[You can read this story without having read the previous chapters, although you might read Ch. 44, which contains a recap of earlier parts of this saga. After you've read it, you might wish to return to read earlier chapters as you will then have greater understanding of the characters. This story features severe disciplining and involves bodily functions. If you find this bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18. My thanks to Susan Greenway for her kind permission to use one of her characters.]
Eleanor wasn't surprised to get a phone call that morning from her boss, Janet. She was the executive vice president of Goose Cookers, the company that made clever apparel and accessories for women in the Women's Republic. Janet really ran the company and she had hired Eleanor, not really knowing yet that Eleanor would turn out to have a marvelous inventive mind.
Eleanor now ran the company's capital office and she and Janet made a wonderful team, because Janet knew everybody who was anyone in the higher reaches of both government and the private sector. Janet was letting her know that the Corrections Service was putting out a request for proposals that was different from the ones, mostly for clothing, that Goose Cookers had bid and won.
This one was for an automated data processing system, something Goose Cookers had scant experience in developing. Janet, however, knew someone who ran an elite IT outfit that she figured would be delighted to team with Goose Cookers on this project. The Service, headed by Eleanor's wife, Annette, who was Chief of Staff, wanted a system which would keep track of all toilet use by inmates: those who were either being retrained in camps, reeducated in local centers, or serving sentences in the Service's various correctional institutions.
Most of the inmates were men and most were at the camps or centers, which focused on short-term correction, reeducation, and retraining. The Disciplinary @ Retraining Unit at headquarters in the capital specialized in retraining classes of Corrections officers who had gotten into trouble and were going to be thrown out of the Service but for this one last chance. These classes were almost all comprised of women, since there were few men in the Service.
Eleanor thought that this whole project sounded a bit strange. She decided to give WO3 Kathryn, the chief procurement officer in the Corrections Service, a call.
When Kathryn answered and greeted her warmly, Eleanor asked if it were allowed to ask some questions about the IT toilet reporting project.
"Yes," Kathryn said, "but I can only speak about what has led to our soliciting for this procurement."
"Fine," Eleanor said, anticipating learning something about the origin of the project and its aims.
"Headquarters has been getting requests for ways to keep better track of intimate aspects of inmate life," Kathryn began. "As you may know, some of our disciplinary units require inmates to use the toilet in the presence of an officer, who will examine the toilet's contents before it is flushed. The purpose is to both ensure that the toilet use is a real one, not feigned to get a break from the corrections regimen, and to learn how often bathroom breaks are needed and how frequently inmates perform the several functions."
"Several?" Elaine asked.
"Yes, defecation, urination, and menstruation," Kathryn answered. "In the Disciplinary & Retraining unit, the supervising officer records what menstrual products are used and how frequently they are changed."
"Is there anything else we should know>" Eleanor reiterated.
"Only that the officers in the camps and centers want to let inmates know that their use of the toilet is being recorded, to avoid misuse and excessive visits. Our Disciplinary & Retraining unit, which does keep track manually now, would prefer that each officer have a hand-held entry device to automate the process. We are also interested in refinements such as locating the entry devices next to toilets so inmates may be permitted and required to make entries themselves. We expect that most inmates will be truthful because there's no downside to any particular report. If an inmate is using the toilet more than normal, the supervising officer may well be aware of this but now will have ready access to records."
Eleanor thanked Kathryn profusely and promised to call her soon to meet for lunch. She knew that she could do that without trying to elicit any more. information about this procurement. She liked Kathryn and didn't want to compromise either of them.
Eleanor started developing an idea for the proposal. She would let the IT crew do the technical work--mostly, the software. She decided that the entry device should come in two models: one for use by a supervising officer witnessing a toilet use, and a second which could be installed, perhaps on a post behind the toilet, for the inmates to enter the required data themselves. She imagined two controls: one, the supervising officer could both check the toilet contents and the entry by the inmate before it was sent in, and two, the entry device would have to be used by the inmate before the toilet could be flushed.
