Cynthia Becomes Commandant Ch. 02

Cynthia Becomes Commandant Ch. 02

By Susan Greenway

[This story involves severe discipline and bodily functions, so if that is something you don't want to deal with, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.]

The Challenge of Disciplining and Honoring at the Same Time

Cynthia had enjoyed meeting 1LT Frederica Warner, who seemed to understand how to impose discipline with appropriate care. She dressed in her uniform and soon her secretary buzzed her to tell her that 1LT Jennifer had arrived.

"Send her in," Cynthia said through the phone. Shortly, a knock was heard on the door to her office.

"Come in," Cynthia said loudly.

1LT Jennifer walked in and said she was reporting for duty. She stood 5'7" tall and had a medium frame with dirty-blonde hair cut short but not close to being a buzz cut. She wore her uniform smartly sporting some commendation medals.

"Yes, I've been expecting you," Cynthia said without emotion. "I hope you're pleased to be here; you'll find that it's a good place to learn how to practice what you've learned in the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit."

"Is there anything about my assignment that I should know before I start?" Jennifer asked.

"You are my deputy," Cynthia responded. "There are matters I will assign to you to oversee, and I expect you to fill me in on anything you find that needs command attention. You've shown that you are a capable disciplinarian, and you'll get to know the personnel here--both commissioned officers and noncoms--and learn that there are many of them who are quite skilled at both disciplining and re-directing our inmates."

"Unlike the unit where you came from and where I served in several capacities, we are dealing almost entirely with men here," Cynthia observed. "Many of them will either try to seduce you or resist your authority in some way. This camp has a reputation for strict discipline; the barracks sergeants are expected to run a tight ship, and they do. The officers are also experienced disciplinarians and both back up the noncoms as well as dealing with situations that demand their involvement."

"I haven't had much involvement with men," Jennifer said, "because I was in the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit for quite some time and haven't previously been assigned to a camp or center. I'm anxious to learn here from you and the entire staff."

"I'm pleased you have that attitude," Cynthia replied. "We've found that different techniques prove effective with men. I'm thinking of having you accompany MSG Penny so that you can see through her supervision of the noncom staff what is involved in serving at this camp. The location is remote, so we have few visitors; the camp has earned a reputation as the toughest one in the Republic.

"Those who do well as barracks sergeants are able to ride a fine line," Cynthia continued. "CPT Nicole started as a barracks sergeant here. Her beauty attracted the men, especially in her barracks, but while she smiled and would converse and laugh with them, she immediately used her whip and even her cane if anyone got out of line. And she didn't let it go because they will become even more aggressive. She really was regarded as tough, yet she was very well-liked here."

"I do believe in strict discipline," Jennifer said bluntly. "I will be interested in seeing how it works here."

"We believe in smart discipline," Cynthia said. "You will get to know when to get involved and what steps to take," she added. "MSG Penny is the Field First and will introduce you to the barracks sergeants and to the officers as well. Spend some time listening to them all. Penny and 1SG Louise are great sources of answers and solutions. Feel free to ask them because they've been here for a long time and know an amazing amount.

"I'm going to ask you what will sound like a personal question," Cynthia now said. "This camp is very remote and there's a tendency to get isolated. We have a regular schedule of giving staff time off when they can take the transport to the capital for R&R. This is for your benefit, and I advise all personnel to remember that they are Corrections Services officers or noncoms and to behave accordingly."

She paused for effect and then asked, "Do you have any strong personal attachments at the capital or anywhere else in the Republic?"

Jennifer looked surprised at the question but decided to be perfectly straight out with her new boss. "I've had significant relationships with both men and women. Right now, I'm informally engaged to a man who is located in the second city. I've also been actively involved with a woman at the capital. Neither is in the Service."

"Our only concern is that any relationships of a romantic nature do not impinge on your duties here," Cynthia said in response. "I hope you are able to both support me in command but also work well with all staff. I've gathered from observing you in your previous assignment that you are prone to precise application of the rules. I regard that as a strength so long as you don't get carried away with it."

Cynthia then told her about the recent experience SGT Kendra had with an inmate who had insulted her. She realized the man might physically be able to overpower her, even if she used the whip on her belt. She followed procedure and called in other sergeants. She added that 1LT Frederica also became involved and supported the sergeants. "This is how I like to see these kinds of situations resolved," Cynthia stated.

"Is the toilet box used often?" 1LT Jennifer asked.

"Enough so it is seen as a very likely response to seriously bad behavior by the inmates as well as a source of control by the staff," Cynthia responded. "The man who insulted Kendra was informed that further misbehavior would result in being punished."

"We're changing the toilet punishment--instead of the box, which is unwieldy and murder to clean, we've been sent a new device from headquarters. It's an exceptionally large tub that can be placed under the toilet seats and after it's used, cleaning it will be like washing out a bathtub. But you're not interested in these technical aspects of administration."

"The box wasn't used that much where I was," Jennifer replied. "I guess that with men, it's more likely to be needed."

"Most men here get the idea that they need to behave so that they get out of here as soon as possible," Cynthia said. "Sergeants know that mentioning to an inmate that he is close to being put on extended schedule--kept here more than the normal two-week span--frightens most of them into behaving. If someone continues to offend or misbehave, they may be sent to the box, but they also may be put on indefinite schedule, which means that there is no set date for their release and their barracks sergeant will have a great deal of influence in determining when they are deemed ready for release."

"That sounds like an excellent approach to me," Jennifer said, her face brightening.

