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A Very Shameful Punishment

By: lesliejones



Eleanor began to realize that she was in a very dangerous situation when she appeared at the District Court for Women for the first time since the new order had taken control. Women now were totally in charge and the most serious problems seemed to be relations with other women. 

Eleanor had been summoned to the court after she had been discovered by an attractive woman named Gail, also in her late 30s, having it off with Gail’s rather immature husband. Gail had pressed charges and now Eleanor was understanding that the panel of three women who were judging her were not the kind of people she would have wanted.

There were three of them and they all looked to be just a shade over 30 themselves. They did not wear robes and the court was set somewhat informally in what seemed to be a fairly luxurious room. They did each sit at one end in three tall chairs and they dressed in what seemed to be the new judicial uniform of white blouse, grey flannel skirt, sheer hose, smart burgundy pumps, and an optional string of pearls. Mostly what Eleanor noticed was the lack of any sign of a smile or anything to relieve the tension she was feeling.

The one in the middle called the court to order and said her name was Dianne, and that the other judges were Lesley and Margaret. Gail was asked to state her case and she rose to address the three smartly-attired women. Dianne told her she could remain seated, that the new order had dispensed with some of that needless showiness that the men had put into courts in the previous time.

Gail was very emotional in her telling the women judges how she felt as she came into her house, heard some thrashing from the bedroom, and then what she saw going on there. She barely avoided losing her composure entirely and Eleanor even started to feel sorry she had been so unthoughtful of another woman. She also was starting to think that these three women would not be very happy with whatever she had to say.

When it was her turn, she calmly told them that she had surrendered to a strong impulse, that she had not had sex in a very long time, and that Gail’s husband had invited her home and had not bothered to discuss his marital status.

“You did see the picture of them in the living room, did you not?” Lesley snapped at her.

“Yes…ma’am, I suppose I did, but it just didn’t register,” Eleanor said, in what sounded like a whine and which she knew was getting her no points with these three severe-looking ladies.

Eleanor told them finally that she realized she had behaved badly but she hoped she would learn from what she had done and would never ever treat another woman so injuriously. 

The panel said nothing but announced that they would now retire to consider their judgment.

When the three of them emerged from the next room about fifteen minutes later, Eleanor was now feeling very very frightened. She had heard that the new women’s courts, where everyone was female, could be very strict in imposing very major punishments on women who violated the code of sisterhood. 

She noticed that two other younger women now stood at the side of the three judges. One was the clerk, who had her computer set up to record the decision and the other was a larger woman who seemed to be the correctional officer. Eleanor was almost about to get sick to her stomach and was totally afraid that she would lose control of her bladder before they could announce the decision.

“The complainant has asked the court to take strong action to discourage this kind of anti-feminine behavior,” Dianne began, in a stern tone. “All three members of the court are in agreement. The defendant will rise and stand before us.”

Eleanor found that the correctional officer was now standing next to her, seemingly in case she tried to flee and her fear grew proportionately. She stood and moved in front of the three judges.

“Defendant has behaved inexcusably,” Dianne went on. “The court has determined that the punishment should be related to the offense. Defendant is hereby sentenced to be infibulated and to remain so for one year. “ She turned to the correctional officer, “Please take the defendant into custody so the infibulation may be effected now.”

Eleanor wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. She vaguely had heard mention of this as a punishment but now it began to dawn on her what would be done. Dianne decided to state this on the record.

“The complainant has requested that this be a possible punishment and we have agreed on it,” she stated calmly and coldly. “Infibulation means that the defendant will have her vulval lips closed so that she may not engage in intercourse for the time of the sentence.”

“This penalty is not the cruel one imposed without pity on so many women in the male-dominated past in less civilized places. Instead, the defendant will have her labia pierced and several small rings will be inserted to effectively close her vulva and vagina so that intercourse will be impossible. A\small opening will be left for urination and menstrual periods, but it will not be possible for the defendant to use tampons during menstruation as the opening will be too small.”

The correctional officer, whose name Eleanor soon learned was Annette, escorted Eleanor out of the room. Eleanor swore to herself that she saw Gail smile at the three judges and that they returned her thanks with acknowledging nods.

