Fiona on Parade

From New Blushes 2.20

‘Hello Fiona.’

‘Hello sir.’

She closes the door quietly behind her, then goes to stand at attention in front of Mr Brunton’s desk. It is five o’clock, after normal school hours, but school hasn’t finished for Fiona Daltry. It is time for a special training session with Mr Brunton.

Henry Brunton, fiftyish and with his bald head and round glasses giving him a somewhat owlish look, is in charge of the school WRAF Cadet Unit. It is an active group because St Monica’s has the RAF Western Command Headquarters just a few miles away and quite a few of the staff send their daughters to the school. Service officers are keen to have proper discipline for their daughters. Well-trained girls make decorous, disciplined young women, the kind of young women a fellow officer will be happy to have as a wife. So the school’s Cadet Unit is well supported. And Henry Brunton you could say has a pretty free hand in disciplining his charges.

‘Well, everything in order, Fiona?’

Fiona pulls her shoulders back. ‘Yes sir. I think so.’

She is a pretty girl of 17 with short curling chestnut hair and an attractive, already quite womanly shape. Pulling back her shoulders thrusts Fiona’s good-sized boobs into prominence under her tight jacket. She is wearing the Cadet uniform. Earlier today for regular classes Fiona will have worn the normal school uniform like all the other girls. But now for a session of Cadet training she has changed into WRAF Cadet uniform.

The uniform consists of a smart blue jacket and knee length skirt. The tightly fitting jacket has silver buttons and epaulet and the gold embroidered Cadet insignia on the breast. Under the jacket is a pale blue shirt and plain navy tie.

‘Uniform all correct I hope,’ Mr Brunton says. ‘Why don’t you show me.’

Fiona knows what he means. She flushes slightly, then reaches one hand to the hem of her skirt. Mr Brunton wants to see under her skirt. Proper Cadet uniform includes stockings with a white suspender belt, and brief tight white knickers.

Her fingers slide up the hem at one side, to reveal a stocking top tautly held by a white suspender strap of approved pattern.

Fiona holds her skirt hem there. Teasingly perhaps? Except that a Cadet does not tease Mr Brunton. And anyway, is he going to want more.

Yes. ‘A bit more, Fiona. No need to be so sparing with it. Come on, let’s have a proper look. I mean I have had girls come to training in all sorts of knickers. And indeed none at all. So get your skirt right up please.’

‘Yes sir,’ she says docilely. And with two hands now raises her skirt. Right up round her waist. A pretty, and indeed stimulating, sight! The full length of the white suspender straps now on display. Disappearing at the top into the brief white knickers which tightly contain the rounded nubile flesh.

Henry Brunton gazes. Fiona’s dress is all correct. He can have no argument with any of it. His eyes caressing her. Fiona Daltry is certainly a shapely, well-built girl. His eyes focus in particular on the bulge of her pussy mound. Yes everything seems correct in her dress — but that does not mean that a little disciplinary correction is out of order.

‘Yes Fiona. Very good. And now we could… ah… take them down, don’t you think? Your knickers I mean of course.’

Fiona flushes. She knows what she is going to get. A spanked bottom. But she is not about to question it. Well, being in the Cadets is all about discipline, isn’t it. And maybe also there is perhaps a little glow of excitement too. Because being over a man’s lap, or being bent over the desk, with your knickers down, yes, that can certainly give a girl a glow. A tingling. Between her legs for instance, not to put too fine a point on it.

‘And let’s have the jacket off too,’ Henry says. ‘So we can get properly at you, eh? I want to do a proper job. And I know you want that too.’

A little later Fiona’s bottom is really glowing. A nice rosy red. She is in fact glowing all over, and breathing heavily. Mr Brunton is breathing heavily too. She is still over his lap, her knickers still rolled down off of her bottom. Her rounded nates thus ripely offered still. Henry Brunton is taking a little breather. Fiona’s disciplinary training is not over yet of course.

‘Who is it you have tomorrow?’ he asks.

‘M…Mr Millfield, sir,’ Fiona stutters.

