[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.]
Kate was driving back to the capital and feeling very free. She had spent a good weekend with her husband and wife. It seemed now that she had made the right decision. The Women's Republic allowed a woman to have a husband and a wife. Kate had acted rather quickly, marrying Harry and Glenda a few months after meeting them.
Her friends thought that the ambitious 25-year-old who had already become a Major in the respected Corrections Service--the closest institution in the Republic to a military organization--and was now Commandant of its Disciplinary & Retraining Unit. This was where misbehaving officers--both commissioned and noncoms--were sent by their commanding officers for retraining.
It was the last stop before being thrown out of the Service. Most who were sent there succeeded. Kate was returning just before the current retrainee class was to graduate. It would be a simple ceremony. Not many outsiders--those not in the Service--attended. This likely was because it still was not an honor to be sent for retraining. However, those who emerged successfully were respected and would advance in the Service.
It was a new beginning for them. Kate liked that part of it. She was helping people. She suspected, however, that she also liked the disciplinary part of her job. Not that she spanked, caned, or physically disciplined class members. She had cadre whose job it was to take care of all that. But she had the major voice in setting policy and practice.
She was thinking about all this on her trip back. She was alone in the car. On the trip down to the second city--a three-hour journey--she had her friend Eleanor with her and that did make the trip go faster as they chatted away. This time, she was conscious of being alone. But she dealt with that all the time.
She did have friends within and outside the Service. A few from home stayed in touch. So did her family, who also were in the second city. In fact, she was in charge of the family household, the "responsible woman" who had the authority to approve all the major acts family members wanted to take. She had delegated most of that authority to her stepmother Jan, who served as deputy. In fact, Kate had just spent a weekend in the second city with her husband and wife, and never went to her family's home.
Another friend she was close with was her own deputy, CPT Elaine, who was her senior in years, having served as Commandant of the toughest reeducation camp for men in the Republic: Hergolia. Elaine was more than ten years older and had many years of experience in the Service. Kate felt she was a fine source of experienced advice, and she appreciated Elaine's knowledge and sage counsel.
Her reveries on her life were interrupted by her realization that she now badly needed to use the toilet. There was a service area coming up on the highway. After the next five miles she had to drive to get to the area, she almost leaped out of her car and did stop to lock it. Then she walked quickly to the large central structure. She got to the women's room only to find it was closed for repairs as was the men's room.
"Oh, no!" she cried to herself and walked slowly back to the car. She got in, drove to a corner of the lot, and pulled an incontinence pad out of her handbag. It still seemed strange to carry one, but she had been advised to do that in her officer training program in the Service. The instructor had told them that you never knew when you might be stuck out in the cold without the proverbial pot to piss in.
She couldn't bring herself to go behind the car, flip her skirt up, lower her panties, and pee on the pavement. It was terribly bad form and in fact, if she were caught doing it, it could have major implications for her. No, she decided, she managed to lift herself off the seat behind the wheel enough to slip her panties down and off. Then she was able to step into the incontinence pad and pull it up to her waist under her skirt. Then she started up and took off again.
It was likely, she figured, that she would have to use the incontinence pad. The good thing was that she knew from experience that the pad would probably hold all her pee; but she would feel it even though the pad would absorb almost all of it. Very little liquid would be sloshing around inside it.
It was hard for her to concentrate on the road. She didn't want an accident to happen. As the pressure grew from her bladder, she started to try to let a little out into her pad to relieve the pressure. She somehow managed to release her sphincter and she felt a stream flow out of her into the pad. Having started, she didn't want to exercise the supreme effort to close her sphincter and stop peeing.
Before long, she felt the heaviness of the pad especially since it had ultimately absorbed all her pee. It was uncomfortable and she could smell the inescapable odor of stale pee. Finally, she reached the city--the capital--and she managed somehow to use her card to open the garage of her building--the Bachelor Officers' Quarters. She quickly parked the car, grabbed her one valise, and headed for her elevator, one that would take her right to her floor.
She was hoping she didn't meet anyone. Luck had it that she got to her floor and was able to get to her suite without encountering anyone else. She opened the suite front door with her key and inside, she closed and double-locked the door. Now she repaired to her bathroom and started to check the damage.
It was truly minimal. She had pissed her pants--the idea of it made her feel like a naughty girl--yet she was dealing with it like an efficient grown-up. Her cadre would be amazed that the sharp, always well put together Major had slipped into her suite with a piss-filled pad and no panties on under her skirt. She took off the pad and just dropped it into the tub. She would later wrap the pad in a plastic bag and thrown out.
She then took off the rest of her clothes and moved smoothly into the shower. The feel of the water cleaning her off, especially her loins that had been covered with pee, was wonderful. Kate thought a bit and concluded that it had been many years since she had pissed her pants. She hoped that quite a few more would pass without any repetition.
As she was in the shower, however, she felt another imminent need. There was pressure in her rear, and she knew she had to defecate. She was dry and nude, so she sat on the toilet and let her bowel movement slide right out. She thought of how happy she was that she hadn't had to do it in the pad in the car. That might have been too much for the pad to hold because it was a big log she excreted She carefully wiped herself and checked out the size of her turd in the toilet before flushing.
Dressing in some casual clothes as it was Sunday late afternoon, she sat in her front room and turned on the TV and picked up the novel she was reading. She now did feel like company. She dropped the book for a minute and picked up her cell phone.
She dialed COL Rachel and then WO3 Kathryn. She told them she'd just returned from the second city and invited both to stop down and have a drink with her if they were free. It turned out they both were, and both sounded pleased at Kate's calling them. They each said they'd be at her door in 15 minutes.
Kate had put on casual clothes when she dressed after her shower. She decided to stay dressed that way. She went to the fridge and found some cheese, canapΓ©s, and cruditΓ©s she could quickly put on a tray and bring out into her front room. Then she filled up her ice bucket from the fridge and put some glasses, napkins, and small plates on the side table with the tray of hors d'oeuvres.
Soon enough, in about 20 minutes, Rachel knocked on the door and Kate greeted her with a hug and a kiss. They had not seen each other for a while, so Kate brought Rachel up to date on the latest happenings in her old unit that Kate now commanded. A little later, there was another knock and Kate welcomed Kathryn.
She and Rachel knew each other in the Service so they exchanged greetings.
"Nice of you to give us a call," Kathryn said pleasantly.