Kate Returns Home Ch 09

[This story includes bodily functions and severe discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will be much more comprehensible if you read the previous Ch. 08 first. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women's Republic setting and her characters.]

MAJ Kate was at her desk in her office as Commandant of the Disciplinary & Retraining Unit of the Corrections Service. She had in her hand the Incident Report she had been sent by her old classmate, CPT Helene, who commanded Hergolia Camp, possibly the harshest retraining camp in the service and the Women's Republic where men were sent to be retrained after they had in some way offended the "responsible woman" in their household.

Kate had sent her husband Harry to be retrained and he had been sent to Hergolia. Kate had decided on referring him--a significant step for any spouse to take but one which women were increasing taking to correct badly behaving husbands or other men--after she walked in on his having sex with her wife (women were now allowed to have one husband and one wife).

She had blamed herself for saying that the two could have sex when Kate was not at the apartment they had in the Republic's second city. Unlike the other two, Kate was located in the capital, some distance away for her career in the Service. That they were screwing when Kate had been napping in her bedroom infuriated her. She had begun to question her recent double marriage to them both. They were not married to each other; each was married to Kate.

Kate's position accentuated her dominant personality. She was young, still in her mid-20s, and had risen far and fast in the Service. (See earlier chapters.) Reading the incident report, Kate learned that Harry had been in the barracks under the authority of SGT Nicole, a beautiful woman around Kate's age, with whom Kate had had differences. In truth, they despised each other.

Nicole had seduced Harry and fucked him in her barracks room. Somehow word had gotten out to the camp leadership and Kate's friend, CPT Helene, the commandant, had signed off on the report. Harry and Nicole had also been subjected to one of the most severe punishments used in the Service: two hours in the toilet box where cadre--noncoms--and a few commissioned officers would do their business sitting on toilet holes and this would land on Harry and Nicole.

From the report, Kate also learned that Helene was referring Nicole to Kate's Disciplinary & Retraining Unit for retraining. Kate's unit took in classes of Service personnel who had misbehaved enough to be destined for cashiering right out of the Service; this was their last chance. Nicole had been so referred before, in fact by Kate's deputy, CPT Elaine, who formerly commanded Hergolia Camp.

Nicole had performed well during her previous referral, but she had drawn Kate's fury by her expressed annoyance in a meeting with Kate and Elaine when they told her they were not offering her a place in the unit's noncom cadre. Kate had had her seriously disciplined. Nicole had attained the grade of Sergeant First Class based on her good work at Kate's unit. Kate had first wanted to demote her to PFC but after speaking more with Elaine, merely put her back to buck sergeant (SGT), the lowest grade of sergeant.

She had been regarded as the toughest barracks sergeant at Hergolia, the toughest men's retraining camp. Kate began figuring that she seduced Harry as a way of getting back at Kate. Well, now, Kate thought, she was back in my bailiwick again. When they received word that the Corrections Service conveyance had arrived from the distant Hergolia Camp with Nicole, Kate sent Elaine to meet her and escort her to the retraining class members' area.

Retrainees were treated firmly there. The cadre put them through significant discipline--spankings and canings--and they had to wear vinyl panties with vaginal and rectal dorks for several days until the cadre decided that their behavior justified their graduation to regular panties. The vinyl panties were locked when worn and the wearer had to ask cadre on duty to unlock them so she could use the toilet. That use was observed and recorded.

Elaine, who, as noted, had previously commanded Nicole at Hergolia and dealt with her as a colleague when she had previously been at the Disciplinary & Retraining Unit in consulting capacity, greeted her former protégé warmly. Nicole was a bit standoffish because she didn't know how Elaine would feel about her misbehavior.

"I got myself in a spot of trouble, my dear CPT Elaine," she said cheerily to Elaine. "You sure have, sweetie," Elaine responded. "My boss will not be happy to see you back, especially since you have now gotten your tit caught in her personal life," Elaine said lightly but with serious intent. "Why, may I ask, did you do such a thing?" Elaine asked her. "I'm somewhat disappointed in you, Nicole," she went on.

"I was a naughty girl, CPT Elaine," Nicole admitted. "I guess I couldn't resist getting it on with that handsome man and knowing he was married to the Major didn't diminish my attraction to him."

