Room for improvement.

“Yes,” Kylie said when we returned home, “A good job, but you still have room for improvement.”

“You treat them like kids, very harsh as well.” Kate commented.

“They are kids. They may be about the same age, but they are still girls.”

“Girls that are complaining about you. They asked me why you were always so looking angry at them, frowning at them.” Kylie said. “But don’t worry, I told them you were not angry at them, but couldn’t help yourself thinking about their abandonment by the villagers, whenever you looked at them.”

“Still talking harshly at them.” Kate complained.

I sighed at that and tried to explain:

“I know I am. Perhaps it is because I don’t want them to feel the kind of attachment they are feeling towards you women.”

“You want them to avoid developing feelings for you?” Kara asked incredulously.

“Perhaps, yes.” I replied softly.

“Oh no, you will fail miserably at that. They already are. All of them.” Kara continued.

“But...” I stammered.

“They all know it was you that decided to adopt them. And as commander you have the final say-so on their training. We are merely executing your orders. They think the training is all your idea. Whatever they are ordered to do, in their mind the commands are coming directly from you. Good thing you left one of their own in command. Sophia is a smart girl, a woman actually. Or haven’t you noticed at all?” Kara asked.

“I don’t see them as women, just as girls.”

“Well, you left them alone for the day and night, they will have a lot to talk about during their free time.” Kylie said.

“Perhaps talk about their strict and handsome, very manly commander, asking them obey. And perhaps dream of other commands they would dutifully obey, anything...” Kate dreamingly said.

“It seems you have passed the stage of subtlety, anything I can help you with, Kate?” I teasingly asked.

“He’s not ready for that, Kate, you know that.” Kylie interfered, putting a sudden end to Kate’s musings.

“Perhaps he is ready for some other things, I took the bottle of olive oil they collected...” Kara mentioned.

“For a good massage? I asked.

“A massage and other things, yes. It should cause no problems...” She answered.

“Oh... Eh... Sorry to disappoint you, but olive oil is not the solution, nor as massage oil nor for that other thing you have in mind.” I stated expertly.

“How...?” Kara started to ask.

“He’s right, Kara, any careful man knows that. You need a special kind of oil and unless you see a sex-shop around here, you’ll have to wait.” Kylie told Kara.

“Don’t pout so much, Kara, I am sure such stores are around here somewhere. Every small city has one. You and I could take a trip one of these days, practicing the new squad in urban warfare.” Kate consoled her.

Uh-oh... some of the women are actively planning out their fantasies, and it is not just Kara that needs extra... stuff... And how come Kylie knows so much about that? Looks like the kindergarten teacher learned a lot more in her life than how to teach kids the alphabet... Then again, so did I.

“I would like to see you explain that to the girls breaking into one of those...” I mused.

“They may seem children to you, Alex, but I doubt they are totally unaware of it. Certainly the women in the villages must know, with their husbands gone for so long... They have needs too, just like us.” Kylie said.

Ouch... Not feeling very comfortably with the way this conversation is going...

“Speaking of needs, who will keep watch over the orphans today, since they think they are alone for the first time?” I questioned.

Multiple groans and sighs could be heard. Some grumbling too.

“No volunteers I see. Kylie and Kara?”

Complaining loudly about free time lost and never to be gained again, they prepared for a long day of observation and set off to the girls’ camping site. I waited until they disappeared, then turned and looked at Kate. She was smiling. I frowned back. But slowly I formed a wicked smile.

“You!” I made her startle her a bit.

I neared her, she backed down.

“You have been quite unsubtle lately.”

I pushed her collarbone with my index finger.

“Making lewd requests.”

Pushing her further backwards, in the direction of a pine tree.

“Dreaming, while you should have been looking at your surroundings.”

Pushing her against the tree.

“Probably even corrupting Kara.”

One of my hands grabbed her wrist.

“Even proposing to go to a sex-shop with her.”

Pulling her wrist above her head.

“Trying to disguise it as an exercise in urban warfare for the kids.”

My other hand grabbed her other wrist.

“I am not happy with your continuous remarks.”

I pulled the other wrist above her head too.

“It smells of disobedience, mutiny.”

I took both her wrists in one hand, pushing it gently against the tree, just above her head. She could free herself any moment.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

She breathed heavily, amazed that I was willing to go there. In a roleplay between commander and subordinate. A small smile was seen on her face.

