[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 realized she hadn’t seen her family for some time. She decided it would be nice to relax and take the train to the Republic’s second city this time. Packing an overnight case, she was able to walk downtown to the major rail station in the capital. Often, she and other women she knew had flown, but today it seemed nice to take it easy in business class on the train.
She was pleasantly surprised to run into Eleanor, who was doing the same thing.
“Wow,” Kate exclaimed. “I just decided I needed to relax so I decided to go by train. Do you do this often?”
“No, Kate,” Eleanor answered with a smile. “I need to spend some time with my sister to work out a few things about my apartment where she and my ex, her husband, live. I’d love for you to come over there with me when we get to the city. I’d like to have dinner with you and Meredith if that’s ok. By the way, it’s on me.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Kate grinned. “I would love to spend some time with you and your sister. It will take my mind off all the stuff hanging over me here as well as my having to deal with my family.”
“Problems with them?” Eleanor asked.
“Yes, my older sister is finally getting married,” Kate replied, “and I’m not sure what their plans involved, but before I sign off, I want to know that she’ll be ok. And my brother, also older, still works where my wife is his boss. She’s told me it would help if I counseled him a little. So, this won’t be a pure relaxing vacation, alas.”
When they arrived, Kate grabbed her case and admired Eleanor’s snazzy luggage. They took a taxi to Eleanor’s apartment, although she hadn’t lived there for a long time. Her sister Meredith greeted them. She knew Eleanor would be coming but not Kate.
“Kate!” she exclaimed, “what a wonderful surprise! Eleanor, you should have told me.”
“Pire serendipity,” Kate admitted to her. “We met at the train station, and it turned out we each planned to take the train here today.”
Meredith escorted them into the living room and offered them drinks. Both women accepted her offer with alacrity. They sat down and enjoyed their g for Janet, this made the embarrassment, and even humiliation, that much more stimulating.
As they were leaving The Vic, Janet took Kate aside and told her with a great smile on her face that she had so enjoyed having the chance to spend this time with her.
“I’d like for us to have dinner this week if that’s possible, Kate,” Janet gushed. “You should know that I think the world of you.”
Kate blushed at this compliment from Tuzla Escort a woman not easily impressed.
“Why thank you so much, Janet, for that compliment,” she responded pleasantly. “I’d love to join you for dinner.” They spoke briefly and set a time for Janet to pick Kate up at Kate’s own home–the house she shared with her husband and wife–the next evening.
“Thank you for taking the time to correct us, dear Miss Kate,” Eleanor managed to smile as she complimented the young lieutenant colonel.
* * * *
Nicole and Cynthia settled in quickly as Commandant and Deputy, respectively, of Hergolia Camp, the most remote and the toughest camp in the Corrections Service of the Women’s Republic. Nicole’s flaming red hair, always cut in a coupe sauvage, always made her stand out, as did her flamboyant personality. She had once been a barracks sergeant here, before LTC Kate had made peace with her after Nickie apologized to her.
Kate then set in motion a process through which Nicole and Cynthia, Sergeants First Class, received direct commissions and were appointed to their present leadership commissions. Nicole remembered her days running a barracks and wanted to make sure that the current barracks sergeants were backed up by her.
She promoted her old comrades in the barracks, SSGs Louise and Penny to be First Sergeant and Field First, respectively. So, it was MSG Penny who came to her with her first challenge.
“Our newest barracks sergeant, SGT Geraldine,” MSG Penny reported, “was breaking up a fight between two men in her barracks when one of them popped her one on the chin. We’re certain you’ll agree that this kind of behavior cannot be tolerated here.”
“What had started the fight and was SGT Geraldine involved?” 1LT Cynthia asked.
“They were apparently making a lot of noise, the inmates,” MSG Penny began. “Then SGT Geraldine told them all to pipe down. One big guy, Kasper, took her on, saying ‘You and who else is going to make me?’ SGT Geraldine, I should mention in case you haven’t seen her yet, is a small, tough woman who stands about 5-2. Another inmate told him he should show some respect for the barracks sergeant. So, they went at each other, and she tried to break it up.”
“So, it may not have been an intentional punch but then, they had no business fighting,” Nicole responded.
“Yes, Ma’am,” MSG Penny replied. “She is a strong young woman who can hold her own, but she couldn’t match the reach the two men had. Even if it was unintentional, his hitting her needs to be dealt with.”
Nicole then had SGT Geraldine report to her. When the diminutive sergeant arrived, the Commandant invited her to sit. Then she asked her how she felt about what had happened.
“I thought I needed to break up any fight,” she said. “I was pleased that the other inmate supported me when I told the first inmate to quiet down. I was determined to calm Gebze Escort things down but they both had the advantage on me in terms of size and reach.”
