Kate Loves Her Job

By Susan Greenway

[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This story comes after the conclusion of my 39-chapter series, Kate Returns Home, but you don't have to read any or all of that series in order to enjoy it. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women's Republic characters.]

Background (Skip this part if you are familiar with the series featuring Kate)

Kate was now in charge of the Corrections Service of the Women's Republic and was beginning to feel that she really was in command. She had entered the Service as a candidate accepted for Officers' Training. This program had been run as part of the Service's Disciplinary and Retraining Unit, commanded by LTC Rachel.

Upon graduating and receiving her commission as a First Lieutenant, Kate, who had been the top student in her class, was selected by LTC Rachel herself to become Rachel's deputy, a new position. Kate knew that in terms of service experience, she was still wet behind the ears. She listened to LTC Rachel and especially to 1SG Wendy, who had been in the Service for many years and learned everything one needed to know to be effective in her position.

Kate soon proved capable of handling all the assignments Rachel passed on to her. Rachel was eventually promoted to Colonel and placed in the demanding post as Inspector General of the Service by the Chief of Staff, GEN Annette. Along the way, Kate had met and become friends with Annette's wife Eleanor, who now directed the capital office of Goose Cookers, a woman-owned and managed firm that specialized in developing new products for women, many of which Eleanor had conceived as creative director.

Eleanor's boss, Janet, was executive vice president of the firm, and was known widely as the best-connected private sector figure in the Republic who could facilitate most anything. Janet and Eleanor had secured many contracts from the Service for specialized clothing, especially.

Eleanor had looked out for Kate, and invited her often to the grand apartment she shared with Annette. Kate never was sure whether Annette even liked her, but she assumed she did, based on the frequent invitations. So, Kate was only mildly surprised when summoned to Annette's office, where the Chief of Staff told Kate she wanted her to be her Field Adjutant and would be promoted to Colonel.

If that wasn't enough, Annette told her in confidence that she wanted Kate to succeed her upon her pending retirement which would eventually make her a General. It was a lot for the still-youthful Kate, all of 31 now. She had grown up in the Republic's second city, where she first developed leadership skills as "responsible woman" for her family.

Her stepmother Jan held that position but didn't want to perform the functions, so she designated Kate as her deputy, although Kate was the youngest of three children by Jan's husband (Kate's father). Kate married twice, as was allowed in the Women's Republic as a privilege of women. Her husband, whom she married first, was Harry, a lawyer, and then she married Glenda too, who was Kate's brother's supervisor at work.

Harry and Glenda resided in the second city, as did Kate's family. Kate visited occasionally to be with her spouses and to perform her duties as responsible woman. These involved approving their requests for many things, including travel and admission to programs, including universities. Kate also disciplined those members of her family who had been listed for her by her stepmother Jan as in need of correction.

As head of the Service's disciplinary unit, Kate was regarded as expert in imposition of discipline, which she indeed became. She grew to know most of the top officers and key noncoms in the Service, including the commandants of the retraining camps to which wives and responsible women sent their husbands, sons, and boyfriends when they felt the men needed to be retrained after they had behaved badly enough to stir the women in their lives to take this action. Going to a camp for a week or two weeks or longer was challenging as the women noncoms and officers imposed strict physical and psychological discipline on the men under their authority.

One officer who had caused Kate serious problems but eventually appeared to turn herself around and live up to her great potential was the blonde and very attractive CPT Nicole, who commanded Hergolia Camp, the toughest retraining camp in the Republic and located far from all the major urban areas. Nicole had come to the attention of higher-ups when she was an outstanding Barracks Sergeant at Hergolia.

She had been in the cadre at the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit, where she impressed the leadership but she also got into trouble, usually by being in bed with the wrong men. The Women's Republic took a dim view of women, especially attractive ones, who went after other women's spouses or otherwise were likely to be in bed with men they shouldn't have been.