‘Oh yes…’

Henry Brunton’s fingers slide in between Fiona’s thighs. She groans, squirming her hips. She doesn’t like this. What Mr Brunton is now doing. Not really. She doesn’t like Mr Brunton doing it at least. She gives another gaspy groan. No. She thinks of Mr Millfield. She wouldn’t mind Mr Millfield doing it, would she?

It isn’t Mr Millfield though, it is Mr Brunton. And although Fiona tells herself she doesn’t like him doing it she can’t help responding. She is rocking her hips now.

Yes Fiona is 17 and in her second year with the Cadets. Suitable girls are eligible for membership at the age of 16. Girls younger than this are thought to be not sufficiently mature to benefit from the disciplinary training. As noted membership is particularly attractive to service families, although girls from other backgrounds are not necessarily excluded. Such a girl, though, if she applies for membership, must prove herself in a stringent preliminary testing programme given to her by Mr Brunton and one or more of the other masters who are involved with the cadet group.

Henry Brunton who is senior English master at St Monica’s is Commandant of the group and its principal instructor, but a number of other masters also act as instructors. The Cadet Unit has group meetings, when girls are trained and drilled together, but a good deal of instruction is on a one-to-one basis. So other instructors are needed, Henry Brunton cannot do it all, although, at times, he may think he would like too. And naturally there is no lack of willing volunteers.

Ken Millfield is one of the instructors. He was new to St Monica’s last year and teaches History as well as helping with sports. Mr Millfield is younger, in his forties, and also before taking up teaching did a short-service commission in the army. That is mainly why he has been co-opted to the Cadet Unit.

Yes Mr Millfield is younger than most masters and is regarded as very attractive by some girls. Fiona thinks he is attractive too, though she tries to stop herself from thinking he is too attractive. Well, being a Cadet and having him for training, it is almost too much. Having to take her knickers down for him, as she does!! Having Mr Millfield cane her bare bottom!! At times the thought of it can almost give Fiona a heart attack. So she tries to tell herself he is not that attractive. But it doesn’t really work!

It is a problem, girls in the Cadets do have this problem because they are forbidden to have involvements with boys. Such involvements are seen as counterproductive to proper disciplinary training. Teenage boys are mostly unruly, wayward, and generally not suitable associates for girls who are being drilled and trained. If a girl does need something of that sort, some sort of sexual stimulation in other words, then, well, Henry Brunton can oblige. Not officially of course. Such a matter would not be officially recognised. But yes indeed, Henry and one or two of the other masters certainly, if their perception is that a certain girl needs something, they will oblige. It is, after all, all part of a girl’s training and development.

Henry drives Fiona home at the end of the session. It is not a problem, he lives out in that direction anyway. And also Fiona is feeling quite exhausted, she has had a full hour session with the Commandant and he has really worked her. A lot of drilling, marching, in the larger Cadet club room which is just off that room where Mr Brunton and other instructors generally have girls for private sessions. The club room is more spacious, there is more room for marching and general physical training.

Yes Fiona has been made to do quite a bit of marching and a lot of it in a stripped-down state. That is, with her skirt and jacket and also knickers off. To allow more freedom of movement, but also of course it is more pleasing to the Commandant’s eye. More stimulating one could also say. But also good for the girl, being made to perform like this. To display herself, her physical attributes. Yes, good for her. Definitely.

Now, being taken home by Mr Brunton in his car, Fiona has her uniform on again. Everything except her knickers. As it happens they are in Henry’s pocket. It is where he put them earlier on when she had to take them off, and, well, the knickers are still there. She asked for them back when it was time to leave, but Henry, in that distracted way he sometimes has, failed to produce them. And Fiona doesn’t want to keep asking for them. For one thing reminding him that she has no knickers on could precipitate action she is not keen for. Well, the Commandant might decide to stop the car in some secluded little spot. For an extra little session of training, or guidance, or whatever he might like to call it. And Fiona is not keen for that right now.

If it was Mr Millfield, now… Well that would be quite different!!

