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 is classified as BDSM but also is appropriate for Fetish as it features severe disciplining and involves bodily functions. If you find this bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.
Eleanor tended to wake up early and work at her desk in the spacious apartment she shared with her wife Annette, who was more likely to sleep later most days. They had had satisfying sex that night and Eleanor felt refreshed from her sleep but still felt glowing. She was very sensual and liked it so much that Annette, who was older than she was, also was fired up when they went at it in bed.
Although Annette ran the Corrections Service as the highest commissioned, uniformed officer, she enjoyed letting the younger Eleanor take charge when she came back to their residence. Eleanor had possession of the marital cane issued by the Women's Republic to the "responsible woman" in every household. This came about because of Eleanor's previous marriage, so she had been married the longest. Annette had never met anyone she wanted to marry until she and Eleanor hit it off.
Annette would tease Eleanor about being the responsible woman. She told her that she expected Eleanor to discipline her if her wife felt she had misbehaved or was out of line. Eleanor felt a bit strange punishing the head of the Corrections Service, but their relationship was rock-solid. Annette had helped Eleanor make the best of her year with a closed-up pussy and Eleanor realized that her affection for the older woman had grown during that time and after.
They also had managed to stay in love during the time when Eleanor was still living in the second city where Goose Cookers was based, while Annette needed to be at Corrections Service headquarters in the capital.
Annette even liked it when Eleanor asserted herself. When Eleanor informed her briskly that she had earned a spanking, or even a caning sometimes, Annette got both squishy inside and realized she was already sopping for the excitement that Eleanor's announcement engendered. Eleanor would have her bend over on the bed or the couch in the living room, pull her panties down to her knees, and then spread her legs as far apart as she could. Eleanor teased her by standing behind her and tapping the cane very lightly on her bottom and then between her legs, letting its tip just go a tiny bit into her bottom-hole or her pussy.
This inspired some of Annette's deepest and wildest fantasies, where she imagined Eleanor caning her severely between her legs or ordering her to squat and do it on the floor when she asked permission to use the toilet. Eleanor's own horrible punishment, even after several years, kept her from ever visiting such cruelty on her wife. She always remembered the caring attitude that the seemingly tough correctional officer exhibited toward her when Eleanor had received that awful sentence.
Annette had been overjoyed when it turned out that Eleanor had been technically innocent because her accuser had not been married to the man with whom Eleanor had shacked up. Although this meant that Eleanor's sentence was revoked after it had been implemented--the year had passed--but Janet, Eleanor's brilliant boss at Goose Cookers, who knew everyone who was anyone in the Republic, was able to arrange for the three justices who had sentenced Eleanor to visit Janet's club in the second city and be disciplined by Annette there, all in complete privacy, of course. Only the judges, Eleanor, Annette, and Janet were present.
Annette admitted to herself that sometimes she felt she needed to be disciplined by her wife. She, who had disciplined hundreds of women as well as men during her years in the Corrections Service, got off on presenting her large bottom to the svelte Eleanor. She even appreciated that Eleanor had learned how to discipline--how to spank but especially how to cane effectively--from her.
When Annette arose, Eleanor reminded her that she had not cleaned up before going to bed last night and that she had had one drink too many. Annette always was embarrassed when called out by Eleanor but also wildly aroused by the prospect of being disciplined by her wife.
Eleanor smiled, gave her a sweet kiss, and told her to bend over the bedside. Annette had only her panties on under her robe, so Eleanor had her take off the robe before she bent over. Then Eleanor had the pleasure of pulling Annette's large panties down her thighs and left them at her knees. Annette knew that Eleanor loved her dearly but also enjoyed embarrassing her. As usual, Eleanor held her cane in hand as she dabbed with her finger right into Annette's crinkled dark-colored anus. She then placed her hand between Annette's widely-spread legs and felt her sopping vagina.
This turned Annette on, but she knew she needed to maintain her shameful position or Eleanor would increase the number of cane strokes and announce that. Sometimes Eleanor even made her count the strokes. If Eleanor was in a nasty mood, she might even cane Annette so quickly that Annette might lose count. Then Eleanor would solemnly announce that she had forced her to begin the caning again with the first stroke.
Nevertheless, Eleanor never caned Annette excessively. Some may now regard any caning as excessive, and it has indeed vanished from our schools, and especially in the country most famous for its scholastic use, England. It was fair to conclude that Annette and Eleanor were hooked on the disciplinary process: the preparation--lowering panties, adjusting clothing, and then the implementation--efficient and proximate placement of strokes, given neither too softly nor too strongly. They liked the crispness of a caning delivered as it should be, with the quiet THWIP of the cane on the bottom.
Eleanor remained impressed by how perfectly Annette had caned the three justices. But even Annette would not have anticipated that the pretty blonde Justice Lesley would lose control and pee on the punishment block. She was the youngest and the fieriest of the three, but in the end, she was the least able to take corporal punishment without losing control.
