe I should call something that small a twiggie.” She laughed at her own joke and then reached out and ran her hand down slut andrew’s ass.
“And look at this ass,” she added. “There’s almost nothing there.”
She patted slut andrew’s narrow ass and said, “I don’t know how you are going to stand twenty of my best, but you will… oh, yes, you will… or you will be going home like slut raymond.”
She then stepped slightly to the side and took a hefty backswing before delivering a very loud smack to slut andrew’s ass. The very loud “Smack!” was slightly louder than his scream.
“Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” he cried out.
She stood for a moment watching his quivering ass. A bright red stripe in the shape of the paddle appeared across his right ass cheek.
“Smack!”
This time his scream was definitely louder than the sound of the paddle. His voice was still quivering as he choked out, “Ma’am, two, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Again, trustee brenda waited for the red stripe to appear on his left ass cheek before continuing. She drew her arm fully back and put her whole weight into the swing, hitting dead center so that the paddle struck both ass cheeks directly above his asshole.
“Aiiiieeee!” he screamed as he bucked and twisted in place.
Trustee brenda waited patiently for him to give the count, reaching out with her left hand to trace the welt her third stroke had caused. “Is reality too much for your fantasy, little boy?” she asked. “Did you really think I would let you get pleasure from one of my spankings?”
Slut andrew began sobbing, but still managed to stutter out, “Ma’am, three, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda glared down at him and began swinging wildly. She wasn’t even giving him a chance to call out the count. Instead, she swung repeatedly, striking not only on his ass, but far down onto his legs and higher up onto his back. When she finished, slut marcie was sure that the count actually stood at twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She was also sure that trustee brenda had damaged slut andrew’s kidneys by striking him so hard in the small of the back.
Trustee brenda stood for a moment, panting heavily from the exertion. Then she said roughly, “Twenty!” and reached up and pushed slut andrew sideways with her foot. He crumpled to the ground and pulled himself into a fetal position.
After taking a deep breath, trustee brenda straightened herself and said brusquely, “Trustee yvonne, take care of this. The rest of you have seven minutes to finish breakfast and get your asses back here.”
The remaining twenty-seven sluts immediately turned and ran for the mess hall. Slut jj stumbled as they came through the door and knocked several of the bottles flying across the room. “Sorry,” she said as she scrambled to return them to the proper places. Slut marcie noted with satisfaction that by the time slut jj had put the bottles back in place, the bottles sitting in her own position were not the ones that had been there before.
She smiled at slut marcie and then dropped down and hungrily sucked at the chocolate glop. A few minutes later, she had also sucked down the full bottle of water.
“I guess I’m just clumsy,” she said to slut marcie as they got up to return to the barracks.
“You can’t do that every meal,” slut marcie cautioned.
“I’m very inventive,” slut jj responded. “I’ll think of something.”
As they jogged back through the camp, the white Box M helicopter roared overhead. “I think the nearest big city is southeast of us,” slut marcie said as they fell in line in front of the barracks.
“Why’s that?” slut paula asked.
Slut marcie pointed up into the sky and replied, “That’s the direction the helicopter went to take slut andrew to the hospital.”
“How do you know it was slut andrew?” slut jj asked in a nervous whisper.
Before slut marcie could answer, slut brenda shouted, “Box In!” and the line of sluts came to attention.
“We seem to have lost another recruit,” trustee brenda said with a chuckle. “They haven’t decided yet whether he dropped out or was injured in an unfortunate accident.” She scoffed lightly and added, “Either way, I don’t think he will be coming back to Box M Ranch.”
Trustee yvonne stepped forward and said, “Slut julia, for the time being you will be by yourself. We are moving you to the back of the roller yoke with sluts marcie and jj. Slut marcie will be responsible for your sunscreen. Slut powers and paula will move up into the vacant pusher trace.”
She paused for a moment and then said firmly, “Go, Double Time, rows of four, to the parade ground and assume your positions for morning exercise.”
The twenty-seven sluts ran for the parade ground. Trustees brenda and yvonne walked calmly after them. Meanwhile, slut gerard carefully worked his way through the rows and trotted up alongside slut marcie so he could say more or less quietly, “I’m next.”