As she told Mr Brunton, Fiona is to see Mr Millfield tomorrow after school. The prospect of this causes very mixed emotions. As do all meetings with Mr Millfield. But anyway that is not until tomorrow.

Fiona’s father is in when she gets home. Squadron Leader Daltry. He is sitting in the lounge and she goes to say hello. He tells her she looks smart in her uniform. Mark Daltry knows where Fiona has been of course. A training session with Commandant Brunton. He knows pretty well what is involved in the training. But not all, Fiona thinks.

‘Well, did Mr Brunton work you nice and hard, dear?’ her father asks.

Fiona says yes.

He gives her a knowing look. ‘And have you got a sore bottom? Have you been caned.’

Fiona flushes. ‘Not the cane. Not today.’ She gives a rueful smile. ‘I had the other though.’

He grins. ‘A spanking! It usually seems to be one or the other.’

Fiona makes a face. ‘Yes. Or both.’

Mark Daltry shakes his head in mock sorrow. Henry Brunton and his colleagues in the Cadet Unit seem to make the most of their opportunities with the recruits. They always seem to have Fiona’s knickers down. Not that he is bothered. They enjoy doing it obviously, getting her bottom bare and caning or spanking her, although they may claim otherwise. But it is good for Fiona. A teenage daughter needs proper disciplining. And also the thought of her being dealt with by Henry Brunton and the others, their chastisement of Fiona’s rear, is just a little bit arousing.

‘Let me have a look,’ he tells her. ‘I should check there’s no damage. Lift up your skirt. And take your knickers down.’

‘No, dad!’ Fiona experiences a hot flush of embarrassment.

But her father is adamant. ‘Come on. You’re not shy with those masters — or if you are it doesn’t do you any good. So come on. Or I’ll give your bottom a spanking.’

So Fiona has to do it. Pull her uniform skirt up round her waist. And thereby reveal of course that she doesn’t have any knickers on. She explains falteringly what has happened. Mr Brunton still has her knickers. Mark Daltry gazes at Fiona’s trembling bottom. It is no longer that rosy red shade which Henry Brunton’s heavy hand has imparted, but has resumed its normal pale flesh colour. Fiona is 17 now of course and it is a rounded, womanly bottom. Enticingly displayed with her white suspender belt and the taut stockings. Definitely arousing. Mark Daltry can certainly imagine the Cadet Unit Commandant being aroused. Well, he himself can experience that surge of arousal.

He gives Fiona’s bottom a light slap. Then a sudden thought occurs.

‘He doesn’t make you march like this, does he? I mean with your skirt up. Or off. And no knickers…’

Fiona flushes. Squirming. ‘Uh… part of the time, yes.’

Mark Daltry experiences a real surge of arousal now. He has suddenly got a stiff erection. He gives Fiona’s bottom another slap, this time a bit harder.

‘Maybe I should speak to him?’

‘No dad,’ Fiona says quickly.

Her father rises, and takes her bottom in two hands. Laughing he says, ‘Why, do you like it then?’

‘No I don’t. But it is the Cadets. And the other girls get it too. It’s part of the training. Discipline. And I don’t want people saying I couldn’t take it and got my father to complain.’

Up in her room Fiona is feeling a bit heated. Agitated. The Cadets of course, that is basically the cause of it. Mr Brunton and the other masters. Mr Millfield of course! Mr Millfield is causing her special problems. And then on top of it all this business with her dad. Having to show herself to him like that…

Her dad of course has quite a resemblance to Mr Millfield. Or vice versa if you prefer. But they are both tall and dark and quite handsome. Is that why she has the problem with Mr Millfield? Fancying him. And Fiona knows she does fancy him even though she tries to tell herself she doesn’t. Maybe it is her father she is really fancying! Mr Millfield is a substitute for her father.

Is that a disturbing thought? Maybe — but a couple of girls she knows say they fancy their fathers.

