The silence in her quarters was disrupted by the sound of the door entry chime.  The young flight cadet knew it would be her guardian.

She had not meant any harm by the joke, she had only meant to hit the alarm button in the mess hall but had instead hit the general alarm button. The whole space station orbiting Pratmas IV went onto alert, shields up, weapons locked, and fighters launched.

Once the station had been released from general alarm, she had been confined to her room.  The CO's words still echoed in her ears "I will be there to discuss this with you in the near future" still rang in her mind and she dreaded what it meant

She had lied about her age to enter the Cadet corps. She could no longer bare life on the planetary system, to many painful memories.

Pressing the unlock button and the cadet sat up as the CO entered her room. Her father had served with him in the rift wars had been killed when she was five years old. Her mother killed on the raids on the planets mining camps only a year later.

Her father had made him promise to look out after her even when she had lied to get into the corps he thought it was better for her to stay there under his command so he could keep a better eye on her.

He had dealt with the lying of her age when he found out about her joining. From time to time he would visit her quarters or send for her to come to his office in the control tower of the station where he would deal with her behaviors, the only way he knew how to with her, over his knees.

At the age of sixteen Flight Cadet Kalie stood before her CO, but also the only father figure she had known from the age of six. He sat down on seat beside the bed. With a firm "lets get this over with" tone of his voice she removed her pants and her panties and bent over his lap. His lap she had been over many times before, and just as recent as two weeks ago when she arrived.

Her mother's hairbrush was no longer on the nightstand it was held in his hand and he started to use it for the same purpose her mother had. "To teach her to be a brave young cadet" those were the words her mother had used when she got the spanking the day her father had been killed, her mother said to her "Be a brave young cadet the way your father would have wanted you to be" And now she was feeling that brush again on her bare bottom. Closing her eyes she said, "Daddy I'm brave" this was his sign she was ready. And he started to spank her with the brush, "Be brave little cadet" she whispered as the pain built up.