A Very Shameful Punishment

[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.]

1SG Wendy always kept track of any retrainees who had showed signs of being problems. PFC (SGT in her own unit) Nicole was definitely one, because Wendy recalled when she had lashed out at MAJ Kate and CPT Elaine when in Kate's office. Wendy had had to send SFCs Denise and Linda to remove her from the office. She was determined to make sure this kind of thing did not happen again.

Nicole had been behaving herself, intent on finishing the class and returning to her unit, the Hergolia camp, where, except for his brief rebellion with two senior sergeants, she received respect from both the inmates and most of the cadre. CPT Helene, the new Commandant, had sent her for retraining, to be sure, but that was a result of her egregious behavior in MAJ Kate's office.

She missed her work as a barracks sergeant. Her lovely appearance disarmed most of the hard-core men sent to this rigorous camp. It always quickly became known in each incoming class that SGT Nicole, although gorgeous, was not to be messed with because she was extremely strict and verged on the seriously sadistic.

One man who had been recycled by Nicole--sentenced to repeat the two-week term in the camp--was prone to suggest to others, warning them to behave with her, that if she ever allowed a man to fuck her, she lined her cunt with razor blades. Nicole, of course, got wind of this remark and called the man responsible, Barney, into her room in the barracks.

"You've been mouthing off and saying nasty things about me, haven't you, Barney?" she accused him straight off, taking such advantage of surprise that he confessed, even though he prided himself on remaining tough with the cadre.

"So, you did talk about my privates and my sexual orientation both?" she continued. "I guess you're looking to be recycled again so you can continue to enjoy being in my presence."

"I'm really sorry, SGT Nicole," he remonstrated. "I was acting like a jerk, male variety, and I promise to be a good boy from now on. Please don't recycle be again."

"You wouldn't have said what you did about SSG Louise or SSG Penny, would you?" she went on.

"No, SGT," he answered, "because you know you are such a looker."

Nicole did not smile at this compliment. "It's because of that kind of attitude, Barney, that I have to be as firm as I am," she told him. "You're always imagining being with me in bed or in the bathroom, aren't you?"

"Once again, SGT Nicole, I have to admit that I do, as would any man in his right mind," Barney declared.

"Well, Barney, you're going to get your wish," SGT Nicole smiled. "We're going to go to the cadre's bathroom." She led him across from their barracks to the office structure and into a large bathroom with "NONCOM LADIES ONLY" posted on the door.

"Coming in with a male," Nicole said loudly as she opened the door.

As she entered, with Barney behind her, a voice spoke up, "That's OK, SGT, I'm finished." Barney was surprised to see SSG Penny emerge from one of the stalls, buttoning up her trousers and grinning. "Sorry, pal," she said roughly to Barney, "you didn't get a crotch shot, I'm sorry to say." She went to the sink and washed her hands and face and adjusted her makeup.

After Penny left, Nicole locked the door after posting an "Out of Service" sign on the front. She brought Barney into the handicapped stall and told him to drop his trousers and underpants. He knew he had no choice in the matter, so he did what she ordered.

Then she had him sit on the floor, with his back resting on the toilet. She helped him lift and lie down so his head was right over the seat. Then she reached under her skirt, removed her plain white cotton panties, and proceeded to sit on his face with her skirt drawn down so that it was dark under her skirt, and he could feel the hair between her legs on his nose and face but couldn't see anything.

"Start licking me, Barney," she directed. "You know how? What happens to you will depend on whether you're good enough to bring me off."

Barney started applying his tongue to the wet pussy right above his face. He was intoxicated by her wonderful feminine smell, but he also was feeling a bit faint because she was shutting off most of his air intake.

"Sergeant," he pleaded from under her and her skirt, "I'm having trouble breathing."

She responded by letting her sphincter open and splash a nice amount of her piss on his face and into his mouth. "That should cool you off," she said brightly.

She also lifted herself slightly and lifted the back of her skirt a bit to allow air to circulate underneath. "Thanks, Miss, for that," he tried to sound grateful.

