Kate Returns Home Ch. 37

Literotic asexstories – Kate Returns Home Ch. 37 by susangreenway,susangreenway
[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.]

Although I did get a day or two to relax during my visit to my house in the Women’s Republic’s second city, and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Harry back to the capital. I slowed down on the highway, afraid I might lose my attention for a moment. Then I decided I’d better pull into a rest stop.

I made my way to the ladies’ room, and it took me a few moments to unzip my uniform skirt and pull down my panties. My fatigue was catching up with me and I suddenly released my pee just before I had my panties down and out of the way. This shook me out of my non-reverie.

I wiped myself after completing my peeing. I didn’t have an extra pair of panties with me, so I carefully removed the ones I had wet and rolled them up tightly in toilet paper to stuff into my handbag. It did feel funny driving the rest of the way bare under my skirt. But somehow, I took it easy, brought some coffee with me, and pulled into the Correction Service’s bachelor officer quarters garage and managed to take the elevator to my suite without encountering anyone.

I carefully removed my uniform and was pleased I hadn’t stained the skirt during my pantyless drive. I took off my blouse and bra, unrolled my hose, and slipped off my shoes. Then I just fell into bed and snoozed at four o’clock in the afternoon.

My sleep was broken by the phone ringing. It was my former boss and friend, COL Rachel. She said she had something important she needed to discuss with me and asked if she could stop by. I told her that I had just driven back from home, had been asleep, and asked if she could give me 15 minutes to put myself together.

“Of course,” Rachel said. “But is it o.k. if I be there in a real 15 minutes? This is important. Don’t worry, by the way, neither you nor I are in any kind of trouble.”

I told her I’d be ready in 15, so she thanked me quickly and hung up.

When she rapped on my suite’s front door in the agreed-upon 15 minutes, I quickly opened it and welcomed her in.

Rachel had a concerned look on her face.

“We may have a problem,” she began. “The Chief of Staff sent me a note that she understood a complaint about Nicole and Cynthia had been received. She wanted a full report from me on how it had been handled. I’m scheduled now to go to her office to report orally.”

“This does sound like she’s at the least annoyed by this,” I responded.

“I think I proceeded properly,” Rachel said calmly. “I hope you agree as I’ve involved you in this whole business.”

“I have no problem with it, and I don’t think this came from Nicole or Cynthia,”

“No, and I doubt that there’s been anything further with respect to the officer who originally reported this to me,” Rachel suggested.

“So, when do you go?” I asked.

“I need to be there in an hour,” Rachel said. “I’m sorry about this but she has also asked me to bring you with me.”

I felt my face darken. “Oh boy,” I said, “this doesn’t sound good–for either of us.”

“Don’t worry, Kate,” Rachel replied, “you’ll be all right. I suspect she’s annoyed at me about this.”

I took a few minutes to straighten my uniform for the meeting with the Chief of Staff. Then I joined Rachel for our walk to headquarters.

We entered the outer office and were met by LTC Sarah, Annette’s adjutant.

“The Chief is expecting you,” she said. “Go right in.”

We proceeded into the spacious office of the Chief of Staff, and LTC Sarah followed us in and sat off to the right of Annette.

“I’ve read your reports, Rachel,” Annette began, “and they appear to be in order. My only question is why you didn’t send them to me at the time?”

“The issue, General, was morale,” Rachel began. “The complainant, 1LT Jones, suggested that the cohabitation of CPT Nicole and 1LT Cynthia was bad for morale in the camp as they were Commandant and Deputy. She presented no indication that there was indeed a morale problem when I invited her to my office. I invited the First Sergeant, 1SG Louise, who said she was aware of no morale issue. Then I had Nicole and Cynthia in. They stated that they knew of no morale problems.”

