Kate Returns Home Ch. 13 by susangreenway,susangreenway

Kate Returns Home Ch. 13

By Susan Greenway

[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.]

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Kate returned to her office pleased with the entire experience that day with Nicole, from the graduation ceremony to the intimacy they enjoyed in Kate’s suite. While she was hoping Nicole would decide to accept her offer to join the Disciplinary & Retraining Unit of the Corrections Service that Kate commanded, she wasn’t investing everything into winning Nicole to her domain.

When Kate met with CPT Elaine, her deputy, that afternoon, they discussed this matter and Elaine agreed with her that it was far from critical, but that Nicole would be a good addition to the staff.

“I think she’ll come,” Elaine said bluntly. When Kate asked on what she based that conclusion, Elaine said that she expected that 1SG Wendy would convince Nicole it was a wise career move. “As you know, Major,” Elaine said with a grin, “in the end, everyone does listen to Wendy.” Kate smiled and agreed.

Kate then took a telephone call from her husband Harry, who was calling from the second city where he resided with Kate’s wife, Glenda. Harry told her he was coming to the capital in two days’ time on a case which he thought Kate would find of interest. He had been retained by Goose Cookers, the imaginative and highly-regarded company for which Eleanor was the creative director, to handle some litigation involving a firm that appeared to be producing knock-offs of Goose Cookers’ products.

“I know you can stay in any hotel you’d like,” Kate said, “but I’d feel very happy if you stayed with me.”

At his end, Harry assured her that he was truly excited to stay with her. He did add that he’d be meeting with Eleanor and others at Goose Cookers’ capital office, which would consume much of his time. But since he was flying, he added, that would give him more time with Kate. Kate said she was very pleased he would be visiting and looked forward to his arrival. She added that Harry knew that she was a good friend of Eleanor’s so she would be happy to provide him with some background for his meeting.

“You’re so terrific,” Harry warmed on the phone, “and I can’t wait to see and be with you!”

Kate got off the phone already wet with anticipation of her husband’s impending visit. She knew there would always be problems with him living away from her, but she loved him dearly and wanted him beside her, preferably in her bed. That very thought was already getting her panties wet.

She started conjuring up in her mind the kinds of sex she wanted to engage in with her husband during his visit. He was a strong-minded man. Kate fully appreciated that someone like him was hard to find in the Women’s Republic. Masculinity was not always regarded very positively. Kate didn’t care about communal values because she instead valued her own feelings and needs.

Harry, however, was complex, and Kate liked complexity. She found herself imagining them in bed but with Kate perched over him with her bottom over his face. She envisaged his tongue lavishing attention on both her pussy and anus. It was so vivid in her mind that she could feel what it would be like with his nose pressing into her vaginal opening and his tongue inside her anal ring.

She laughed as she proceeded in her imagination to release a fart right into his open mouth and plenty of her juices flowing onto his nose. When she had been doing some research into discipline during her initial service in the unit as then-LTC Rachel’s deputy chief, she recalled some discussion of queening, the act of a woman sitting on the man’s face.

She knew from that reading how a clever woman could position herself so by slight movements of her bottom atop the man’s face, she could regulate or restrict the air flow to both his nose and mouth. Having this kind of control aroused Kate intensely. She was coming to feel that discipline was based on exercising this kind of control over the subject’s body.

Castigation was part of the process, of course, but underlying control and the subject’s ultimate recognition of that control was key to success in making the discipline effective. Kate admitted to herself that sometimes her very primal urges were satisfied by conducting a crisp caning or a short, intense whipping. Male love for maternal affection was involved in spanking.

She even worried about some of her thoughts along these lines. Subtle and sometimes diabolical punishments–but never cruel ones–came to her mind. Using nettles in sensitive areas was one she found exciting. She also felt that the toilet box was an excellent way to attack male egos: it was hard to feel superior when you were blindfolded, and a female bottom was releasing piss and shit on your face and body.

The Corrections Service had a firm policy requiring men under its control or supervision to wear panties. The panties provided for each category of inmate were specified but could be adjusted by the commandant of the facility. Men in camps were given pink panties until promoted to white cotton. Women were permitted to keep their own panties, unless they were issued disciplinary panties because of violations of rules.