This time, Eleanor followed the traditional pattern of "six of the best." She delivered three stinging strokes to the top, middle, and base of Annette's bottom. Then she gave her two crisscross diagonal strokes, which were painful because where they crossed the earlier strokes, a black-and-blue diamond was likely to appear. Then she would fire a final stroke right down the middle but harder than all the previous ones.
Usually, Annette merely let out deep breaths and a moan after a cane stroke. When Eleanor powered up to apply that last one, she often elicited a scream from her wife. They both then knew that the discipline had achieved its intended effect.
This time, that was what happened. Eleanor now moved into her normal zone of sympathizing with her wife and feeling a little bad she had punished her so severely. She hugged Annette, kissed her, and then indicated that Annette should sit and take Eleanor across her lap after she had pulled Eleanor's panties down. Annette had now started to wear less utilitarian lingerie than she was accustomed to wearing throughout her career in the Service. Eleanor, however, after succeeding in her creative work for Goose Cookers, treated herself to lovely, delicate bras, garter belts, and panties. She also selected and bought them for her wife, who now wore much sexier undies than she had ever dared to wear before marrying Ellie.
Eleanor's pretty pale lime panties were now at half-mast and her bottom lay across Annette's commodious lap. Annette now began spanking her, not too hard, but hard enough so Eleanor recognized she was being spanked. Annette had strong hands and arms, so she could spank with the best of them, and rarely tired or felt that her hands were getting bruised.
She made Eleanor's bottom nice and rosy. Then as it reached the point of almost turning red, she ended the spanking. She tapped Eleanor on her bottom and that was her signal that she could stand up. Annette stood as well and a long hug and lots of kissing followed.
Then it was time for breakfast.
Eleanor was receiving regular reports from the disciplinary section of Goose Cookers, where Roberta, the chief, and Nina, a disciplinarian, were dealing with Jamie, a not very productive creative staffer at headquarters, who was visiting the section weekly in a disciplinary maintenance program. She had been placed in it after she had spoken out of turn to Eleanor at a staff meeting over which Eleanor was presiding.
Eleanor's boss and sponsor, Janet, also kept an eye on the reports. She was pleased that Nina, under Roberta's guidance, was gradually stepping up the discipline, so that now Jamie was receiving a significant caning each week. Jamie was developing both a real fear and a total dislike of the diminutive Nina, who as with the others in her section, was very professional and skilled at her work. Janet was of the view that regular disciplining when staffers misbehaved or failed to achieve reasonable goals was a good balance to the high pay and superb working conditions at the company.
Eleanor was reviewing the latest report on Jamie. Janet had sent a note to Roberta, having seen Jamie in the company dining room with her stylish pants riding so low that her purple undies were visible. Janet did not like that kind of behavior by younger employees; she insisted on proper dress and conduct at all times. As it happened, she too occasionally felt she needed to be disciplined, and for many years, well before Annette had even met Eleanor, Janet had turned to Annette, a very senior correctional officer whom she had met at some conference and arranged for Annette to give her a good going-over.
Eleanor noted that Roberta had recommended to Nina that she give Jamie a severe caning that week, probably because of Janet's note. Jamie noticed that Nina seemed pressured and ordered her to prepare for disciplining in sharp tones. This did frighten Jamie, who had not been terribly upset when she was put in the weekly program, but now was worried about her impending treatment.
Nina lowered Jamie's panties to her ankles this time and did give her the usual order to keep her legs well apart. She also had Jamie bend over the trestle table, which pushed her bottom further up and out toward Nina's gaze. Then Nina told her to remove her bra and place it on the side table.
Jamie was surprised because she hadn't been made to take off her bra previously. She had a nice figure and her chest measured 36C. Nina now placed a restraining halter around Jamie's breasts and pulled it tight in the rear and closed the small metal clamps. Jamie now felt that her breasts were being seriously pressed and subjected to pain.
Then Nina had her step into what looked like a leather thong but was an insidious device that had a thin leather belt around the waist and then a thin leather strip that ran down from the middle of the front, over Jamie's stomach, down through her legs and up the backside to be strapped into a buckle on the belt. After threading the saddle strap, for that is what it was, through Jamie's legs, she pulled it very tight, so it was cutting into her vulva and anal area, before buckling it at the belt in the rear.
Now, Jamie was strapped into this tight strap pressing deeply into her pussy and ass. When Nina had her bend over the table again, she felt the pressure on her most sensitive places. Nina picked up her medium cane, drew it back, and began the administration. Jamie screeched at the first stroke because the strap had made her separated cheeks such sensitive targets. She screamed at each stroke as Nina delivered them, remaining emotionless, at least on the surface.
