Kate Returns Home Ch 20

[This story includes bodily functions--peeing, pooping, and periods--as well as significant 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 characters.]

Kate arrived back at Corrections headquarters in the capital refreshed from her visit with her husband and wife, Harry and Glenda. There was a relaxed and loving atmosphere in the house where her two partners lived in the Women's Republic's second city.

She had not only enjoyed a lot of sex with her husband and wife but had caned them. Kate realized that in addition to asserting her role as the "responsible woman" in charge of the family group, she got satisfaction from disciplining her two partners. After all, she had granted them the supreme privilege of sleeping together when she was back in the capital.

Back in her cozy suite in the headquarters--Bachelor Officers' Quarters, she realized that with her promotion, she would be expected to assume more of a leadership role in the Service. This needed to be done carefully, because she figured that many vets already in leadership posts likely resented her fast rise and, even more, her star status arising from her having been featured in Goose Cookers lingerie commercials.

Only minutes after she had reached her suite, her cell phone rang and when she answered, it was her friend, Warrant Officer Kathryn, who during the day managed the most demanding procurements for the Corrections Service. She sounded happy to have reached Kate and asked if she could stop by. Kathryn's own rooms were two floors away.

Kate had already been missing Harry and Glenda; her three-day stay with them made her feel she was in a family again, more than when she visited her own family there as its 'responsible woman.' She enthusiastically said that she'd be delighted if Kathryn stopped by now.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Even taking into consideration the several-hour drive she had just completed coming back from the second city, Kate liked the way she looked. Her dark hair looked fresh, and her chenille blouse and crimson skirt suited her. She felt she was in good shape to welcome Kathryn. She also told herself that she looked damn good at the ripe age of 29.

Her friendship with Kathryn had only grown as she had risen in the Service. They were true playmates--especially in bed. Kathryn had been lonely in the Service because her unit was set apart from the body of the organization. Kate's welcoming her as a friend warmed her heart. Although Kate was younger, Kathryn now looked to her as her mentor.

They did engage in play that featured spanking, but increasingly often, Kathryn wanted Kate to discipline her when Kate felt she needed it.

It only took Kathryn about five minutes to knock on Kate's door. Kate welcomed her and gave her a warm hug. Kathryn responded by kissing Kate on the lips and insinuating her tongue into Kate's now open mouth. This did turn Kate on, because she had been making herself miserable by contemplating being away from her partners, and especially from having sex with them.

"You already miss them, don't you?" Kathryn asked in a concerned voice.

"Yes, I already do," Kate said, feeling deeply sorry for herself. Then she felt some tension in her mid-section but wasn't sure if she might be getting her period or if she was just constipated from her travel. She was close enough to Kathryn that she could confide her "girly" concerns to her.

"One reason I wanted to see you now," Kathryn began taking a more serious tone, "is that I'm afraid I've been something of a naughty girl while you were away. I accepted a dinner invitation the other day from a man with whom I deal as a supplier. It was a nice dinner and I felt myself getting warmer and wetter as I had my eyes on him. Let me just say that I had him up to my room after we dined, and things proceeded apace from there."

"Is he married?" Kate interjected.

"Yes," Kathryn answered with a guilty look.

"And I assume he fucked you?" Kate continued.

"Yes," Kathryn answered more slowly and painfully.

"Was it quick and nice or quick and dirty?" Kate persisted in her inquiry.

"Let me just say that it was quick and sort of rough, the way I like it," Kathryn blushed as she responded.

"You have been naughty, Miss Kathryn," Kate stated, "haven't you?"

"Yes, Miss," Kathryn replied slowly, getting into the mood Kate was creating.

"We need to go into the bathroom now, "Kate told her, "So you can check out my physical situation, you know, as to whether I'm getting my period or constipated, or whatever is giving me this pain down there."

"Tell you what, sweetie," Kathryn grinned. "I like the idea that we go into your bathroom and check you out." When they got into Kate's well-ensuite bathroom, Kathryn noticed that among Kate's various bottles and tools, there was a fold-up toilet seat that could be set up on its four metal legs.