"It is, but it needs to be employed selectively," Cynthia told her.

"May I ask if you have particular plans as to when you might be married?" Cynthia now followed up on Jennifer's earlier answer.

"I don't right now," Jennifer replied, "but if that changes, I will let you know promptly."

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled. "I'm going to call MSG Penny in, and you can get started with her."

"Thank you, Commandant," Jennifer said.

"By the way, you may call me Cynthia when we are not joined by anyone," Cynthia said. "Otherwise, please use Commandant or Captain. I will call you Jennifer here, but when others are present, it will be Lieutenant."

She buzzed her secretary and asked her to have MSG Penny report to her now.

Soon, she was buzzed back and then told the secretary to send Penny in.

When Penny knocked and was admitted, Cynthia stood, as did Jennifer. She introduced Jennifer: "This is our new Deputy Commandant, 1LT Jennifer, Master Sergeant, and I'd like you to show her everything at the camp and introduce her to everyone."

Penny was used to conducting these introductory sessions and she said she was ready if the Deputy Commandant was ready to join her now.

"I think we are finished here," Cynthia said, "so you both may proceed."

"Thank you, Commandant," Jennifer said warmly. "I'll check back after this session."

"Certainly," Cynthia said. "You may both begin."

Both Jennifer and Penny saluted Cynthia, did about-faces, and walked out of the office.

"Barracks sergeants are the camp noncoms closest to the inmates," Penny began. "I'll introduce you to SSG Georgina, SGT Kendra, and SGT Harriet, three of our most experienced noncoms."

They entered one of the barracks and found SSG Georgina, a petite but fiery woman. MSG Penny introduce 1LT Jennifer: "She's our new Deputy Commandant."

SSG Georgina smiled and nodded. "We have the frontline job here," she began. "Most of these men will be here for just two weeks. In that time, we have to change their fundamental attitudes, mostly about how they relate to women. There are plenty of them who were physically abusive toward wives, girlfriends, or any woman. It's not a simple task to figure out how to get through to them. Since the weather is usually warm here, they can be kept in tees and panties, which has a modest impact by showing them that they can be deprived of clothing that gives them confidence."

Jennifer noticed the whip and small cane attached to SSG Georgina's utility belt. "Do you have occasion to use that whip and cane frequently?" she asked.

"Yes," Georgina replied. "Especially when they first get here, many of the inmates bring their misogynistic attitudes that need to be crushed. You may find that word extreme, but it fits the problem. Some men even try to take a poke at us. I fend them off, usually with the whip. Then I warn them about the toilet box. Later, if they persist, I mention quietly that their behavior has been unacceptable so they are close to receiving an indefinite schedule, which means that they will be kept here beyond the two weeks. We never tell them for how long that may be."

They thanked SSG Georgina and moved on to see SGT Kendra. She had fully recovered from the assault that SSG Georgina and SGT Harriet had responded to. "Yes, I knew I needed help," she said, "and CPT Cynthia had made a point of emphasizing that we should call on our colleagues when we had trouble where they needed to help out. That worked very well here."

"Do you find that there are less aggressive men who still try to get into your pants?" Jennifer asked her.

"Since I'm not a small woman, they don't try to overpower me very often, although the man who assaulted me seemed to think he could do that," Kendra answered. "I don't think he actually wanted to have sex or rape me, however. He just was frustrated and was taking it out on me. So, my full answer is that a number of men try to cozy up to me. I usually chuckle and tell them they should think about why they are here and that any behavior like this will keep them here longer. That often helps a lot to cool them off."

They moved on to the Disciplinary Building and met 1LT Frederica. She explained that she worked with the barracks sergeants to provide disciplinary support to them. "If they send me an inmate, I know that he's been uncooperative at best and they feel he needs some stronger discipline," she went on.

1LT Jennifer found that she liked the bearing of Frederica. She asked her how she came to be in the Corrections Service and achieved this position.

"Some would not find handling serious disciplinary cases congenial," 1LT Frederica commented. "I was a young high school principal and had experience using the cane before it was banned in the Republic's schools," she continued. "I felt that the Service was a formidable institution that existed to make the country safe for women in general. I went through officer training based on my elevated status in the educational system and then my experience led me to request assignment to a camp, where my extensive experience in imposing discipline sent me to this position."

Jennifer asked her how often the toilet box was used.

"We have some repeat offenders who get sent here about every other week," Frederica answered. "It really has a lasting sobering impact because these men have never had to receive women's excretions on all part of their body, but especially their faces," she said coolly.

"You might be interested in seeing our new equipment, which is really a huge bathtub," Frederica observed.

"Yes, the Commandant told me about it," Jennifer replied.

"We have one scheduled in about half an hour if you'd like to witness a session," she offered. "Maybe you'd even help us out by participating. They are blindfolded so if you keep quiet, they will not know when you are the one sitting on one of the toilet holes above them."

Jennifer said this was something she expected to be involved in as the camp's Deputy Commandant, so that she would definitely stay and participate. MSG Penny agreed that it would be useful for her to observe and take part in the punishment.

"The man who is coming has been sentenced, with the assent of the Commandant, to spend two hours in the tub," 1LT Frederica Warner explained. "He was first disciplined by his barracks sergeant for threatening her and a few days later, he thew a punch at one of the lecturers after a class," she informed Jennifer. "If he doesn't respond to this discipline, he will not be released after the normal two-week stay and will be moved to the special barracks where inmates sent there are disciplined regularly."