“What?” slut marcie answered.
“Or at least in the next two,” he added as they ran. “Trustee brenda is trying to get rid of all the men. I think she is afraid that one might be the Master who claims her. She started with the weakest and is working her way up.” He paused and said quickly, “I might be misjudging raymond since that was an accident, but she picked slut andrew for a reason.”
“If she is starting at the weakest,” slut marcie answered quickly, “Then there is still another before you. It’s obvious that you will be going into the Master-in-training track.”
“Just as obvious for you,” he answered back. “That’s why she’s also targeting you.” He chuckled slightly before adding, “That and the fact that she has the hots for your submissive little friend jj.”
As he spoke, slut marcie kept thinking that she had heard his voice before— a lot, but she couldn’t place it. Perhaps she had heard it on the radio or in a television commercial. His voice wasn’t all that deep, but there was a power and resonance in it that would be highly prized in TV or radio.
She was also thinking that he was definitely not a submissive. Slut marcie could tell that he was intentionally trying to look less powerful, but he nonetheless held himself like a very powerful man. His steel-gray eyes were piercing and seemed to look through you— or at least into you. And he was constantly checking his surroundings as would a military man. Slut gerard was definitely not a submissive.
Both looked to the edge of the parade ground where trustees brenda and yvonne were approaching. The trustees would expect the sluts to all be in their proper positions by the time they got there.
“Watch my back,” he said quickly, “and I will watch yours.”
Slut marcie just nodded and took her place with slut jj in the last row. Because slut andrew was missing, there were only three sluts in the row, including slut julia. Slut marcie pulled slut jj over to her so they were in the left corner as trustee brenda had ordered them the day before. Slut julia left a blank space and stood on the far right. She looked over at slut marcie and shrugged her shoulders. No matter what they did, trustee brenda could say it was wrong.
Trustee brenda, however, said nothing. Instead, she went front center and screamed out, “Box in.” The sluts immediately snapped to attention.
Trustee yvonne stood alongside trustee brenda. She spoke firmly, but just loudly enough to be heard. “Stretch out your arms and verify that you have enough room on either side of you for exercises.”
The sluts stretched out their arms. Surprisingly, all of them were standing so that their fingertips just missed touching those to either side of them.
“Right face,” trustee brenda screamed out, and the sluts turned in response. Slut jj couldn’t help grinning slightly as she saw the disappointment on trustee brenda’s face. Again, all of the sluts were standing so that their fingertips just missed touching those to either side of them.
“Box in,” snapped trustee brenda. Then she said sarcastically, “Since you are all so ready to exercise, we will start with three hundred jumping jacks.” There was a soft gasp from several of the sluts.
“And I want to see those tits flopping with each jump,” she yelled. Then with a laugh, she added, “And for those of you who don’t have tits, there is something else I want to see flopping with your effort.”
Trustee yvonne then called out, “Count in unison. You are counting for yourself, so all that is needed is the number.” She paused and then said, “Begin!”
Slut jj thought that she would never be able to do three hundred jumping jacks, but somehow, with everyone counting in unison, she was able to do it.
Following the jumping jacks, trustee brenda screamed out, “UBs on your backs. LBs hold their feet down. Same as yesterday. Fifty situps in two minutes.”
She paused to look at the twelve pairs of sluts lying in the dust. “Trustee yvonne,” she said softly, “why don’t you hold down slut julia’s feet so she has a chance of at least not getting punished.”
She then returned her gaze to the twelve pairs. “Yes,” she said with a sneer, “today, anyone who does not get at least twenty gets ten with the quirt.” She smacked the leather of the crop-like whip against her palm as she added, “One of us will enjoy that.”
“Both of us, if it wasn’t her,” slut jj said softly. “But I’m not willingly giving her my ass.”
The word “ass” morphed into a heavy grunt as slut jj responded to trustee brenda’s shout of “Starting NOW!”
Two minutes later, slut marcie smiled at her and said, “Forty-one.”
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