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Authors: Kinsey Grey
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Private Smith.”
Special interest? I was one of the few female privates in the squad. The best looking truth be told. I wondered if I ever caught Straker's attention. For more than basic physicals and the occasional minor wound.
I waited. I knew better than to respond.
I wasn't always a dumbass.
"So the way I see it, you got two choices. You can get the hell off my base or you can accept an experimental service punishment."
"May I ask a question, sir?"
"Is it going to piss me off? Because I guarantee you don't want that."
"I don't think so, sir"
"Take your chances then,” he said.
"I do want to remain in the Army, sir. I'll do anything you say. But what is experimental service punishment?"
"That's the interesting part, Private. Isn't for me to say. It's for the rest of your squad to determine. Your behavior reflects badly on them and so they get to decide."
"Let those imbeciles decide?"
"Shut your mouth! That's the kind of shit that got you in hot water in the first place!"
Oh crap.
I didn’t exactly get along with the rest of squad. Why should I have to fake it? The guys were a bunch of nitwits who didn't know their assholes from a hole in wall. The women were no better. They were a bitchy little clique and I had no interest in the hazing required to become a member.
So all that said, I didn't exactly get along with the rest of my team. It was their fault. Their first mistake and what set us off on a bad foot was when they didn't elect me squad leader. It went from bad to worse after that.
I seriously didn't want to think about any kind of punishment that they might come up with. They probably dreamed about it at night.
Oh shit. Straker's lips were moving again.
"I swear to Jesus if I have to say this again, you’re ass is on a bus."
"Sorry sir. What?"
"What's your choice, Private Smith? Dishonorable discharge or a punishment decided on by your squad?”
I didn't have a choice. I wasn't going to let them flunk me. Let them think they were better than me. I wasn't going to be an Army reject the rest of my life.
"I'll accept the punishment, sir."
He pushed over a document to my side of the desk. He handed me a pen.
"You'll have to sign this," he said. "It's your official consent form. Covers the Army's ass in case you change your mind later."
My shaky hand took the pen and scrawled my name on the line. I tried to hand the pen back, but it shuddered out of my fingers and and landed on the paper. A black streak right over the top.
Straker's jaw quivered. His lips tightened. He picked up the pen, replaced the cap, and carefully set it to the side.
He looked up at me. His eyes scorched the air between us.
"I'm going to teach you discipline, Private Smith. I'm going to teach you respect. You'll submit to both or you'll get the hell outta my Army."
I almost pissed my pants, and my panties were wet enough already. The problem was that Dr. Straker was hotter than hell. He was a gorgeous, lean meat package that set my lady bits into overdrive.
His eyes were angry, but was there something else? Something in them making me wet?
"The punishment will be carried out this evening in the barracks, at 1800. I expect you'll be ready to follow orders. And leave that lip in the toilet where it belongs. Got that Private Smith?"
Every fiber of my body wanted to tell him to fuck off, if it wasn't one of the fibers that wanted to fuck him. Why did this asshole have to be so hot?
Why did I have to accept an unknown punishment from a squad that hated me?
Because the Army said so.
"Yes sir, Dr. Straker, Sir."
CHAPTER TWO
The air in the barracks was electric. Hot and heavy like a Cajun swamp. Summer time at Fort Hood was a sweltering nightmare. Most of Texas was the same. Everyone in the squad stood at attention at the end of their bunks. No one moved a muscle, but their eyes darted at me when they thought Straker wasn't looking.
Straker dropped a satchel at his feet and looked us over with a critical eye.
Special interest? I was one of the few female privates in the squad. The best looking truth be told. I wondered if I ever caught Straker's attention. For more than basic physicals and the occasional minor wound.
I waited. I knew better than to respond.
I wasn't always a dumbass.
"So the way I see it, you got two choices. You can get the hell off my base or you can accept an experimental service punishment."
"May I ask a question, sir?"
"Is it going to piss me off? Because I guarantee you don't want that."
"I don't think so, sir"
"Take your chances then,” he said.
"I do want to remain in the Army, sir. I'll do anything you say. But what is experimental service punishment?"
"That's the interesting part, Private. Isn't for me to say. It's for the rest of your squad to determine. Your behavior reflects badly on them and so they get to decide."
"Let those imbeciles decide?"
"Shut your mouth! That's the kind of shit that got you in hot water in the first place!"
Oh crap.
I didn’t exactly get along with the rest of squad. Why should I have to fake it? The guys were a bunch of nitwits who didn't know their assholes from a hole in wall. The women were no better. They were a bitchy little clique and I had no interest in the hazing required to become a member.
So all that said, I didn't exactly get along with the rest of my team. It was their fault. Their first mistake and what set us off on a bad foot was when they didn't elect me squad leader. It went from bad to worse after that.
I seriously didn't want to think about any kind of punishment that they might come up with. They probably dreamed about it at night.
Oh shit. Straker's lips were moving again.
"I swear to Jesus if I have to say this again, you’re ass is on a bus."
"Sorry sir. What?"
"What's your choice, Private Smith? Dishonorable discharge or a punishment decided on by your squad?”
I didn't have a choice. I wasn't going to let them flunk me. Let them think they were better than me. I wasn't going to be an Army reject the rest of my life.
"I'll accept the punishment, sir."
He pushed over a document to my side of the desk. He handed me a pen.
"You'll have to sign this," he said. "It's your official consent form. Covers the Army's ass in case you change your mind later."
My shaky hand took the pen and scrawled my name on the line. I tried to hand the pen back, but it shuddered out of my fingers and and landed on the paper. A black streak right over the top.
Straker's jaw quivered. His lips tightened. He picked up the pen, replaced the cap, and carefully set it to the side.
He looked up at me. His eyes scorched the air between us.
"I'm going to teach you discipline, Private Smith. I'm going to teach you respect. You'll submit to both or you'll get the hell outta my Army."
I almost pissed my pants, and my panties were wet enough already. The problem was that Dr. Straker was hotter than hell. He was a gorgeous, lean meat package that set my lady bits into overdrive.
His eyes were angry, but was there something else? Something in them making me wet?
"The punishment will be carried out this evening in the barracks, at 1800. I expect you'll be ready to follow orders. And leave that lip in the toilet where it belongs. Got that Private Smith?"
Every fiber of my body wanted to tell him to fuck off, if it wasn't one of the fibers that wanted to fuck him. Why did this asshole have to be so hot?
Why did I have to accept an unknown punishment from a squad that hated me?
Because the Army said so.
"Yes sir, Dr. Straker, Sir."
CHAPTER TWO
The air in the barracks was electric. Hot and heavy like a Cajun swamp. Summer time at Fort Hood was a sweltering nightmare. Most of Texas was the same. Everyone in the squad stood at attention at the end of their bunks. No one moved a muscle, but their eyes darted at me when they thought Straker wasn't looking.
Straker dropped a satchel at his feet and looked us over with a critical eye.
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