This description encouraged Jennifer about her being assigned to Hergolia Camp. She had felt that her previous work at the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit was not as effective as it might be, but she chalked that up to its dealing primarily with women, and women in the Service who had screwed up. Most of them were much more reformable than these male inmates.

MSG Penny said they would pick up her tour after they witnessed the session in the toilet tub. Soon, the inmate to be punished was brought into the room. The two corporals who brought him in had cuffed his hands. When he was standing by the box, they blindfolded him and tied the knots to keep it on his face.

Then they lifted the cover of the box containing the tub and helped him get into it as it was just like stepping into a bathtub and then assisted him to lie on his back. 1LT Frederica told him now that he had been sentenced to spend two hours in what would be used during his time in there as a toilet. "This is demeaning and a repulsive punishment, but you've brought it on yourself by your bad behavior," she lectured him. "You will be helped out of the tub after the time expires and helped to shower and clean afterward," she told him.

He remained mute as they strapped him into the tub and lowered the top. There were two toilet holes where users could sit and do their business. Outside the building, a lighted neon sign indicated that the equipment was in use. Staff of the camp--officers and noncoms--knew that they were welcome to come in, remain silent, sit on the toilet holes, and pee or poop when they needed to relieve themselves.

The noncoms especially were not bothered by another noncom or officer seeing them perform these bodily functions.

Jennifer asked if any of the staff resisted participating.

"I haven't had that happen in the time I've been in charge here," Frederica responded. "Our officers and noncoms are not reluctant to use this facility because it supports the goal of the camp: to reform these men's behavior. I should add that everyone who participates has the event recorded in their file and it's regarded as a positive whenever they are evaluated, including for promotion."

Jennifer found this whole event congenial to her, and after there was a pause in the conversation, volunteered to participate as she said she needed to use the facilities. MSG Penny said that as long as she was there accompanying the Deputy Commandant, she would be able to participate as well.

1LT Frederica thanked them for their willingness to participate but warned them to remember about maintaining silence while sitting on the toilet hole and at all times when they were in the room. "We do want to maintain anonymity of users so they are spared any embarrassment should inmates learn about their using the toilet holes," she informed them.

"One other question," she added. "If either of you is on her period, you are free to drop your used tampon into the toilet hole. Does this apply to either of you? Please don't take offense because we just need to know how often this occurs here."

Jennifer responded with only slight hesitation that she was having her period. "You probably need to know if I use tampons," she added without emotion, "and yes, I do and am using one now."

"Thank you for providing that information," 1LT Frederica responded. "It is much appreciated and of course will remain in confidence."

Now one of the corporals came out of the toilet box room and said they were ready for the first two users to enter and do their business. "We do not stay in the room or observe you," she said. "There are red buttons on either side of each seat which you can press should anything requires our entry to assist in any way. We have not had any inmate remove his blindfold or escape the straps."

After also reminding them to remain silent at all times, she opened the door. Jennifer and Penny walked in and stood by the two seats. The corporal absented herself. Both women managed to roll their uniform skirts up out of the way and then Jennifer pulled down her maroon thong, while Penny lowered a pair of plain cotton panties. Then they seated themselves.

Neither spoke, but after a little wait, Jennifer was able to initiate her peeing and let loose a strong stream that went straight down so it landed on the inmate's face. He yelled out but Jennifer could see that aside from being strapped down and blindfolded, he was sufficiently below her to be unable to reach her even if he escaped the straps.

Penny started to pee immediately, and her urination lasted slightly longer than Jennifer's. She noticed that Jennifer was straining so Penny concluded she was about to defecate. Penny did not have to do Number Two, so she just sat and wiped herself, tossing the paper into the hole under her bottom.

Jennifer released a few farts and then Penny could tell she was passing a bowel movement. The inmate screamed when the smelly turd plopped onto his face. He tried moving his head to push it off; although his motion was limited, he was able to edge it off. But then he was surprised by feeling some object strike his face and he knew it was the used tampon of whoever was sitting above him.

"Ugh!" he screamed, but Jennifer's bottom minimized the sound of his outburst. She now wiped herself and then reached into her handbag and took out a fresh tampon. Penny decided not to stare at her performing this intimate function. Jennifer efficiently spread her legs apart and pushed the applicator tampon into her vagina, then tossing the applicator and wrapper into the hole.

The inmate knew he had been hit by a soiled tampon if only by the distinctive menstrual smell that wafted over the inmate's face. He was put off by the knowledge that this woman had dumped her used tampon on his face but was more angered by the smelly bowel movement that had landed on his face.

After Jennifer finished inserting her tampon and wiping, she pulled up her thong and let her uniform skirt down. Penny had already pulled up her panties and lowered her uniform skirt. They stood up and walked to the door and knocked lightly. The corporal opened it with a smile and escorted them out, shutting the door firmly behind them.

"Had you participated in this kind of punishment before?" 1LT Frederica asked her.

"Only once, when I was at the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit," Jennifer replied. "We had a retrainee who kept misbehaving enough so that the duty sergeant sent a recommendation for use of the box up the line through the First Sergeant, which was ultimately signed off on by the Commandant, who was then now-General Kate.

"Did you find the occasion comparable to this one?" Frederica inquired.

"Yes, very similar," Jennifer answered. "I didn't know what to expect but it didn't take me long to start doing my business when I was seated on the hole with my panties down."

"Was the retrainee male or female?" Frederica followed up.