"Tsk, tsk," Elaine chortled. "You are definitely a difficult one, sweet Nicole," she observed.

"Am I going to have a hard time here now?" Nicole inquired plaintively. "I've been sent to be back in the retraining class, so I'm about to be seriously humbled, I know. But am I likely to be singled out for 'special treatment'?"

"Could happen, darling," Elaine, who was older than Nicole, and than Kate too, told her. "You'll get the normal stuff--being put in dork panties and spanked and caned--but yes, I wouldn't be shocked if you were on the list for more serious disciplining."

Nicole had been described, by Kate's husband Harry, for example, as gorgeous. She smiled very sweetly at Elaine, hoping to get her to intercede with Kate on her behalf. "Could you see yourself able," she inquired, "to try to soften your boss's attitude toward me a little? I'm not always a bad girl. And I've done good work here, for which I've not been recognized much."

:I'm afraid that's a hopeless cause right now," Elaine advised her. "You're going to be in deep doodoo here for a while. I'd grit your teeth and be nice to everyone, including the noncoms whom you've worked with here, like SFCs Denise and Linda."

"I don't think they like me much," Nicole confided. "They do respect me because of my tough rep at Hergolia, but they're much closer to MAJ Kate."

"That's as may be," Elaine replied, "but it wouldn't hurt for you to be nice to everyone for a change. You know I have a soft spot for you, well, because you were usually a good sergeant at Hergolia when I was there. Nicole, you could go far in the Service, but my god, fucking my boss's husband? That's the way to destroy your career."

"I'm really sorry about that, Elaine," Nicole said in a heartfelt voice. "Do you think Kate will let me apologize to her?"

"I'll sound her out," Elaine said, increasing Nicole's hopes. "But you have to mean it and make sure you really will let bygones be bygones. If you step out of line on that, she'll run you out of the Service and everyone will support her because of what you did."

"I think it's tough for her to do that," Nicole speculated, "because it'll just look like she's pissed at me because of her husband. Hell, he was the most surprised of all when he grasped that I wanted to fuck him. By the way, he was great in bed."

"That's the kind of stuff that'll get you cashiered, sweetie," Elaine upbraided her. "Just cut that out. If I get you in to see her, I hope you'll behave and be genuinely nice, but not phony, to her."

"I'll be nice, of course," Nicole told her, "because if things had gone down differently, I could have been friends with her. We could've helped each other. But yes, I fucked up bigtime when I fucked him."

"You sure did, darling," Elaine concluded the conversation. "Now keep your nose and your panties clean and I'll try to get you an audience."

Elaine did have a liking for Nicole because she liked her assertiveness and clever capacity to get things done. But she had had to refer her to this unit when she had screwed up at Hergolia. She knew not to get too close to her because it was all too likely that she'd get burned.

Nicole went off to register with the cadre for the retraining class and was outfitted in the standard punishment uniform that class members received and wore. She hated the awful pink bloomers and tight bra that she would have to wear, and she knew she would be in the awful panties with the dorks soon enough.

1SG Wendy was at the desk and greeted Nicole with restraint. "Nicole, I'm sorry for your troubles but if you keep your nose clean here, I know you'll do all right," Wendy told her.

"It's good to see you, Top," Nicole said to her. "I'm sorry I'm here too, especially in this capacity. But I'm going to be a good girl and do what I'm told and make it through and get back in the Service's good graces."

"If you mean that," Wendy stared her in the eyes, "I'll do what I can for you. You know that the boss listens to me."

"As well she should," Nicole interjected.

"Now, that's the kind of stuff you better get out of your lexicon, Nickie," Wendy snapped at her. "I won't help you if you keep on with that kind of crap, and you know it, you're smarter than that, otherwise I wouldn't do a thing for you."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Top," Nicole said as sincerely as she could, "you're just the best and I'm sorry for being such an asshole and a naughty girl to boot. But I'm going to turn myself around."

"Good," Wendy said. "Now go get your uniforms and changed and show up for the intro which will be in about 45 minutes."

"OK, boss," Nicole smiled. "I'm being a good girl from now on."

"I'll believe it when it happens," Wendy grinned. "Just do your best and your best is very good indeed."

