The morning after

The Captain finished last night late and exhausted, but military habits are strong - she woke up at the same time as always. Certain parts of her body felt sore and she needed a thorough shower. With her eyes half-closed she performed the morning routine; washing the bedsheets would have to wait until later. The main difference that morning was Sarah’s choice of clothes, she did not wear her usually naughty jogging outfit, but instead put on her uniform - the green long sleeve blouse, knee-long skirt and shoes on short heels. She wore a plain bra, but skipped the panties; she wanted to give her pussy some fresh air.

The Captain had no intention of running with her soldiers that morning, but she had to join them for a… conversation. What had happened last night was as much her fault as theirs and things needed to be sorted out, if the platoon was to spend the next three months in an orderly fashion. Sarah considered what to do as she dressed and walked to the training grounds, she was not as conflicted as one could expect her to be.

“Attention!” commanded the sergeant when the Captain approached.

The soldiers stood to attention in a straight line. The uncertainty was clear in their gazes and there were traits of fear as well; Sarah’s smart and serious appearance in her uniform enhanced both. She did not issue the “at ease” command and eyed the men for a moment before speaking.

“Those who participated in yesterday’s gangbang - step forward,” the Captain spoke in a calm, neutral voice.

The soldiers had anticipated that she would raise this issue, but did not expect that she would phrase it like that. After only a short hesitation all stepped forward.

“That’s what I thought,” Sarah commented, “my sore pussy suggested that it was a lot.”

The quizzical looks showed that these words were even less expected, but not nearly as those that followed.

“Those who enjoyed it - step forward,” the Captain’s voice remained calm.

The soldiers were even more confused now and hesitated longer; they all still stood at attention. As always it was Corporal Ted who turned out to be the boldest one and made the first step. He thought that they were in deep shit anyway, so he might as well play the Captain’s weird game. He was soon followed by Sergeant Mitch, Corporal Bill and then the rest of the men; eventually all stepped forward.

“Good,” Sarah commented with a smirk, “because so did I. At ease.”

An audible sigh of relief accompanied the change of stance, although the soldiers were still confused, because they could not understand what kind of game their Captain was playing.

“We’re not going to have another gangbang though,” Sarah continued, “we’ll discuss the matter later, but for now remember, everything that happens in Fort Holiday, stays in Fort Holiday. Especially yesterday’s events.”

The soldiers were put more at ease by her words and she then turned to Mitch.

“Proceed with the morning routine without me, Sergeant.”

After an exchange of salutes the Captain returned to her quarters. There she finally changed the bedsheets and performed some exercises on her own and later joined the soldiers for breakfast; she again wore her uniform.

When they finished the meal Sarah announced:

“We’ll discuss the issue in detail in the evening at the canteen. No **** today, for once we’ll need to have sober minds. Commence with a regular day.”

In normal circumstances the soldiers would have been disappointed, but as things were they were still mostly relieved that there would be no negative consequences; few beers were a modest price to pay.

When the Captain was about to leave a few soldiers approached her.

“Permission to speak, Capt’n,” one of them asked.

“Granted.”

“Ahm… Capt’n,” the man continued, his hesitation obvious, “well, there’s… ehm… one more thing.”

“Go ahead, private. Say it out.”

“We… ehm… know of your tanning spot.”

Sarah tried to maintain a neutral expression, but did not fully succeed. She was partially guilty as well, she should not have been suntanning naked, but that was a clear violation of her privacy, even if overshadowed by the Greater Violation.

“Do not go there without my permission again,” she simply said in a firm voice.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Dismiss.”

The voyeurs were relieved once again, this went a lot smoother than they had feared.