“I advised them that although the Service does not favor commissioned officers’ cohabiting, it is not forbidden unless it creates morale problems,” Rachel continued. “I told them that I had not heard anyone suggest that there were any such problems. I also said that I felt that it was appropriate for them to submit to being disciplined because one officer felt that there could be a problem and went so far as to raise it with me as Inspector-General. They agreed and I referred them to LTC Kate to handle discipline in her professional discretion.”

“Is there anything else for me to know?” Annette asked.

“Yes,” Rachel said. “1LT Jones subsequently went to CPT Nicole and apologized for raising the issue with me. She then submitted to being disciplined for not following the chain of command. She was disciplined by 1LT Cynthia at the direction of CPT Nicole as Commandant.”

“Very well,” Annette said. “No major problems except you should have forwarded this report to me when it happened.”

“I was employing discretion as the complaint was unsubstantiated,” Rachel responded. “Obviously, I erred.”

“You did and I have determined that discipline is in order,” GEN Annette stated. “Stand and remove your skirt.”

Rachel, who was in her late 40s, stood, unzipped her uniform skirt, and stood in her jacket, blouse, panties, hose, and shoes.

“Bend over the desk,” Annette ordered, pointing to a side desk. “Grasp the far side.”

I can’t say that I was all that surprised by what was happening in front of me. Annette had always seemed to like both Rachel and me. I wasn’t sure why she seemed so offended by Rachel’s failing to send her a report of a totally unsubstantiated complaint.

Annette then rose, picked up her duty cane, one that she had kept since her days as Senior Correctional Officer for the Supreme Court, and walked behind Rachel. She pulled Rachels’ white panties down just below her bottom. Then she laid the cane across Rachels’ bared bottom, drew it back, and began applying strokes firmly and expertly.

She carefully delivered one stinging stroke slightly below the previous one until seven red lines could be discerned on Rachel’s bottom.

Then came the order Rachel most dreaded.

“Spread your legs,” Annette ordered coolly.

She picked up a small whip, placed it near the carpet in the middle of Rachel’s spread legs, and then snapped it up into Rachel’s open crotch, hitting precisely in her vulva.

Rachel let out a scream. She had maintained a silence during the caning of her bottom, which must have hurt like hell. I’ve become pretty expert in wielding a cane, but Annette had years of experience.

Then Annette snapped the little whip up again into Rachel’s crotch, eliciting a second scream. Finally, she struck again and this stroke with the little whip was severe, snapping loudly when it hit Rachel’s open crotch. Rachel emitted a loud scream and Kate saw and heard a small stream of pee released, which gurgled when it hit the carpet.

This had to have been one of the most painful strokes I had ever witnessed. I did not like to deliver what we call Mistress’s strokes, because I feel that there’s too great a potential for serious injury. Rachel’s likely involuntary release of urine was, to me, a relatively mild response to the shock of being whipped right in a woman’s most sensitive place.

“I’m sorry, General,” Rachel said with a whimper, “that last stroke made me lose control. I’m terribly ashamed and sorry for this performance.”

“LTC Sarah,” Annette said, “kindly insert the punishment suppository in COL Rachel’s rear.” It was a standard rule in the Service that release of urine during punishment required insertion of a suppository. Presumably, the likelihood that the suppository would cause the recipient to defecate shortly was an added aspect of the overall punishment.

The young adjutant walked over to where Rachel remained bent over the desk and inserted what looked to be a glycerin suppository into Rachel’s anus.

“Please clean her now,” Annette ordered. Sarah then picked up a cloth and wiped Rachel thoroughly between her legs, going from her vulva back to her anus.

“You may recover your panties and skirt, Rachel,” Annette now stated.

Rachel rapidly put herself together and stood in front of Annette’s massive desk.

“I am not happy with how you handled this matter, Colonel,” Annette declared. “You have been disciplined, accordingly. I’m afraid it appears that you require some further retraining. I am sending you for one week to LTC Kate’s Disciplinary Unit, where you will join the current class. You will be reduced administratively to the grade of PFC for the week. After that, assuming LTC Kate attests to your adequate performance, you will be restored to your full rank. I know this sounds harsh, but I hope you will now understand that I expect to be fully informed about this kind of matter. That is all.”