"Why thank you, Top," Nicole said, and went on to get her stuff.

She had her first surprise at the issue point. SSG Barbara, who knew her, as did all the cadre, greeted her but said, "You know that you're a marked woman, Nicole."

"What do you mean?" Nicole asked.

"I have a special order here that says we have to immediately put you in locked panties," she replied, as she pulled out a pair of pink panties with the little gold padlock on the waistband. "So, pull up your skirt and get the panties you have on off, so you can put these on. Do you have to go to the little girls' latrine before I lock you in?"

"Yes," Nicole said, "thank you for giving me the chance. May I ask who signed that order?"

SSG Barbara reached into her file and pulled out a formal order. "It is signed by SFC Cynthia," she said. "I think you know her."

Cynthia had been Nicole's closest friend when she was working in this unit. Unlike Nicole, Cynthia had continued to do a first-class job at whatever she was assigned, so had won back her SFC stripes.

"W hat's Cyndi doing know?" Nicole asked offhandedly although she was dying to know.

"She's in charge of special discipline now," Barbara said. "You know, the box and the other nasty stuff. People in the retraining class are scared to death of her. Here, take the panties and come with me and I'll let you do your business to your heart's content--or should I say, your bladder's?"

Nicole grinned and told Barbara she loved her for that.

They went to the latrine, which was a group of open toilets, not stalls, just like in the men's barracks. Nicole lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down, and sat on the first toilet seat. Barbara watched her as she urinated and then apparently had a bowel movement. Barbara asked her about both: "You know, I have to record your toilet use."

She had a form she was filling out.

Nicole was not at all surprised; after all, she had supervised toilet use. "I pissed about a pint and a half," she told Barbara, "and I made a, say, 10-inch log because I hadn't gone since I left Hergolia."

"Thanks, Nickie," Barbara said with a smile. "Now put those pinkies on and I'll lock you in. If you behave yourself, maybe you'll graduate to the dork panties." They both cackled at the bad position Nicole had put herself in.

She knew that if Cyndi had signed that order, it was because Kate had told her to, or even Kate had told Elaine to tell her to sign. But that didn't make sense. Elaine would have told her when they just spoke.

She was wrong. Elaine was making sure not to intervene on Nicole's behalf. She knew how manipulative the flaming redhead could be and how effective at getting what she wanted even after she fucked up, which she had done royally by fucking Kate's husband. Kate did have her tell SFC Cynthia to prepare and sign that humiliating order for Nicole's panties, but Elaine knew that Cyndi would tell all to Nicole when they met.

On the other hand, Elaine thought, Cynthia is a smart woman who won't screw up her career just to help Nicole out. She will keep her nose clean but give Nicole a break when she could.

Now, Elaine had to go back to see Kate.

"Well," Kate began as Elaine walked into her office, "how did the princess behave on her arrival? Did she have her glass slippers on?"

"Come on, she was being very contrite, Kate dear," Elaine responded. "You really should give cut her some slack. She'll straighten up and fly right."

"It's never happened yet," Kate said mordantly. "Did she make a sad face and say how sorry she was for what she did, especially with reference to me?"

"Actually, darling," Elaine answered, "she did. She was being very good. She would love to come in and make up with you. I told her not to put on her fancy suit yet."

"You were right," Kate said. "I'm not planning to see her anytime soon. I'll let the cadre deal with her. They know she can get them in trouble. I'm convinced she just did a number on my Harry. He's very slick but he was just a pigeon for Nicole to skin."

"I will not defend Nicole," Elaine said, as she was doing just that. "She knows she's in deep doodoo and determined to make things right and clean up her act. This time, I think I believe her. Remember, I was the one who first sent her here when I got pissed at her."

"Yes, you did, Elaine," Kate admitted. "But you're such a good scout. You'd look for the best in bitches like her. I know, I shouldn't say that, but don't you think I'm entitled after what she did to me?"

"I don't want to correct you, Major," Elaine now posited. "But she didn't do it to you when it comes down to it. Her clit was obviously itching and taking him into her room was her way of satisfying that monster libido. And look, Helene put her in the box. That's her second visit to that lovely disciplinary tool. She's been busted and yes, you were nice and let her be a buck sergeant. Also, it won't do you any good to make it seem like you're in a cat fight with her. You are so well regarded by all the powers that be that you shouldn't piss that away to squash this annoying insect."

