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[This story includes bodily functions and 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 setting and her characters.]
Eleanor confirmed her reservation of her usual room upstairs at the club with the clerk at the front desk. Then she and Nicole took the elevator to the fifth floor where Eleanor led her to the assigned room. Eleanor had a key that opened the door, they proceeded inside, and Eleanor then locked the door and put the security bar in place.
“We shan’t be disturbed, I can assure you,” she smiled as she assured Nicole.
Nicole felt that she was now playing the major leagues with the power women of the Women’s Republic. Her usual confidence, spurred by her attractive appearance, with flaming red hair and a lovely figure, made her desirable to both men and women. She had warmed to Eleanor, and Eleanor to her.
Eleanor suggested that they get more comfortable as she helped Nicole unbutton her uniform jacket, blouse, and skirt, while untying her tie. For her part, Eleanor unbuttoned her own blouse and skirt. Now they both were in bra and pants, having slipped off their shoes. They sat on the couch together to roll their hose down and off.
The couch opened up into a very comfortable bed. Eleanor first took the younger sergeant into her arms, held her tight, and kissed her sweetly on her lips and ran her hands down Nicole’s back and into her panties in the rear. Nicole found herself aroused by Eleanor’s fingers teasing her anal opening as they pressed inside it.
Then Eleanor helped Nicole unhook her bra which released her charming 34Bs which Eleanor caressed and then teased the nipples until they hardened. For her part, Nicole unhooked Eleanor’s lilac bra which exposed her smaller breasts. Eleanor had never let her comparatively modest boob size bother her, so she was pleased when Nicole did tease her breasts and her nipples. Then as if on a script, the two simultaneously pulled their panties down and both were pleased to see that they had neatly trimmed bushes–Nicole’s red and Eleanor’s auburn.
Eleanor took Nicole in her arms again and they together rolled onto the bed and crawled under the sheets. They embraced, held each other tight, and then sought each other’s most sensitive places by softly running their fingers down the other’s labia and teasing her clit.
It was Eleanor who first positioned herself between Nicole’s spread legs to lick her pussy. This excited Nicole, who enjoyed being tongue-massaged on her labia and then inside before she asked Eleanor to sit with her legs up and around Nicole so the sergeant could reciprocate by licking her pussy.
Then Eleanor reached into the top drawer of the cabinet next to the bed and took out her own harness outfitted with a large purple cock. Nicole lay back and spread her legs while Eleanor held herself over her and slowly pressed the dong into the younger woman’s very wet pussy.
Nicole quickly began to buck with the movements in and out of the strap-on. Nicole was unaware that Eleanor had previously played with Major Kate in this same room and had also had some intimate fun with Janet, Eleanor’s boss, there as well.
Nicole liked to fuck, not caring very much if she was being filled by a man or a woman. She enjoyed Eleanor’s thrusting along with her caressing Nicole’s boobs.
“I can see you’re as prone to enjoying this kind of pleasure as I am,” Eleanor said softly as she thrust her strap-on in and out of Nicole’s vagina. She realized that, like Kate, Nicole was a trained disciplinarian. So, after she brought Nicole to orgasm, she kissed her deeply and whispered in her ear that she, Eleanor, was a very naughty girl who needed to be disciplined by Nicole.
Nicole was just coming down from the nice orgasm Eleanor had induced. Eleanor seemed very happy to have brought her off and Nicole responded by holding Eleanor in her arms.
“You really should call me ‘Nickie’ from now on,” Nicole grinned at her. “All my close friends call me that. Can I call you Ellie?”
“Of course, you can, Nickie,” Eleanor responded with alacrity.
Nicole said she would be pleased to discipline Eleanor at her request. She reached into her handbag for the small plastic rod she always carried and told Eleanor to bend across the side of the bed and spread her legs well apart. Once in that humiliating but highly sexy position, Eleanor awaited the striking of the rod on her bare, pale bottom.
Nicole began slowly by running the rod softly through the furrow between Eleanor’s legs to excite her more. Then she snapped the rod hard on Eleanor’s bottom as she started applying it to her pale cheeks. She kept running it through Eleanor’s legs and even poked it into her cunt and then her anus. She increased the power of her strokes on Eleanor’s bottom, leaving thin red lines as the strokes sunk in. Eleanor began istanbul travesti to groan and then cry out from the rod’s stinging strokes.