“The horrid bitches,” Eleanor thought, as she began to appreciate that she was now to be subjected to a humiliating and wretchedly embarrassing punishment. Because she had had sex with Gail’s husband, her cunt was going to be…closed up for a year. It was an awful shameful thing for her to think about as Annette ushered her into what looked to be a rather sanitized room next door with a table that looked to be set up for a gynecological examination.

“Please take off everything below your waist,” Annette ordered her in a kindly but strict tone of voice. “The surgeon will be here quite soon and you must be in the stirrups when she arrives.”

“You will be given a local anesthetic,” Annette added. “Hand me your skirt and your panties, please.”

Eleanor reached down to unzip her smart leather skirt and then she cried as she pulled down her pink hicut panties. She handed them to the correctional officer who placed them on the chair next to the examination table.

Annette told her to sit on the table and put her feet in the stirrups. When she did, the red-haired correctional officer attached velvet leg cuffs and also restrained Eleanor’s hands with soft but very effective cuffs. The correctional officer then told Eleanor what would happen. “I will have to shave you down there,” she said, pointing to the neatly trimmed dark pubic hair now prominently displayed on Eleanor’s mons. “Then I will administer the anesthetic in that place.”

Annette took some shaving cream and a small razor and applied the cream to Eleanor’s pubis. With a few crisp strokes, she removed all of the pubic hair and Eleanor looked down at her now bald genitals. “It won’t hurt once the anesthetic takes effect,” Annette told her, trying to be helpful. “You will feel funny for a while because of the rings down there but soon the women who have this done even get used to peeing out through the little hole.”

Eleanor began thinking about what would life be like when she would be physically unable to have intercourse. She had not had sex very often and she supposed she was paying quite dearly for that round she had had with Gail’s husband. This was truly unbelieveable and yet it was happening. Those three cold bitches were having her cunt lips closed up. It was impossible for her to accept this calmly.

She started moaning and crying as Annette tried to calm her by patting her now sweaty brow. “You’ll get used to it, dear. I suppose you’re like most of the women now, you’ve been used to tampons but you’ll have to settle for the pads because there will be no way you can get a tampon in there once you’re closed up.”

Eleanor began crying again as she listened to this. “Take my advice, sweetie, and just grin and bear it,” Annette said, “and use maxipads for your first period because you will be surprised at how messy it gets when it flows out of your little opening now.”

The surgeon arrived and introduced herself to Annette first as Capt. Grace and then to Eleanor. “I’m sorry this has to happen to you but I’ll try to make it as easy as we can,” Capt . Grace told her. “Afterward I will have Annette go with you so she can help you urinate for the first time with the little hole. When is your menstrual period due?”

Eleanor was still sniffling and she told Capt. Grace it wasn’t likely for another two weeks. “Take my advice, dear, and start wearing a panty liner two days before you expect it. You will find that the flow can get quite strong coming out of the small opening you will have down there.”

She calmly applied a small needle which was the anesthetic to Eleanor’s bald pubic mound. It hurt for an instant and then feeling was lost. Eleanor did not watch the procedure—it was too horrible for her to look. When Capt. Grace said she was finished about ten minutes later, she looked down and saw that there were now four small silver rings tightly placed in piercings in her labia. She could only see that at the bottom of her vulva, there had been left a very small opening and she realized that not even a slim tampon would go in there. 

Annette had her stand up and told her she would be sore once the anesthetic wore off. “It will hurt the first few times you pee, sweetie, because the urine will hit the pierced places and sting some. But you’ll get used to it. After a year, you can call me—here’s my card—and the Captain will remove the rings on the same day for you, no matter what day of the week it is.”

The correctional officer took her into the bathroom and had her sit on the toilet. She was embarrassed at being on display so shamefully like this. Finally, she felt her Kegel muscles relax and the pee began to flow but it burst suddenly, seemingly without control, out of the tiny little hole at the bottom of Eleanor’s vulva. “Oh, you’re right, it stings something awful,” Eleanor said in a tiny voice as she realized the humiliation of what she was saying. 

“It’ll get better when the piercings heal,” Annette told her in a reassuring tone. 