Kate followed a policy established by her predecessor, now COL Rachel: any woman who incurred discipline from cadre would be outfitted with a pantyliner containing an irritant such as Ben-Gay; the same applied for men, although the unit dealt with very few men. The unit always had available for cadre a supply of fresh nettles. Many punishment implements were also on hand: canes, whips, straps, and martinets in al sizes and thicknesses. Exotic implements such as crops and tappets could also be obtained from the supply sergeant.

Kate would not permit use of either electrical or cutting implements. The unit did have chastity belts, but cadre were instructed to use locked panties unless special allowance was obtained from CPT Elaine or Kate herself. Kate came to the Service with strong disciplinary experience at home, first at receiving, from her mother, and then in administering, when Jan, her stepmother, made her the ‘responsible woman’ for the household.

She had also learned a lot from experienced cadre, like SFCs Denise and Linda, who had served in camps and centers. 1SG Wendy, who did not punish directly very often, was skilled, however, in knowledge of appropriate and effective methods. Kate did engage in some punishments herself, mainly to maintain her expertise and credibility. There were occasions, mostly ceremonial but highly visible, when the unit commandant needed to administer the discipline.

She knew that she needed to discipline Harry regularly and that to some degree, sometimes subconsciously, he wanted her to discipline him, but she did not enjoy doing it unless he had misbehaved in some way. She recognized that she was conflicted to some extent about this, because she also knew that he needed maintenance discipline in any event. His engaging personality had kept him from being disciplined since his earliest days from the various ‘responsible women’ who ostensibly had disciplinary authority over him.

Her secretary, Grace Benson, came in with some orders and letters for Kate to sign as Commandant. Kate reviewed each quickly and signed them for her.

“I hope that your phone call means that your husband will be coming to visit,” Grace smiled.

“Yes,” Kate grinned “he’ll be here in two days. And yes, I’m quite pleased, to put it mildly.”

“I’m really happy for you, Major,” Grace replied. “You deserve to have your spouse here more.”

“Thanks for the encouragement, Grace,” Kate said. “By the way, I hope you consider yourself close enough to call me Kate. I am very happy to have you call me that, so long as you want to.”

“Thanks, Kate,” Grace, who was a long-time civilian employee in the Service, said warmly. “I do hope you know how much I enjoy working for you.”

“I see it, Grace,” Kate then said, “that you work with me. You’re a professional at what you do, and I couldn’t get along anywhere as well as I do were you not here.”

Kate took this opportunity to ask Grace about her own situation.

“Grace,” she said, “I’m asking this in a professional way. You’re married and have been for some time. May I ask how you approach disciplining your husband? If this is too sensitive or I’m intruding, you don’t have to answer me.”

Grace smiled and said, “I’m ok with that, Kate,” she said quietly, “because I know you haven’t been married long and are wanting some insight from someone who has. I do need to discipline my husband regularly because he needs to be aware that I’m the ‘responsible woman’ in our household. My children are grown and gone. If he is naughty in any way, he knows that he faces a hand spanking from me. And if he has behaved himself, he also knows that I will discipline him on a weekly basis. I have a small graphite rod and I will give him six or more if I feel he needs it. I do not tell him how many he is going to receive, as I find it focuses him more on behaving well. We’re very happy.”

Kate realized Grace had finished, so she thanked her. Grace said she was glad to be of assistance, smiled, and then went back out to her desk.

Just as Grace was about to leave for the day, SFC Nicole appeared and asked to see MAJ Kate.

“Is she expecting you?” Grace asked cordially.

“Yes, she told me to come by any time to discuss a matter with her,” SFC Nicole responded.

“Very well,” Grace replied, and buzzed Kate, who told her to send Nicole in.

Grace told her to go right through and Kate stood at her desk when Nicole entered and saluted her.

“Thank you, Nicole,” Kate said warmly, “I’m glad to see you.”

“I’m happy to be here,” Nicole said, “and I wanted to come to tell you that I’d be very pleased to accept your offer that I join this unit.”

“That’s wonderful!” Kate said brightly. “Welcome to our unit!”

“Thanks,” Nicole said. “Two questions, though: just what do you plan on assigning me to do, and how do you think I’ll be received?”

“I’ll answer those in reverse order,” Kate responded. “First, many of the important people in this unit are quite happy to have you here, and I mean CPT Elaine, 1SG Wendy, SFCs Denise, Linda, and of course, your friend, SFC Cynthia, as well as me. Sure, there may be some who could have reservations, but if everyone liked you, you’d be doing something wrong, if you get my drift. I think those I mentioned will help with that, too.