When Nicole reached in between Eleanor’s legs with her fingers, she felt Eleanor’s wet pussy and was surprised as she was teasing Eleanor’s sensitive labia and clit when a stream of what she immediately realized was hot piss warmed her hand.
“Ellie,” Nicole lectured her, “you’ve peed on my hand, haven’t you, you naughty thing!”
“I’m sorry, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor postured, inwardly surprised at her own effrontery in allowing her urinary sphincter to open to spray Nicole’s hand. “You got me so excited that I lost control for a moment.”
Nicole employed her gruffest sergeant’s voice when she sharply berated Eleanor: “I do expect a grown woman to be able to control her peeing. Normally, my dear, I would respond to that by applying my little rod to your open pussy,” Nicole intoned in a very commanding voice.
“Oh, please don’t punish my poor pussy,” Eleanor pleaded, meaning it this time.
“I’ll let you off this time,” Nicole promised her, “but next time you’re going to leave here with a punished puss.”
“Thank you, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor said bravely. “I’ll lie down on the plastic mat here so you can pee on me if you’d like to.”
She placed herself flat on her back as Nicole squatted over her face and moved her bottom close enough for Eleanor to lick her cute little bumhole. Then Nicole released her own sphincter so that her hot pee stream burst onto Eleanor’s waiting mouth as she stared up between Nicole’s gorgeous legs. Eleanor was able to swallow most of Nicole’s powerful pee stream, but some did spill over her face and chin.
Nicole decided to finish the discipline by pushing Eleanor’s legs up, so she was in the diaper position, exposing her cunt and anus blatantly. She watched as Nicole brandished the rod again and began applying it not only to her bottom but to her upper thighs. Nicole also would make it appear that she was going to use it directly on Eleanor’s protruding vulva and recessed anus. She tapped it lightly both on her exposed vulva and then on her anal crack, smiling at Eleanor holding her legs up.
She fingered Eleanor’s anus, pressing her finger as deeply as she could into her rectum. Both she and Eleanor realized immediately when her finger touched the tip of a bowel movement which was close to pushing out of the tight bottom hole.
“It feels like you are going to make a doody, sweetie,” Nicole said condescendingly. “Can you hold it until we’re finished here, or will I have to let you squat and do your business on the floor?”
“I think I can hold it, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor said as she kept her anal muscles tight to prevent losing control and shaming herself by defecating in this exposed position. Nicole told her she could sit up and squat as she picked up a bowl from a sideboard and placed it under Eleanor’s bottom just as her anal sphincter gave way and Eleanor excreted a light brown log, which looked to be about ten inches long.
Nicole took some tissues and proceeded to wipe Eleanor’s vulva right through her legs to her anal area. She showed Eleanor the soiled tissue which was soiled with pee and fecal streaks. Then she grinned as she carried the tissue into the bathroom and flushed it.
She returned to allow Eleanor to stand and receive a hug from Nicole.
“That was lovely, Nickie,” Eleanor gushed. “You are so charmingly severe. I felt like I was in your barracks except that I gather you mostly were discipling men. It’s so nice to have met you and learn that we both have bi preferences,” Eleanor observed. “I love playing with women, but I also like a man’s hard cock in my vadge,” she assured her new friend. For her part, Nicole said that her desiring a male member in her coochie, as she put it, every so often kept her sane.
“Yes,” Nicole replied. “I only began disciplining women when I was assigned to my present unit. The retrainees are almost all women because most of our correctional officers are female. Even though they are all correctional officers with some experience dealing with men, and sometimes, in the reeducation centers in cities and towns, with women who have been referred, I’ve found that our unit, which provides the last chance for them before their dismissal from the Service, puts the women through a rigorous experience, which in many ways is more severe than what men get even in the camps.”
She sat down on the couch and Eleanor moved over to be next to her as they cuddled. Nicole put her bra back on and then stepped into and pulled up her white cotton undies. Her underwear was quite utilitarian as it was worn under her Service uniform.
She then told Eleanor that she could retrieve her bra and panties.
“Let’s say that the discipline is over, and you performed very well, dear,” Nicole said with a grin.
“I have to confess that I enjoyed hearing your strict commands and the embarrassment I felt at your hands, Nickie,” Eleanor said. “I guess there’s a part travesti istanbul of me that needs that, although as a noncom in the Service you would probably be surprised to know that I possess the marital cane in the apartment where Annette and I reside.”
Nicole took in that this bi, mostly submissive woman exercised intimate authority over the Chief of Staff of the Corrections Service.