But anyway the whole business gets a bit much at times. and tomorrow she has a session with Mr Millfield! Yes things are a bit much. Fiona is all tense and agitated. And so she does what she does when she is in that state. Takes her skirt and jacket off and gets into bed. Not for a relaxing little snooze though. No, something else. Her hand between her legs. Where not much earlier Mr Brunton’s hand was. He brought her off — but she needs to do it again.

She needs to do it pretty quickly. And then probably again, in a slightly more relaxed manner.

Fiona has a hard session with Mr Millfield. He is quite a stern disciplinarian. He likes to use the cane! In fact he uses it more than Mr Brunton does. Yes Fiona gets the cane, and pretty hard too.

He makes her take her skirt off for it, quite early on in the session, after some drill. Her skirt off but her knickers still in place. Bending herself over the desk. Her knickers pulled up really tight into the cleft of her bottom. Then he gives her four really sharp ones.

It is really painful, but Fiona doesn’t mind. Because it’s Mr Millfield. Having to submit to him, her skirt off and being bent over the desk. Well it’s a turn-on, definitely, but at the same time awfully painful, the zipping cuts of the cane make her gasp, and jerk her bottom a bit. She manages not to cry out though, and not roll about too wildly. Because of course she is keen to show Mr Millfield that she is a good well-trained Cadet and can take a caning in a disciplined manner.

Afterwards Mr Millfield says she has taken it well. When she is standing at attention again in front of him. Her face is flushed and her bottom is killing her, really throbbing. She wants to squirm about, hop from foot to foot, rub her desperate bum with both hands. But she can’t do any of this, she has to stand still, at attention, and she does. Maybe her eyes are looking a bit bright, a bit damp. She blinks them. She is not crying and she is not going to.

And then there is to be more action, and really anything is better than having to stand quite still with your bottom really hot and humming. Yes some drilling, and marching up and down the room. But now Mr Millfield wants her without her knickers on. Fiona is not keen on this but naturally she has to do it. Her uniform jacket on still but below the waist just the white suspender belt and her stockings and shoes. Drilling and marching like this of course, with your bottom and pussy bare, is a test of discipline. Well a girl isn’t keen on it, is she? She imagines her bare bottom is sort of bouncing around, swaying in an embarrassing manner. Yes Fiona thinks that. And certainly she doesn’t like showing her pussy like this to Mr Millfield.

But she has to do it. Quite a long and exhausting session. And at the end of it when she is feeling quite whacked, she gets another whacking with the cane. On her bare bottom this time.

This time it is almost too much. Fiona manages to keep more or less still, but at the end of it there are definite tears in her eyes. She blinks furiously, to stop any tears actually running down her face.

And then? What she wouldn’t mind at all of course would be for Mr Millfield to do what Mr Brunton does, and a couple of the other masters do it too. That other business. With their hands. Bringing you off in fact. They’re not supposed to do it of course, there’s not supposed to be any of that in a training session with a Cadet. But they know they can do it. Mr Brunton and some of the others. A girl is not going to make a complaint because that is strictly against the Cadet code.

But not all masters do it, and Mr Millfield is one who doesn’t. Well as far as Fiona knows he doesn’t, he has never done it to her. Maybe he hasn’t been with the St Monica’s Cadet unit long enough to know what he can and can’t do. Of course Fiona would really hate to think of him doing it to any other girl. But to her…

But he hasn’t. Not yet! And not today.

And so, well, she is feeling definitely on edge when she gets home. Her father and mother are both busy and so Fiona can go quietly straight up to her room. She really needs to. Take her skirt and knickers off and get into bed. Yes she is all agitated alright and really needs to do it. Bring herself off.

A session with Mr Millfield does tend to have this effect. Well a session with any of the Cadet instructors, but Mr Millfield definitely the most. And today even more so. Because there is something else…

The something else is that there is to be some special training for certain girls in Fiona’s age group. Mr Brunton announced it this morning. Girls who have made progress and will be considered for promotion. The special training won’t be at the Cadet club room at school, it will be in masters’ own homes. Starting next weekend, every Saturday and Sunday for the next month. Five girls will be chosen and one will be assigned to each of the five Cadet instructors (that is, Mr Brunton and the four others). Each girl will spend the whole day at her assigned master’s house, doing chores in the house and garden, and also an intensive drilling programme.