“Second, I want us to benefit from your skills as a highly skilled noncom–especially as barracks sergeant. I also think you are good at taking on challenges, as you have shown in the past. I’d like you to take charge, under 1SG Wendy’s direction, of the entire disciplinary side of our retraining program. What works well and what doesn’t?” Kate paused for a moment to let this sink in.

“You’ll be dealing with most of the cadre,” she said, “and I think you’ve earned their respect as you have mine. You’ll be taking a careful look at our whole program and making a unified plan to improve what we do, make it more effective. We’re well regarded in the Service, and I intend for us to maintain and improve on that. You did a lot to make Hergolia Camp function better and I feel you can do that and more for us. Lastly, if anyone gives you any problems, come see Wendy or me about it and we’ll get it resolved right away.”

“Thank you, Major,” Nicole responded with a wide smile. “You’ve once again made my day. You may find this surprising, but I feel I also gained a lot from your disciplining me yesterday. I feel equipped to take this on.”

“That’s good,” Kate said. “I also want you to play an active role in teaching each retrainee class. As a member of the cadre, you can focus on any of the class members, and I’m thinking of your using your barracks sergeant skills to improve their behavior, since failure in that was what got them here. You understand how to use discipline and you have free reign, within our regs.”

“Thank you again,” Nicole said brightly. “This sounds better and better. Thank you for taking your time to give me this intro. I’m looking forward to the challenge.”

“You’re entirely welcome,” Kate told her. Nicole then saluted her and reversed to walk out smartly.

Soon thereafter, Kate called Wendy and Elaine in to inform them that Nicole would be joining their cadre. They both expressed their pleasure that she would be part of the unit. Kate went on to tell them that she had asked Nicole to analyze the disciplinary side of the entire retraining program and make recommendations.

“She’s good at scoping this out,” Kate said. “I think she’ll be helpful to us. I want you both, however, to keep an eye on her. I think she wants to do well here, but I’m not blinded to some of her issues in the past. I think you get my drift.”

One of Nicole’s first suggested innovations was to replace the vinyl panties with rectal and vaginal dorks that the unit had been having retrainees wear for several days as a disciplinary measure for the entire class. She conferred with Wendy, and they agreed that having retrainees locked in their panties for a time was a key part of the retraining program.

It served to focus each retrainee on behaving well with the aim of being released from the locked panties and the embarrassing requirement of seeking permission to use the toilet. Nicole proposed using the simple locked nylon panties she had worn during her recent retraining, noting that they were more flexible than the vinyl ones and that they too could be equipped with the nasty dorks at the barracks sergeant’s discretion.

“It will give the sergeants a nice lever to employ in their supervision,” Nicole said. “If a retrainee seems to need both dorks, fine. But if she has behaved herself, the sergeant might have her wearing either the rectal or vaginal one, not both. And as it works now, the sergeant will decide if she gets released from it after the three days, or gets partially relieved, as in being reduced from two to one dork.”

Wendy said she was all right with this refinement. She said she’d like Nicole to lecture the retrainees on the underlying aims of disciplining, too. Nicole was pleased to accept that assignment as it would get her before the class in a manner that would permit her to deliver her approach directly to those who would be using it in their work.

Wendy had her speak to the new retraining class the next day. Nicole prepared an outline and introduced herself to the group of about 25 she was lecturing. She mentioned that she had just returned to this unit but had spent some time at Hergolia Camp as well as assignments here over the years she had been in the Service. The reference to Hergolia got their attention because they all knew it was the toughest camp for men referred by the responsible women in their households.

“Disciplining is a major part of what you do in the Service,” she began. “You need to regard it as a challenge to get through to these men. Remember that when you put them in panties that you only will be able to make them wear the rectal plug. That should be enough to focus them. If someone tries to take advantage of your good nature, use that cane you’ll be given and use it properly. That means aiming on the middle of their bottom and then proceeding down in parallel strokes. You decide how many they need. They’ll learn how you punish quite quickly.

“If someone dares to insult you,” she went on, “you can punish them right then and there in front of whoever is present. I recommend using your cane, but you do have a whip as well, which may work better with some. Both require practice. You can also put them in locked panties, which are not commonly required in centers and camps. This allows you to refuse requests for release to perform toilet functions. That tends to get the attention of the most recalcitrant. They will be fazed when you tell them they will only be released to use the toilet twice a day, for example.”

