[You can read this story without having read the previous chapters. 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 significant 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 took the lead in setting up a dinner with Annette, Janet, and Rachel. She found it a little challenging in deciding how to approach the lieutenant colonel who was Kate's boss. She knew Rachel would accept the invite if only because she knew that Annette liked and respected her:
Annette had told me that she and Rachel had gotten to know each other well over their years in the Correctional Service.
"You need to understand that Rachel has the capability to manage a unit that is elite because it is the corrections unit for the correctional service itself," Annette explained to me in case I didn't get the point. "She is running an operation that doesn't discipline and retrain ordinary men who get sent to the service or even women who misbehave. These are people who have gone through training to become correctional officers and need to be turned around by whatever means Rachel and her staff determine necessary."
"Correctional officers, when they hear of her and her unit," Annette went on, "tend to be frightened, as well some of them should be, but I've always found that she keeps her head turned on straight and hasn't gotten ideas or behaviors that will get her into trouble."
I sent her the invite and was not surprised when I received by return mail a very warm acceptance in a handwritten note from Rachel. She wrote that she had heard such good things about me from 1LT Kate so she would be very pleased to get the chance to meet me on an informal basis.
Rachel arrived precisely on time for our dinner party and was sent up to our apartment. She was nicely dressed in bright green and white separates that made her red hair done in a cut sauvage stand out. She is about halfway in age between Annette and me, so I realized she needed to figure out how to come across to both of us. I should say come across to me because Annette and she knew each other quite well.
Janet arrived soon after, dressed brightly as always, and perfectly turned out. She had come to town for this, and I knew that meant that she felt it was important.
We sat in our large living room as Annette handed out drinks from a tray. It was warm so everyone welcomed a nice gin and tonic. Janet introduced herself to Rachel and told her she'd be very pleased if Rachel were ok about telling her how she felt the new punishment uniforms we at Goose Cookers had designed were working within the Correctional Service.
Rachel smiled and said she liked the uniforms and that her cadre was satisfied with their use in disciplining and retraining. Annette now spoke to both Janet and Rachel, telling them they were two of the most competent people she knew.
"I'm very happy that I'm able to rely on both of you as colleagues--one inside our service and the other in a continuing working relationship with us," she proclaimed.
"I don't think that anyone present will be too bothered if I discuss something that I hear has recently been utilized as a disciplinary measure in your unit, Rachel," Annette continued.
Rachel did color slightly but decided to take the initiative and not appear prissy.
"You must mean the toilet box, Annette," she said with a slight smile.
"Yes, I do," Annette answered. "Tell us about it."
"It actually has been used prior to now," Rachel began. "Some of the re-education camps for men have utilized it when severe steps were required. But we have now installed one in our unit and recently, two young women who got into a fight in the barracks were sentenced to time in the box."
She looked at Janet and me. "I'm sure you understand that this is a large box-like structure that has a lid that opens and on which there are two toilet-seat openings much like the old-fashioned 'two-hole' outhouse," Rachel went on. "The person being punished is placed then strapped tight on her back on a shelf with her face directly under one of the holes. Our practice then is that the cadre are instructed to do their business in pairs while the punishment is underway. The lighting is such that the occupant cannot see who is sitting on the seats.
"After the sentenced time is up, the cadre help the offender out of the box and take her right to the showers to clean her off," Rachel stated. "I was pleased that first time that not only did the two women who were in the box not misbehave again, but they have become fast friends."
I found myself unable to hold back. "I should mention perhaps that I sent my ex-husband to a re-education camp when he behaved unconscionably to me," I began as everyone focused on me. "He was the one who told me when he returned, and we did get back together then, that the camp had a toilet box and none other than the man, the one who caused all my trouble of which I suspect you are all familiar, had spent a morning inside it. I understand his ultimate disposition is still pending, but we haven't heard of his causing any more problems for anyone since that happened."
"We are making this equipment available to retraining centers and re-education camps across the Republic," Annette reported. "It seems to have filled a need in our society and our corrections sector in particular for a severe measure but one less than some others we no longer employ."
"Darling," I now interjected with some feeling, "could we possibly change the subject for a time? You understand that this is getting to me."
I looked at the others who seemed to want to do whatever they could to help me, as it was clear that this discussion had unnerved me.
"Everyone here understands what you went through, Ellie," Janet said warmly. "And you know that Annette has received your true feelings which began when she tried to help you as much as she had the power to do," Janet added with a nod to Annette.
Rachel seemed a bit lost, as she thought she was only responding to Annette's request.
"Rachel, sweetie," I opened up, "I know you were just filling Annette in, so please don't feel responsible for my reaction. Annette has told me how highly she regards you, and I'm so pleased we finally have met." I stood and walked over to hug Rachel and kiss her.
"Thanks, Eleanor," Rachel responded. "I hadn't been in the service long before I became aware of your company, Janet, and all the incredible products you have produced and provided. Goose Cookers is such an ornament of the Republic. Eleanor, I know how many of the women I have a high regard for myself have been friends or colleagues of yours.
"It is such a privilege to meet you and to celebrate how you have succeeded," she added.
"This is deservedly a mutual admiration society," Annette announced with a wide smile. "I'd like to invite you all to join me in retiring to our bedroom where we all can show each other some always-needed appreciation."
She then stood and I led Janet and Rachel into our bedroom. No one seemed at all reluctant to proceed to what was often part of Annette's social occasions: some lovemaking in the massive bed she and I share. Annette began by lovingly slipping Janet's blouse and skirt off, and Rachel went to me and motioned to me that she'd like to do the same for me. I nodded my pleasure at the request and soon I too was in my bra and panties--both Janet and I sported the latest lingerie produced by our firm.
Then Annette carefully unbuttoned Rachel's blouse and unzipped her skirt, and the redhaired officer was now in bra and pants as well; she assisted Annette in reaching that stage of undress. Annette held up the covers and invited them all to clamber up onto the bed and make themselves comfortable.
Janet smiled and softly asked Annette if she would give her a spanking.
"You always make me feel so loved when I'm across your lap, darling," she said with sincerity.