“It shan’t happen again,” Rachel said calmly. “Thank you for correcting me, General.”

“You may go,” Annette replied. “Kate, I need a few words with you.”

Rachel stood, saluted, and departed. I wondered what else could now occur.

“I am not blaming you in any way for what occurred here,” Annette stated. “You did what COL Rachel transmitted to you. I hope you realize, however, that in any such matter, I need to be informed immediately.”

“Yes, General,” I responded.

“You may treat her like any other service officer or noncom sent to your unit for retraining,” Annette told her. “She gets no special privileges. Is that understood?”

“Yes, General,” I reiterated.

“Good,” Annette said. “That is all. You may take Rachel with you back to your unit.”

In the outer office, LTC Sarah gave me the official orders committing Rachel to the Disciplinary Unit “After she has completed her week at your unit,” Sarah told me, “Please send me a report that I will hand over to the Chief of Staff.”

I assured her that she would do that. “Is there anything else I should be aware of?” I asked.

“No,” Sarah said. “Be aware that the Chief was put out by this and make sure that no special privileges of any kind are allowed.”

“Thank you, Colonel,” I said, and saluted her as she knew that Sarah was entitled to be saluted as the direct representative of the Chief of Staff.

Sarah smiled and told her she could go.

When I reached the front entrance, I saw Rachel waiting for her.

“Well, I guess I screwed up bigtime,” Rachel told her with a tiny smile. “I guess I’m lucky she didn’t bust me permanently.”

“You’ve been disciplined severely,” I told her. “Come with me to my suite and we need to clean you up.”

Rachel was able to walk with her although she was clearly in pain from the cane on her bottom and the whip on her cunt. They reached my suite, and I took her into the bathroom and had her take off her skirt and panties.

Then I took a soft cloth and again wiped her between the legs. Then I applied some soothing cream to Rachel’s burning striped bottom. Rachel reacted but then felt better when the cream began its effect.

“Thanks, Kate,” she said and finally smiled for real. “That helps a lot. I guess I’m now going to get rid of that suppository the traditional way. She moved to the toilet and let loose with her pee stream as I couldn’t help but watch intently.

“I’m afraid I’m going to smell up your bathroom, darling,” Rachel grinned. Rachel felt her bowel movement slide out of her anus and plop noisily into the water in the bowl. It was followed by a few more plops.

“All cleaned out?” I asked.

“Yes,” Rachel answered, without any shame.

“May I wipe you properly?” I then asked. Rachel nodded her assent. She spread her legs more and lifted herself off the bowl a bit.

I came over and wiped her with a soft cloth from the labia down through her legs to her anus, where she wiped her deeply.

“Show me the cloth, please,” Rachel asked.

I showed her the white cloth, now smeared with Rachel’s shit stains.

“I figured it’d be a mess, sorry, Kate,” Rachel said.

“No problem,” I answered. “I’m afraid I’ll have to get you over to the unit. I’m sure Annette will have that Sarah checking with us.”

“I’m not sure I’d want her job, sticking suppositories up assholes,” Rachel cracked.

I helped her up and assisted her in pulling up her panties and putting her skirt back on. Then we walked to the unit.

I took her to 1SG Wendy’s office. Wendy jumped up and saluted both her former boss, Rachel, and her current one, me. I explained the situation and said I would rely on Wendy to take Rachel to the sergeants running the dorm for the current retraining class.

“COL Rachel has been ordered by the Chief of Staff to spend one week in the retraining class here, with no special privileges,” I said. “She is reduced to the rank of PFC until she leaves, when she will be restored to her rank depending on satisfactory performance here. Any questions?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Wendy replied. “No questions.”

“I’d like reports every 12 hours, please,” I told Wendy.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Wendy said, and I then left, leaving Rachel with Wendy.

