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"There we are," Mama Bear said with ironic satisfaction. "There are those pretty eyes."
She moved my hands up and down a little, almost as if I were a doll with arms she could position the way she wanted.
"I need to tell you, Susanna, that I've wanted to give you your comeuppance for a very long time — since your eighteenth birthday, really. And none of us needed confirmation from the scientists that this kind of comeuppance will suit you perfectly — your crying need for sexual discipline stares straight out of those beautiful eyes of yours."
My lips parted, but the only sound I made came in the panting of my breath, in and out, at the sheer terror the major's words inspired. I felt an uncontrollable trembling grip my limbs as she dropped my wrists at last, and her hands went to the broad leather belt that encircled the waistband of her uniform pants.
"You ate Mama's risotto," she said, softly. "Now it's time to eat Mama's cunt."
CHAPTER 8
Goldilocks
My heart beat wildly in my chest as I watched Major Jarowski unbuckle her belt.
"You… you can't…" I whispered, but she had the buckle open, and she had unfastened the top of her uniform trousers.
I realized belatedly that she had freed my hands. I put them under me and pushed up so that I could turn my upper body across Sergeant Karl's knee, craning my head around in a desperate search for a glimpse the colonel.
I don't know what I expected — some sign, maybe, that he didn't think it lay within their program to train a princess this way… to make her do this thing, the one that made my face blaze like the sun every time I thought about it. In the modern world, everyone thinks about it, right? What it would be like, to have sex with another woman? When I thought about it, though, the way I blushed and quickly found something else to think about… that meant I wouldn't do it, didn't want to do it…
That's what I hoped to see on the colonel's face, as absurd as it seemed even to me, in the moment. Instead, Papa Bear had a very stern, very paternal, very bearlike expression on his face. It said: You're going to do as your Mama says, no matter how shameful it seems to you.
"She's embarrassed," Papa Bear said, his eyes rising over my head, presumably to meet the major's. "Look how red her face is."
His eyes came back down to meet mine, which had widened at the cool way he had diagnosed my abject mortification.
"Susanna, evoking your shame and your modesty is going to be an important part of training you, I'm afraid."
Major Jarowski spoke, her ironic, cooing tone making me whip around in alarm. "You didn't feel any shame when you broke into our home, did you, honey? I'm going to reacquaint you with that very important emotion, now."
When I turned back, I found to my dismay that the major had somehow managed to strip all the way down to her lingerie: a dark green, very lacy bra, a garter belt, and stockings. No panties. I let out a little cry of embarrassment and fear when I saw her neatly trimmed but nevertheless very full bush of pubic hair.
"I suppose I should thank you," she said in the same mock-gentle voice, "for giving us enough notice that I could change into my favorite underwear. I don't usually wear these things under my uniform, but with the prospect of a princess going down on me I couldn't resist."
"I…" I started, and had to swallow hard because of all the saliva that had accumulated for some reason in my mouth. "Please, I've never… I don't…"
"Oh, I'm sure you've never," Mama Bear said, settling herself on Baby Bear's bed, with her back to the headboard and her knees so far up that I could see all the forbidden secrets between her thighs and her ass cheeks. "That's why this will be so enjoyable for me — and why it's a special part of your training, for you. Naughty fuck toys like you need to be made to do shameful things, so that you learn your place in the household."
I tried to push harder with my hands, as if I could get out from between the sergeant major's legs. He pressed down with his left hand on my back, though, making my effort entirely futile.
"No, princess," he said. "Do as you're told."
He put his right hand back on my bottom, then, and squeezed the cheeks firmly, like a reminder of the terrible spanking, and of the further punishment the colonel had promised. I whimpered, looking up into the major's eyes, pleading for mercy. She gazed back at me with cool amusement.
"Don't look at Mama's face, now," she said. "Look where Mama wants your tongue."
She reached out her right hand and rested it on my head, pushing firmly to reinforce her command. With a little sob I obeyed, while at the same time the sergeant's hand relaxed and moved back to the position I had come to know much too well already. His middle two fingers found the entrance of my pussy and his thumb pressed against the tiny opening between my well-spanked bottom cheeks.
I looked at the place the major had told me to look, and the blood in my cheeks seemed to rise ten degrees in temperature. At the same time, as if my face and my pussy were linked in some humiliating closed circuit, I felt my arousal start to flow onto Baby Bear's probing hand.
Naughty girls like you, the colonel had said. What kind of naughty girl was I? The idea came irresistibly to mind as Mama Bear bent my head further and further towards her fragrant private parts… The kind who needs a firm hand. The kind who should be made to do shameful things.
I let out a little whimper. My face was only a few centimeters from the major's pussy.
Her cunt. She called it that. The very replay of the word in my head sent a shudder of embarrassment and arousal through my whole body.
Mama Bear's pussy was furry. It had wiry black hair, completely different from the loose blonde curls between my own thighs, the neatly trimmed garden where Baby Bear's hand now grasped me as if to prove to me how naughty a princess I was.
