Punished By The Drill Sergeant (Military BDSM Quickie)

“You’re going to be walking funny for weeks after I’m done with you.”

As the only female in her squad, army recruit Daisy Collins knows she’s being singled out by Drill Sergeant Matthews. The drill sergeant’s tough and ruthless, a real prick, but when he encounters Daisy alone at the bar, he has a proposal.

Daisy agrees thinking a fling with the sergeant will make her life a little easier in training, but Matthews has other plans. He likes it hard and rough or not at all. Question is, can Daisy take the punishment?

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Contains a hot MF alpha male encounter with a young recruit and a dominant drill sergeant, including themes of bondage and submission, rear play, deep-throating, spanking and more for fans of hard sex only.

From top 100, best-selling erotic author J D Cirque.

EXCERPT
I stumble out of bed in white cotton panties and a tank top with the others, all of us moving like a giant sleepy herd out into the open and trying to come into formation. It’s cold out tonight. My ___________ instantly harden in the air, poking out against my top.
The drill sergeant starts to stalk down the line, his uniform as immaculate as always, hair cut high and tight.
He shoves a kid by the name of Quade in the chest. “_________ mama’s boy.”
Don’t notice. Don’t notice. Don’t notice.
He pauses before me, a smile on his face. “Collins.” He gestures to my chest. “What have we here? You excited to see me?”
There’s laughter up and down the line. My cheeks begin to burn.
Matthews continues to smile. “You could have just said so, Collins. Even guys get hard over me.”
The drill sergeant stands back. “My ninety-year-old mother can get out of bed faster than you ____-suckers. So, you’re all going to stand here in the position of attention and you’re not going to move a single muscle. I don’t care if Hilter himself decides to fly overhead a drop a deuce in your mouth, YOU WILL NOT MOVE! Understood?”
_____ you, Matthews, I quietly whisper, legs burning.