So this means one chosen girl will spend the next four weekends with Mr Millfield. Fiona can’t bear to think about it. She thinks she has a good chance of being one of the chosen girls. But then… well she could easily end up with one of the others (even Mr Brunton!). And some other girl get Mr Millfield. Charlotte Guilden for instance.

Charlotte is another girl who fancies Mr Millfield. She says he’s really dreamy. And could Mr Millfield fancy Charlotte? Fiona can’t believe this, although she has to admit that Charlotte is quite attractive. Also Charlotte’s father is a more senior rank than Fiona’s dad. Wing Commander Guilden. Could that make Mr Millfield fancy Charlotte more?

Charlotte, like Fiona, is likely to be chosen for special training because it’s always the best looking girls.

Yes Charlotte fancies Mr Millfield — and she also says she thinks Mr Millfield fancies her. It made Fiona feel sick when she said it. And the other thing too made her feel even sicker. Charlotte with that sexy little smile saying Mr Millfield had brought her off.

Last week at Charlotte’s after-school session with Mr Millfield. That was when he was supposed to have done it. Charlotte, highly excited, told Fiona and another Cadet, Jane Vinery, the next day. They wouldn’t believe it of course. Jane said, quite shocked like Fiona, ‘He doesn’t do it! You’re just making it up, Charlotte!’

Charlotte just smiled and said. ‘He did. Really. It was the first time.’

No Fiona doesn’t believe it. But even so, if Charlotte were to be round at his house all those weekends, well… Charlotte would be getting him to do it!

Yes the thought is sickening alright. And all Fiona can do is pray that Charlotte doesn’t get Mr Millfield. Well, and also pray that she gets him herself.

Yes pray. She actually kneels down by her bed. God does listen to your prayers, doesn’t he?

Fiona gives a desperate moan. She is going to cry, and she doesn’t care if she does. She doesn’t care about the Cadet code and not crying. She doesn’t care about anything, that’s what she tells herself.

She is so miserable. She gives another distraught moan.

She is over Mr Brunton’s lap. In just her blue Cadet blouse and white suspender belt, stockings and shoes. Mr Brunton has been spanking her bottom. And now he has his hand there. Between her legs.

It is Saturday morning. The first Saturday of the special training weekends. Fiona is round at Mr Brunton’s house. Yes the very worst has happened. God doesn’t answer prayers. Or maybe he answered Charlotte’s instead. Maybe Charlotte prayed harder. Because Fiona is here at Mr Brunton’s and Charlotte is at Mr Millfield’s. Maybe Mr Millfield is doing this to Charlotte at this very moment.

Fiona gives a half sob. Mr Brunton’s fingers are working away. His smarmy voice from up above her. ‘You really like it, don’t you, Fiona.’

Another sob.

‘I know you do. And that’s partly why I chose you. Naturally as Commandant I get first choice.’

It is too much. Fiona starts really sobbing. But at the same time she is also responding to Mr Brunton’s fingers. Well a girl can’t help it. Even if she does hate him. Why didn’t he choose Charlotte. And then…

Sobbing still, she begins to come. A strangled cry in the sobs.

Afterwards Mr Brunton says she had better go up to bed. She is still sobbing. ‘I know teenage girls are very emotional,’ he observes, ‘and I won’t mark it as a Demerit. I’ll just put you into bed for a while.’

So Mr Brunton takes Fiona upstairs. Puts her in the big double bed. He says he’ll make a warm drink.

He goes out. A little bit later he comes back with a cup of cocoa. Fiona says thank-you although she doesn’t like cocoa. She has managed to stop sobbing, just the occasional catch of her throat.

Mr Brunton sits on the side of the bed. He is wearing a red dressing gown now. Before he was in just a casual sweater and slacks.

She feels her heart begin to thump. What has Mr Brunton got on underneath the dressing gown?

He says, ‘When you’ve drunk your cocoa we’re going to do some more advanced Cadet training.’