"Oh, definitely female," Jennifer said, "which makes sense because the unit received very few men as retrainees. There were a few male inmates who, in the opinion of the responsible Service officer, needed special treatment that could be provided by the unit, so they formed an exceedingly small part of the complement. The women punished in the box were generally quiet, not like the man here, who did shout out when our business struck his face."

"Thanks so much for participating," Frederica said with a smile. "We do appreciate the leadership support always. I should add, without naming names, that even some officers have been put in the box on occasion. Apparently, as far as some commandants were concerned, the threshold for sentencing officers to a box session was lower, so some offenders were definitely upset at being subjected to the humiliation.""

"Happy to assist," Jennifer answered with a grin. She recalled when she learned that 1LT Helene, then occupying the deputy position at Hergolia that Jennifer now filled, had been sent to the unit to undergo the box session after CPT Elaine, then the Commandant of the camp, was angered by Helene's lax performance of her duties. And she had heard about how CPT Nicole had gone into the box when she had dallied with a man in her barracks: later, she found out he was married to the woman who now headed the Service, the Chief of Staff--General Kate.

Jennifer didn't think she would slack off so that Cynthia would send her to the box, but she would take no chances. She remembered that they had had a cold relationship at the Disciplinary Unit when both were sergeants there. Cynthia, she recalled, was a part of a group of noncoms, and some officers, who socialized together. Jennifer knew she was regarded as a stickler for following the rules; she suspected that Cynthia would not be sympathetic if somehow Jennifer ran into problems.

MSG Penny found that the new Deputy Commandant was cool and collected. She knew Jennifer was a stickler, so she made sure to take her to see everyone, including 1LT Jones, the analyst officer. Jones was wary of the camp leadership ever since she had caused problems for Nicole and Cynthia as they were cohabiting, seen as a morale problem.

Since then, she had stayed out of the way, but Jennifer made it her business to spend a few minutes with her. She told Penny she wanted to speak to 1LT Jones by herself, so Penny was happy to wait outside and relax on a bench.

"I gather you've had some experience with our Commandant," Jennifer decided to see if Jones was responsive. "Oh, yes," Deirdre responded. "I probably overstepped my mandate in suggesting that she and CPT Nicole cohabiting wasn't good for morale. It didn't go well, I'm afraid. I'm probably lucky that I'm still in the Service, although I won't bet on ever getting promoted."

"You should get yourself re-assigned," Jennifer said. "I worked with both of them at the Disciplinary Unit, and I learned to steer clear. Now, I'm Cynthia's deputy, and I'll play the game. I just try to do my job."

"So do I," Deirdre said wearily.

"Come see me if you find any problems," Jennifer told her with a smile. "Actually, come see me sometime anyway. We might share some ways of dealing with this... situation," she smiled.

Jennifer was impressed by the personnel she'd met when being escorted by MSG Penny. As a group, she thought, they had to deal with much more difficult inmates than she had experienced at the Disciplinary Unit. And unlike the situation at that Unit, here they really made good use of their toilet box.

Cynthia started sending matters to Jennifer to resolve. Barracks sergeants would bring these to the Commandant who referred them to her Deputy. Often, Jennifer had to decide whether an inmate who had been behaving badly--insulting a sergeant or getting into fights--needed a little time in the box to get his head straightened out.

The barracks sergeants were pleased with 1LT Jennifer when they saw that she was not at all reluctant to sign off on a request to send an inmate to the toilet box. Cynthia had little problem with this. She could remain above the fray and take credit for Jennifer's stringent policy while being able to proceed without ever having to sign off on a sentence to the box.

Jennifer always made sure to make an appearance to participate in using the box when she had signed off on an immersion. Word got around among the inmates that the Deputy was not someone to mess with because she would even send an offender to the box if he responded in a surly tone to any question she might pose when he was brought to her by a barracks sergeant for fighting with another inmate or noncom.

One such inmate, George by name, had taken a shot at his barracks sergeant, a tough young woman named SSG Wilma. The sergeant was petite and quite attractive. Her appearance, however, belied her stern attitude: she did not hesitate to use her whip and cane to maintain order in her barracks. One day, she was using the barracks shower, which usually meant that she called on a corporal to keep watch that no inmates entered the shower area when the barracks sergeant was using it.

CPL Roberta was not the most reliable noncom, and she busied herself with checking her phone while she was on shower patrol. While she was ignoring her responsibilities, George decided to check out the shower while SSG Wilma was in the area using it.

He quietly went past CPL Roberta and entered the area carefully watching SSG Wilma soap herself up, touching all of her inmate places on her torso. He came up behind her, grabbed her by the head slapping his hand across her face so she couldn't see him, and then used his other hand to invade her private parts, insinuating his rough, stubby fingers into her vaginal and anal openings.

His hand over her mouth prevented Wilma from screaming out, but when SSG Wilma didn't emerge from the shower when CPL Roberta realized she needed to check, the corporal walked back and saw what was happening. She quickly took her whip off her belt and came down with extreme power on George's back and succeeded in whipping him in between his legs, making him cry out in pain.

He of necessity released his hold on Wilma and CPL Roberta pulled her out of the shower, then returning to deal with George. He was frightened by her using the whip and pleaded for her to stop--he would give himself up.

Roberta realized she was in big trouble for letting him slip by her and she yelled at him to get down on the floor if he knew what was good for him and shut his mouth. He was afraid now of Roberta and did what she ordered. She managed to get handcuffs on him and then frog-marched him out. Wilma had grabbed her clothing and retreated to her room in the barracks.

