A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 43

"I know you do, and I will give that to you unreservedly," Elaine responded. "Major," she then said, using Kate's new rank title, "I'm profoundly sorry for even suggesting that anyone was at all justified in criticizing your appointment."

"I'm glad you said that, Elaine," Kate said coolly. "I was a bit surprised to hear it coming from you. But if you felt it, it was better you got it out now."

"I really am sorry," Elaine now reiterated. "I was wrong. I do think it would be appropriate for you to discipline me, Major. I mean it."

"Very well, Elaine," Kate responded. "I really want this to work, but I'm also wanting to have us learn from this. So yes, I'll discipline you now."

She stood and locked the door to her office and put the Do Not Disturb sign on outside her office and pushed the button on her phone.

"Captain, please prepare yourself," Kate intoned.

Elaine stood, her face a bit flushed, and unzipped her uniform skirt and took it off. Then she bent over Kate's massive desk, grasped the other side, and pushed her bottom out, making her white panties seem to stretch.

Kate walked behind her and carefully used her thumbs to slowly lower Elaine's tight panties to just above her knees.

She also had the captain move her legs farther apart. Now when she looked at Elaine's white bottom, she saw the hair running between her legs and even around her bottom-hole.

Kate picked up the martinet that Rachel had given her upon her departure.

She lay it on Elaine's bottom, drew it back, and began to apply it to Elaine's cheeks. She immediately saw stripes appearing and found herself aiming lower so that some strands whipped in between Elaine's legs and struck her in her most intimate places.

Kate used the martinet expertly for several minutes until Elaine's bottom was well-striped and Kate could see that she was panting.

Then Kate pulled Elaine's panties up, told her she could put her skirt back on, and when she had done that, took her in her arms and hugged her.

They kissed and Elaine told Kate that she was very pleased to be working for her.

Kate walked her to her office, which had been Kate's. Elaine realized she had to get used to working directly for a younger superior who had been in the same office but was glad that it was Kate.

* * * *

Kate had 1SG Wendy report to her. She smiled at Wendy and told her that she intended to keep her on in her post. She said she had learned so much from her and wanted her here to maintain the performance of the cadre.

Wendy smiled and told Kate she had thought Kate was a comer when she first had met her in officer training.

"I'm delighted to be working for you, Major," she said, with a smile.

"What's been the reaction among the cadre?" Kate asked her. "Some of them must feel I'm still wet behind the ears."

"Yes," Wendy admitted. "Some do. I'm sorry to have to tell you that one of our cadres has been making those kinds of remarks and I told her to cut it out. I'm not entirely sure that she fully grasped the import of what I was telling you. Major, I've seen you handle tough challenges here, I feel you are fully qualified, and I will make sure that everyone else understands that."

"Thanks, Wendy," Kate said with a taut expression on her face. "Do you feel able to let me in on who has been saying this? I certainly will protect your confidence but if she's been saying this generally, it could be anyone who came to me."

Wendy hesitated for a second and then just said, "It was SSG Linda."

Kate frowned but then smiled. "I think I can deal with Linda," she said with a grin.

"Don't worry about it from here on, Wendy," Kate told her. "I'm taking care of this myself."

She walked Wendy out and stopped to say something to her secretary, a civilian, Grace Benson."

"Grace, I need you to go over to the cadre offices and have SSG Linda report to me immediately," Kate said crisply.

"Yes, Major," Grace answered, knowing that she needed to be formal in front of anyone other than her boss.

Grace let Wendy get ahead of her and be in her own office before setting out.

She then walked over to the cadre room and found SSG Linda, and merely told her that she was needed in the Major's office right now.

Linda let out a gasp, fearing that her thoughtless comments around the unit had gotten back to Kate. Her face was flushed but she followed Grace back to Kate's office.

Grace opened the door and said, "Major, SSG Linda is here."

Linda walked calmly in, saluted, and said, "Major, SSG Linda reporting as directed, Ma'am."

"You may sit," Kate answered coolly, pointing to a side chair.

"You have problems with my running this unit?" Kate began, not wasting any time on pleasantries.