“Are you laughing at me? Wipe that smile off your face!”

She did, but her eyes were twinkling brightly.

“It seems I have to install disciplinary measures with you... Now what should I do with you?”

My free hand landed on her upper-leg.

“A stern warning doesn’t seem to do it for you.”

My hand slowly caressed her inner thigh. She willingly widened her stance a bit.

“It looks like you too need room for improvement.”

My hand caressed her higher and higher. She was breathing fast and shallow, very quietly.

“A lot of room.”

My hand was now slowly caressing her pussy, above her pants.

“A lot of need.”

A bit faster and harder my hand continued to caress her there.

“Yes.” She panted.

“Yes? Yes who?”

I rubbed her firmer with the palm of my hand.

“Yesss. Sssir.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

I started gently slapping her pussy.

“Oh... oh... yes... Sir.”

“That’s better.”

I continued rubbing her.

“But just ‘yes, Sir’ is not enough.”

I undid her buckle of her belt.

“Far from it.”

Her button of her pants went next.

“Far, far from it.”

Her zipper followed.

“You need... a lot more.”

My hand crept under her panties. And rested on her slit. Still.

“Don’t you?”

“Yes... Sir.”

Panting heavily now, in full anticipation.

“What do you need?”

“A lot more... Sir.”

Slowly I started caressing her. Parts of her fantasies coming true, so unexpectedly, but so well played, she was aroused. I continued rubbing her. Then my index finger and ring finger started to touch her clit. She gasped at that.

“It seems my handling is getting results.”

Quite fast my fingers rubbed her clit. She was getting wetter every second.

“But we are not quite there yet, are we?”

“No... Sir... Not yet.”

Faster and faster my rubbing went. She started squirming with her hips and legs. I kept on it, until I could go no faster, but I still went on. Her breathing evolved into heavy panting. From heavy panting to unstable panting, till she could no longer hold it and came in a silent cry.

My hand stopped above her pussy, and I waited until she calmed down a bit. I still had her hands held up. She hadn’t moved them. She looked at me so satisfied, so lovingly, but waited until I would speak again.

“There, there. I am pleased with you, getting back into line so quickly. Are you pleased?”

“Yes. Very much.”

I frowned upon her.

“Hmm... Not saying “Sir” after your answer, no “thank you” at all?”

I pushed her hands a bit firmer against the tree. And slowly my two fingers crept lower.

“I am disappointed.”

My two fingers slowly pushed in her.

“Please, Sir, No...”

I bent my fingers.

“Still assuming you have anything to say about the matter?”

I slowly moved up my bent fingers until they touched the wall of her vagina.

“Forgetting so fast...”

Ever so gently I stretched and bent my fingers, rubbing her tissue very softly. Having come so recently, she was very sensitive.

“It seems you need an extra lesson.”

She started breathing fast again. So very soon after her climax a few moments ago.

“A more complete lesson.”

I placed my thumb on her clit. She squirmed, but didn’t free her hands.

“To make sure you will never forget to give thanks to your commander.”

In trembling motions I moved my hand, sometimes rubbing her clit, then the sponge-like tissue in her vagina. I then started alternating between giving attention with my fingers inside and focus with my thumb outside. She quivered, started to get weak in the legs and I had to hold her up as best as I could with one hand. I continued my ‘handiwork’ until she gasped out loudly and she was collapsing. I leaned against her, pushed her up a bit with my body, so she wouldn’t fall over.

“Please, no more, no more.” She sounded almost afraid I would continue for a third time.

Careful not to break the silent bounds of our trust, I ‘released’ her and I embraced her closely. She had to lean on my shoulders with her full weight, just to stay up.

“Okay. Hold my neck into your arms. I am going to carry you in my arms.”

As a child she let me carry her inside and lay her on the mattress. I covered her with blankets, kissed her forehead, then kissed her lips. She had quite the excitement for today and needed perhaps some extra rest from past days as well.

When Kylie and Kara returned from their watch, she was still sleeping peacefully and I hadn’t the heart to wake her up. I told Kylie and Kara, Kate was resting and that I would take over the night’s watch alone. They looked at me strangely, but asked no questions. Kate would provide them with all the answers they needed.

No doubt about that.