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into my bottom full force. I
was surprised at how much it stung (of course, I hadn’t been
whipped since graduation, and my pain threshold was probably a lot
lower than it had been at the Academy).
    “Ow ! Dammit that hurt !” I said. She
looked at my questioningly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I
could feel myself getting aroused as well. “So, aren’t you going to
do it again?” I asked her.
    She spanked me until I cried, then ordered
me to service her pussy. I had not been so hot since our first
night together at High Point, and Robin obviously felt the same
way. When I put my mouth to her slit she was soaking wet, and she
came like a crazy woman inside a minute. After that, when she went
down between my thighs and started sucking my clit between her
teeth, I blew up like a geyser. I found it a little uncomfortable
to sit at my desk the next day, but it was worth it.
    After that, we experimented with some mild
spanking and bondage on some nights, although most of the time we
just made love the usual way. Sometimes I would spank Robin until
she begged to be allowed to lick me; and sometimes she would tie me
up and spank me until my ass was on fire, then let me bring her
off. Anyway, that was another legacy from the old school.
    I haven’t mentioned the most important
product of High Point yet. Of course, if you’re reading this book,
you almost certainly already know about it. It was me. To be
precise, the NWMA was where the Army (and I) discovered my knack
for generalship. I could pretend to be modest about it, I suppose,
but what would be the point, really?
    We (the United States, that is) and our
allies had been getting our asses handed to us for twenty years by
the Chinese. China had taken Taiwan, Indo-China, the Philippines,
Japan and Indonesia in a series of wars, smothering us with a
superior weight of men and machines we couldn’t match. Strategy for
both sides was determined by battle computers, which supposedly
produced the plan with the optimal result, given the material
parameters. Since their computers were as good as ours, and they
had more men, tanks, planes, ships and so on than we did, we
continued to lose. We needed a new approach if we were going to
stop them.
    When I defeated the supposedly unbeatable
battle simulation computer at the Academy on the first day of our
Military Operations class, my instructor thought the computer
program had become infected with a virus, or some such. When he
checked, it was operating normally, so he decided that it was just
a once-in-a-lifetime anomaly. Then I beat it again, something
nobody had done since the Army had learned to program digital
computers for warfare. When I started consistently beating the
battle sim, General Cafferson decided that he had found a way to
defeat the Chinese at last.
    After graduation, he squirreled me away in a
secret base in Wyoming, where I was force-fed computer analyses of
every Chinese military campaign of the last thirty years. Then they
gave me the battle simulator-generated plan for the defense of what
was expected to be the next Chinese target, New Zealand, to
analyze. I agreed with the computer’s prediction: we would lose
again. After that, all I had to do was come up with an operational
plan that might actually work.
    It’s hard for me to explain how I do what I
do. When I come up with a plan, it seems so simple and obvious to
me that I don’t really understand why nobody else was able to think
of it. I’m told it’s a special knack, something like a musical
prodigy has, say Mozart, for example, or a chess natural, like Paul
Morphy or Bobby Fischer. The only thing I know for sure is that the
battle sims can’t predict what I’ll do, and they can’t beat me. And
since modern war planning (both ours and the Chinese) has been
based on the opti-max models generated by these computers for more
than twenty years, defeating the computer models usually equals
winning actual campaigns and battles.
    The defense of New