“I’ll only say this once, Colonel,” Wendy told Rachel. “You’ll be treated properly as you have every right to expect. They said no special privileges, but if you have any particular problem, tell the sergeant to contact me immediately. I know you’ll only do that if you need help.”

“Thank you, First Sergeant,” Rachel said. “I’ll get through this.”

“Yes, you will,” Wendy said, “and everyone here who knows you will respect you all the more for it.”

Then she stood and escorted Rachel to the check-in desk, where SGT Jennifer was on duty. Wendy explained that Rachel was to be treated as a member of the retraining class with no special privilege and was now administratively a PFC.”

Jennifer issued her the standard uniform and also helped her into the notorious vinyl panties with vaginal and rectal dorks for which the unit was known. Rachel felt the irritation of the dorks but kept her thoughts to herself. She was taken by Jennifer to the dorm and given her assigned bed. Jennifer told her she could come to the desk if anything was needed but that she would be woken in time to put on her correction-issue uniform for breakfast.

Rachel decided that she’d try to keep to herself but would be pleasant if anyone had anything to say to her.

“You seem a little old to be sent here,” a young woman named Belinda said from the next bunk.

“Yes, I am,” Rachel said as plainly as she could.

“Can I ask what got you here?” Belinda asked, unaware of who Rachel was.

“I’m a commissioned officer who got into trouble,” Rachel said. “I’d like to just leave it at that if that’s ok.”

“Sure,” Belinda said. “And they sent you here?”

“Yes,” Rachel said, “I guess they felt I needed retraining.”

The next day proceeded uneventfully, although Rachel, having commanded this unit, was still adjusting to being an ignominious member of the class undergoing retraining for various offenses that got them sent here by their superior officers.

She sat with other retrainees at breakfast and heard them complaining about the vinyl panties. One young woman, Caroline by name, said loudly to her friend, Nancy, that the vaginal dork was really driving her crazy.

“You better just suck it up, Caroline,” Nancy said, “because you just need to do that until they see that you can deal with it. Otherwise, not only will it stay in, but they’ll stick a bigger one up your cunt.”

As they all left the mess hall, SFC Denise saw Rachel and sidled over to her. “I know we can’t give you any special privileges, Ma’am, but please know that all of us who served under you will keep an eye out for you as much as we can.”

“Thank you so much,” Rachel smiled, “and I’ll remember that. But it’s better that I keep a low profile for now.”

Rachel attended the lectures and took notes. She did not ask questions or in any way draw attention to herself. None of the noncoms really wanted to deal with her, even the newer ones who hadn’t been here when she had been the Commandant of the unit and Kate was her young deputy.

She had to report to the latrines to use them and was signed in by SGT Jennifer. Jennifer accompanied her and had her stand before flushing so Jennifer could record her excretions into the toilet. Rachel felt this was probably the lowest point of her time in the unit, worse even than the insertion of the dorks. She realized that, for her, the supreme humiliation was Jennifer’s recital that Rachel had peed about 12 oz. and had passed two long (at least 8 in.) firm, dark brown turds. Jennifer noted that Rachel’s panties had no stains.

The women in the class were generally pleasant to her and she to them. The week actually passed quickly for her, and in three days, Denise came by and took her to the room where Rachel’s vinyl panties were taken down and the horrid dorks removed.

“You did good, boss,” Denise gushed, “just keep it up for three more days.”

Rachel found it was surprisingly nice to have regular Corrections Service panties to wear again without the vinyl or the dorks. This experience gave her a good feeling about the Service and what she had done to make this unit operate both effectively but fairly.

On the last day, I called her in. “I’ve stayed away,” I said, “so no one could ever claim we gave you any special treatment, but I’ve been told you performed admirably and aced all the tests without any demerits. I’m going to have Wendy take care of retrieving all your materiel from here and she’ll help you get dressed in your officer’s uniform since I’ve just signed the report to the Chief. You are now a full Colonel again…boss,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Kate,” Rachel said with a smile. “I know you were put in a tough position, but everyone here has treated me perfectly as I hoped they would.”