“Annette, I’m afraid. Will….will…the lips….you know…will they sort of get stuck together because they are so tight after the rings and the piercing? Will….I….have this like this … after the sentence?” Eleanor said plaintively.

“Oh, don’t worry yourself,” Annette told her. “There’s no scar tissue there to do that. The pierced areas don’t touch. It’ll hurt but don’t worry. Most of the women seem to find the shame of it the worst part. Having to explain to anyone what happened and why. If I were you, I’d keep my panties on as much as possible.” She smiled a slightly grim smile as Eleanor dabbed the little hole to try to dry herself before she pulled her panties back up. 

A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 02



It had been a long year since Eleanor had been sentenced to infibulation of her vulva for that year. She still thought she had been punished very severely for her adulterous relationship with another woman's husband, but she also realized that in this women-ruled republic, women who disgraced their sex would be severely disciplined. The man she had been screwing had been punished by being banished to live in an undesirable city, which Eleanor felt was a far less invasive punishment that having the rings placed in her labia to close her vulva up for any sex.

The correctional officer, Annette, to whom she reported monthly—it seemed ironic that the report dates were set to occur during her period—had told her to report on the exact day the sentence was expiring and she would arrange for the surgeon to remove the horrid little rings. So Eleanor looked forward to that day, which would arrive just before the weekend. 

It had been a punishing year for the bright-eyed forty-something. Eleanor was a clever woman and she realized too late that she had gotten in over her head in playing fast and loose with the now strict moral code of the Women's Republic. Actually, she thought, it was her coochie that paid, being ringed tight so the hole left was large enough only for menstrual fluid and urine to pass, not even wide enough for a slim tampon. Every time the pretty redhead lowered her panties to use the toilet, she saw the wretched rings that signified her intimate punishment.

So she was horrified to receive that day an official document that was from the sentencing court. It brought back her awful memory of the three beautiful severe judges who had imposed the humiliating sentence on her last year. She opened the envelope and saw that a hearing in her case was scheduled for the very day of her sentence's expiration. She read the legal phrases and decided to go see Annette and find out what problem she now faced.

Annette's face was grim when she saw the letter. "This means that the complainant wants to get your sentence extended," she said, as Eleanor burst into tears. "Have you done anything that would make the court feel you deserved to have your punishment extended?"

Eleanor had been quite careful to avoid married men for the whole year so she could honestly tell the correctional officer that she had behaved properly.

Annette stared at her and stated, "I will be prepared to go to court with you and tell the judges that you have behaved. If this woman seeks more vengeance, she may be surprised to find that she is unlikely to receive much sympathy." In fact, Annette thought to herself, the wronged woman might find herself in the dock.

***

When Eleanor appeared in court, without counsel but sitting at her defense table with Annette, who was wearing her officer's uniform with her brunette hair up in a bun, she saw that her tormentor, Gail, with whose husband Eleanor had consorted, was at the prosecution table, with a sharp-faced woman of about 50, in a black pinstriped suit, next to her. She noticed that Gail looked worn and drawn since last time—her sandy hair now graying—and Eleanor almost felt sorry for her. She whispered to Annette her question as to who her adversary was.

"She's a very noted attorney," Annette said, "but I still feel you should be all right since you have behaved yourself."

As the proceedings began, the three jurists appeared from behind the curtain. The chief, Dianne, again sat in the middle, and her judicial colleagues, Lesley and Margaret, on her sides. The clerk called the case and Dianne looked first at Annette: "Senior Correctional Officer, please begin with your report."

Annette rose and read from her clipboard. "Defendant was infibulated in accordance with the order of this court. This officer supervised defendant for the year of the sentence and can say that she has reported faithfully each month during menstruation and I have examined her and can confirm that she has not attempted to evade the sentence in any way. I feel she has benefited from this imposition, despite its severity, and recommend that she be permitted to conclude her sentence today with removal of the infibulations."

Then Dianne turned to the other table. "Senior counsel, I understand you have moved to extend defendant's punishment. Kindly advise us of the gravamen of your motion. I trust you recognize that you are treading on dangerous ground?"

