By Susan Greenway
[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first, but you don't have to 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.]
I woke up in my own bed in my suite in the Bachelor Officers' Quarters. It had been an unusual dream for me, which is probably why it woke me. I had been lying on my back and my legs had been spread; it would have been lewd if I hadn't been under the covers. But then in my dream, my husband Harry appeared, and I just loved the very sight of him in his glorious nakedness.
He gently rolled into bed with me, drew me into his arms and kissed me sweetly and deeply. My breasts readily responded to his warm touches and before long, my nipples were totally aroused and stiff with desire. He then began teasing me down between those spread legs. I was in a perfect state to want to be teased. And Harry knew just what I liked. He softly ran his fingers down my labia, slowly as they responded to his perfect touch. Then he insinuated his finger into my pussy.
This got me so much warmer so that when he moved his now-wet finger back up my slit to graze the very tip of my puffed-up clit, I was ready for take-off, and take off I did. I was in orbit and my clit was vibrating as if it had suddenly been sparked by an electric current.
All this activity woke me up and I suddenly realized that Harry was three hours away by car in my house in the Women's Republic's second city. Most of the time when I'm here in the capital, where I command the Disciplinary Unit--sort of the Internal Affairs Unit--of the Corrections Service, I'm much more likely to be in bed with another woman.
I do have a wife, Glenda, back in the second city with Harry, but I haven't yet dreamed of being in bed here with her, and we love each other without needing to put on strap-ons as if we were guys. I've had it off here with my deputy, MAJ Elaine, who's older than I am--most of the commissioned officers in the Service are--but knows how to please me sexually. Also, I play with WO3 Kathryn and my old boss, COL Rachel, as well as Eleanor, a civilian who runs the capital office of Goose Cookers, the renowned women's apparel firm, and happens to be married to Annette, the Chief of Staff of the Service.
I know that Annette, who has generally been very warm toward me, knows that I do play with her wife, but she understands that Eleanor, being younger than Annette, has those continuing needs for a bit of varietal spice. Nothing I do or did could really draw the two of them apart because Annette met Eleanor when serving as the Supreme Court's Senior Correctional Officer.
Eleanor was punished severely for something she didn't do, but even before she was cleared (which alas, was after she served her one-year sentence), Annette treated her with kindness. This blossomed into a loving relationship and Eleanor, already married to a man who had also been her mainstay when she was a pariah, married Annette and eventually divorced Jackson, even though she didn't have to.
Today, I did take some time upon awakening to give my little pearl up front down there a bit of attention. She responded quickly and I gently caressed her until I felt myself about to takeoff. Then I stuck two fingers deep inside myself and I was there. No wonder I saw a special glow when I went into my ensuite bathroom to perform my ablutions.
I was expecting a visit from CPT Nicole, Commandant of Hergolia Camp, the toughest camp in the Service for retraining men who had offended their female partners, and her deputy, 1LT Cynthia. Both had worked for me as noncoms in my unit; I had helped secure them commissions so they could assume their present posts.
I hurriedly dressed in my uniform as a lieutenant colonel, since it was already 9:30 A.M. and they would be at my office by 10. I had invited them to the capital to spend a girls' weekend with me. This was now possible because they were commissioned officers, no longer noncoms with whom I was forbidden to fraternize.
When dressed, I hustled over to my office, where my secretary Grace had laid out a nice table of refreshments for when my guests arrived. They were punctual, and at exactly 10, Grace buzzed me to let me know they had arrived. I had them sent in and stood behind my desk.
"Good morning and thank you, Kate, for your wonderful invite," Nicole greeted me upon walking in. I motioned to them to take the two chairs in front of my large desk.
"Good morning, Nicole, and good morning, Cynthia, it's good to see you both," I responded. "I want to bring you up to date on a few things that happened since you were last here." While I started doing that, Grace wheeled in the groaning board of refreshments, to which I invited my guests to please help themselves as we spoke.
"Rachel made her findings clear to you," I continued. "She was summoned by the Chief of Staff who was very put out because the report had not been sent to her. I think Rachel was trying to limit the distribution of the report, but she was probably unwise not to send it to the Chief, even though I think she really had your interests at heart. Of course, she found no basis for her to take any further action."
"So, what happened then?" Cynthia asked.
"Rachel was summoned and she told me I was to go to see the Chief with her," I went on. "When we got there, it was clear the Chief was frosted with Rachel. It mainly was her annoyance that Rachel had not sent her writeup of the complaint to her. She caned Rachel, very severely, I might note. Then she sent her back with me to spend a week in my unit with the current retraining class, administratively reduced for the week to PFC."
"Wow!" Nicole exhaled. "She must've really been pissed. I wonder if there was something else going on?"
"I do too," I told her. "Rachel did what she had to do. She buckled down, with our infamous vinyl panties and dorks and everything. Wendy knew they couldn't give her any special treatment, but frankly, I don't think we've ever had a full colonel here like that."
"Later I spoke to Eleanor, mostly to see if we could make sure word didn't get out about what had happened to Rachel," I told them. "Annette has an assistant, a lite colonel who's senior to me. I was afraid she would spread the word. Eleanor told Annette she should stop that. Annette apparently called her in and reamed her out but she had only told one friend and then made sure that the friend realized it had to stop there. I was called up to her office again and the assistant was sent back with me to be disciplined. I would've whaled her, but Eleanor told me it would be wiser to go lightly on her.
"She got away with a spanking and some hairbrush strokes," I noted. "The reason I didn't cane her was she had faded stripes on her bottom. I asked her about them and apparently, Annette caned her, which she does when she doesn't like something she does."
"Good thing we don't have high-placed jobs like working in the Chief's office," Nicole nudged Cynthia and smiled.
"So that's what happened," I concluded. "I thought you both deserved to know, and all because of your friend, LT Jones."
"As you might expect, or maybe not," Cynthia observed, "Jonesy came to us and confessed. She actually told us she deserved to be disciplined, so Nicole asked me to do the job and I gave her a pretty rough caning."
"Any Mistress's strokes?" I asked innocently.
"No," Cynthia answered, slightly taken aback.
"I ask because Annette gave Rachel three of them, and the last one was a scorcher," I reported. "I saw her face."
"We do owe Rachel at least a thanks," Nicole said, "although I never asked her not to send anything to the Chief."
