LTC Kate was surprised to get a telephone call from Eleanor, who directed the capital office of Goose Cookers, the woman-owned firm that produced a range of highly-regarded products in the second city of the Women's Republic. It turned out that a man who had been dating a colleague of hers had been referred to a reeducation center by Eleanor's colleague.
"Al is far from the worst guy around," Eleanor observed, but went on to say that he had been mistreating her friend and seemed unwilling to conform to the behavior with their partners or significant others that the Republic now insisted on for men. "I gather that it is possible for some men to be sent to your unit for special attention. I was hoping you might see your way clear to accept him into your program. He would benefit from the competence your unit can apply to a limited group."
"We have to prioritize people already working in the Service," Kate responded, "but I'll see if we can get him in the next class. This is a tricky atmosphere for men because most of those sent here are female corrections officers who have been sent here by their commandants. This is the last chance they get before being thrown out of the service.
"Our cadre are very capable, but they tend to be stressed with men, only because we get so few," Kate continued. "But I'll see what I can do."
Eleanor thanked her and knew that Kate wouldn't even hold out a long chance unless she intended to take her colleague's significant other in for treatment. Soon, Eleanor's colleague received a notice of acceptance for her friend, and a copy went to Eleanor. As was the policy, the subject was not notified--the reporting woman was the conduit for all official communication.
The man was told to report to the Disciplinary & Retraining Unit at 0900 hours two days from receipt of the notice. Eleanor's colleague showed the paper to him and made a copy for him to take with him. He tried to get her to reconsider and said he knew he had behaved badly and was embarrassed by how he had behaved. Then, he apologized for having to be sent for retraining; he knew he had offended her and hoped this would restore him in her mind.
Unfortunately for him, this cut no mustard with his responsible woman. She had become more dominant over time and felt that once she had announced a sentence, there could be no going back. He came to dread this aspect of her personality but he was still willing to go along, for now at least.
Allan arrived at the unit as directed in the notice. LTC Kate had ordered that he be brought to see her upon his arrival. 1SG Wendy escorted him to her outer office and accompanied him when Kate's secretary, Grace, said the colonel was ready to see them.
"This is the retrainee who was sent to us at Eleanor's request," 1SG Wendy said. "I'll let him explain what led to his referral."
"My name is Allan Day," the man, who was about 5-10 and had dark hair, began. "My significant other, who is my 'responsible woman,' felt that I had behaved badly and referred me to the Service.
"What did you do for her to do that?" Kate asked bluntly.
"I had drunk too much, and I belittled her, saying that she was incapable of satisfying me," he answered. He stood there in his humiliated state.
"I hope you see that your behavior was unacceptable," Kate declared. "Our program is strict and you may find it unpleasant, because you will be disciplined to improve your outlook. Usually, we deal with corrections officers who are in danger of being dismissed from the Service. Normally, someone in your position would be sent to a camp. You are obviously benefiting from not having to be taken far away from here. But we are just as hands-on in terms of discipline here, so you will get no special treatment."
Allan smiled, thanked the Commandant for her consideration, and said he looked forward to learning during his stay. He added that he expected to be humiliated and wasn't sure that this was the way to reform him. He decided to play along now that his fate was settled because he was in the unit for disciplining.
"If you continue to accept your situation for what it is," Kate responded, "you'll do well here. If you behave and go along, you'll be out of here in three weeks. If not, you will be sent elsewhere for recycled training. I assume you've heard of Hergolia Camp?"
Allan blanched and managed to stammer a quick yes.
"They are no more severe than we are," Kate went on, "but they are located remotely so that the inmates there tend to feel more isolated and exposed. I look forward to receiving positive reports on your progress. That is all."
1SG Wendy told Allan to thank the colonel, which he did. Then Wendy left with him. He found himself taken to a large assembly room filled with women in fatigues, both cadre and inmates. He was the only man there. This was humiliating for him to be among all these women, but their presence excited him and he rapidly got an erection, which he tried to avoid anyone noticing.
There was an opening lecture by SSG Barbara who outlined what was expected of those in the retraining class. Allan listened and decided that he would cooperate but found himself awed by the attractiveness of the all-female cadre and many of the inmates. All he could think about was the prospect of being in bed with many of them.
When the lecture was over, he was told to stand by SFC Linda, a very pretty, dark-haired woman in her 30s. She knew he was a "special," sent to the unit by someone with some influence. She talked pleasantly to him and took him to be outfitted. He was made to strip and given pink panties to put on, followed by fatigues. He was very embarrassed by the panties, as he had never worn any kind of underwear associated with women. His half-erect penis wouldn't fit properly into the tight panties. He also thought that having to take them down to sit down and pee like a girl was humiliating to the nth degree.