“You made it easy for us because you know the ropes here so well,” I replied.

Rachel left with Wendy and returned to say a last formal good-bye to me, her protégé.

“Come over to my suite, please,” I said. “You’re finished here, so we can finally discuss some stuff, if that’s ok with you.”

“It is,” Rachel said, “I’m not sure I’ll ever look at this place in quite the same way.”

They walked the short distance to my suite, and I offered Rachel a gin-and-tonic.

“Gladly,” Rachel grinned.

When they each had a drink in hand, Rachel said, “You know, your program really is working well, Kate. I confess that the vinyls and dorks had me for a while, but I even got accustomed if never comfortable with them.”

I grinned and thanked her. After they loosened up, Rachel laughed and said, “I wish I’d never laid eyes on that fucking LT Jones.”

“For your benefit only, I’m going to let Nicole and Cynthia know about what has happened,” I said. “They won’t take it out on Jones, but they need to realize what you did to try and keep them out of the line of fire.”

Rachel sighed and said, “You’re right. I’d rather it go without any further ado, since too many people in the Service will know about what happened, probably thanks to that Sarah. I think she has probably told all her little friends.”

“I think I can do something about that,” I said.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble,too,” Rachel warned.

“Nah, this won’t get me in trouble,” I assured her. Then I went over and hugged her and kissed her sweetly.

“Come into my room,” I invited her.

When Rachel followed, I started undressing her. I unbuttoned Rachel’s jacket and blouse, unzipped her skirt, and unhooked her bra, removing all of those items. Then I took down Rachel’s pantyhose and finally, her socks, shoes, and panties.

“Were the vinyl panties the worst of it?” I then asked as they lay together on the bed. I softly and lovingly touched Rachel’s breasts, clit, and labia.

“Oh, you sweetheart, that feels good,” Rachel gushed. “No, the worst was when Annette cracked me three times in my slit,” Rachel admitted. “My pussy still hurts from it. Compared to that, the dorks were just an annoyance and made me need to make doody more often. But yes, it was wildly humiliating when Jennifer recited the details of my urination and my bowel movement.”

Kate bent over and now spread Rachels’ legs wider and licked her labia and pushed her tongue into Rachel’s vaginal opening.

“Oh yes,” Rachel said, “I do like that!”

“Glad to hear that I’m able to stimulate you better than a dork,” Kate laughed. “Just don’t pee on me.”

Rachel made a face at that remark.

I made sure she had a few orgasms. Then we lay together for a while and Rachel thanked me profusely for everything and started to get dressed.

I kissed her goodbye and said we’d stay in touch.

“Absolutely,” Rachel said, “I’m happy they sent me to you.”

I now decided to telephone her friend Eleanor at Goose Cookers, the women-owned apparel firm.

After receiving Eleanor’s warm greetings–Eleanor was in charge of the firm’s capital office and its chief creative officer–I explained what had happened.

“I’ve been hoping that you might speak to your wife about something,” I said cautiously, waiting for Eleanor to cut the conversation off. When she didn’t, I told her what had happened regarding Rachel.

“Maybe you could say that you heard about this and wondered if Annette would be willing to make sure her adjutant kept this in the Chief of Staff’s office, if you get my drift?” I asked. “Rachel didn’t really see this coming, and I’d hate for her to be put out to dry throughout the Service just because she didn’t exercise her discretion as Annette apparently expected.”

Eleanor liked me a lot and figured that it wasn’t just my loyalty to Rachel that prompted the call. She quietly told me that she held me in high regard and would do what she could.

I hung up feeling that Eleanor probably would say something to her wife, Annette. I’d had been a guest at their residence several times, sometimes with Rachel, and knew that Annette relied on Eleanor.

