I've been called to the commanding officer's study - I expect it's for some kind of special award, because I just know I'm the most ambitious recruit, and that I look extra sassy in my gorgeous olive military uniform. I've shortened the skirt especially! And it seems that's the problem - we're not meant to customise our outfits! I mean 'uniforms'. And when I bend over a little, you see a flash of bright red lace and decided to investigate further. I try to deny the fact that I'm wearing sheer tan stockings instead of the regulation tights, but it's impossible to refuse when you command me to bend over and lift my skirt - you're the commanding officer after all! Having been discovered to be not only wearing garter belt and stockings, but also a red lace lingerie set to match, I'm mortified by the idea of a court martial. My career is just beginning! So when you say there are two less official alternatives, I'm eager to choose one. But CANING?!! I can't possibly agree to that! I'll have to go for the other option, whatever it is. You tell me to pick up something that looks like a hand grenade, and I'm horrified to discover that it's a vibrating egg that you order me to insert into my pussy. BUT WHAT IF I HAVE AN ORGASM??? How embarrassing and awful!! Indeed, the vibrator makes it terribly difficult to remain composed, and that's before you announce that I'll need to suck your cock until you cum all over my face and in my mouth. How can I POSSIBLY BEAR IT? But I have no choice, so I get on my knees and start working on your enormous dick. Alarmingly, however much I hate it, this just turns me on more and I have a series of orgasms before finally, you spray your cum all over my face and into my mouth in a copious torrent. How exciting. I mean - HOW DREADFUL! I feel so thoroughly humiliated and victimised. I DO HOPE you don't do anything else to me!