♡ Punishment- Basic Training ♡

Robin spent a very uncomfortable night in the bunk of a mercenary whose name she didn't know and was too afraid to find out, before being redressed into a red leather outfit with a belt-top, skirt, gloves, and boots. She thought it looked somehow a lot showier than what the other soldiers wore, threatening to spill her tits out with any motion more daring than a simple step forward.

She'd been deprived of her name and given a new one, along with a little skull badge like the other soldiers wore, pinned to her skirt's waist. The past night was the last night she'd enjoy wearing a slick dealer's suit-- or undergarments, for that matter. The morning was too hot to be drafty, no matter where you stood, but she was aware of the persistent wardrobe malfunction causing either her crack to show or the bottoms of her ass-cheeks, depending whether she opted for her skirt pulled too high up or too far down.

She also felt like those worries were pretty far below the fact that she was being handed a gun and led to a shooting range-- one surrounded by countless mercenaries, eager for a show. Robin had never held a gun in her life, nor wanted to. She thought that the mercenaries might be ducking for cover if they knew what a bad shot she was likely to be.

"Don't think of this as you losing your freedom, Red. Think of it as me gaining a soldier! Ha ha ha ha!" Fortuna taunted her, smirking as she placed one gloved hand upon the other girl's bare shoulder. "You look quite nice in your new uniform. I think it will do wonder for the morale of my troops, having fresh meat-- er, a fresh face working alongside them, that is. Be sure to wear your uniform at all times. Once that hair dye of yours runs out, no one will recognize you as 'Red' without your uniform. Soldiers can't worry about silly things like hair dye."

"Like blue is your natural color?" Robin responded, rolling her eyes.

"Disciplinary action! Tits out for the rest of your exercise!" Fortuna snapped back, grabbing hold of Robin's chest-belt and yanking it down below her boobs, causing them to bounce out to the applause of the assembled mercenaries. "Keep up that snark! We'll have you out here running nude drills long past breakfast!"

"Ma'am yes ma'am!" Robin replied, her lower lip quivering in embarrassment as her new colleagues sneered at her state of undress.

"Now turn off your safety. Aim at the targets. Start weapons training. We'll have you on the battlefield in no time."

"Can I get some instructions? Maybe you could show me how it's done?" Robin asked sheepishly, holding the pistol out gingerly in two hands like she was afraid it was going to bite her.

"Disciplinary action! Ass out for the rest of your exercise!" Fortuna shouted, then quickly grabbed hold of both sides of the miniskirt and pulled it down below Robin's butt-cheeks as the unfortunate girl cried out in surprise.

Robin moved her gun down to hide the spot between her legs as the mercenaries cheered and jeered in response to her nakedness. "What was that for?! I'm serious! What, do you not know how to fire a gun yourself?!"

Fortuna's smirk gave way to sudden rage as she reached down for her whip, wrapping her fingers around the hilt. "Don't think that just because I can't issue additional disciplinary action just because you're already baring it all, Red! Put a smile on your face and shoot those bloody targets!" She didn't seem to be afraid that her subordinate was technically holding a loaded weapon.

"I figured the leader of the mercenaries was going to be the least agreeable of the bunch, but I don't think I pictured that being in the 'annoying to talk to' sense," Robin sighed, finally doing as she was asked and looking for the way to disarm the gun's safety. "Can I at least pull my skirt back up? It's going to be hard to walk with it wrapped around my thighs like this..."

"No you may not! A soldier has to overcome adversity! Are you a soldier or not?!"

"Not! I'm not a soldier!"

"Disciplinary action!" Fortuna barked, swinging her arm back and then palming Robin hard on the backside. The other girl squeaked and jumped, then accidentally fired her pistol, coming close enough to shooting Fortuna that she nearly lost her other eye. "Are you insane?! Firing at your superior officer?! Disciplinary action! I'm going to slap that disobedient ass of yours until it matches your namesake!"

Red dropped the gun and ran, seeing Fortuna raise her hand again in anger. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just don't like guns! Can't I use a whip like you?"

"Are you implying that I, the leader of the Soldiers of Fortune, cannot use a gun?! Disciplinary action! Disciplinary action!"

Robin had nearly made a getaway before she bumped face first into the soft bosom of Bugs, the biggest mercenary of the lot. She smiled up hopefully into the other woman's face.

Bugs grinned down with all the mercy, feeling, and compassion of a stone gargoyle. "Don't worry, mate. Boss is always toughest on the first day. She just wants to toughen you up. Easiest way to make something tough is to make it tender first, heh heh." Despite her words of encouragement, she held hard to Robin's arms, keeping her in place.

Robin gulped as she saw Fortuna approaching, curling her whip in anger. "I'm not cut out for fighting. M-Maybe I can just do everyone's laundry and stuff?"

"Hold still, Robin, and quit squirming. I'm not going to spank you again, Red." Fortuna sighed, wearing a tight frown.

"Phew..."

Fortuna wrapped one arm around her neck and caught her in a headlock, then led her stumbling back a few places. "Bugs! Start spanking the rookie and don't stop until I say so! We're going to put the fear into you yet, Red!"

Each of Bugs's slaps was so enthusiastic-- and large-- that when the hand pulled back, the whole of Robin's round, jiggling bottom was left redder. Despite enduring disciplinary action after disciplinary action for the rest of the morning, Robin never felt any closer to becoming a true-blue mercenary soldier. She was only suited to this new lifestyle in one way: she was used to working on her feet. That would, in fact, be a critical skill, as it seemed like the Boss had designs on making sure she never sat down on her ass comfortably again.

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