Academy Exercises Continue : At Bottom Line

Alex, as absolutely-accomplished army-brat of age-old army ancestry, was raised well and traditionally: at home, absolute application and absolutely abject attitude are always assumed and, as appropriate, adjusted ad-hoc and ad-lib by any amount of attire-abandoned-adolescent-arse-agony, attribute-applied as aptly as ably, any-time, any-place, any all-male audience. The family motto is Obeying Our Fathers: Providence -principal-, PotUS -in principle- and the Paternal Patriarchate plus proxies -pragmatical preceptorial presence- as providers of paternalistic perfectionism per piously-perfectly-perilously-presented puerile-penitent-pup-posterior-pounding-punishment. Alex and his knave kin would routinely, without reservations, pray to Heaven, swear allegiance to Washington and present their pantless posteriors perfectly-perilously for pa, pops, those’s peers and paternal proxies to be plentifully, pitilessly purple-pain-pounded for peccadilloes or ‘putting in puerile place’ at paternalistic pleasure or -Heaven forbid, heinous heathenishly-hot hell on humble-hound-hiney-hide- pernicious profound displeasure. By God and Jove (=PotUS), this pitiless paternalism performed perfectly in progressively perfecting his performance in proving his patriarch pretty proud of the practically-perfect pup: by the time he’s matriculated in academy, as legacy cadet, his obedience is as immaculate as his attire, accessory appearance and all-AAs at school and Bible class. Although athletic excellence always was a family tradition, the patriarch decided his average attitude for sports was to be turned into an advantage by withdrawing him from common clubs and assure he’ll be ready for academy athletic standards by home-training, all the liberated time going into STEM coaching, working on IT skills for the new age of high tech-warfare, to the highest hacker-standards, acing the brand new ‘crafty cadets computer cracking crack coaching’ (C6) program, where exams require cyber-breaking-in unnoticed, without any noticeable damage, into MIT, NASA and Pentagon.
According to about all at Academy, Aiden is as Alex’s roommate the luckiest cadet ever, with a magnificent mentor who all but writes all his papers A-grade, joint assignments always A+ as Alex aces it all ad-hoc, and astute advise. Alas, absurdly, all the ace’s AAs at-last aren’t advantageous at all: as always the academy’s awful simulator-test allows no winning outcome ever and Alex can’t adjust to anything apparently AAs-undermining, alas assuming failure means a failing grade, although actually an A is awarded for the best choices regardless of abominable outcome. Academically ambitious above-all, Alex asked amazed Aiden to assist him in acing the simulator-test anyway by hacking the server and amending the program to allow an astute alterative approach achieving an absolute A+. Although admiration for the ace is absolutely appropriate, it’s also awarded aghast abhorrence at anyone ‘attacking’ such vital system, so the CO decides to award another A+ to Alex, even an A- to Aiden, and also allow agonizing their adolescent arses for the ‘abominable attitude’.
Fucking-up foppish fool French from-the-past won’t laugh last, however, as he’s in charge of security in the hacked department, so all CP administered to both culprit cadets will be added and doubled afterward at his spankophile superiors’ suitably-stern rage, red-raw-ravaging his rotten rear ruthlessly, repeated relentlessly till a review reports reliable remedies to its rotten record resoundingly resulting from the rascals’ rear-entry.
French will be removed from the department, replaced by a really-relevantly-educated officer from the C6 stable, who will actually ask Alex to be assigned as his cadet deputy, to be trained on the job for such post as many must be created throughout all military branches. It will carry traditional bosun tasks, including administering CP in countless cases of cyber-klutzing, to which end Alex will suggest Aiden as his cadet assistant, qualifying precisely because he got countless military spankings before Alex became his flawless guardian angel, so knows painfully much about all formal and informal spanking modes and can be trusted to do Alex’s brutish bidding in barking at bumbler-brats to bare their berated butts for bytes-related-behaviour-bettering beatings and busily, blazingly blister behinds as bitterly-biting as befell his before.