"It's Sergeant, Barney, and you'd better not forget that again," Nicole barked at him. She released some more hot pee into his mouth. "Swallow that if you know what's good for you."

Barney gulped as the hot pee trickled down his throat. His senses were filled with smells: Nicole's pheromones from her cunt and the piss she was releasing. Then Nicole moved her bottom forward so her anus was right above his mouth now.

"Lick me in there," SGT Nicole ordered. He applied his tongue and lips to pushing the tip into her anal opening and was turned on by the warmth and the musty smell. She kept herself clean there, he thought, like most women and few men. His tongue was licking the walls just inside her anus when a pointed tip moved toward his tongue. He knew instantly that she was going to take a shit. And it would be into his mouth.

"Yes," she said, "you better take whatever comes out into your mouth, Barney," she said loudly enough for him to hear her under her skirt. He was determined not to give her any reason to punish him for not serving her, so as the soft turd edged out and coiled in his mouth, he hoped he could hold it.

Then she exercised her anal muscles and cut it off. He was left with a mass of shit in his mouth and could not speak. Nicole chuckled as she thought about disciplinary manuals in the Service that never considered this technique. She decided that she would produce an instructional guide.

"Hope you like the taste, sweetie," she said lightly as she moved off his face. Her skirt fell back, and she turned and told him to stand and not to try to empty his mouth into the toilet.

Barney stood up, groggy from the sir deprivation and having now to hold the excrement in his mouth without either swallowing or spitting it out. She opened the door and told him to stand in the corner facing it.

Then Nicole went back into the stall, sat on the toilet, and finished her bowel movement. She then took wipes from her purse, and carefully cleaned her bottom. She finally tested for cleanliness by using soft toilet paper to wipe herself thoroughly until it emerged without any sign of fecal matter. She put her panties back on and let her skirt down, then emerged from the stall.

She told Barney to turn around. He looked subdued, as she hoped he would be. She brought him back into the stall and told him he could dump the contents of his mouth into the bowl. A brown mass of his saliva and shit came out and plopped into the toilet. Nicole gave him a wipe to clean his lips and even press it into his mouth.

Then she told him to flush--the toilet still had her pee and the remainder of her bowel movement in it--and then follow her to the sink. There she gave him a cup and a cloth and told him to keep rinsing his mouth. Barney gratefully took both and filled the cup, then washed out his mouth. He wiped his mouth dry then with the cloth.

"All nice and clean, sweetie," she asked in a seductive tone that turned him on even after having to take her shit into his mouth.

"Yes, Sergeant, thank you for the water and the cloth," he managed to say.

"Well," she looked at him with a broad smile, "you never did find out whether I had any razor blades down there, did you?"

"No, Sergeant," he replied without showing any feeling.

"You served me quite well, Barney," SGT Nicole told him as they left the ladies room and the structure. Walking back to the barracks, she added, "I'm not going to recycle you again this time. But watch your step. I'll be keeping an eye on you. Just dream of what you were touching and tasting with your tongue and mouth."

Barney was a big man, well over six feet and weighing in at more than 250 pounds. He was fast with both his mouth and his body, having boxed and wrestled. Some women in the Republic enjoyed seeing brawny men battle in the ring. He mused for a moment on how the almost petite SGT Nicole had had him totally under her control. She didn't even have to spank him or use a cane or strap, he thought.

"I'm in love with her," he told himself, "even if I never get to know if she puts razor blades in her snatch. At least I got to smell it and she was so fine."

SGT Nicole returned to her room in the barracks and decided that she had defused yet another man who could make trouble. She wanted to have a report on her contingent in this class that was totally clean of any special discipline such toas sending inmates to the toilet box or public punishment. Better that they all know that she took care of things herself and there was no display of need for those tools.

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Nicole, now reduced administratively to the grade of Private First Class for the duration of her retraining class, decided to shape up and fly right. She had enjoyed recalling how she had dealt with Barney and so many others. Her barracks had won every award and she was going to use that as she played the game more subtly from now on.