This statement drew some audible breaths from the retrainees who knew now they were dealing with a tough sergeant. One woman in the class asked her whether that kind of restriction really worked in practice.

“Tell you what,” Nicole snapped. “We’ll try it out on you. I’ll put in an order that restricts you to two visits to the latrine a day for today and tomorrow, and you’ll see how it works. This is not to punish you, my dear, merely to educate you.”

There were some more deep breaths and even groans, which Nicole chose to ignore. She knew that the woman she had sentenced to two days of two-a-day bathroom breaks would remember the experience as would all the rest of the class.

After the class, PFC LeeAnn, who was the one put on restriction, came up to Nicole and apologized for expressing skepticism about her lecture’s points.

“I’m not angry at you, LeeAnn,” Nicole said plainly, “but you now know that you may not always be happy with the answer to a question. Each time when you use the toilet, I’ll have them outfit you with a crotch pad so in case you do have an accident, it won’t be as grim as it otherwise would be.”

LeeAnn found herself thanking Nicole for this bit of consideration. Later, she asked herself how she could’ve been so appreciative to the woman who was limiting her bathroom use to two times a day. She realized that she had not peed her panties for years but that now it was going to be quite likely to occur; she even realized as well what she didn’t like to think about: that she might also shit her pants.

Later, her friend since arrival at the unit, PFC Marian, commiserated with her.

“LeeAnn, I feel for you,” Marian told her. “You don’t know that SFC Nicole is well-known for having been the toughest sergeant at the toughest camp in the Service. She’s nice in person but underneath, she is hard as stone. I guess now you know not to mess with her.”

“Yes, I’ve already learned from this misstep,” LeeAnn admitted. “And my panties are going to pay the price. They’ll have to hose me down once I finish this ordeal.”

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Harry arrived two days later, as planned. He flew to the capital and took a taxi to Kate’s quarters. The desk allowed him to go right up to Kate’s suite since she had left instructions to permit her husband entry

He swept in as Kate closed the door behind him and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply as his arms moved down her back to caress her bottom over her skirt and then reached under the hem to tease her right on her bottom-hole.

“Oh, my gosh, you’re a randy one,” Kate cried with happiness. “I’m so glad to have you here, darling. I’ll fix you a drink if you’d like. On second thought, let’s go inside first.”

They walked into her well-appointed bedroom with the massive bed she had acquired. Kate gently slipped Harry’s suit jacket off and loosened his tie, which he took off. She then unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and slipped the shirt off and his pants down and off. She let him remove his shoes and socks while she unzipped her dress and took it off. She let him look her over as she stood in bra and pants and flipped her shoes off. Then she rolled down her hose and took it off.

Harry came over and unhooked her lacy beige bra and slowly peeled down her matching panties. He drew her close and kissed her and she pulled his boxers down, releasing his long, thick cock. All she needed to do to get it hard and rampant was to tap the glans softly a few times.

They fell onto the bed entwined. Harry couldn’t get enough of feeling Kate’s lovely breasts with his hands, and for her part, she had her hands all over his cock, then kissed it and drew it into her mouth and licked and sucked it. Harry was loving this and then Kate lay back and spread her legs brazenly, so he stared at her beautiful, shaved pussy winking at him.

He positioned himself over her, holding himself up, and she reached out and softly pointed his member toward her entrance. He then pressed his cock right into her slit. He was thrusting and she was clamping on him and soon they were in a frenzy of fucking. This was what they both wanted more than anything. They were young and fit, and the parts melded nicely as their excitement rose.

It wasn’t long at all before she came, and he spurted deep into her cavern. They held each other tight, and he whispered in her ear that he always wanted to be with her like this. She told him that he aroused her like no one else ever had.

Now they lay on their backs, side by side, arm in arm, happy in the afterglow of their lovemaking. “You know, sweetie,” she said offhandedly, “we might have a baby.”

He looked in her eyes, filled with love for her, and asked her to explain. “I’m probably still fertile right about now and it could happen,” she said quietly.

“That would be fabulous,” he responded with a smile. “I can’t wait to see a child of ours.”

“I’m so happy that you reacted that way,” she responded, deliriously happy.

“Maybe we need to do it again,” he suggested.