The sharp-faced lady rose and began, "Honorable judges, my client suffered greatly from defendant's adulterous conduct with petitioner's former husband. Petitioner has continued to suffer this year and has not been able to put her life back together and has not been able to have any romantic relationships. We therefore request that in view of the serious results and damage to her, that the defendant's punishment be extended for another year, subject to your review at that time."

Dianne turned to Eleanor now. "Do you have anything to say?" she asked. Eleanor looked at Annette, who told Eleanor to defer to her.

Annette rose and told the court that the defendant had done everything the court had ordered her to do in expiation of her offence. "She has not retained counsel both because this motion was filed only two days ago and because she has nothing to confess," Annette added. "In view of her exemplary behavior, I do recommend to the court that there is no serious basis for her to be punished further, despite my own regret that petitioner remains unsatisfied."

Gail's lawyer, whose name was Rose, asked to speak in rebuttal. Dianne's face was now disclosing her annoyance with the attorney and she told her she could speak but reiterated that she was treading on dangerous ground because the court had imposed a severe penalty and was not inclined to extend it without good reason. Annette also knew that the judges could penalize the petitioner for even asking for such a remedy if it were not appropriate.

Rose did not seem to realize that the judges were annoyed with her petition and she reiterated her touching discussion of her client's failure to recover from the victimization she suffered with the breakup of her marriage. The judges were clearly not impressed; as career women they expected all women to stand on their own two feet and that they had certainly not shrunk from imposing severe punishment on the adulterous woman.

Annette declined further comment and the three lady jurists retired to make their decision.

***

In about ten minutes the three robed judges returned to the bench. Dianne said the court was again in session and began, "Judge Lesley will read the decision of this court."

The blond, attractive but severe-looking Judge Lesley read from a document in front of her:

"Before Dianne, C.J., and Lesley and Margaret, JJ.

"This cause was brought on by motion of petitioner Gail, represented by Senior Counsel Rose, for extension of the sentence of vulval infibulation imposed one year ago today by this court, as well as the report of Senior Correctional Officer Annette and her confirmation that defendant had complied with the sentence in all respects.

"We are not moved by petitioner's motion as we believe it has been clearly established in this republic that all women are expected to assume the responsibilities with which they are faced. In response to her request last year, we imposed what is regarded as a severe punishment for defendant's conduct. Defendant has clearly complied with the sentence in all respects.

"THEREFORE, it is ORDERED that the sentence of infibulation imposed on defendant one year ago is hereby terminated and she shall be relieved of the infibulations immediately with no further delay. It is

FURTHER ORDERED that we find that the petitioner has brought her motion with no good basis in fact or law and thus we find she merits discipline in order that this court and the law of the republic not be brought into disrepute. It is

FURTHER ORDERED that immediately upon conclusion of this hearing, petitioner shall be taken into custody by the Correctional Authority, represented here by Senior Correctional Officer Annette, and that she shall receive 12 full strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks in accordance with standard caning procedure (see Rule 87). It is

FURTHER ORDERED that the defendant shall be permitted to view the imposition of the caning ordered for petitioner. It is

FURTHER ORDERED that this court is distressed at the misconduct of Senior Counsel Rose in bringing this motion and, per Counsel Rule 3, she shall also receive 12 full strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks in accordance with standard caning procedure. In view of her apparent disregard of the obligations of counsel to consider the gravamen of their pleadings, see Counsel Rule 34, this court 

FURTHER ORDERS that following the administration of her afore-ordered caning, the Senior Counsel shall receive three additional Mistress's strokes and that defendant also be permitted to view the entire imposition of discipline upon Senior Counsel. It is

FURTHER ORDERED that Senior Counsel Rose is suspended from membership in the bar of the Women's Republic for 30 days, with no further delay. As is provided by the law of the republic, see 98 W.R.S. 876, all actions ordered by this court shall be imposed immediately following the conclusion of this proceeding. No motion for stay will be entertained."

It is SO ORDERED. All concur."

With that, the three judges rose, and the clerk ordered all present to rise, and the judges retired behind the curtain. Gail burst into tears when she heard she would be caned and Rose looked shocked that she had gotten herself into such a state. She understood that the Mistress's strokes meant that she would receive those added cane strokes directly on her open vulva.

