Private Shukit

It was an August night and Private Susan Shuket had fallen behind the rest of her unit in their run. So much so that she had returned to the barracks a full three minutes behind the rest of her unit. The cool night air didn't help her aching muscles.

A bookish woman before enlisting she still was not used to this much exercise. Sergeant Hardy was waiting for her, and as usual he looked pissed. "Private Shuket! Do you have a reason for being grossly behind MY unit and for falling out of formation"? The Sergeant bellowed at her. She visibly cringed as she stood at attention. All she wanted to do was shower and go to sleep but she didn't think she was going to have that luxury any time soon.

"It seems you have a discipline problem little girl! So it falls to me to instill discipline in you maggot! Now you will stand at attention with your legs shoulder width apart and hold your weapon high above your head"! "Yes Sergeant"! She said, a slight hesitation to her response.

He began to slowly walk around her as she assumed the position. Thunder sounded in the far distance. Rain was coming. "Wider, move those feet apart. And lift your weapon higher. I want to see your limbs stretch"! He watched her intently, studying her. Her five foot five frame seemed slightly shorter due to her stance, her tight mousy build and large d cup breasts were snugly covered with her uniform. Her short blonde hair slightly unkempt from the exertion and her light blue eyes looked straight ahead.

Sergeant Hardy didn't miss a detail. From the tight pear shaped line of her ass to the fullness of her uniform shirt. The way a tiny drop of sweat ran over her forehead from the exertion to the way the cool night air was causing her nipples to stand erect within her uniform. Her bra not quite disguising the tiny rock-like bumps. He secretly enjoyed the way her labored breathing caused them to rise and fall.

SGT Hardy thought of the beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts as he watched her chest rise and fall- how sweet and salty it might taste. Circling her as if she were his prey, he stopped behind her. Leaning in until his mouth was beside her ear, he growled in a whispered voice, "my patience is wearing thin with you, PVT. Looks like I'm going to have to make you...or break you."

She shivered slightly from a mixture of the cool night air and raw fear. As the thunder rolled in, raindrops began to fall sporadically. The rifle's weight held above her head began to make her arms shake. "Don't you dare drop that rifle, PVT Shuket! I will have your ass if you do! KEEP YOUR ARMS UP!" The rain fell harder and started to soak her uniform. The jacket formed more tightly around her breasts making her erect nipples stand out all the more. Pointing to her chest, SGT Hardy smirked and said, "even your tits are standing at attention, Soldier. At least one part of you has discipline. What am I going to do with you?"

Not sure whether he actually expected a response, she said tearfully, "I don't know, SGT, I don't know." "Maybe you just need a little extra attention. Some one-on-one mentoring from ol' SGT Hardy," he growled. Seeing her tight body outlined by the wet uniform was making him twitch in specific places. He would need release one way or another. Coming up behind her again, he pressed his growing erection between her sweet little ass cheeks. "I think we need some extra training just for you."

Her body tensed slightly but she didn't pull away. Did she actually lean into him?