Roberta got a mouth gag on George and waited for SSG Wilma to emerge back in her uniform. When she appeared, Roberta asked her permission to take the inmate to the Disciplinary Building; she also suggested that SSG Wilma send a request for a sentence to the box to 1LT Jennifer.

Wilma approved Roberta's suggestions, filled out and signed a discipline form, and thanked Roberta for coming to her aid. She did not comment on how George may have gained access to the area Roberta supposedly was responsible for barring access.

Roberta took the handcuffed George directly to the Disciplinary Building where a corporal there signed a receipt for him and escorted him to one of their holding cells. She told him to sit down in the cell until 1LT Frederica was ready to see him.

Then Roberta dropped off the recommendation for the box with 1SG Louise, who had one of her aides walk it to 1LT Jennifer's office upstairs. Jennifer looked at the form Wilma had prepared and was pleased that the barracks sergeant had set out the specifics of George's misbehavior well. Wilma listed his entry into a prohibited area, his assault on her, including his violation of her person, which encompassed first his keeping her from crying out by placing his hand over her mouth and then inserting his fingers into her vagina and rectum.

Jennifer decided that there was no doubt that he needed time in the toilet box, but she also thought she should bring this to CPT Cynthia's attention. She walked over to Cynthia's office, asked her secretary if she was free, and after the secretary buzzed the Commandant, was told to go in.

"I don't like to bother you with these approvals for sentences to the box," Jennifer began, "but this is an egregious one involving sexual assault on a barracks sergeant." She handed SSG Wilma's request form to Cynthia, who reviewed it quickly and said, "Thanks for bringing this to me. I don't want to minimize your important role in these matters, but this was, as you said, egregious. So, I'll only sign off on the sentence, so everyone recognizes the need for severity in this discipline."

Jennifer figured she might get herself a commendation for bringing this to her boss, so she wouldn't in any event challenge Cynthia's taking the signatory authority in the case. Cynthia told her she would sentence George to a full morning--five hours--in the box.

This was a severe sentence, and Jennifer was glad she had brought it to Cynthia, because no one would question this disposition coming from the Commandant. Cynthia then entered the sentence on the form and signed it, handing it back to Jennifer.

Since they were alone, Jennifer smiled and said, "I want to thank you, Cynthia, for backing all of us up."

"This was clearly a matter for appropriate severity," Cynthia replied. "But more difficult is how CPL Roberta should be treated. She did rescue SSG Wilma, but she definitely requires discipline for permitting the offender to slip past her."

"I agree that this is a difficult matter," 1LT Jennifer replied. "She messed up, but then she showed herself quite willing and ready to come to the aid of a colleague in trouble. I guess that looking at the whole picture, she merits some discipline."

"I tend to agree with that, Jennifer," Cynthia said. "I think we need an assembly where all the officers and noncoms are in attendance--not any inmates--and have CPL Roberta submit to a caning after I praise her prompt response but regret having to approve her being disciplined for her failure to perform her duties as guard when needed."

"Sound right?" she looked at Jennifer.

"Yes, Cynthia," Jennifer answered. "Who will conduct the caning?"

"It could be 1LT Frederica, the disciplinary officer, or 1SG Louise or MSG Penny," Cynthia replied.

"Would you mind if I did it?" Jennifer asked. "I handled the paperwork, and I feel it would make the cadre here aware that I'm perfectly capable based on my experience to administer discipline in a major situation."

Cynthia paused and gave the idea some thought. She now felt that even though Jennifer was pushing for attention, this was a good way to bring her aboard and improve her image at the camp. Cynthia recalled when CPT Nicole, as she was then, delegated some of these formal disciplinary occasions to her.

"Yes, Jennifer," Cynthia said seriously, "I do think it would be beneficial both to you and the cadre for everyone to observe you administering a major caning of a member of staff. I will let 1SG Louise know about this so she can schedule an assembly of officers and noncoms, and also brief CPL Roberta on this sanction."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Jennifer smiled, "I'm very appreciative of the confidence you're showing in my ability to carry out this assignment."

"Not at all, Jennifer," Cynthia replied with a wide grin. "You have taken your work seriously, so you deserve this kind of recognition. It's hard to tell you to enjoy it, but in fact, you should, because it shows you're ready and proficient to do what's necessary."

She stood and Jennifer thanked her again, saluted, and began to leave. "Jen," Cynthia said and 1LT Jennifer stopped, "I'd like to personally thank you for what you've done. Some on the cadre will not like seeing Roberta disciplined because in one way she showed excellent bravery and competence. But she did fail to perform what she was there to do. And that needs to be recognized as well."

"One last thing," Cynthia smiled. "When it's just you and me, you needn't salute me. I'd like to think we're partners here." She nodded that Jennifer could go.

The order for George to serve five hours in the toilet box was delivered to 1LT Frederica soon thereafter. She scheduled the session for the next morning. George was not informed until the corporals arrived at his holding cell that morning to take him to the box.

"I'm sorry," he pleaded. "Can't SSG Wilma whip me or cane me instead of this?"

"You should have thought about that before you assaulted her," CPL Angela snapped at him. "It's right that the Commandant sent you here to be put in the box; if it had been me in charge, I might have left you in there all day and also used my martinet between your legs."

George shut up, fearing that if word got back to the camp leadership, his sentence might be made even sterner.

The corporals took him to the box, blindfolded him, placed him on his back in the tub, and affixed the straps to inhibit his movement.