“You’ll get no objection from me,” she grinned as she spread her legs and pulled him toward her by his cock. He once again was hard and this time, slowly slid into her sopping pussy. It was filled with his cum from the first time, but he thrust some more, lasted much longer, and found she was responding to each thrust. He massaged her tits and played with her clit while they were bound together.

Again, he brought her off and then released his jets to spurt inside and perhaps impregnate her.

After they again rested together, feeling their love, she helped him up so they could head for the shower. There, they lovingly washed each other as Harry felt his cum flowing out of her cunt. “Hey,” he said, “that’s going the wrong way!”

She laughed and said she was sure he had left enough way up in there to get the job done if it was time for that to happen.

They were finally clean and stepped out into the fluffy towels Kate had on hand for them. They wiped themselves down and she sat on the toilet and peed. She invited him to pee between her spread legs, which was an exercise they both had always enjoyed.

“I won’t be inconsiderate to Glenda, my wife,” she said as she was still peeing, “but you do have to tell me what it’s been like in bed with her.”

“I guess with you I have to kiss and tell,” Harry giggled, “but it’s been nice with her there. Katie, I’m not being anything but truthful when I tell you that I love you so much, more than anything.”

“And I love you, my dear,” Kate responded. “You really don’t to know about the women whom I play with, because that’s what it is, play. Is it hard mentally for you to do it with her? In one sense, and not the one you think, I’m jealous, because I’m not having it off with her.”

“I have to tell tales out of school to you,” he said, “because you’re my wife and you I love. She’s good, sweetie, but I find I’m always thinking about you and feeling you.”

“That’s my guy,” she smiled and kissed him hard and deep.

“You know that Eleanor, whom you will be seeing,” Kate said, “was married to a man and a woman. Jack still is in your city, married to Meredith, her sister. She married Annette, you know, my super boss, head of the Service, and then she and Jackson divorced. It just was over. He had been a godsend to her, but it was over. Fortunately, her sister came along, Eleanor saved her from herself, and Meredith took Jack off her hands. Crudely put, but it’s the way it was.”

“I have another bit of news for you,” Kate smiled, “so don’t get upset. Nicole is now working for me here; she finished at the top of her retraining class, and I hired her for our cadre. We made up and now we’re friends, even though I can’t be too close anyway since she’s still a noncom.”

Harry looked at her with wonderment. Here, his wife had made friends with the woman who had seduced him. Granted, he’d been under the highly dominant sergeant’s control at the time.

“I’m not pissed at you anymore,” Kate said, “and I hope you’re not now annoyed at me. This is the way the world works.”

“It’s fine by me,” Harry replied. “I doubt that I’ll ever understand her. And remember, not only did she get me to screw her although I knew I was behaving about as badly as one could, but she also got me two hours–admittedly with her–lying naked and blindfolded in that hellhole box where the women all pissed and shit on me and her, literally. One even flipped her used tampon on me.”

“Yikes,” Kate said, “you know that I once put her in the box here when she had misbehaved. She knows all about it and she fucked you anyway.”

“I bet you didn’t see her when they pulled her out, along with me,” Harry emphasized. “She looked quite amazing covered in piss and shit.”

“I’m sorry too about my sending Glenda to get the shit beaten out of her at the center,” Kate observed.

“Glenda’s ok,” Harry reported. “She held her own and got out on schedule, no problems except I saw how they did a number on her ass.”

“I owe her, too,” Kate responded. “But you made her feel good, didn’t you, even after I was there with both of you?”

“We did fuck some,” Harry confessed, “but you knew we would. And I think while we feel affection, it’s not like it is for me with you and I suspect it isn’t like it was for her with you, although don’t expect me to be an expert on girl-girl stuff.”

“I’ve caned her more than I’ve fucked her,” Kate said bluntly. “It does sound bad when she’s my wife and I do love her. I did feel bad when I referred both of you for retraining. In a sense, it was cruel and something I shouldn’t have done. I’m a bit impetuous at times, as you’ve come to know, and although Id like to moderate that, it’s part of my ebullient personality.” She grinned.

“Have you ever been with a woman who wanted to queen you?” she then asked him.

“If that’s what I think it is, no,” he answered. “Will I like it?”

“I suppose we’ll see,” Kate responded. “I’m going to sit on your face–don’t worry, I won’t put my whole weight–which isn’t as great as all that–on you,” she laughed. “I want to feel your nose in my cunt and your tongue in the bottom-hole. You will have the pleasure of inhaling my lovely, naturally scented cunt and tasting the delicious flavor of my anus,” she told him.