Eleanor decided to broach the matter by being totally open with Annette.

“I got a call this afternoon from Kate,” Eleanor began. “She did tell me what happened with Rachel. She was concerned that this would get all over the Service and I said I’d mention her concern to you.”

“Did she tell you all the details of Rachel’s punishment?” Annette asked.

“Yes,” Eleanor said, “and I think she had pissed you off and you were a bit rough with her. Am I right?”

“Yes, you are,” Annette conceded. “Did she ask you to say anything in particular to me?”

“She was worried that your adjutant might mention this to people throughout the Service,” Eleanor replied. “That’s all she asked me to ask you.”

“I’ll tell Sarah right now to cool it,” Annette said. She picked up her phone, pressed a button, and when there was a pickup, just said, “Sarah, about the matter involving COL Rachel, I’d prefer that no one else be told anything about it.”

“Oh, so you’ve mentioned it already,” Annette said. “Well, I want you to call your friend and tell her to cool it. And if she’s told anyone, I want that person to do the same, etc. Am I understood? Good. Then please come over to my apartment when you have done that. That is all.”

“Thanks, dear,” Eleanor smiled. “I think this should make you feel better.”

“It will,” Annette said, “and I may send Sarah off to some remote camp. She seems to be unable to use good discretion.”

Eleanor poured some tea for both of them. Then the front desk called to say that LTC Sarah was on her way up.

Sarah was only a few years older than Kate, who had become a Lieutenant Colonel earlier than anyone in Service history. She was a nice-looking, lithe brunette with a pleasant figure and a nice face.

Annette invited her in, and Eleanor welcomed her. They suggested she sit down, and Eleanor poured her some tea.

Then Annette said, “Were you able to deal with your friends?”

Sarah responded that her friend told her she had not mentioned anything about the Rachel matter to anyone else.

“Good,” Annette said. “I think you should have been proceeding on the rule that everything that goes on in the office remains right there unless I say otherwise. Can you deal with that?”

Sarah said she could and was sorry that her mentioning the matter had caused Annette concern.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to have you disciplined,” Annette announced. “I’m going to send you to LTC Kate’s unit with instructions to discipline you. That will be the end of this, depending on how you take the punishment. I hope you take it well.”

“Thank you, Chief,” Sarah responded with a blank face. “I hope you are still satisfied with my performance generally.”

“I’ll answer that when I receive LTC Kate’s report on your disciplining,” Annette said calmly. “Eleanor will show you out now.”

Since Sarah was in uniform, she saluted Annette and bade a gracious good-bye to Eleanor.

After she left, Eleanor asked Annette if she was going to give Kate specific instructions on Sarah’s discipline.

“No,” Annette said. “I want to see how Kate treats this. She knows I’ll want to know all about it so I know she will apply her best thinking.”

“I expect that she will apply measured discipline,” Eleanor said, “although you know so much more than I do about this.”

Annette sent off her discipline order for Sarah to Kate. When Kate received it, she figured this was Eleanor’s doing and now she knew she owed her, even though she considered Ellie a friend.

Her intercom buzzed and Grace told Kate that Eleanor was on the line. She picked up her desk phone and answered, “LTC Kate speaking.”

Eleanor briefly advised her that she had brought up the matter with Annette, who had called Sarah in and given her a reaming for mentioning what had happened to a friend. Sarah was ordered to inform the friend to cool it.

“What kind of discipline does she want me to impose?” Kate asked.

“She’s leaving it up to you,” Eleanor said. “I’d err on the light-to-medium side. I think Sarah pissed her off but she’s not ready to banish her…yet. She’s allowed one more fuck-up.”

“Thanks,” Kate replied. “You’re the best, El. She gave her a phone kiss.”

Sarah arrived in the outer office and Grace had her wait until Kate was off the phone and she could let her know.

Finally, Kate buzzed her and told her to send Sarah in.

The young officer (even if older than Kate) walked in confidently and sat down at Kate’s pointing to a chair.