"Is that there for what I think it is, Katie?" Kathryn queried, still grinning. "If it is, why don't we just put it in the tub and you can sit on it over my face and see what you need to do, as well as deal with me being so naughty while you were away."

"You'll do that for me?" Kate responded. "You know what that seat is here for, don't you?"

"I just described it, and I think it's more for playing than disciplining," Kathryn answered, "although with your expertise in the latter, I would never rule that out, darling."

Kate decided to play the domme for now. "

"Yes, Kathryn," she now intoned in a severe manner, "you've been naughty, so get in the tub on your back right under the seat and situate yourself so your face is right under it."

Kathryn was dressed informally and thus was able then to strip down quickly, shedding her blouse, shorts, bra, panties, and shoes. Then she stepped into the tub and lay on her back under the seat so she could look up through its opening.

Kate then rucked up her crimson skirt, pulled down her pale blue panties only a short way below her bottom and down her thighs, and sat on the toilet seat over Kathryn's face, looking for all the world like she was about to relieve herself. Kathryn looked up and saw Kate's cute little anal rosette and her pretty pussy, now just appearing as a slit with only the outer lips visible to Kathryn.

Kate's slit twitched slightly and suddenly a powerful yellow pee stream shot out of her now open pussy and hit Kathryn right on her face. Her pee was hot; Kathryn opened her mouth to take as much of it in as she could, savoring the saltiness of Kate's hot urine, which had been accumulating during her drive from the second city.

When the stream tailed off, Kathryn said that Kate had definitely given her a face washing.

"But there's more!" Kate burbled. For a moment, she had the thought that she should warn Kathryn that her movement might be less than firm, but decided she'd let her deal with whatever came out of her bottom.

She gave a little push that got her movement sliding down her rectal passage and emerging from her cute little anal opening. Kathryn saw the brown tip from when it was starting to pooch out Kate's hole. It was teasing her as it moved back and forth from her hole. Then it slid out, looking, as she remembered once thinking when in this posture under the seat, that for all the world, like a chocolate prick that was erect upon arriving on the scene.

It coiled as it became thinner and softer, and lastly, Kate's hole released a noisy fart as some last fecal matter that was soft and runny streamed out onto Kathryn's face.

She didn't find it awful, only smelly. But the last runny stuff did get into her nose and made her almost need to vomit.

Kate looked down at her and used her hands to scoop it up and toss it into the toilet. The messy part had only left traces around Kate's cute little anal star, so, Kathryn enjoyed leaning up to lick her friend's anus squeaky clean. She tasted the droplets of pee that remained on Kate's labia and gave her stiff clit a tiny nip.

"I feel a lot better having made that doody," Kate commented, "and I expect that I'm going to get something flowing out of my cunt before long now."

Kathryn leaned back up and kissed her friend on the vaginal lips. "I do smell that period odor, darling," she reported. "Unless you want to put on your period panties right now, sweetie, you may want to stick a pon in there."

Kate found that talking about her bowel movements and her period cranked her up.

"You're making me nice and wet with that kind of talk," she said coolly.

She stood and went over to the cabinet and took a tampon out of her Tampax box. With no hesitation, she sat on the toilet with her panties still down on her thighs, pushed her panties down, spread her legs, and expertly inserted the tampon where it was needed. She then tossed the applicator into a small wastebasket she had there.

Then Kate returned to help Kathryn stand and told her she would hose her down.

Kathryn thanked her and stood as Kate turned on the shower hose above the tub and when the spray was warm, applied the gentle water flow to Kathryn's face, hair, and upper body, all of which still had some of Kate's pee and poo on them.

Kathryn knew this had become a true disciplinary session for her, so she awaited Kate's next pronouncement, which arrived in short order.

"We'll have to finish off dealing with your naughtiness, sweetie," she said coolly. Then came the words Kathryn expected and feared, "Yes, you're going to be caned."

Kate helped Kathryn dry off and then put her clothing back on. They proceeded back to Kate's front room, where the curtains were now drawn, and Kate pointed to the desk and directed Kathryn to bend over it.