Then as he lay back, she positioned herself over him, her ass on his face as she faced towards his feet. Harry felt her soft ass on his face, and she supported herself enough that she did not press on him. He found that his nose fit nicely in her cunt and that he could get his tongue into her tight anal opening.

He did savor the womanly aroma of her pussy and he was excited by the fetid taste of her anal passage. She did let her bottom press more on his face as he was sniffing and tonguing her orifices; every so often, he realized he wasn’t getting enough air because of how well his nose fit into her cunt. Kate’s cunt was pretty, with nice labia that did not flap. They were tight, though, so there was not room for a lot of air to get in.

His tonguing her ass must have made things move there because while he did not sense any impending bowel movement pressing down on his face, he did fret about it because he figured that his tongue was serving as a suppository of sorts in there. She did, however, release a fart that hit his tongue and billowed out, its smell wafting through her legs to his nose. He did appreciate that she shaved not only her mons but all through her legs, including around her rear hole.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she told him, half jocularly, “you thought ladies didn’t fart, didn’t you? Well, now you know that this one does.”

He was now starting to struggle for air, and he hoped she would let him out soon. He figured neither of them wanted him to pass out. Just when she figured he was starting to panic, she sensed his fear and pulled herself up and off his face, now lying next to him.

“I have a feeling you were getting a bit stressed, weren’t you, darling?” she asked.

“You’re right, dear,” he answered, “I started thinking that as much as I enjoyed the smell of your cunt and the taste of your ass, I might not be able to breathe.”

“Yes,” she assured him, “the queen decides how much air you get. Isn’t that cute?”

Harry forced himself to smile.

“I guess you might consider that a sort of punishment,” Kate said. “I of course also feel you got a special treat. But you do like me to discipline you sometimes, don’t you?”

Harry forced himself to admit that Kate’s disciplining him did excite him.

“I’m going to be nice, because you were so good as to visit me,” she smiled, “so I’m just going to give you a nice spanking now.”

She sat herself on the edge of the bed and had him get across her lap. She made sure that his cock was between her strong thighs which she clamped on his penis. Then Kate rubbed his bottom and gently ran her finger under his balls and up his shaft to the glans.

She pulled it away and started spanking him with her right hand. She began with gentle taps and gradually increase the slaps to real spanks, alternating cheeks to give him about 30 spanks.

Kate resumed spanking, making the spanks hard now and Harry eventually began to whimper and finally start crying. That was when she stopped.

“I hope you don’t hate me now,” she told him as she kissed him sweetly. “You’re such a good person, Harry. But I’m going to put you on the spot. I’m not jealous but I do want to know how good a lay she was, you know who, and I don’t mean my wife.”

Harry knew instantly that she meant Nicole and he also knew how he had to answer. It wouldn’t be easy, but he had to pull this off, just because he loved Kate so much.

“It was quick and yes, nice, but I did feel dirty,” he told her. “I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but she had so much control over me. If she’d wanted to, for instance, she could’ve put me in the box herself. She could’ve caned me or whipped me all she wanted, and no one would have done a thing.”

“So, no, it wasn’t all that much fun, because I couldn’t escape all that ravaging my mind, even as I was fucking this gorgeous woman,” he went on, “and I’m not telling you anything you don’t know about that.”

“You probably don’t know,” she now said to him, “that she got into trouble here a while ago for fucking a man sent here to be prepared for supervised release. He was a notorious sex offender and she and her fellow sergeant got him ready to live outside. They got his enthusiastic cooperation and it all worked out well for them and him. To this day, he has kept to his agreements when let out.

“But it turned out that the key to his doing it was that they fucked him quite regularly,” Kate explained. “We found out indirectly, I will say. They were busted as punishment, Nicole was going to be busted to a PFC, but I stopped at her old grade of buck sergeant. Her partner was also demoted but she stayed on here and got her grade back soon.”

“Nicole was sent back to Hergolia,” she went on, “where subsequently you ran into her, and she was not happy being just a plain SGT again. My classmate, her commandant, CPT Helene, sent her here for retraining. She managed to finish top in her class, got the award, and I offered her a place in the cadre, which she has just accepted. So now you know the rest of Nicole’s story.”

