“ ‘Dammit, Jodie, sir’,” the latter corrected. “And I can so make you a Colonel, any time I feel like it. In this case, however, since you’ll be replacing Colonel Bransom, you are entitled to the rank that goes with the position, and you are gong to get it. I will hear no more whining, Colonel Swenson. If you dare to say one more word about it, I will promote you to Brigadier.”
“Yes, sir, O Mistress of the Blue Horizons,” Kate said. “Your wish is my command, my small but mighty CGS.”
“You’re goddam right it is,” Jodie agreed. She did not drink often, which was just as well because she had a poor head for liquor and she was working on her fourth beer. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow, I will fear no evil…”
“For I am the baddest motherfucker in the valley,” the others finished for her in chorus.
“Fuckin’ A-right! I’m the most powerful little bitch in the whole world, and everybody has to do whatever I say.” She took another long pull at her beer, and belched. “Now I have another order for all of you. It’s been too long since I made out with any of my old “Cadet Cunt” buddies besides Robin here, and I’m pretty sick and tired of her ass….” Robin stuck her tongue out at her boss and lover. “…and since I have the beautiful and sexy Katherine Swenson under my roof tonight, as well as the elegant Stephanie Carroll and the incomparable Meredith Bransom, I would be pretty stupid not to order them to get naked and jump into bed with their all-powerful and very horny CGS.”
The bond between the “Cadet Cunts” was closer than that between most married couples. Most of them were, like Kate, primarily heterosexual in orientation, but that was irrelevant to the women of the First Platoon, Company “A” of the National Women’s Military Academy. For the women of that unit, lovemaking was just a physical expression of the deep connection between them that would last their entire lives. Merry was technically not one of them, as she had been part of the second (and last) class entering High Point, but as an alum of the NWMA and Robin’s sister she was considered an honorary member of the club.
Jodie looked at Robin. “Of course, if you’re afraid your little sister will beat your time with me… I think that’s the expression…”
“Yeah, that’s what they used to say, all right… back in 1890,” Robin put in.
“…and you were jealous, I could give her a pass,” Jodie finished.
“Nah, be my guest,” Robin said. “Once she finds out how obnoxious you are in bed, she’ll never do it again. Just don’t hog them all, General Lawrence, sir.”
So it was arranged. Jodie found herself in her bed with two of the most beautiful women she had ever known, Kate Swenson and Merry Bransom, while Steph went off to the spare bedroom with Robin. For all their intimacy at the Academy at Highpoint, none of them had ever made love with each other.
Kate was surprised to learn how excited Jodie got from being bent over her knee and spanked and, even more, how aroused the sight of that trim little bottom wriggling on her lap made her. For Merry, who had never found sexual submission even slightly stimulating and did not much care for lesbian sex, the experience with the two beautiful older women was a revelation. She discovered that it made her hotter than anything she could remember. And for both of her partners, the tricks Jodie had learned to play introduced them to a whole new world of pleasure that neither had been aware existed.
By the time the first rays of dawn were peeking through the window of the main bedroom, Jodie had shown her companions of the night how much pleasure could be had from voluntarily doing exactly the things they had hated when they were forced to do them back at the Academy. Strong-willed, tough Kate Swenson found herself bent submissively over a chair being painfully paddled by Jodie, and somehow finding it an incredibly arousing prelude to intercourse. Merry, as independent and assertive as any woman alive, knelt on the bed holding her own ankles for a caning that raised a veritable mountain range of welts on her shapely bottom, but also made possible an all-consuming, amazing climax when Jodie followed up the caning by applying her lithe tongue where it did the most good.
They never heard the details about how the night went for Robin and Steph, but when they finally appeared in the kitchen a little before noon, the facts that they repeatedly glanced at each other then broke out in giggles like schoolgirls, and that both displayed a reluctance to sit down (well, so did Jodie, Merry and Kate), made it fairly easy to guess what had gone on in the spare bedroom.
They had such a good time that Jodie, using her virtually unlimited power as the Chief of the General Staff, declared a new holiday which she privately christened “National Fucking Day”, and they spent another day and night together celebrating it, switching partners, dreaming up new ways to make love, and then trying them out.
When Jodie and Robin returned to the CGS’s office in the Pentagon the next day, they were both unable to sit comfortably for two days. Even so, they agreed that this comparatively small inconvenience was well worth the cost, and they were already beginning to plan another weekend reunion of the “Cadet Cunts”. Somehow, they could never lose that name…
The End
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