“Does that power bring out a dominant side, Ellie?” she asked with great interest.
“Amazingly, it does,” Eleanor answered. “This is despite my love for Annette and my perpetual appreciation for how she tried to make my awful punishment as comfortable as possible, which wasn’t very comfortable needless to say, but her heart seemed to go out to me, and that led to our romantic relationship developing. I do think that my exercising that authority in our marriage allows her a respite from her command function and the deference she receives all day. She also feels more strongly than anyone how wronged I was by the justice system.”
“When I was a barracks sergeant,” Nicole informed Eleanor, “I occasionally did decide to have some intimate contact with one of the men whom I controlled during their retraining. I was quite careless in seducing Kate’s husband, but now I’m very happy that she was willing to forgive me.”
“You’re lucky,” Eleanor told her, “because I see Kate as a strict young woman who likely enjoys disciplining misbehaving retrainees as well as noncoms.”
“You’ve got that right,” Nicole informed her. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but my attitude toward Kate has evolved as she seems to have moderated her tendency to engage in hard-nosed disciplining. I suspect that her being married, actually double married, stimulated more complex feelings. I of course got into trouble when she was quite severe: she was the one who sent me to the toilet box.”
“No, I don’t feel you didn’t have good reason to be unhappy with her,” Eleanor said. “I also think it was harder for you because you did have this reputation as the toughest sergeant in the toughest camp.”
“I was very proud of that,” Nicole said. “But I didn’t quite grasp that I was making myself a target. You understand this stuff, Eleanor, you’re in the creative world. In my world, attractive young sergeants aren’t that common. All the more reason for those who weren’t attractive to hate my guts and take potshots at me. My commandant, CPT Elaine, was the one who liked me; she had to send me to this unit I’m now in for retraining because I had pissed MAJ Kate off by questioning something she said when I had been brought in as a consultant on Elaine’s recommendation. She told me I had been stupid, trying to correct a field-grade officer. She was right. I was an idiot.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, Nickie,” Eleanor urged her. “You are so cool and so smart that I think that’s probably why Kate decided to forgive you. I will very carefully put in a word with her for you. Don’t worry. I won’t have her get mad or jealous. She’s a good friend.”
Nicole leaned toward Eleanor and just about fell into her. Eleanor realized that the sergeant wanted cuddling and to feel wanted. Eleanor had enjoyed the sex play she had engaged in with Nicole, so she had no problem holding her tight and telling her what a lovely person she was. Then after she had held Nicole for a while, she whispered into her ear: “Pull your skirt up and your panties down. Right now.”
Nicole tried to look in her eyes, but Eleanor was helping her pull her skirt up above her waist and then had her thumbs in the waistband of those white cotton wonders, sliding them down. Then Eleanor started to stand but knelt in front of Nicole, between her legs, and put her face right in front of Nicole’s charming pussy. Without any more ceremony, Eleanor began licking Nicole’s vulva–her labia, her clit, and then her vaginal entrance.
She had developed very good pussylicking skills. She liked Nicole’s taste. It was young and fresh, just like its owner. She tried to just pass her tongue over the tip of Nickie’s clit, which she knew was enough to send Nicole whirling. She did just that and the sergeant began to move her bottom in rhythm. Eleanor let her tongue press into Nicole’s vagina and taste her lovely feminine juices. She felt that it didn’t get better than this. She figured it wasn’t so strange that the only woman whose sex had so enchanted her this way was another hot young woman, MAJ Kate.
Eleanor wasn’t that submissive, but she loved being disciplined by Kate or Nicole. They were such naturals. She wanted a way to use them in some promotion by Goose Cookers. Maybe just some underwear ads. They both had fantastic figures and decent but not huge busts. Women could relate to them and still admire them. Now that Kate had forgiven Nicole and Nicole thought better of Kate, would they agree?
Eleanor spoke to Annette about it later. Annette liked it and was positive on the good it would do the Service. But she told Eleanor that she could not be involved in it, for obvious istanbul travestileri reasons. She told Eleanor to approach WO3 Kathryn. “She’s very sharp about all these kinds of things,” Annette said, “and I’m going to promote her before long because she’s one of the most capable people in the Service.” Also, she’s close to Kate and she also assisted Nicole in going to you for help.”
“Good idea, sweetie,” Eleanor cooed.