Nicole had been found in bed with Kate's husband, Harry, who had angered the usually calm Kate enough for her to send him to retraining camp. Nicole was his Barracks Sergeant. She and her friend Cynthia, who had met at the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit, also achieved excellent results, but almost were cashiered in a major scandal when it was learned that they had sex with one of the worst but most charming offenders who had been placed in their charge.

Kate had arranged for Nicole and Cynthia to receive direct commissions, so now Nicole commanded Hergolia Camp, and Cynthia was her deputy as a First Lieutenant. Kate had recruited the long-time commandant there, CPT Elaine, who had become Kate's deputy and promoted to Major. Now she was Kate's Field Adjutant. One of Kate's classmates was now CPT Helene, who had become COL Rachel's deputy.

Completing the roster of Kate's friends and acquaintances was WO3 Kathryn, who was the procurement officer for Kate's unit, and located in the procurement section of the Service. Rachel and Kate were probably Kate's closest confidants and resided in the Bachelor Officers' Quarters in their own suites, as did Elaine.

They gathered often, mainly in Kate's suite, for meals together and then enjoyed time with each other in Kate's commodious bed. Kate recognized that she needed to allow her husband and wife to spend nights together because it would be cruel to make them stay uninvolved with each other. Kate herself of course was happily involved with her three officer friends in her residence building.

Kate's New Office and Staff

Although many issues had arisen with respect to all of these officers and noncoms, Kate had been able to resolve many of them by utilizing her excellent skills at negotiation, decision-making, and determining wise courses of action. She knew when to seek advice and when to follow what she was told. Thus at 31, she had already had a glorious career in the Service.

She had inherited GEN Annette's capable secretary, Kimberly, known as Kim to the highest-level officers who worked or dealt with her. Kim had known that Kate could decide whether or not to keep her in her powerful position or send her elsewhere in the Service. Although Kate had told her she wanted her to stay, Kim understood that things would have to work out well for the new Chief of Staff to be comfortable with her.

Kate had also kept on LTC Sophia, who had been a top aide to Annette. Kate had met her when in her previous position and Sophia, who held the same rank as Kate then did, had been sent by Annette to Kate to be disciplined in Kate's unit for not performing as Annette expected from her.

Kate and Sophia had naturally maintained a wary relationship, although Sophia understood that Kate had little discretion in carrying out Annette's commands. Sophia came into Kate's now impressive office one day and asked if she could speak with her. Kate said that of course she could.

"You didn't select me to be here," Sophia began, "and you met me when your predecessor was angry with me and sent me to your unit to be disciplined. Although all of us in the Service know that we are always subject to discipline, this did make me highly upset and insecure because I thought the General had been unfair.

"I wanted to tell you that since I've been here with you in charge, I've found it wonderful to work with you and I'd like to stay if you want me," Sophia then told Kate.

"Sophia," Kate responded, "I too have felt you have performed at a high level since I've been in this office and been able to observe you. We probably got off on the wrong foot because Annette sent you to me and we both held the same rank, yet I was caning your bare bottom, if I may put it bluntly.

"I had little choice, of course, but you impressed me with your willingness to take what was coming to you," Kate went on. "If I can count on you to do your job as well as you have been doing, and to show respect for my position, and yes, for me, I'd be very happy for you to continue to be a member of my team here.

"I'd like to know of course if there are other positions you might be striving for," Kate added, "because it's natural to be ambitious and if you keep performing as you have, I would want to be able to consider you for any position you ultimately would want, and I'll emphasize that I'm not suggesting that you look for any. I'd prefer you stayed on here and see what develops over the long term."

"General, that's very generous of you," a surprised Sophia replied. "I've liked working for you and will be very happy to stay on at your pleasure."

"Well, it's my pleasure that you keep doing the good work you've been doing," Kate said plainly.

"I want you to know, because you may well hear it from someone else, that when you first came here as GEN Annette's field adjutant, I was dismayed because I thought I was in line for that spot," Sophia confessed. "I may have even remarked at the time to others that you were a bit of an upstart to get that job at your age. I deeply regret saying or even thinking that, and I hope you will forgive me."