***

Annette whispered to Eleanor, "I had a feeling they were overreaching and I am quite pleased that your good behavior impressed them as I hoped it would. I think this sentence will make others think twice about trying to be vengeful. I know you behaved badly, my dear, but you have paid for your misconduct and I hope you will adjust to your new life better than your adversary did."

Eleanor spontaneously stood and kissed Annette, who looked a bit surprised but smiled at her, understanding how pleased she was to have the threat of further shameful punishment removed.

Annette walked over to Gail and Rose, who still looked shocked. "You two will follow me to the correctional office," she said very firmly, "and you will be punished as the court directed. I hope you understand that as a Senior Correctional Officer, I may request further discipline if you do not comply with my directions." Gail exclaimed how unfair this was and Annette looked at her and told her that she had better follow instructions "as I'm sure your counsel will advise you." Senior Counsel Rose seemed in a state of disbelief but knew enough to keep her own counsel and remain silent.

When they reached the correctional office adjoining the court's building, Annette told Eleanor to follow her and directed Gail and Rose to wait in the waiting room. "I hope I do not have to lock the door," she said, "because if you leave, you will be sure to be detained."

She took Eleanor by the hand into a rear room. Then she pressed a button to alert the staff to request Capt. Grace to join them. Annette told Eleanor to once again lie down on the examining table and place her feet in the stirrups after removing her panties and lifting her skirt.

Eleanor was slightly nervous as Capt. Grace, who had infibulated her last year, now appeared with a smile and told Annette that word was already circulating about how the court had punished the vengeful petitioner and her counsel. "I don't think women will pursue that kind of revenge again soon," she added.

She looked at Eleanor's shaved mons and infibulated vulva. Then she took her special device and placed each ring in it to release it for removal from Eleanor's labia. The surgeon took the several small rings that had closed off Eleanor's vagina from sex and even use of tampons for a year and placed them in a cupboard. She carefully took a sanitized cloth and wiped Eleanor's labia majora and minora with sterile solution and dabbed at the woman's now prominent clitoris, at which touch Eleanor winced but in pleasure.

Capt. Grace stared at the vulval region to be certain that all was correct and then told Eleanor she was pleased she could relieve her of the onerous imposition. "I hope we shall only meet in future as social friends." Eleanor was very very happy and kissed the surgeon, who was accustomed to such shows of emotion.

The surgeon smiled and suggested to Eleanor that she accompany her into the adjacent toilet. When they were inside and the surgeon closed the door, she told Eleanor to sit down on the toilet and to hold her labia well apart in order to diminish the sting she would feel when pee touched the insertion spots of the little rings. "Try to pee now," Capt. Grace said helpfully.

Eleanor managed to let out some pee as she held her labia apart. She was no longer embarrassed by having to perform this private function in front of an observer. "Oh...yes, it stings a little but holding myself open does help. Thank you so much, ma'am," she said feelingly.

* * *

"You now will witness the imposition of sentence upon your adversaries," Annette said. "When we enter the discipline room, take one of the seats in the observation tier."

She brought Eleanor to the waiting room and summoned the two new sentenced women to follow them into the discipline room.

This room was relatively compact but had various instruments hanging on the wall. There were two punishment blocks stationed on the floor in the middle of the room. Annette told both Gail and Rose that they would be punished together and to kneel on the two blocks that she had had set up in the middle of the room. Eleanor sat in the observation tier, realizing that her panties were growing moist both from the opening of her vulval labia and the knowledge of the punishment Gail and Rose would soon endure.

"Kneel on the block, remove your skirts and lower your panties to your ankles," Annette ordered the two.

Both shamefacedly complied and Eleanor was fascinated to see that Gail's white bottom had some faint stripes on it and that her tormentor had quite a lot of hair growing between her legs even visible from the rear along with her sex that pooched out in full view. Rose was older, smaller, and slighter in build and had narrow hips and small cheeks. Eleanor could see that she had little pubic hair but that, probably most embarrassingly for her, her anal rosette was quite prominent in the crack between her legs spread on the block. Her panties, too, were what today's women called "granny panties" and were full-sized white cotton underpants.