Eleanor concentrated on bringing her new friend Nickie to a powerful orgasm. It didn’t take long. Her tongue was stirring Nicole’s sensitive places and her bottom was in motion. Eleanor adjusted her angle and pushed Nicole’s bottom up just far enough, so Eleanor had access to tongue her sweet little anal star. She wondered if Nickie had had it up the ass. The Service was quasi-military, so she probably had.
Her licking and tongue probing inside Nicole’s anal ring sent Nickie over the top. She exploded in a violent orgasm that shot juice out of her vagina into Eleanor’s face. Eleanor loved the scent and the taste she was experiencing. Finally, Nickie slowed down and Eleanor moved up and kissed her softly on her mouth lips.
Nickie came out of what was likely a trance, so powerful was her orgasm. She looked around and could only say to Ellie that she had never had such a splendid orgasm. She hugged Eleanor and aggressively reached under her skirt and insinuated fingers into Eleanor’s sexy Goose Cooker panties. She fastened her fingers on Eleanor’s already hard clit and pushed into her vagina.
“Wow!” Eleanor exclaimed. “You really know how to get this girl going!”
“I take on the toughest cases,” Nickie laughed, and Eleanor reached around to hold her tight. “Darling, if I didn’t love Annette so much, I’d never let you leave me,” she whispered into Nicole’s ear. Nicole considered herself tough and immune to romantic sweet talk, but she ate this up, partly because Eleanor was so clever and so well connected. She also admired how Eleanor had managed to deal with being sentenced to what was clearly torture and lasted a whole year. Yet she didn’t seem broken in any way, the opposite was true, she was thriving.
Nicole recovered herself and pulled up her panties, letting her uniform skirt fall down from her waist. She thanked Eleanor profusely for a superb time and asked if she could reciprocate.
“You can do that, sweetie,” Eleanor told her with a smile, “when you have an expense account like mine.”
She put herself together and both women spent a few minutes in the bathroom putting their makeup back together. Then Eleanor unlocked the door and walked Nickie to the elevator and escorted her down and led her out of the club. Several women said hello to Eleanor on the way, impressing Nicole even more with her friend’s connections.
Nicole said good-bye and thanks, and Eleanor smiled and said the pleasure was all hers. She headed back to her office to let Janet know what was going on.
Nicole was soon back in her quarters and in the small suite she shared again with her friend, SFC Cynthia. Her pal could see that she had had excitement happening, so Nicole told her of her lunch with Eleanor.
“You played with her, Nickie, the wife of GEN Annette,” Cynthia said in a low voice, anxious not to be overheard. “Are you out of your mind? You’ve just managed to get out of trouble.” Soon, CPT Elaine did come by and knocked on their door.
They welcomed her and fortunately, Nicole was still in her uniform and Cynthia had changed into casual clothing.
“Cynthia has told you about your assignment, Nicole, I assume,” Elaine began.
“Yes, she has, and I’m delighted to do it,” Nicole answered. “I’ll also make sure I don’t go off on some retrainee this time, too.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Nickie,” Elaine, who had known Nicole since they both were at Hergolia Camp, responded. “The major is very pleased with you after that briefing on Goose Cookers.
Nicole liked Elaine and trusted her. She told her about her lunch with Eleanor. “You did good, kid,” Elaine snapped. “Eleanor is a player now. And they help each other. Eleanor keeps her in good with Annette. These are the big leagues. All I’ll tell you is to be careful. Don’t ever get caught between Eleanor and Kate and Annette.”
“Eleanor wants Kate and me to model for them,” Nicole mentioned to Elaine.
“That’s tricky,” Elaine said. “What did you say?”
“I said she should go through WO3 Kathryn, whom Eleanor knows,” Nicole answered, “and I won’t do anything until I hear from Kathryn or Kate.”
“Good idea,” Elaine observed, “but it may not work.”
“Why not?” Nicole asked her, upset with what she saw as a putdown.
“I wouldn’t crap on any of your ideas if there weren’t a reason,” Elaine said coolly. “But here’s the catch. Eleanor got into trouble for dealing directly with Kathryn to get a procurement. Kathryn is going to be a little gun shy. You better talk to her right away.”
Elaine went on: “Nickie, listen to me. Both Kathryn and Eleanor were disciplined by Kate at a dinner party at Annette’s and Eleanor’s apartment. You may not know that Kate can be a very severe caner and she knows how to cane extremely well. That’s why they might be careful here. I’m sort of surprised Eleanor didn’t have her antennae up when you mentioned Kathryn.”
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