The first personnel to use the tub were the two assigned corporals, CPL Angela and CPL Jenna. Angela was a blonde with short hair and a lovely frame; Jenna was dark-haired with longer hair and a large woman, although not at all overweight.

This was often the procedure since the corporals were already on hand. They knew they might be asked to start the use of the toilet holes, so they forbore from relieving themselves from the time they woke up that morning. Before they went back into the toilet room, Angela whispered to Jenna that it was good they were first because she might lose control if she had to wait much longer.

Jenna grinned and said she needed to use the toilet herself soon.

When they had secured George in the tub and left the room, they asked 1LT Frederica, who was in charge, if they could go first.

Frederica grinned and said, "Yes, ladies, I know you prepare for these occasions so go ahead and do your business and get things started."

The two walked back into the room and maintained total silence. George was positioned so he would receive the pee and poo from the women using both toilet holes on his face and his abdomen.

Angela lifted her uniform skirt and pulled down her cute pale blue hicut panties. She seated herself comfortably on the toilet seat and released her pee right on George's face, surprising him and preventing him from crying out. Before he could get his bearings, he then felt Jenna's powerful urinary stream blast onto his abdomen and get his whole lower body soaked with her pee.

It turned out that Angela had also been holding in a large bowel movement. She held her hand over her mouth when she grunted to move the log out of her tight anal opening. She knew from past experience that George would smell it and know that her shit was going to land on his face very soon. It felt good as it moved out of her rectum, she thought, and she thought about George's behavior and had warm feelings about how just it was for him to suffer by receiving a morning's worth of female piss and shit on his body.

George didn't react well to the double-direction attack. He began to scream but the corporals knew he couldn't reach them or even see who they were. They finished doing their business and pulled up their panties. Then they stood, let their uniform skirts down, and casually walked out of the toilet room.

The next arrivals, after about a ten-minute hiatus, were SGT Kendra and MSG Penny. Both told 1LT Frederica that they had waited until they really needed to use the facilities. They were shown into the room after CPL Angela gave them the usual warnings about keeping silent. Kendra, a large woman, flipped up her uniform skirt and took down a large pair of white panties before sitting on the first toilet seat. Penny took a bit longer to get her skirt up, pull down her granny panties, and sit on the second seat.

They looked at each other, grinned, and nodded. At the same time, they both released their powerful pee streams since they both had arrived with full bladders. George was surprised because being blindfolded, he didn't know anyone had sat down on the toilet seats. He had so much pee coming at him that he lost control and left his mouth open. The pee spurted right inside it. Kendra's pee was strong, as it was her first of the day. So was Penny's and passing through her plenteous hair between her legs didn't make it less potent.

Eventually SSG Wilma appeared and was escorted into the toilet room by herself. She sat on the first seat, which meant her excretions would land right on George's face. She released her pee, and it landed right on his open mouth again. She was prepared and without much pushing, she excreted a large, long turd that dropped on his face, surprising him. It was soft enough to spread around his face, and he was stunned.

Wilma had no desire to stick around, but she then remembered that she might as well extract her soiled tampon since she was on her period. She pulled it out slowly and then tossed it into the hole. It struck George on his shit-filled face, but he smelled that he had received a true menstrual smell. Wilma quietly inserted a new tampon before pulling up her nice beige hicut panties and retrieving her uniform skirt.

CPL Roberta came by, accompanied by 1LT Jones. Roberta was surprised to find the psychologist participating, as she regarded her as somewhat standoffiish. They went into the toilet room and Roberta quickly hiked up her uniform skirt and yanked down her plain white cotton panties. She clearly needed to pee badly as she sat down on the first toilet seat and let her pee fly in a powerful stream that surprised George by landing right on his exposed nose and trickled into his mouth.

1LT Jones lifted her skirt more slowly, seeming slightly uneasy sharing the room with the noncom who had both come to SSG Wilma's rescue but who had been negligent, she thought, in permitting her attacker to sneak past Roberta to get to the pretty sergeant. Deirdre Jones slowly peeled down her faded but still appealing pale blue panties. Jones came from a well-to-do background and bought quality lingerie which she retained for years.

Surprisingly to her, she only needed to pee a little. Her stream was paltry and drizzled onto George's chest. But she suddenly realized that a massive bowel movement was now moving down her anal canal and burst out in a 10-inch-long but soft turd that landed on George's chest where, being very soft, it coiled and emitted a strong smell. George found that when he breathed, he could not avoid inhaling the fetid fecal deposit. 1LT Jones quickly wiped herself several times as the soft poo had left significant residue around her anal opening. She hoped Roberta hadn't noticed her excretions, as she didn't want her very personal matters, such as the size and smell of her bowel movement, to become well-known in common camp parlance.

Roberta was ready to leave, however, when Deirdre was still peeing, her excreting the huge turd having freed up her bladder to expel all of its contents previously pressed in by the mass in her rectum. Finally, 1LT Jones pulled up her fancy panties and let her skirt down, signaling to Roberta that they could now depart the room.

CPT Cynthia, the Commandant, decided to stop by late in the five-hour expanse when George was lodged in the box. 1LT Frederica made sure she went into the toilet room by herself. Cynthia proceeded in very orderly fashion to raise her skirt and secure it and then lower her panties halfway down her thighs. She looked down at her dark bush as she released her pee in a strong stream that washed some of Deirdre Jones's huge bowel movement. She didn't need to poo and didn't have her period, so Cynthia rapidly wiped and flipped the paper into the hole.