"Wow!" Kate exclaimed. "Elaine, your perspicacity always amazes me, but I know just how good you are. I'll see her and maybe even let her make nice. And I bet Wendy will come to ask me to do it."

"You've got that right," Elaine smiled. "Wendy looks out for quasi-bad apples who are clever," she said. "But she's been a great support for both of us, hasn't she?"

"I do adore Wendy," Kate answered.

* * * *

Glenda adjusted to being in the reeducation center. She liked her roomie, Olivia, who had dark hair and seemed quite intelligent. She also found that Olivia knew just how to turn a woman on, softly massaging her labia and using her finger very softly to tease her right inside her anal ring.

She tried to reciprocate and found she was learning more as Olivia guided her to where she was most arousable. They were not allowed to have toys, such as dildoes or strap-ons, so Olivia showed her how to fist her. Glenda would never have thought that it could be a turn-on rather than painful.

On her next day, CPL Andie took her to meet with the center's therapist, 1LT Jennifer. The therapist looked to be in her 40s and seemed well-prepared, having reviewed the questions SSG Brenda had asked Glenda. Jennifer went over the key incident that had gotten Glenda sent to the center.

"Did you ever think when you were on the bed receiving Harry inside yourself that you were overstepping? She asked. Glenda answered that she found Harry very enchanting--"he knows how to please a woman"--so she did not give it much thought until Kate walked in while they were having sex and Glenda said she just said to herself, "Oh, shit."

Jennifer asked her how many sex partners she had had before Kate and Harry.

"About four," Glenda answered, and two were when she graduated from high school. Later she had two long relationships with men after she went to work.

"I thought I was doing well," Glenda told her, "and I had become chief of my division of the firm. My boss gave me responsibility and I found that I had an easier time getting dates."

"Has your health been good?" Jennifer asked.

"Sure," Glenda said. Jennifer smiled and probed some more.

"How are your periods?" she asked. "Ever experience pain or other problems?"

"Yes, I have bad days when I even had to stay home from work. My boss, who is a woman, warned me that the company was not tolerant of women missing work because of menstrual issues, so I tried to downplay those problems."

"Did you find that regular sex helped?" Jennifer continued.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Glenda replied. "Having sex and orgasming really did get rid of both cramps and pain. I didn't become promiscuous, but I was open to sex more than I had been."

"Did you grow up in an open home as far as that goes?" Jennifer asked.

"My home was pretty traditional," Glenda said. "I was the middle child and tried to stay out of my mother's way. She did spank us sometimes for minor misbehavior."

"Did she warn you about letting boys inveigle you into having sex?" Jennifer went on.

"Sure," Glenda said, "most of my friends' moms did that too. She, and they, had us wear control panties--you know, what my mom had known as girdles--when I went out with boys--passion-killers, we called them."

"Were you jealous that Kate was married to Harry, and you only had her, and may have seen yourself as the second fiddle or odd woman out?"

"You're right," Glenda said, "and I did sometimes feel that while I loved Kate, it was too bad that everything wasn't on an even keel, you know, that it wasn't just Kate who was married to each of us. It was nice of her to let Harry have sex with me when Kate was back in the capital, and I really fucked up, didn't I, when she had let me enjoy that?"

"Not necessarily," Jennifer stated. "You were in an unusual and toxic relationship where your access to the man with whom she spent most time at home was only available to you when his 'real wife' was away. Just because these marriages with a woman having a husband and wife are now sanctioned and legal doesn't mean they are psychologically healthy."

Glenda was coming to like 1LT Jennifer. She went as far as to say, "You know, you are so kind and willing to listen. I'm getting too personal with you but do you like women and would you want to get it on if we weren't here?"

"Yes," Jennifer said with a tight smile, "I'm flattered but yes, that is beyond the bounds of my activity here. For your information, I'm married with children, and I love my husband. You should be more restrained in making assumptions, although you seem like a pleasant and healthy young woman."

Glenda apologized for embarrassing Jennifer. The therapist swept away any need for apologizing, saying "That's part of my job here." She thanked Glenda for her time and her openness.