[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 chapters 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.
One night when Nicole was in her last days of the retraining program at the Correction Service's Disciplinary & Retraining Unit, SFCs Denise and Linda burst into SFC Cynthia's room without knocking. Nicole and Cynthia happened to be sleeping together; they were not entwined but they were stupefied by the room invasion.
"Nicole is a retrainee in the current class, Cynthia," SFC Denise said by way of explanation. "She should not be spending the night in your bed. If this were exposed, it would be a scandal and you both would be disciplined for improper contact and appearance of poor judgment. We know you are friends, but she should get dressed now and go with us back to the retrainee dorm. We stopped by because we didn't want any higher-ups to be involved. You may be royally pissed at us, but we think you'll appreciate later what we're doing for both of you."
Cynthia was groggy and not at all sure how to react. She had kept her nose clean, as well as other body parts, so she appreciated the concern her noncom peers were showing her. For her part, Nicole was pissed because she thought they all were always seeking to do her in. However, recognizing the subordinate position she was now in, having been administratively demoted for training from Sergeant to PFC, she kept quiet.
"I guess I better get dressed," Nicole said to Cynthia. Her friend merely nodded her agreement. Nicole found her underpants and bra--she was sleeping in the nude with Cynthia, who was also naked--and quickly put them on along with her embarrassing retrainee uniform of cami, bloomers, and locked training panties, which Cynthia had helpfully unlocked for her.
She then was escorted out by SFCs Denise and Linda, who brought her quietly back to the retrainee dorm. They helped her get ready for bed and took her to the latrine. SFC Jennifer was on duty as latrine officer, and they explained to her that they were bringing Nicole back to the dorm, but she needed to use the latrine first. Jennifer made the necessary entries in her logbook and walked Nicole over to the first toilet, where she unlocked Nicole's panties.
Nicole sat down and let loose with her strong pee stream. She also was ready to take a dump, so they all waited while she pushed a bit and excreted a large, long turd. Jennifer noted her excretions and said she could wipe, flush, and go with the sergeants back to the retrainee dorm.
"Was she out of the dorm?" Jennifer asked Denise.
"Don't ask, Jen, and I won't tell," SFC Denise cryptically responded and kept walking with Linda and Nicole.
"See what we meant, Nicole? If word got out that you slept outside the dorm, your ass would be in deep doodoo," Linda whispered to her. "You'll thank us when you graduate here with top honors."
"You think I'll be the top grad?" Nicole asked them.
"It's a cinch unless you fuck up like you almost did tonight," Denise told her. "Wendy will want you, and CPT Elaine likes you, so they will get Kate to pick you unless there's someone else obvious, and we think there isn't," Denise went on.
Nicole walked back to the retrainee dorm and her bed at the very end near the room which SFCs Denise and Linda occupied. She appreciated the way Linda had very likely saved her chances of being the top graduate of this class. She knew she had to toe the line for just a little longer and then she could relax.
Over the next few days Nicole took the lead in any discussions about how cadre in the camps and centers should approach disciplining the men referred to these corrective facilities. The cadre of the unit had a high regard for her because she spoke in favor of barracks sergeants like her taking a firm line on errant behavior by the men under their supervision.
"I understand," one very cool retrainee named PFC Nancy who had been referred by her center Commandant for correcting the statements of the Commandant's deputy at staff meetings, "that PFC Nicole is advocating firm treatment of those subject to our authority, but it is fairly well known in the Service that she herself was disciplined for engaging in intimate relations with a man undergoing correction at the time."
Nicole tried to restrain the fervor of her response after the instructor, SFC Jennifer, said she could reply.
"I did make a mistake, and I did what was mentioned, but I also paid the price for my misbehavior which is why I'm here now as a retrainee," Nicole said calmly. "It is as humiliating for me as it is for all of you to have to undergo this course, but it only has reinforced my belief that we must be firm with our retrainees at our home locations. It's when I diverged from that approach that I got into trouble."
PFC Nancy answered that she was impressed with Nicole's response.
"You are clearly someone who has benefitted from this class, PFC Nicole," she said. "I was at first sorry that I raised the issue, but your answer made me pleased that it had elicited such an excellent response."
After the class session ended, SFC Jennifer called Nicole over. Jennifer was in her late 30s and had emigrated from England as a girl, so still had her accent.
"Nicole," she said, "SFC Denise gave me a cryptic answer when I asked if you had been out of the dorm the other night. The fine and true answer you gave PFC Nancy made me recall when they brought you to the latrine. But since you were brought to the latrine by Denise and Linda, I'm going to let that stand. Do you want to tell me where you had been?"
Nicole hesitated only a second before saying to SFC Jennifer, "Yes, Sergeant, I had dropped something off with my friend, SFC Cynthia. She and I go back a long way. So yes, I was coming back to the dorm, but I had been in Cynthia's room for a while."
Jennifer considered what Nicole said and responded. "I'm not going to write you up, but I'm sorry but I have to inform the First Sergeant of this. I don't want to, but I feel obligated to do that."
"I understand, Sergeant," Nicole said, feeling her hopes to be the top graduate slip away, "you have to do what you feel you must."
She nodded to Jennifer who merely said she was free to go to her next class.
Later that day, SFC Jennifer ran into 1SG Wendy. She told Wendy she needed to speak with her, briefly. Wendy smiled and said she'd always make time for Jennifer. She liked her for her accent as well, which to Wendy, denoted authority.
"First Sergeant," Jennifer said, "I needed to mention an incident which occurred the other say. Fairly late in the evening, SFCs Denise and Linda appeared at the latrine, where I was the duty officer, and had PFC Nicole with them, who needed to use the facility. I unlocked her panties and made the appropriate entries. After she had finished, I asked Denise and Linda whether Nicole had been out of the retrainee dorm. They didn't give me a direct answer, but I asked Nicole today and she said she had been in her friend, SFC Cynthia's room."
"I suppose that is a violation, her a retrainee and being out of the dorm after hours," Jennifer said, "but I didn't want to write her up. It seemed so minor a matter to me, but I felt compelled to bring it to your attention."
"Thanks, Jennifer, for keeping me informed," Wendy replied. "I'll have to decide what course to take, and I assure you it will get my attention. I hope that satisfies you."
"Yes, it certainly does, First Sergeant," Jennifer said. "Thank you so much."