"In a day or two, you will be wearing our orientation panties, which are vinyl and in your case, will have a rectal attachment," she said. "These will be uncomfortable but if you behave, they will be removed after three days." Your panties now as well as those will be locked. You will come to the latrine desk to get permission to use the toilets.
Allan was taken aback by these oppressive and shameful rules. He feared, too, that his old nemesis--wetting his bed--would return to plague him and shame him all the more. He felt his body would betray him: he already saw that a few drops of precum had shown up on the crotch of the pink panties he had on.
"The officer will consider your record, both behavioral and toilet, and then either allow you to use the toilet or to be made to wait," SFC Linda continued. "Either way, restrain yourself from complaining or otherwise acting up. Not only may she make you wait but she may discipline you on the spot," she added.
His worst fear was exposed when SFC Linda observed that she had reviewed his records and had noticed that he had a history of bedwetting. Al's face turned crimson and he quietly asked her not to let the others know about that.
Linda did feel sorry for him about this possibility and said she would enter a protective shield in his records so that only the Commandant would be able to see this history.
"But should she determine that you will be made to wait, and she will not know about your history, you should do your best to avoid having an accident in your panties," Linda told him. "If that happens, be prepared for significant punishment."
After sitting through lectures on attitudes toward menstruation and problems for corrections officers getting romantically involved with male inmates, Al realized that he needed to pee badly. He reported to the latrine sergeant's desk. On duty was SFC Nina, who had only recently been detailed to the unit from the Goose Cookers disciplinary section.
Allan requested permission to use the latrine. SFC Nina looked at him and asked him if this was his first visit to the desk.
He answered, "Yes, Sergeant, it is."
SFC Nina was not disposed to allow him relief too quickly. "I'm sorry," she said, "you'll have to wait. Sit down over there." She pointed to a row of chairs where several women who were in his retraining class were sitting. They all looked uncomfortable to Al, although he didn't notice any signs of desperation that he knew women exhibited, like holding their crotches in a futile attempt to hold their pee in.
Two of them made room on the chair between them. They engaged him in conversation immediately. They introduced themselves as PFC Dede and PFC Laura. One was a very attractive blonde and the other a slightly older auburn-haired lady, both in fatigues as he was.
"We didn't expect to see a man in this program," PFC Dede said. "By the way, I see you're moving your bottom so you must need to go. You should always come here sometime before you get desperate. They like to make us wait."
Al thanked them and said he was learning something from everyone he met.
"You came at a bad time," PFC Laura told him. "There were quite a few of us and she's not going to let more than two at a time because they have to keep track of what we do in there." She grinned at him. "Don't let any of this embarrass you," she offered. "Isn't worse for a woman to have to pee or shit in front of someone who's writing down what you do?"
Al chuckled and said he supposed they were right. "I think I'm beyond getting embarrassed," he replied.
"Oh, they'll embarrass you," Dede chimed in. "They are very good at doing that. How did you get sent here instead of to a camp? You must know someone."
He smiled and said, "No, I don't. But my girlfriend does. And she got angry at me and had me sent here."
"That's the pits," PFC Laura commented. "We get sent here because we screwed up on our jobs at centers and camps."
"Are you here from a camp?" Al asked her.
"No, I work at a reeducation center in the second biggest city," she told him.
"And I am a barracks sergeant at a camp," PFC Dede said.
"Wow," Al exhaled. "I'm here with two powerful women. Do you mind telling me how you screwed up?"
"We don't feel so powerful when they make us wait and hold our pee in," Dede laughed. "We were sent here because some of our colleagues complained about us. We would be quite direct in telling them when they did something that wasn't in accordance with the rules, like restraining a man sent for retraining and then teasing him until he became erect and then punishing him for that. That is just plain bitchy and demeans us as women."
Al took comfort in the realization that these women had some empathy for men. "Yes, it's getting hard to hold it in now," Al admitted. "What will they do if I lose control?"
"Probably whip or cane you," PFC Laura suggested. "It's not the worst thing that can happen. You're wearing pink panties under your fatigues, are you?"
"Yes," Al answered. "Don't all of you, too? Or is it just for men?"
"Well, it's not much of a punishment for women, as you might have figured," PFC Dede told him. "So, we have to wear these really tight Spanx control panties." She gave him a glimpse of the beige-colored Spanx by pulling her fatigue pants down just an inch or so.
SFC Nina came over and told PFC Laura she could go to the toilets and to follow her there. Dede was left with Al.
"You never know how they feel about us," Dede told him. "That little one, SFC Nina, is very mean. She is normally a disciplinarian at Goose Cookers. They get to punish employees who get into trouble at work there."
"I'm really afraid now that I'm not going to be able to hold it in anymore," Al said with a choke in his throat