"Ma'am," Linda now responded, "I was out of line and now I'm terribly sorry for what I said. I suppose I was surprised. I've known you and have respect for you. I know you could send me off to an unpleasant assignment and I'm very grateful to be here. I hope you will forgive my ignorant and stupid behavior."

"SSG Linda," Kate said, remaining formal, "you're correct that you could be dispatched to another assignment. And I know your record in the service, although rectified by your good conduct, is not entirely spotless. But I've known you and think your work is good, so I don't propose to do that."

Linda sat in expectation.

"I also could have you disciplined formally in the unit," Kate stated. "But I don't want you humiliated among your colleagues here. I've learned a lot from many here, including you, Linda. But I can't have this just in terms of morale here. I hope you meant your apology to be taken at face value. You should know that I considered reassigning you to CPT Elaine's old camp."

Now Linda was really fearful that Kate had something serious in mind to punish her.

"Ma'am," she pleaded, "I really do feel terrible about what I said. I wish I could take it back. I promise this will never occur again."

Kate gave a scrutinizing look. "Linda, I'd admit that if I didn't know you as I do, I'd be inclined to impose major discipline for the benefit of the unit. But I will keep this between us. I want you to stand, take off your skirt, and bend over my desk, grasping the other side."

Linda let out her breath but stood and unzipped her uniform skirt and placed it on the chair. Then she walked over and grasped across Kate's massive desk, where Elaine had been so recently.

Kate got up and walked behind Linda. She pulled down Linda's regulation panties to below her knees and order her to spread her legs apart. Then she picked up her cane, lay it across Linda's broad bottom, drew it back, and fired a real stinging stroke right across the dark bottom.

Linda yelped because it was a major cane stroke. Then she took another and another. Kate was gradually moving down her bottom and now she was about to cane Linda in the crease between her bottom and her thighs. The feared stroke hit, and Linda yelled. Kate was glad that the room was insulated.

Now Kate aimed the cane down near the floor pointing between Linda's legs. She gave the cane an expert flick and it tapped up between Linda's spread legs and nicked her intimate places there. Linda screamed again.

Kate stepped back. "I consider this matter closed," she said calmly. "and you are dismissed."

"Thank you for correcting me, Ma'am," Linda responded, almost happy that she had made it through this ordeal. Her bottom throbbed and she hurt down in her privates, too.

"I deserved to be disciplined and am truly appreciative that you chose to punish me here as you did," she added. Then she tried to smile, and Kate did give her a small smile in return.

Kate escorted her to the door once she had her skirt on and adjusted her clothing. She opened it and Linda departed, trying not to let Grace Benson see her flushed face.

Kate went on her computer and made a brief entry in the punishment roster that SSG Linda had been disciplined for "untoward communication" and left it at that. She had to enter that the officer had received a caning. Then she watched as the entry appeared on the roster with an ID of the administering officer appearing for the first time in its current style: "MAJ Kate."

A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 43

By Leslie Jones

[You can read this story without having read the previous chapters. After you've read it, you might wish to return to read earlier chapters as you will then have greater understanding of the characters. This story features significant disciplining and involves bodily functions. If you find this bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18. My thanks to Susan Greenway for her kind permission to use one of her characters.]

Eleanor took the lead in setting up a dinner with Annette, Janet, and Rachel. She found it a little challenging in deciding how to approach the lieutenant colonel who was Kate's boss. She knew Rachel would accept the invite if only because she knew that Annette liked and respected her:

Annette had told me that she and Rachel had gotten to know each other well over their years in the Correctional Service.

"You need to understand that Rachel has the capability to manage a unit that is elite because it is the corrections unit for the correctional service itself," Annette explained to me in case I didn't get the point. "She is running an operation that doesn't discipline and retrain ordinary men who get sent to the service or even women who misbehave. These are people who have gone through training to become correctional officers and need to be turned around by whatever means Rachel and her staff determine necessary."

"Correctional officers, when they hear of her and her unit," Annette went on, "tend to be frightened, as well some of them should be, but I've always found that she keeps her head turned on straight and hasn't gotten ideas or behaviors that will get her into trouble."