When she reported to Janet that week and discussed her phone conversation with Kathryn, she realized that she had made a mistake. Janet told her that even when a request for bids hadn't been issued, you couldn't communicate with a procurement officer. She added that Eleanor should by no means try to contact Kathryn again, even to apologize.
"You better hope she keeps it to herself," Janet warned. "And I suspect she won't."
Eleanor hung up feeling awful.
Unfortunately for her, Kathryn also suffered a pang of guilt for even continuing to talk to Eleanor once she brought up the subject. She went to see her boss, Phyllis, who was Deputy Secretary for Business Operations. Phyllis was a 50-year-old solidly built woman who was not a uniformed officer and proud of her status as a high-ranking official. She reported directly to the Secretary, a political appointee who was the top authority in the Service, to whom GEN Annette, the Chief of Staff reported.
Phyllis was unhappy about even the brief contact. "I'm sorry, Kathryn," she said, "but it isn't Eleanor's fault, it's yours. I'm going to have to send it up the line because we'll be in too much trouble if this blows up and we didn't do that."
Phyllis sent it on to Annette and when Annette looked at the paperwork, she declined to even sign off but sent it to the Secretary for her action. She explained to the Secretary that she couldn't take any action because it involved a member of her immediate family.
Two days later, the Secretary issued a directive to Kathryn and Phyllis, with a copy to Annette, which read:
"I have assumed responsibility in this matter because of the recusal of the Chief of Staff. I am appointing a review committee to recommend appropriate disposition to me. The committee will be chaired by COL Rachel, and its members will be MAJ Kate and LTC Valerie. I am expecting them to report to me with a recommendation within two weeks from the date of this directive.
"Georgina
"Secretary of Corrections
Kathryn felt better when she saw that Rachel and Kate were on the committee. She knew Valerie, who supervised the processing branch of her own unit. She had heard that Valerie was a fair person, so Kathryn hoped they wouldn't come down too hard on her.
That evening, Annette came home, and Eleanor could see she was in a foul mood. When Eleanor ventured to ask her about why she seemed out of sorts, Annette looked her straight in the eye and told her she had done something stupid.
"You should not have called Kathryn to find out more about a potential procurement," she said coldly. "She's now in trouble, I couldn't get involved so the Secretary got it. Now there's a three-member review committee to consider Kathryn's actions. She probably won't get fired or even demoted, but it's a knock against her. Luckily, Rachel and Kate are on the committee, so I think they'll make sure she gets a break. But it will be up to Georgina, and she doesn't really know anyone involved and I can't talk to her about it."
"I'm unbelievably sorry," Eleanor hastened to tell her wife. "Yes, I really was an awful dummy and behaved very badly."
"I'm not thrilled about it, darling, but I think you do deserve some disciplining, if you get my drift," Annette said coldly.
"Yes, please go ahead and do that," Eleanor cried, "and then maybe you'll think about forgiving me. I also now see that I endangered my outfit. Janet may want to have my hide."
"I suspect Janet will give you a good tongue-lashing," Annette responded, "but now I want you to unzip and get out of that skirt and get up on the bed on all fours, sweetie."
Eleanor did feel better that Annette used that name to speak to her. She carefully unzipped her nice gray flannel skirt and folded it on the chair. Then she clambered up on the bed, showing her pantied bottom to Annette.
Annette came up behind her and slowly lowered Eleanor's rather snazzy red-and-blue patterned hicuts. This exposed her cute bottom. Annette picked up her favorite cane and lay it against Eleanor's bottom after swishing it a few times at which Eleanor blushed and felt bad in her belly.
Then Annette expertly drew the cane back and fired three quick stingers across Eleanor's bottom, which elicited a loud scream that was only muffled by the thick walls of their apartment. Eleanor was thinking that she might not make it through this caning. Annette was a professional. Eleanor remembered how she had caned the three justices.
"I'm going to stop this now," Annette told a surprised and pleased Eleanor. "I think we'll have to take care of your relationship with Janet so I'm going to hold off until we set that up." She looked tired and sad.
"I'm sorry, Ellie," Annette said slowly, "but this took a lot out of me, and it was so unnecessary. You just weren't thinking, were you?"