“I have to admire you, Kate,” Harry said sincerely. “I’d have thought you never wanted to see her here again.”

“No, I have mercy, but more important,” Kate responded, “I respected her work and her dedication. She knew she needed my forgiveness, so I gave it to her, and I think it amazed her. I didn’t tell her that I understood the conditions that led to her seducing you, but I didn’t want to have a cold war persist between us.”

“You have a lot of power, darling,” Harry observed. “Sure, you have to report to others, but you can discipline almost any inmate, noncom, or retrainee. Your discretion is huge. Other ‘responsible women’ can refer a man or woman in their household for reeducation or retraining, but their referral request is just that, and the Service may well decide not to accept or to alter the referral, which would result in a huge comedown for the woman in her household. If word gets out, she will look even worse.”

“Are you still at least annoyed with me because I did refer you and you ended up at the worst camp?” Kate now put it to Harry.

“I was very resentful when I was there,” he replied. “And I felt you had been unfair. You had given us permission, which was indeed limited, but those things aren’t always easily controlled. I also resented that you could carry on with anyone you wanted here. But I’ve gotten over it.

“I began to understand how difficult it was for you being here when we, and your family, are all in another locale,” he went on. “I don’t even mind if you get intimate with anyone here, although I still would be unhappy if it were with a man. Nevertheless, since I can get it on with Glenda, you would be within your rights to have sex with a guy.”

“I also realized that you had come to visit in order to reestablish relations with us, and here we were in the next room when you were sleeping and were fucking our brains out,” Harry admitted. “I hate the idea that we hurt you, which I think we did, because despite your tough exterior, dear, you lashed out as only you could, by sending us away for punishment. It was a terrible, humiliating experience and even though my sex with Nicole was out of my control not only was it a welcome relief, but I did feel I was entitled after what you had done to me.”

“These are all major things,” Harry declared, “and any one of them could have ruined both our marriage and our relationship. I do believe, however, that you and I can surmount these obstacles and pitfalls. Mainly, I believe that because we do love one another. I love you to death and Kate, I do feel that you love me that way, too.”

He was now sitting next to Kate, his arm around her, and now he leaned over and kissed her, a long deep kiss. Kate responded by hugging him and continuing to kiss. She motioned to him to lie on his back in the middle of the bed. When he did, she followed him up onto the bed and positioned herself over him and guided his erect cock right into her wet quim as she moved her midsection down over his and slowly took his cock in.

Kate took the lead and moved her body up and down on his prong. For his part, Harry lay back and let her fuck him. He loved the feel of her vagina moving on his cock and he did reach over and tease her clit with his fingers which led her to feel closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Kate reveled in her cum, which swept through her. She kissed him again and again and told him he much she loved him.

Then she lay down on her back and whispered in his ear that she wanted him to fuck her hard, fast, and long. He turned over, lay on her, and slipped his hard cock back into her cunt. It felt very wet, but the walls clamped on his prick as he thrust in and out.

He felt so good and wanted; he now understood that Kate provided the best sex he had ever experienced. She was loving and, yes, truly kind, but she had a firm backbone that her time as a ranking officer in the Service had only strengthened. He knew she had been dominant from an early age, so much so that her stepmother had put her in charge of the family, despite her being its youngest member.

He massaged her breasts and played with her stiff nipples. He took them in his mouth and sucked on them. For her part, Kate was loving receiving his cock but also felt under it and teased his balls and probed with her finger into his anal opening. She was starting to see this as the best fuck of her life.

Finally, she sensed he was ready to send his cum deep inside her. She whispered to him that she was about to cum because she was. He intensified his thrusts and soon she felt his cock spurt into her vagina, and it kept spurting for what seemed an eternity. She loved feeling each jet. Then he started to shrink and soon was out of her cunt altogether.

They turned on their sides and held each other tight, Harry’s chest pressing against Kate’s tits. Kate felt she had never been so profoundly happy. Harry kissed her all over but mostly on her lips. He held her tight, and she loved being held. All he wanted now was for them somehow to be able to be together like this.

Kate sensed a need to get to the bathroom, so she just said she needed to get up and go to the bathroom, which she then did. She was there for a few minutes. She had a peculiar look on her face when she returned.

Harry looked into her eyes and asked if anything was wrong.

“No,” she said, and then she giggled. “At least we’re not having a baby this month.” She let that hang and then added, “I just got my period.”

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