When she emerged, 1LT Frederica informed her of how many officers and noncoms had participated in George's tub session. The sentence had only about ten minutes to run. Cynthia smiled at Frederica when telling her that it was all right to summon her corporals to remove George now from the toilet tub. CPLs Angela and Jenna came into the room, opened the box, and undid the straps so George could lift himself out of the tub.

They removed both the straps and the blindfold as they took him quickly to the shower located in the same area. They allowed George to close the curtain as he washed off the accumulated clumps of shit and overall staining of his torso with the women's pee. He was finally clean; the corporals told him they were leaving his clothing outside for him--it of course was merely a pair of pink panties and a white tee.

CPT Cynthia had stopped on her way back to her office to discuss with 1SG Louise the upcoming assembly of officers at which CPL Roberta was to be both honored and disciplined: honored for her rescue of SSG Wilma but disciplined for her permitting George to sneak by her so he gained access to SSG Wilma's room in the rear of the barracks.

"Chief," 1SG Louise said bluntly, " this is a tricky situation. Roberta behaved negligently but then showed courage and fortitude in coming to SSG Wilma's distress. Do you want to have her punished in front of the assembly under those circumstances?"

Cynthia pondered the question for a moment or two. Finally, she responded, "Yes, Louise, she's going to be severely punished for her negligence and then presented with a Chief of Staff's Commendation--I managed to get through to GEN Kate the other day. She agreed that whatever her error in not watching as she should have to make sure no intruders got by her, she behaved admirably when she realized the crisis she had partly been responsible for permitting to occur.

"The Chief of Staff agreed, and she suggested that she issue and send me a special commendation from her," Cynthia confided in the First Sergeant. "I'm also issuing a camp commendation to 1LT Jennifer for managing this whole matter well."

"Wow," Louise exclaimed, "that is wonderfully considerate of GEN Kate. I think her taking that step removes a lot of the sting of Roberta's forthcoming discipline. Should we plan for the usual assembly discipline--a severe caning?"

"I've delegated the administration of the discipline to 1LT Jennifer," Cynthia told Louise. "She has the requisite experience from her service at the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit and can benefit from being seen as an active administrator of discipline by the officers and noncoms."

"Very well, boss," Louise responded. "I agree, by the way, that she deserves a commendation. This whole business could have been a continuing problem for us, but she took care of everything. Thank you for arranging Roberta's commendation. We'll make all the arrangements. Does Jennifer need any implements to be provided?"

"I think she has her own stash, as do many of the cadre who served in my old unit," Cynthia said. "But make sure you have a good medium cane and a soft whip handy if she needs them."

"Cynthia," Louise turned serious, "I guess that means Roberta's getting some attention between her legs?"

"Yes," Cynthia replied coolly. "I don't like to hear that any barracks sergeant has been put in the position Wilma was because Roberta was sloppy." She left any further explanation for some future time.

"Sure," Louise answered. "All will be in order."

A few days later, all officers and noncoms on post were summoned to the scheduled assembly in the large room in the building where CPT Cynthia and 1LT Jennifer had their rooms and offices. There were three chairs on the stage: for 1SG Louise, CPT Cynthia, and 1LT Jennifer, seated in that order. 1LT Jones was seated far over on one side as the acting medical officer. CPL Roberta was clad in a white shift that left little to the all-female assembly to imagine about her body. She sat on a low stool at the side of the stage, with two guards, both corporals like Roberta, on either side of her. She looked distraught in her punishment garb. Since she had nothing on under the shift--no bra and no panties--all could see her pointed nipples push against the shift.

"We're here to witness two events concerning CPL Roberta," CPT Cynthia announced from the podium. "First, she will be disciplined for her grievous negligence in allowing an inmate to slip past her and then initiate a sexual assault on SSG Wilma in her barracks bedroom," she began.

"Then, however, she will be commended for her valorous conduct in coming quickly to SSG Wilma's aid and quickly disarming her attacker and bringing him under control so others could assist her in removing him," she explained. "You probably are aware and may have participated in his five-hour sentence to the toilet tub," she added.

"1LT Jennifer will administer the discipline," Cynthia declared and walked back to sit down in her seat.

Jennifer stood and nodded to the corporals to bring Roberta forward. They did and then strapped her arms to the punishment horse that was standing in the middle of the stage. Jennifer took a medium cane from the rack on the wall and stood behind Roberta, who was facing the rear. This meant the group would not see Roberta's face respond to being severely caned but would see Jennifer deliver the hurtful strokes.

Jennifer swished the cane in the air which quieted the audience of all officers and noncoms. The corporals, at her nod, lifted the shift on Roberta's body, and lifted it above her chest. She was now totally naked below her shoulders on the horse. The corporals proceeded to cuff her feet, having her spread her legs widely apart, and re-secure the straps they had opened to remove her shift.

The audience was taken aback to see the tall corporal bared and standing to be disciplined. Jennifer laid the cane on Roberta's bottom, drew it back and fired a strong stinging stroke right down the middle of Roberta's buttocks. Roberta screamed out.

Jennifer proceeded to deliver five more strokes, each a bit below the others, at 30-second intervals. The last one hit in the sensitive crease between Roberta's thighs and bottom: she screamed loudly. Jennifer now started aiming the cane to impose two diagonal crisscross strokes which caused much louder screams from Roberta because they crossed the weals from the earlier strokes. She decided that she'd end with the traditional powerful stroke down the middle of Roberta's bottom. When it hit, Roberta emitted a piercing scream that showed how effective the caning had been.