Kate wasn't totally surprised that this woman had been jealous when someone younger had suddenly been seemingly slipping ahead of her in the office coming from another unit.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Kate said coolly, "but I'm prepared to put it behind us if you are as well."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Sophia said gratefully. "I suppose I'd feel better if you would see yourself able to discipline me now or later so that I can feel that some physical discipline would clear the air for good."

"First, Sophia, you may call me Kate between us," Kate said with a smile. "I expect all of you in this office to use Kate except when there are others here, when it should be General or General Kate or Ma'am, if you choose. Second, there's no time like the present. Would you now stand and unzip your skirt and place it on that chair, please."

Sophia was pleased that Kate seemed ready to move on past Sophia's indiscretions. She almost was pleased that Kate had accepted her request to be disciplined. She unzipped her uniform skirt as Kate went and locked the office door. She buzzed Kim and asked that she not be disturbed.

As Sophia placed her skirt on the nearby chair, Kate noticed that she was wearing a demure half slip that ensured that her panty line didn't show through her uniform skirt. Kate liked that attention to appearance and silently gave Sophia some points in her estimation. She very pleasantly told the young officer to place her half slip with her skirt.

Annette had a disciplinary horse almost hidden in a far corner of her office. Kate walked Sophia to it and told her to place her arms and upper torso over it. Then Kate put her thumbs in the waistband of Sophia's very pretty but sturdy lime-colored Goose Cookers panties and lowered them almost to the officer's knees.

Then Kate reached for her favorite thin cane and swished it in the air a few times, noticing that Sophia, who only heard but did not see it, had been wincing at the sound. She laid the cane on Sophia's pale bottom, drew it back, and fired three quick strokes parallel to each other from the middle of her cheeks downward.

Sophia cried out because the cane strokes were powerful even though the expert Kate only flicked her wrist in delivering them. Kate then delivered strokes in a measured way, allowing time for each to sink in. She moved toward the base of Sophia's bottom and by the sixth stroke, hit in the tender crease between her bottom and her thighs.

This caused more deeper cries from Sophia. "Ma'am," she said in a little, frightened voice, "I'm afraid I need to use the toilet or I might lose control here. It sometimes affects me that way."

"You probably know that it is not permitted to have a toilet break while being disciplined," Kate said without indicating any likelihood that she would grant Sophia's request. She picked up a small red bowl. "However, I will place this bowl under you. You may squat and do your business."

Sophia knew she was getting a break even though she was extremely embarrassed to have to relieve herself squatting in front of the Chief of Staff to pee and poop into the bowl. "Thank you, Ma'am," she responded. Then she squatted down and released a powerful pee stream that went on for quite some time. While she was peeing, Kate noted that Sophia had kept her reddish-blond pubic hair which made her feminine triangle particularly attractive.

But Sophia was now awfully embarrassed when she emitted a couple of loud farts followed by the emergence of a long, thick brown bowel movement from her tight little anal opening. It plopped into her urine in the bowl. Kate pointed to a toilet roll within Sophia's reach on the sideboard. Sophia grasped it and took some sheets to wipe between her legs. She carefully placed them next to the bowl.

"You may recover your panties, slip, and skirt now," Kate said without emotion.

"Thank you for disciplining me, Kate, if I may end this by calling you that," Sophia forced herself to smile.

"You may," Kate smiled, "and I consider all of our past encounters behind us. I'm glad you came in to speak with me and I hope we've resolved your qualms."

"You have indeed," Sophia said warmly, "and I regard myself as in your debt. Thank you for correcting me, Kate."

Kate knew that although she had been given a choice apartment in the exclusive building where Annette and Eleanor resided, she would have to help her husband and wife to adjust to the tempo of the capital of the Women's Republic. Life was easier in the second city, from whence Kate came, but which was now behind her. She was delighted finally to have her spouses with her.