“You have to learn to pick your fights,” Nicole said. “I admire your willingness to try to stop them, but they did have the advantage on you, especially because both they and you are new here. I know it hurts to hear this but get some reinforcements next time. I’m afraid that neither your whip nor your cane would have been of much use here.”
“I hate to be in the posture of running away,” Geraldine answered.
“Discretion is the better part of valor,” Nicole responded. “Don’t take someone on if you know your opponent has the edge. In the future, you can call on other inmates but there’s nothing wrong with going out to get some help from adjoining barracks. When I was in your shoes, not that long ago, I wasn’t going to be shown up in a fight. If I had weapons I could use, fine. But if not, get some force behind you.
“Don’t worry about my backing you up,” Nicole added. “The inmate who punched you is going to be deeply sorry and others present will get the idea through their thick skulls. And if he acts up again, he’ll be very, very sorry. As it is, he’s going to get a whale of a caning in front of everyone.”
“Thank you for sending for me, Commandant, and for your support and advice,” SGT Geraldine said earnestly. “I’m very appreciative and hope I will manage this kind of situation better in future.”
“Very well,” Nicole said, as she stood behind her desk. “You will always have my backing.”
After she left the office, MSG Penny came back in, and they then resumed their conversation.
“You’re completely right,” CPT Nicole, said. “I think we do this in public to make sure everyone gets the point right here and now.” Nicole told Penny to organize a general assembly of all inmates and cadre later that day. She told Penny that she would first address the group and inform them of what had happened and that physical assault of any cadre, or officer for that matter, was way out of line, that all inmates knew that, and that the inmate who had defied the rules and authority in that way was now going to be disciplined.
Nicole’s striking appearance, in her full-dress Corrections uniform, immediately held the attention of all the inmates gathered and closely supervised by their barracks sergeants. Anyone in the group who spoke while Nicole was addressing them was summarily pulled out by his sergeant. They would be disciplined later.
The Commandant told the assembled inmates that this kind of assault on a Corrections officer would not be tolerated. “Anyone who misbehaves and even touches an officer here will be severely disciplined. You were sent to this camp because you had been sent by your responsible woman. So, there’s a presumption of guilt attached to you just by your being here. I’m known for not shrinking Aydınlı Escort at imposing discipline where it is required. I don’t cotton to special pleading. Anyone who complains is likely to have their award of discipline doubled.”
Then two tough young sergeants, SGTs Georgina and Kendra, brought the guilty inmate out to the center of the stage set up on the grounds. He had been stripped down to the pink panties which inmates were required to wear. His hands had been cuffed behind him. They placed him on the punishment table and strapped him by his hands and legs.
At Nicole’s direction, 1LT Cynthia, the Deputy Commandant, appeared in fatigues and a duty cane of medium thickness. She stationed herself behind and at the side of the inmate to be disciplined. SGTs Georgina and Kendra proceeded to take down his pink panties to his knees. Then Cynthia took her cane, laid it across his bottom, drew it back, and began to fire at his bottom with the cane in a measured rhythm, allowing a few seconds for the stroke to sink in and sting. She kept applying strokes of medium severity, placing each one just behind the previous one.
The inmate, whose name was Kasper, began to scream at the third stroke from the stinging pain inflicted by Cynthia brandishing the cane. Cynthia maintained her metronomic rhythm in applying the strokes, continuing through one sixer and then a second, until she had delivered at least 30 stinging strokes and it looked like Kasper might pass out.
She had SGTs Georgina and Kendra untie him, and they held him up and walked him back to his barracks. SGT Geraldine followed them. Now they took him into her barracks and laid him in the barracks sergeant’s private bathtub. SGT Georgina carefully attached restraints to his arms and legs. He was too wiped out to cry out in protest about what he knew was about to happen. SGT Kendra, a large woman, rucked up her uniform skirt, took down her panties, and stepped into the tub. She stood over his face and suddenly released a strong jet of pee that hit him right in the face, penetrating his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Kasper was gasping for breath as the pee stream kept on pouring into his mouth and on his body. She finished and stepped up and out of the tub, then she wiped between her legs.
“I’m sorry, Sergeant,” Kasper now pleaded. “I shouldn’t have done that. Please let me out of here!”
“You pig,” SGT Georgina told him. “You’re just lucky none of us needed to shit.”
She undid his restraints and told him to stand. It took him a minute to recover his balance, but he stood in the tub. SGT Kendra handed him a pair of yellow panties.
“Put them on now!” she ordered brusquely.
He complied since he didn’t want to incur any more punishment. The yellow panties told anyone who saw him in them that he had been subjected to pee punishment. At Hergolia there seemed no need to broadcast this since everyone had seen him caned. However, not everyone was aware of what had happened when he was taken into the barracks.
SGT Kendra now snapped the lock on his panties shut. He would have to request permission to use the toilet for as long as he was ordered to wear them.