I sent her the invite and was not surprised when I received by return mail a very warm acceptance in a handwritten note from Rachel. She wrote that she had heard such good things about me from 1LT Kate so she would be very pleased to get the chance to meet me on an informal basis.

Rachel arrived precisely on time for our dinner party and was sent up to our apartment. She was nicely dressed in bright green and white separates that made her red hair done in a cut sauvage stand out. She is about halfway in age between Annette and me, so I realized she needed to figure out how to come across to both of us. I should say come across to me because Annette and she knew each other quite well.

Janet arrived soon after, dressed brightly as always, and perfectly turned out. She had come to town for this, and I knew that meant that she felt it was important.

We sat in our large living room as Annette handed out drinks from a tray. It was warm so everyone welcomed a nice gin and tonic. Janet introduced herself to Rachel and told her she'd be very pleased if Rachel were ok about telling her how she felt the new punishment uniforms we at Goose Cookers had designed were working within the Correctional Service.

Rachel smiled and said she liked the uniforms and that her cadre was satisfied with their use in disciplining and retraining. Annette now spoke to both Janet and Rachel, telling them they were two of the most competent people she knew.

"I'm very happy that I'm able to rely on both of you as colleagues--one inside our service and the other in a continuing working relationship with us," she proclaimed.

"I don't think that anyone present will be too bothered if I discuss something that I hear has recently been utilized as a disciplinary measure in your unit, Rachel," Annette continued.

Rachel did color slightly but decided to take the initiative and not appear prissy.

"You must mean the toilet box, Annette," she said with a slight smile.

"Yes, I do," Annette answered. "Tell us about it."

"It actually has been used prior to now," Rachel began. "Some of the re-education camps for men have utilized it when severe steps were required. But we have now installed one in our unit and recently, two young women who got into a fight in the barracks were sentenced to time in the box."

She looked at Janet and me. "I'm sure you understand that this is a large box-like structure that has a lid that opens and on which there are two toilet-seat openings much like the old-fashioned 'two-hole' outhouse," Rachel went on. "The person being punished is placed then strapped tight on her back on a shelf with her face directly under one of the holes. Our practice then is that the cadre are instructed to do their business in pairs while the punishment is underway. The lighting is such that the occupant cannot see who is sitting on the seats.

"After the sentenced time is up, the cadre help the offender out of the box and take her right to the showers to clean her off," Rachel stated. "I was pleased that first time that not only did the two women who were in the box not misbehave again, but they have become fast friends."

I found myself unable to hold back. "I should mention perhaps that I sent my ex-husband to a re-education camp when he behaved unconscionably to me," I began as everyone focused on me. "He was the one who told me when he returned, and we did get back together then, that the camp had a toilet box and none other than the man, the one who caused all my trouble of which I suspect you are all familiar, had spent a morning inside it. I understand his ultimate disposition is still pending, but we haven't heard of his causing any more problems for anyone since that happened."

"We are making this equipment available to retraining centers and re-education camps across the Republic," Annette reported. "It seems to have filled a need in our society and our corrections sector in particular for a severe measure but one less than some others we no longer employ."

"Darling," I now interjected with some feeling, "could we possibly change the subject for a time? You understand that this is getting to me."

I looked at the others who seemed to want to do whatever they could to help me, as it was clear that this discussion had unnerved me.

"Everyone here understands what you went through, Ellie," Janet said warmly. "And you know that Annette has received your true feelings which began when she tried to help you as much as she had the power to do," Janet added with a nod to Annette.

Rachel seemed a bit lost, as she thought she was only responding to Annette's request.

"Rachel, sweetie," I opened up, "I know you were just filling Annette in, so please don't feel responsible for my reaction. Annette has told me how highly she regards you, and I'm so pleased we finally have met." I stood and walked over to hug Rachel and kiss her.

"Thanks, Eleanor," Rachel responded. "I hadn't been in the service long before I became aware of your company, Janet, and all the incredible products you have produced and provided. Goose Cookers is such an ornament of the Republic. Eleanor, I know how many of the women I have a high regard for myself have been friends or colleagues of yours.