Although they both had managed to secure good positions, they didn't know many people or have a group of friends in the capital. Kate had been in the capital for several years, knew many people in the Corrections Service, and made other friends, including Janet and Eleanor at Goose Cookers. Now she was being invited to many formal and less starchy events and receptions. She carefully modulated her drinking, knowing that she was setting an example for all of the officers and noncoms in the Service.

Eleanor had been a Godsend to Kate. Ellie with Janet's help had managed to get Kate admitted to the elite women's club where the female powers who ran the Republic often lunched. Kate had been self-conscious when she first took up her membership, as she was often the only woman present at the club who was in military uniform. Now she was recognized by almost everybody--staff and members--and if by herself, confidently sat at the club table.

Not long after her accession to Chief of Staff, she was quietly asked if she would serve as a member of the club's board. This was a distinct honor which she gratefully accepted. This made her privy to intimate matters of club business, and despite her youth, others on the board often turned to her for advice on personnel issues.

She didn't want to get the reputation of being the club's disciplinarian, but she was the only board member, actually, only member of the club, with professional experience in administering discipline. There apparently were more occasions for her to employ these skills than she had expected.

Women in the club drank too much at club events or just at lunch or dinner and became an embarrassment to the club leadership. When they received a letter summoning them to a meeting with the club vice-president, usually Kate was there. The V.P., who was older than Kate, rather bluntly told the summoned member that either she would submit to being disciplined, or her membership would be terminated. There were no warnings. Members who misbehaved were summoned if the V.P. felt their offense had been sufficient to justify action.

Names of terminated members were just quietly removed from the club roster. The membership was not notified and while there was some word-of-mouth transmission of the expulsion, the departing member was spared being spotlighted in any way. Most of those so excluded made no mention of it, knowing that after a year's penance, they might be re-admitted at the option of the club president.

One of the more surprising times Kate had been asked to attend one of the summoning meetings concerned a long-serving Senator who having drunk too much at lunch, began making loud and sarcastic derogatory remarks about other members present in the dining room.

Kate knew that she was a powerful political figure and might resist any adverse action being taken against her. The vice-president, Jean-Simone, was a high-ranking officer of a major industrial company in the Republic, and had been selected because she was in a position to be impervious to members' imprecations for leniency.

At the meeting, Kate was seated in civilian clothes as this was not an official Corrections Service proceeding; Jean-Simone was formal in her bearing as she presided.

"Senator," she began, "I do regret that this unfortunate situation has arisen. I'm sorry to tell you that the leadership has received complaints from several members about your recent behavior in the dining room. Frankly, were it not for your long service to the Republic, your conduct would normally result in immediate expulsion. However, you are probably aware that in certain situations, we will regard your offense as resolved should you agree to submit to being personally disciplined. Please tell me know whether you elect that lenient option."

Sen. Dorothy looked offended herself but maintained a calm demeanor when she was clearly boiling with rage underneath her façade of equanimity.

"Madame Vice-President, under the circumstances, I of course will accept your generous opportunity offered for me to resolve this situation," Sen. Dorothy said evenly. "Please convey my regrets for my behavior to our club president."

"Very well," Jean-Simone responded. "We have asked our distinguished member Kate to administer the discipline forthwith and I will now turn this meeting over to her."

Kate stood and directed the Senator to the punishment horse in the corner of the conference room.

"Please remove your skirt and place it on your chair," Kate began.

The Senator looked surprised but carefully unbuttoned and unzipped her navy twill skirt and removed it. She now looked quite ridiculous in just her somewhat old-fashioned white cotton panties that looked to have been worn for a long time.

"Please drape your arms over the horse now," Kate continued. Sen. Dorothy did what Kate had ordered.

Kate now stood behind her, leaned down and with her thumbs in the waistband of Dorothy's panties, and pulled them down over her large bottom and left them halfway down her thighs.

She now appeared not as the powerful political figure she normally was but as a middle-aged if not older woman about to be caned on her mottled bare bum.