She had made friends quickly with a pretty brunette from the second-largest city who had been sent for retraining by the Commandant at her reeducation center. Cynthia, who had been a Staff Sergeant there, had come in late too often, usually after an exciting night with one of her several girlfriends. She and Nicole, both quite attractive, had hit it off instead of seeing each other as rivals. They knew instantly that they could work together to help each other.

Nicole had asked her early on, "I bet you don't take any crap from the men you have to deal with at your center. I've built up a nice rep for being a babe they don't mess with."

"Yep," Cynthia replied, "that's why I got sent here. Some of these commissioned officers are jealous of anyone with minimal looks."

"I'll tell you what got me here," Nicole then said. "I steadily get great reports at my camp, which everyone knows is the toughest in the system. But when they sent me here on a detail so that these 'experts' could learn how I operated, they gave me the cold shoulder. I let myself get pissed off and blew it completely.

"I told off that kiddie major who is in charge and her deputy, who was my old Commandant," Nicole continued, "and they put me in that toilet box they have here--we have one at the camp, too--but they're not everywhere. You can imagine how charming it is to have these cadre--and you can't see who they are in the dark--piss and shit on you, literally. Then when I went back to the camp, my Commandant, who's friends with MAJ Kate, sent me back her for retraining."

"I guess I have something to look forward to if I'm naughty," Cynthia grinned. "You're right, I think, in that now you know you have to play the game here. It isn't for that long and try to stay below the visibility line."

"Sounds like something I should have figured out myself," Nicole responded warmly, "but I do appreciate your help. I obviously lost control and I'm paying for it. So, I'll try to stop the bleeding."

"Good approach," Cynthia said. "Smile and be able to recite back what they cover at the lectures. Most of the cadre are OK; they're like us, only not as attractive," she grinned again. "I've been able to speak with SFCs Denise and Linda. You can win them over if you behave well and crap them up a little."

"I'll have to," Nicole told her, "they were the ones who dragged me from Katie's office to the box. Thank goodness I didn't try to resist!"

Nicole sought out 1SG Wendy.

"I'm coming to you because I want you to know that I get how I screwed up when I was here on the detail," she said in a very subdued tone. "I'm getting with the program, and you won't have any problems with me, I promise."

Wendy looked up from her desk and smiled. "I know you know your stuff," she said coldly. "But I'm pleased you came to me because they"--she pointed up the hall to where they he Commandant's and Deputy's offices were--"will pound you if you screw up again. I'm here to get noncoms back on track and I hope you now know that you need to give officers a wide berth and just smile and tell them what they want to hear. I'll look out for you but make it easy for me."

Nicole thanked her and stood and said, "I'll do just what you said, First Sergeant."

"Good," Wendy smiled, "I'm counting on you."

It was the third day that Nicole had been wearing the black vinyl panties with the vaginal and rectal dorks, standard procedure for all the women in the retraining classes. Occasionally, there was a man in the class, and the cadre did have a pair or two of black vinyl panties with a rectal plug and a tight cock sleeve.

Those who behaved themselves were usually sprung from the uncomfortable panties after three days. But that period could readily be extended by any cadre who thought a retrainee needed more disciplining of that kind. Nicole needed to be released one day to use the toilet and she went to the latrine where SFC Linda was on toilet duty.

There were two other retrainees waiting and Nicole felt the need become more pressing and started having to shift around.

"Hold on, retrainee," Linda snapped at her. "You should have come over here sooner. I'll get to you in the order you all arrived."

She unlocked the first woman's panties and let her proceed to the toilet. Linda had to put down on her daily report sheet an account of exactly how each woman used the toilet and this did take a minute or two. Soon, she told the next woman that she would unlock her and when she did, the first woman finished and Linda wrote her up, permitted her to flush, and had the second woman sit down and do her business.

Nicole was desperate now and she was reduced to pleading to sit on the adjacent toilet.

Linda looked at her and told her she'd be unlocked in a minute. Now, Nicole knew she was going to have an accident. Linda finished recording the second woman's urination and bowel movement and went over and unlocked Nicole's panties. As Nicole proceeded to sit, she lost control and sprayed her pee all over the toilet seat and some even got on Linda's uniform.

