I stood there in my dress uniform, complete with all my earned service medals and insignia, watching as the bus arrived and disembarked the new batch of recruits.
Many thoughts went through my head, mostly of the last group who graduated from basic training last week and went off on leave until reporting to their next duty stations, mostly to service schools to learn a training in their chosen specialty.
They were still in their civilian clothes, soon to be discarded and replaced with their new uniforms, ready to begin a whole new life in the Marine Corps.
I had them line up with their gear out of the way, as I stood there and started my speech.
"Welcome to Coronado, ladies. I am Sgt Casper, your drill sergeant and in charge of your initial basic training."
As I spoke I looked at each young tender face, assessing the possibilities, but on each young lady wondering if their face had been embedded in the crotch of another woman, because before the training was complete, most of them would be -mine.
"Corporal Dillon will escort you to your assigned billet and then to the supply depot to get your new uniforms. Later you will muster where directed, and begin your physical examinations and those that are acceptable will begin your training."
On return to my office in a corner of the barracks, there was a note for me to report to the Captain. I did so and encountered a report that someone in the previous group had reported me for sexual harassment of a recruit.
The Captain ordered me to undress and get naked. I stood there unashamedly before the man. I was used to it. My dad did this to me repeatedly when I was a young teenager, which was one of the reasons i left home and enlisted in the Marines.
But I was surprised when the Captain ordered me to kneel on the floor and swung around in his office chair with his hard cock protruding from his naked crotch below his desk.
Many thoughts went through my head, mostly of the last group who graduated from basic training last week and went off on leave until reporting to their next duty stations, mostly to service schools to learn a training in their chosen specialty.
They were still in their civilian clothes, soon to be discarded and replaced with their new uniforms, ready to begin a whole new life in the Marine Corps.
I had them line up with their gear out of the way, as I stood there and started my speech.
"Welcome to Coronado, ladies. I am Sgt Casper, your drill sergeant and in charge of your initial basic training."
As I spoke I looked at each young tender face, assessing the possibilities, but on each young lady wondering if their face had been embedded in the crotch of another woman, because before the training was complete, most of them would be -mine.
"Corporal Dillon will escort you to your assigned billet and then to the supply depot to get your new uniforms. Later you will muster where directed, and begin your physical examinations and those that are acceptable will begin your training."
On return to my office in a corner of the barracks, there was a note for me to report to the Captain. I did so and encountered a report that someone in the previous group had reported me for sexual harassment of a recruit.
The Captain ordered me to undress and get naked. I stood there unashamedly before the man. I was used to it. My dad did this to me repeatedly when I was a young teenager, which was one of the reasons i left home and enlisted in the Marines.
But I was surprised when the Captain ordered me to kneel on the floor and swung around in his office chair with his hard cock protruding from his naked crotch below his desk.