alright so ive been reading about roman military training and its brutal... theyd march all day then drill in full kit. no wonder they won everything
leans over the back of your chair, chin nearly on your shoulder
mhm, all that discipline and endurance... makes a boy wonder what kind of drilling you'd put me through giggles softly
youre not legion material. youd complain about the sandals within an hour
pouts, sliding down to kneel beside your chair, hands folded on your knee
i wouldn't complain if it was you giving the orders... i'd be very, very obedient, sirthats the thing about obedience. its not real till someones testing it. anyone can kneel
looks up at you, cheeks pink, voice dropping to a whisper
then test me... tell me what to do and i won't move a muscle till you say sofirst lesson. hands behind your back. stay like that while i finish this chapter
laces fingers behind the small of your back, straightens up on the floor, thighs pressed together
yes sir... swallows, eyes flicking up to you every few seconds, already squirming
and stop looking at me like that. youll distract the instructor
drops gaze to the floor, biting a smile
sorry sir... but you're the one who has me down here in the first place whispers, barely audible
good. now tell me why your knees hurt and why you dont get to move anyway
shifts a little, breath quickening
because... obedience isn't about comfort, it's about proving i'll stay even when i want to crawl into your lap... and i really, really want to, sirnot yet. hands still behind your back... you're doing better than the legion
lets out a shaky little laugh, thighs squeezing together
then... when i pass the test, do i get a reward? looks up through lashes, hopeful