"Not good, retrainee," Linda remarked. "You seem to have problems, I'm thinking."

"I'm terribly sorry," Nicole said, "I tried to say how much I needed to go. I'm really sorry," she said as her voice broke.

Nicole had now finished peeing, and Linda looked at her with concern, "I have to write this up, retrainee. But I'm going to say that they should go easy on you because you've been a good scout here and I should have cut you some slack." Linda didn't add that she remembered how Nicole had dissed the Commandant and figured then that Nicole was a self-absorbed jerk.

The standard punishment for toilet misbehavior of any kind was having the black vinyl panties replaced by diapers. Usually, the retrainee was not allowed to use the toilet and had to come to the latrine to have her diaper changed. It was especially humiliating but the unit had decided that strict rules like this one were necessary to produce effective results.

Linda's report went to 1SG Wendy, recommending that Nicole get a spanking but not have to go through the diaper discipline. Wendy thought back to her conversation with Nicole and wrote on her recommendation box: "This retrainee, despite her earlier history here, has been a model retrainee and Linda's recommendation is based on her feeling that she should be given some slack that Linda thinks she should have given her. I agree. 1SGWendy."

The form was sent to CPT Elaine, who wrote: "Wendy has a point. We should discuss this one."

Later that day, MAJ Kate asked Elaine to come into her office. She picked up the form and said, "Everyone seems to have forgotten that this jerk got herself sent here by behaving like a princess. I do respect both Wendy and Linda, but I'm afraid they have been snookered here."

Elaine answered calmly, "They're both tough, and I tend to go with them. I had SGT Nicole to deal with back at Hergolia. She had a temper but generally was the most effective noncom retrainer we had."

Kate mused for a moment. "How long does the diaper regimen usually last?"

"Three days," Elaine answered, "like the black vinyls. But this is a punishment, not part of the regular program like the vinyls are."

"Right," Kate said. "I'll go along, although I still have a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to this one. I guess I took it personally, which is always bad. Tell you what, though, I'll ok the rec, but I want her in diapers for a day, only a day. You can let Wendy know that she can tell Linda and the retrainee that everyone recommended that she receive a lesser punishment, but I was willing to reduce the diapers to a day."

Wendy called in both Linda and Nicole. She looked at Nicole and said, "I know this is hard to accept, but I'm telling you this because I want you to know that we recommended that you be spanked instead of being put in diapers. We and you got you something because the sentence that came down is only the one day in diapers. You won't be spanked, either. There's something else, too. Because this isn't the standard punishment for toilet misbehavior, it will not go on your record here nor into your file. I hope you can feel better because of this. We can't always get the tops to do what we want. Most of the time," she grinned, "but not always. We're with you, and you keep playing the game and we'll do what we can for you."

Linda walked Nicole out. "Nicole," she said, "that's one tough broad. If she's in your corner, make the most of it. She once sent me back to my old center where the Commandant had it in for me because I screwed up. Then she was willing to let me back on cadre here. You had a stupid moment but don't let it mess your career. I, for one, am sorry it happened, and you taught me something. You have friends here, because we know you're exceptionally good at what you do and have a good heart."

"Thanks, Sergeant," Nicole said very a grateful smile. "I'll manage for 24 hours. I guess you'll outfit me and then I'll report back when I need to, you know..."

"Yes," SFC Linda told her. "I'm going to fill the cadre who will be on duty as to what's happening so no one will screw with you. I'll only add one thing to what the First Sergeant told you: don't let yourself ignore what is now clear. You really must have pissed off the Major, and you need to make sure you stay out of her way. She's young, but very very smart, and she's pals with your Commandant and your old Commandant is the deputy. I figure she's likely to have supported you, but MAJ Kate is not someone you want on your case. Got me?"

Nicole nodded and later, fully diapered, she told Cynthia what happened.

"Wow," she exclaimed, but very quietly, "you've made some good friends here, and one enemy. Just be careful. I think they will look out for you. SFC Linda wasn't able to let you cut in the line because she would've taken a lot of crap. But I see she's on your side, strange as that may sound."