When she did, Kate came behind her and pulled her shorts down, and then lowered her plain white cotton panties to her knees. Kathryn knew she was expected not to let them drop further. She stayed bent over the desk grasping the other side.

Now, Kate picked up one of her thin canes from the cabinet where she kept her collection of disciplinary implements. She swished the cane in the air a few times to recover her aim and strength, as Kathryn winced from just hearing the cane go through the air.

Kate laid the cane on Kathryn's white bottom and drew it back. She waited a few seconds and then flicked it to deliver a stinging stroke right down the middle of Kathryn's bottom. After another interval--this one longer--she drew the cane back again and fired two quick strokes further down Kathryn's bottom cheeks and parallel to the first.

Kathryn screamed as Kate let the strokes sink in. Then she gave her two more strokes, this time crisscrossing them. Kathryn screeched at the sheer pain of the strokes crossing her previous weals. She braced herself for the anticipated severe sixth stroke.

Kate waited, to build up the tension in the room. Then she quickly drew her cane back and fired a strong stroke right down the middle again. This was clearly the stroke Kathryn had feared and she barely managed to hold position.

After she finished sobbing, Kate told her to stand and came over to take Kathryn in her arms and give her a solid hug and a deep kiss on her lips.

She invited Kathryn into her bedroom where she had her bend over the bed while Kate applied cream to her wounded buttocks.

"I'm so sorry I was naughty," she said softly to Kate. "It's not because it got me under your bowel movement and having to take the cane; I just hate to disappoint you. Kate, you're younger than I am by several years, but you have the presence and good sense I wish I had at times."

Kate decided to take her in her arms as she let her help undress her hostess. Now Kate was bare and summoned Kathryn to remove her own clothing again and climb into bed with her. Kate hugged her some more and started to finger her vulval area.

Kathryn immediately responded and got her fingers into Kate's pussy and pushed two into her tight vagina. The two were fired up by the previous activity and exploded shortly after that, just from the mutual fingering. Then they lay together, contemplating the other, and enjoying the rest as they both felt relieved of tensions.

* * * *

Goose Cookers was the preeminent woman-owned company in the Republic, and it was based in the second city. It was deeply involved in the political and social world of the Republic. Eleanor was the head of its capital office and its creative director, but the true genius behind the firm was Janet, its executive vice president.

Eleanor had met Kate through Eleanor's wife, Annette, who was the highest-ranking uniformed officer in the Service: its Chief of Staff. She secured Kate's participation and Annette's assent to the attractive Major's presence in the commercials. These were edgy in that Kate and SFC Nicole of her unit, a ravishingly pretty woman, posed so the camera took upskirt shots of the Goose Cooker panties the two Service women were wearing.

Janet was the obvious choice to visit the Republic's President, who had expressed concern about allowing Service women to model panties in upskirt views. But Vivian came round after her meeting with Janet. The President was sufficiently pleased that Annette was then able to obtain her quick signoff to secure Kate's promotion from Major to Lieutenant Colonel.

Goose Cookers now wanted their new stars, Kate and Nicole, to break another barrier in advertising. The Republic's government had decided that women were entitled to see clear advertising for period products (no longer called feminine hygiene items) so they could make informed choices among pads, tampons, menstrual cups and discs, and the new period panties, which obviated much of the need for those existing forms of menstrual protection.

Now, Eleanor was ready to shoot commercials showing Kate and Nicole wearing stylish period panties, using both straight shots of them dressed and in bra and panties, and some upskirt shots. Once again, Kate told her the project would have to be cleared. She decided to go straight to Annette, who had responded positively the last time.

Soon the shapely young LTC was sitting in GEN Annette's outer office, awaiting her meeting with the Chief of Staff.

"Kate!" Annette exclaimed as she came out to usher LTC Kate into the inner office. "I'm always delighted to see you," Annette enthused.

When Kate seated herself facing Annette's massive desk, she said that she hoped Annette would feel as positive once the subject Kate had come to discuss was raised.

"Goose Cookers would like Nicole and me to model again in commercials," she said coolly, "this time for period panties." Kate went on to observe that the Republic favored ending the unspoken practice of keeping periods out of sight as a "woman thing." Goose Cookers produced one of the first successful period panties that met this essential women's need.