“I’ve received this order from the Chief of Staff directing you to be disciplined here,” Kate said plainly. “I’d appreciate your giving me something about what this concerns.”

“The Chief was unhappy that I had spoken about the disciplining of COL Rachel with someone else,” LTC Sarah replied. “She said she was leaving my disciplining to your discretion.”

“Thanks for filling me in on that,” Kate now told her. “I do appreciate it. I did learn from being present at the meeting with GEN Annette although I was a bit surprised at the level of discipline imposed. Frankly, since this has been left to me to decide, I don’t think you merit the kind of severity COL Rachel received.”

“With your consent, I’ll handle this right here myself, unless you prefer a more formal imposition,” Kate went on.

“That sounds most acceptable to me, although I recognize that this is in your discretion,” Sarah responded.

“Well, that is how I will exercise my discretion,” Kate answered, “so kindly stand, remove your uniform skirt, and bend over the desk and grasp the far side.” She stood herself and walked out from behind the desk.

Sarah followed Kate’s instructions and now Kate moved behind her and carefully lowered Sarah’s shiny white panties to the mid-thigh. Kate took her time selecting a cane but fastened on a medium-thickness one that was just that much firmer than her favorite thin cane.

Kate held the cane in her right hand and laid it on Sarah’s bottom. She stared at the officer’s attractive cheeks, noticing some faint lines that bespoke previous recent discipline.

“There are indications on your bottom that you’ve been caned recently,” I said. “Can you tell me about that? It will affect your imposition.”

I imagined that Sarah’s face was now red.

“I was caned yesterday by the Chief,” she said plainly. “I’ll be quite direct with you, Colonel,” she added. “My job is demanding because the Chief demands absolute perfection in everything and you saw how she has lost none of her prowess in applying her cane.”

I immediately was sympathetic toward this woman I didn’t particularly take a liking to.

“Very well,” I said. “Then she was aware that you might be caned again here. However, under those circumstances, I will change my choice of discipline for you. Please stand.”

I sat down on an armless chair I had turned around. Then I patted my lap for her to get across it. Sarah was now confused but followed my directions. I had her right over my lap and her legs were apart so I could see her now-glistening slit between her legs.

I began to spank her, softly but growing stronger and faster. She began to moan, then whimper as the spanking passed the fifty-spank mark. I reached into my desk for my ebony hairbrush and began to spank her with the brush. Now, she began to groan and then cry out.

I gave her a few last spanks with the brush and then told her she could stand. She stood before me with her panties still on her thighs and her dark bush staring me in the face. I told her that this would be the end of her discipline and that she could pull up her panties and put her skirt back on.

“Thank you, Colonel,” she said, “for disciplining me. I do appreciate your consideration. I must ask a favor, however. I need desperately now to relieve myself.”

I brought out a bowl and told her she could face away from me and use the bowl.

She hesitated for a moment and then squatted, yanked down her panties, and let fly with her loud pee stream. After she was finished, I handed her a toilet roll. She wiped herself hastily and dropped the paper in the bowl. I told her to leave the bowl on the credenza. She pulled her pants back up and adjusted her uniform skirt.

“I apologize for that,” she said. “I hope you will not include it in your report.”

I assured her that I would not mention it in the report or anywhere. Then I said good-bye to her and opened the door, She left without any further word.

I sat down at my desk and prepared the report. I wrote that I had administered a significant spanking, including hairbrush application. I noted that while it was more usual to subject the officer to a caning, her bottom indicated that she had been caned recently. I dispatched the report to Annette and hoped for the best.

I only heard about the last chapter in this saga later. Eleanor and I were having one of our regular lunches at the exclusive women’s club to which she belonged. I was there in my uniform and enjoyed the experience. Many important women in the Republic stopped by and spoke with Ellie, and she introduced me to all of them.

