Cadet Caning : Chain Of Command
Officers on warship bridges rely on accurate information coming in to make potentially life or death decisions. The information supplied by Cadets Alex and Jacob from the ship’s lookout was anything but. Following the chain of command, Coburn and Hector have left the discipline of the two errant cadets to Riley, Diego and Jackson as the Cadet Caning series concludes on BLS!
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Cadet Caning : Chain Of Command
Although Alec and Jacob only failed to deliver the right info because ever-neglectful Riley seriously stuffed up instructing them properly, actually barely at all, the klutz-CO cowardly managed to doctor the official log records so as the blame both cadets almost exclusively, leaving the brass no actual admiralty-logical alternative but(t) blazingly beat both their becomingly-bared ‘brat bumbler’ butts black and blue.
Luckily dutiful Diego, who dependably does his daily dues-disciplinarian duty defrocked-derrieres-dermis-dooming dreadfully well, has Hector’s ear as best bad-brat-butt-beater, brilliant blazing-boys-bums-blisterer and born leader, which informal privilege he uses discretely to whisper the truth, alas impossible to support with official evidence. Shortly-after, strict Sir shall succeed to strike the shameless scoundrel-snake silently from subsequent selections for staff simulations, sneakily seeking to speed-up superior squirt-careers like Diego’s worthy to jump over Riley’s head in time, in which case fuck-up fool French can expect to get repaid in clothless-cur-cones-crimson-cuts-covering kind manifold, his other victims given suitable satisfaction seeing and seconding such stripping and spanking shows.
For now, Diego does his duty spelling out where Alec, whose always abundant administrative academy- and admiralty-appreciated activities allow almost no practical training at all, and Jacob, who always struggles with any academic assignment, should still have done better both, using the insufficient preparation they actually got elsewhere and simple common sense, so they still learn valuable lessons, lividly laid on the lowly lads’ liberally-lacerated lout-lower-limbs by Diego’s cane, Jackson’s rod and Riley’s paddle, while accepted academy staffer wisdom is that a ‘sound’ sequence of severe spankings on the submissively-stripped squirt-seats never goes astray to keep currish and compliant cadets on their toes, either much-needed motivation to work harder, as in Jackson’s continuous study-case, or meaner yet meaningful maintenance, as in Alec’s rarer case, particularly in posterior-punishable-puerile-peers-public-presence, proving no pup is protected from proper pink-to-pain-purple paining at their preceptors’ pitiless pleasure or displeasure, pertinent proof of pitilessly-preeminent power and preparation to perform properly in the chain of command the Prussian way, dealing even with questionable orders without backtalk, trusting the system will end-up self-correcting when and where possible, instilling the need and use of reliable reporting through the proper channels, even if in copiously-crimson-castigated cadets’ cruel case that may be over mindful mentor Diego’s knee red-raw-rear-ravaged privately post-public-punitive-pounding, duly derriere-disciplined and then-some, castigated-cones-caressing-consoled with col-cream and confidences, confident confiding can cause correction and comeuppance in cases like Friley’s, whose turn will come to turn the tables in time from this tame teen-tamer to totally-tail-thrashable thrall as if career collapsed back to endless cadet-condition, while they may all rise from readily-rear-red-raw-ravage-resigned recruits to officers ordering ongoing obediently-offered-orbs-ordeals on-top of other cadet-cohorts.