"I'd like to support you," Annette responded. "But we need to get something for the Service or the Republic through this. I mean that Janet needs to remit part of what they earn from the sales of these products to the Service or the Republic. I think the President will look favorably on this with that addition. I should contact Janet?"

Kate reflected for a moment on this new aspect of the project. It made sense for Annette to work this out at her level with Janet. She knew that Annette and Janet had a long-term relationship, part friendship and part dominant-submissive. Janet was one of the most successful career women in the Republic, yet she chose to relieve the pressures she must feel by submitting on occasion to Annette's strict caning of her bared bottom. Annette was highly skilled in all castigation from her many years as a correctional officer.

Janet had added a disciplinary unit to her company. Employees who failed to observe the rules might find themselves with panties or undershorts down and then receive a range of discipline from trained disciplinarians. When Janet realized that she had treated an employee unfairly, she subjected herself to being severely punished in this unit.

Kate had been welcomed by Eleanor and Annette, which was yet another tie through their marriage between the Service and Goose Cookers, into their circle. She had been present at dinner parties in their plush apartment that included administration of strict discipline. As an expert in this area, Kate was valued and respected, despite her being younger than everyone else present.

"It does make sense for you to take the lead on this, General," Kate said. "I'd be very appreciative if you were disposed to contact Janet as you suggested."

"I'll do it," Annette answered, "and then I'll also see Vivian to brief her. We don't want to go out on a limb. She may have thought that the last time was a once-over."

Then she looked at Kate. "How are you bearing up, Kate?" she asked. "It must be hard for you to be here by yourself when your spouses are in another place. I spent many years as a single in the Service and my finally finding a partner was a godsend."

"You are able to understand my situation better than anyone else," Kate replied, "because you've been there. In fact, I hesitate to compare myself because you were single. I so appreciate your willingness to advise me because you have shown the way."

"Thanks," Annette smiled. "You have shown yourself to be a highly competent and insightful officer and leader here despite your youth and relatively brief tenure. I'm delighted you've achieved what you have, Kate. And I think you've also been aware of the need to maintain a good rapport with everyone in the Service. I'm appreciative of how you brought Nicole around, for example."

"She's amazed me, too," Kate offered. "I had good reason to avoid her and certainly not to advance her, yet I was impressed by her potential. She has straightened out and done well."

"I'll contact Janet," Annette said as she stood up from her desk. "You'll hear from me."

"Thank you, Chief," Kate said with a smile as she stood and crisply saluted the Chief of Staff, did an about-face, and quietly walked out of the office.

Annette invited Janet up from the second city Goose Cookers headquarters to dine in Annette and Eleanor's snazzy apartment. The Service's Chief of Staff didn't need to inform Janet that the main subject would be the commercials, but they also understood that Janet would submit to Annette's personally correcting her.

Knowing that Janet's lengthy career as a major player had also increased her need to be disciplined by Annette's skill at the punitive arts, Annette invited her own wife, Eleanor, who of course reported to Janet at the company, to be present for dinner and après.

She told Eleanor, with the unspoken understanding that her wife would witness Janet's humiliation at Annette's hands, "because," she quoted Janet, "this is part of what I need and desire every so often."

Eleanor decided to prepare a delightful light dinner. Both Janet and Annette were charmed, and the conversation was sparkling. Janet related many things that were on the company's planning agenda and Annette told her that she was fine with Kate and Nicole doing the commercials but would clear it with the President again.

Janet seemed nervous, but Annette told her that Janet's own visit to Vivian had settled the waters. She also said she intended to take Eleanor with her to show that she really wanted the President to feel she was getting the whole picture. Janet thought to herself that this was excellent and didn't have the slightest resentment that she wouldn't be included.

"It sounds very well-conceived to me," Janet observed.

Once they had concluded both the business conversation and the dinner, Annette suggested that they adjourn to the bedroom. There, she had Janet bent over the side of the bed while Annette expertly lifted Janet's skirt and exposed her stylish Goose Cooker beige control panties.