Jennifer now picked up the small soft whip. She could hear many in the audience holding their breath. She had never administered this punishment before such an audience. She was at least glad she had a chance to deliver it once at her old unit. She moved up close to Roberta behind her.

Then Jennifer held the soft whip off the floor and just lightly flicked it straight up in between Roberta's legs. She could see that it landed right on her vulva. This elicited a shriek which astonished the assembled officers and noncoms. Few had seen the imposition of Mistress's Strokes, as they were called.

Jennifer had kept close track of the nine cane strokes she had imparted. Now she was about to deliver the second cruel stroke between Roberta's legs. She again held the whip off the ground and gave it a flick upward that was enough to land right between Roberta's puffy labia. Roberta's responsive shriek was blood-curdling.

Even Cynthia hoped now that Jennifer had finished her administration of discipline.

Jennifer turned to her and announced, "The discipline is completed."

The two corporals pulled down Roberta's white shift and hustled her off stage. They helped her dress in her uniform, having advised her to bring an especially soft pair of panties to put on after her discipline. They took away the horse and helped Roberta dress and then sit gently onto a padded seat at the side of the stage.

CPT Cynthia rose. "I thank 1LT Jennifer for efficiently performing the unwelcome task of administering the serious discipline appropriate in this matter," she began. "We all--officers and non-commissioned officers alike--depend on those performing security functions to perform their duties responsibly and without omission. You all know that we are sent the worst offenders here. We must expect everyone to do what they are assigned to do. I hope that none of you will have to witness another such imposition of severe discipline.

"It may seem contradictory, but CPL Roberta deserves to be honored for her subsequent behavior at the scene of this negligence," Cynthia declared. "She realized what had happened and speedily came to SSG Wilma's aid and stopped the inmate's disgraceful assault, which included his hands ravaging her sexual organs. I felt she had behaved so well, after admittedly not doing so previously, that I recommended that she receive an official commendation from the Service.

'I am very pleased that the Chief of Staff, General Kate, has seen fit to award her the Chief of Staff's Commendation Medal, which is only conferred for conspicuous acts of bravery," Cynthia continued. "CPL Roberta, please step forward to receive your medal and the accompanying commendation signed by the Chief of Staff of the Corrections Service."

The two corporals helped CPL Roberta stand and then walked with her to the podium where CPT Cynthia placed the medal, on its ribbon, around her neck so that it was visible hanging on her upper chest. There was overwhelming applause. CPT Cynthia hugged CPL Roberta, and they kissed.

Cynthia then invited SSG Wilma to the podium. Without providing any introduction, Cynthia invited SSG Wilma to tell her story.

"I was assaulted sexually when a distracted CPL Roberta, who had been assigned to prevent anyone from entering the section of the barracks where both my bedroom and the private shower I used were located, did not stop an inmate who slipped by her when she was on her cell phone." SSG Wilma began.

"This man began grasping me all over my then-naked body--I had just returned from the shower--and then insinuated his hands into my vaginal and rectal orifices, entirely against any consent in that I was loudly screaming and demanding that he leave the room immediately,' she continued.

"Seconds after I screamed, CPL Roberta, who must have heard my screams, burst into my bedroom and pulled the man away from me and used her combat skills to bring him under her direct control. She then tied him up and called for help in having him removed.

"I understand why CPL Roberta was severely disciplined but also why she deserves the high honor the Service has paid her," SSG Wilma continued. "I owe her my being spared serious injury and possible rape. I want to take this opportunity to thank her and commend her speedy reaction after she had unfortunately been distracted from her duties."

CPT Cynthia then dismissed the assembly and turned direction of the noncoms over to 1SG Louise. She invited 1LT Jennifer, 1LT Jones, 1LT Frederica, SSG Wilma, and CPL Roberta to her quarters for an informal reception.

It was summer and quite warm at Hergolia Camp. Cynthia had ordered soft drinks, beer, and some premixed sours. Her guests helped themselves to those and some of the tidbits laid out attractively.

"I'm still registering the double-barreled nature of that assembly," 1LT Jones said to 1LT Jennifer. "By the way, I could see that you truly are adept at administering a caning. Do you feel any distress at having to give the strokes between the legs?"

"No, I don't," Jennifer responded a bit sharply. "When I discipline, and the offense was serious, which this one was, I believe punishment should be sharp and effective. You may have noted that I did not give a strong stroke when I went between her legs. I'm quite careful when that area is concerned."

"I'm glad to hear that," Deirdre Jones responded. "I now have increased regard, Jennifer, for your ability and application of discretion. Please come by my rooms when you have time because I really would like to pursue this further for my own edification. You may perhaps find it useful as well."

"Thanks for the compliment," Jennifer smiled. "I'm not used to getting many of them in my experience in the Service. "

"Nor am I," 1LT Jones said lightly. "It turned out, by the way, that my report of the Commandant and Deputy's cohabitation caused quite a stir although no direct action was ever taken. I knew I had to submit to being disciplined to make the sting of having reported them diminish."

"That must have been embarrassing," Jennifer sympathized. "I assume you were spanked."

"And caned," 1LT Jones added. "I also had to face the corner with my uniform skirt up and my panties down on my thighs."

"I tried to steer clear of those two at the Disciplinary Unit," Jennifer replied. "I'm quite lucky that I wasn't disciplined for turning them in when they violated regs."

1LT Jones' ears perked up at that disclosure. She did not follow up because she figured she could get Jennifer to elaborate further at the right time.