"It is such a privilege to meet you and to celebrate how you have succeeded," she added.

"This is deservedly a mutual admiration society," Annette announced with a wide smile. "I'd like to invite you all to join me in retiring to our bedroom where we all can show each other some always-needed appreciation."

She then stood and I led Janet and Rachel into our bedroom. No one seemed at all reluctant to proceed to what was often part of Annette's social occasions: some lovemaking in the massive bed she and I share. Annette began by lovingly slipping Janet's blouse and skirt off, and Rachel went to me and motioned to me that she'd like to do the same for me. I nodded my pleasure at the request and soon I too was in my bra and panties--both Janet and I sported the latest lingerie produced by our firm.

Then Annette carefully unbuttoned Rachel's blouse and unzipped her skirt, and the redhaired officer was now in bra and pants as well; she assisted Annette in reaching that stage of undress. Annette held up the covers and invited them all to clamber up onto the bed and make themselves comfortable.

Janet smiled and softly asked Annette if she would give her a spanking.

"You always make me feel so loved when I'm across your lap, darling," she said with sincerity.

Annette sat herself on the bed and tapped her lap, signaling Janet to lay across it. Then she delicately lowered Janet's Goose Cooker undies to just below her bottom and began applying her hand to Janet's bottom cheeks. Rachel and I watched with much interest, although I had witnessed a number of Annette's previous spankings of Janet.

But now I looked into Rachel's eyes and told her I'd like Rachel to spank me or cane me, in her discretion.

"I realize that we have caused you some concern with our inviting your deputy to join us here," I admitted, "and I'd like you to punish me for being so careless with your feelings when you have been such a great support to my wife here."

Rachel smiled. "I'm actually delighted that you both have been so kind to Kate," she said. "I have been so impressed with her and have strong positive feelings for her too, so yes, Ellie, if I may call you that"--I nodded my approval strongly--"I will be willing to respond positively to your request."

She positioned herself on the other side of the bed from where Annette was spanking Janet--they were old friends and Janet had enjoyed being taken in hand by Annette for ages. Rachel then tapped her hand on her lap, and I installed myself across Rachel's lap; the colonel pulled down my pretty Goose Cooker panties and began spanking me, neither too hard nor too soft.

The spankings proceeded apace. Rachel found herself enjoying spanking me, whom it seemed she respected greatly.

"You must find you need your panties taken down now and then, sweetie," Rachel commented as she spanked my bottom cheeks alternately. I found myself turned on by Rachel's dipping her finger now and then down between my legs and probing into both my cute little anal rosette and then right into my pussy. These attentions were getting me very wet.

Rachel then quietly whispered in my ear that she would very much like it if I would slip down her panties--"Sorry, dear, but they're not as smashing as those you Goose Cooker girls are wearing"--and warmed her bottom cheeks. I stood and with my finger, directed Rachel to stand up as well. Then I seated myself on a chair across the room.

I pointed to the spot in front of me and beckoned Rachel to walk to it and stand still there. When she did, I carefully pulled down Rachels' quite sexy undies--they were patterned in blue-and-silver stripes--and motioned to her to spread her legs.

I fingered Rachel's slick, tight pussy and then poked my finger into Rachel's bottom-hole. I gave her a little slap between her legs.

Then I motioned for Rachel to lie across my lap. I enjoyed having Rachel's well-toned bottom over my bared thighs and her bottom-hole winking at me. Then I wet my finger and slowly inserted it into that bottom-hole.

"Hmmm," I said in a whisper to Rachel, "it does seem that some little girl is going to need to make a doody soon." Rachel found herself both totally embarrassed by this discovery but also very excited. As I now started to spank her, she began to experience pressure in her rectum, pressure that she felt could cause a humiliating accident if she did not relieve herself very soon.

After I had spanked her quite thoroughly, Rachel looked up at me and very softly asked if she could be excused "for the reason you mentioned." Rachel's face was now as red as her bottom.

I was enjoying her embarrassment and said I would take Rachel to the "little girls' room". Rachel stood and let me take her by the hand as if she were a young girl. We walked down the hall to the spacious and well-outfitted bathroom.