We adjourned upstairs where, usually, we enjoyed both coffee and some intimacy. I knew not to try to pump Eleanor about her discussion of Rachel and Sarah with Annette. But she told me what had happened, and that Annette had called Sarah in and decided to send her to me.

“Later, though,” Eleanor said, “Annette told me she had been too severe with Rachel. I’m not telling tales out of bed, Katie, but because I like you so much, I want you to know what happened. My dear Annette had that look that meant she wanted me to give her a going-over. So, you will have the rare privilege of hearing how I had the Chief of Staff take off her skirt and her panties and then climb across my lap.

“I told her she had been a naughty girl and made her respond with what happens to naughty girls,” Ellie went on.

“They get spanked,” she responded.

“Yes, they do, and you will now be spanked, dearest.” I began spanking her and gave her a pretty strong one, because she would have been unhappy if I had let up on her.”

Then Eleanor smiled and took me in her arms. “I’m so fond of you, Katie,” she said. “I know you won’t mention any of this to anyone, including Rachel, please.”

She hugged me and kissed me, too, as I tried to confirm that I would discuss this with no one.

Then she reached under my skirt, yanked down my own panties, and began finger-fucking me, something I found warmed me up very, very quickly. I asked her to take off her skirt and then I took down her own Goose Cooker snazzy panties. I bent down and began licking her between her labia and inserted my tongue into her now very wet vaginal opening. I could tell that she was turned on and soon she climaxed and released a lot of fluid into my mouth. I loved its sweetness.

“Thank you, Katie,” she said with a wide smile. “I know I doused you with my cum, but be assured, I did not pee on you.”

I laughed.

“Annette did tell me that Rachel let out some pee when Annette caned her,” Ellie told me. “That must have been embarrassing.”

“Rachel told me, even though I was there and saw it, that being whipped between her legs was the most embarrassing moment she had experienced, and I know it hurt like hell,” I responded coolly.

“It sounds like everything Rachel did must’ve hit Annette the wrong way,” Eleanor suggested. “She just had to have been so pissed off that Rachel hadn’t told her about the whole matter.”

“I really can’t complain about how she’s treated me,” I told Eleanor. “And I know you have good reason to feel good about her, even before you and she became an item and then married.”

“She’s a wonderful woman who has taught me a lot,” Eleanor answered, “but like all of us, she has her sensitivities.”

“I learned a lot from Rachel, too,” I said, “since she got me where I am today. But it sort of took me aback when I saw her pee when Annette gave her those nasty strokes.”

“None of us can be responsible for how we may react to severity like that,” Ellie told me. “Speaking of peeing, would you like to join me in the little girls’ room here?”

I figured Eleanor wanted to engage in some pee play or maybe more. I smiled and stood and walked arm in arm with her to the generously equipped bathroom.

“Do you need to pee?” she asked, to which I nodded yes.

With that, the petite Eleanor doffed her outer clothing and her bra, then pulled down her gorgeous Goose Cooker undies. She had a nice, trimmed bush and she lay down in the tub on her back, brazenly spreading her legs to disclose her wetness.

I took my cue from her and just rucked up my skirt and pulled my panties down onto my thighs. Then I squatted over Ellie in the tub and let fly with my pee. It was hot and strong. When the stream tailed off, after giving Ellie’s face a good washing, I stood and stepped out of the tub.

Then I stripped and took Eleanor’s place on my back. She squatted over me, and I could see her wet pubes from my pee. She began to pee on my face and boobs. It was strong and she obviously really needed to go. Then she sort of surprised me by emitting a few loud farts, following by the emergence from her pooched-out anus of a thick, light brown, smelly turd that oozed out and fell on my chest.

This time, I was glad she didn’t want me to clean her with my tongue, because her anal area was messy from the residue of the soft shit she had excreted. I grabbed toilet paper and carefully wiped her, focusing on her dirty anus.

She lifted the turd up with some tissue and flipped it into the toilet. Then we both got under the shower and rinsed each other off.