Annette picked up her punishment cane, which was surprisingly small but made of fiberglas and black in color. She lay it on Gail's bare buttocks and told her she would give her two sets of six strokes. She carefully imposed the strokes as Gail screamed each time and Eleanor could see that there was a pattern called "gating" in which a gate pattern was drawn on Gail's buttocks. Gail screamed when the first cross-stroke came and tried to jump up, but Annette pushed her back on the block.

"If you leave position, there will be extra strokes," she said firmly, "and I will report the misbehavior to the court."

Gail took the rest of the strokes screaming but the room was clearly soundproofed.

Now Annette turned to Rose. She again "gated" the small bottom of the lady attorney, who let out whistles rather than screams. Annette was impressed with her fortitude. Finally, after the dozen were given, she gave Rose the dreadful order to spread her legs very wide indeed. Now would come the excruciating Mistress's strokes.

Annette had only imposed this punishment twice before and each time the woman who was whipped on her open vulva had seemed to have involuntarily lost control and urinated on the floor. She asked Rose if she needed to urinate. Rose whispered a response of no.

She stepped back and picked up a small flexible whip. She held it behind Rose's spread cheeks and flicked it with some force up between the woman's open legs and right into her open labia, striking both the vaginal and urinary openings as well as the tip of the clitoris. Rose screamed more loudly than Gail had and pulled her legs together.

Annette briskly told her to spread her legs again and this time she attached cuffs to her ankles and tied them to posts near the block.

She decided not to draw this out so she flicked the whip to do its cruel work on Rose's open vulva twice quickly without an interval. The little whip caught Rose's most delicate intimate parts again and the surprise third stroke coming so quickly clearly landed right on her sensitive clitoris because the lawyer screeched at the horrid pain inflicted and Eleanor saw that a small spurt of pee had been released, much to Rose's horror at losing control.

Annette released Rose from the ankle cuffs and told the two that they could stand and pull their panties up. She then told them they could put their skirts back on. Both were sobbing and quickly left the room without looking at Eleanor or Annette, once she released them. Annette had made appropriate entries in the punishment register and given the women forms indicating they had been duly disciplined.

"Well," said Annette, "I imagine you would like to be going home now. I hope you have more respect for our justice after seeing what happened to those women who tried to inflict more pain on you. Come back with me to our office so I can issue you your completion notice."

Eleanor followed the uniformed officer to a pleasant office where she had reported for the twelve monthly visits. Annette handed her the form and also a small package. "This has some ointment for where you will be sore for a few days," she said, with only a tiny smile, "as well as some pads to wear, because you may be sensitive and bleed a bit." Then she added with a grin, "there's also a package in there of Tampax Slender Regulars, because I know you will want to be able to use them again when you get your period."

Eleanor could not keep herself from hugging Annette, and thanked her profusely for all she had done, despite the horrible year. She also cried some real tears as she walked from the building and met her newest male friend, Jerry, with whom she was anxious to join in bed soon, once her labia had healed. She had made certain that he was unattached.



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 03



This story will benefit from prior reading of two previous chapters. It amplifies events that occurred in Chapter 02.

*

Eleanor's punishment and the hearing that was held in the District Court of the Women's Republic when she was scheduled to complete her sentence did attract some public attention. There had been few cases of adultery in the republic in recent years and thus the severe punishment—Eleanor was ordered to be infibulated, that is, her vulval lips were ringed and thus closed to sex for a year—reverberated through the community as women realized that their conduct was expected to conform to the new morality standard of the republic.

The panel of three beautiful, severe judges had not come to their decision easily. Chief Judge Dianne, a striking blonde, had initiated their deliberations by noting that it was very important to show the population that this kind of intimate misconduct would not be tolerated. Her colleagues, Judges Lesley and Margaret, one a lovely blonde and the other a flaming redhead like the accused, were less convinced and regarded the proposed punishment as somewhat primitive.

Lesley, for one, said that although the Women's Republic statute provided for the punishment of "temporary infibulations" in the event of sexual misconduct, she found the idea of restricting a woman's intimate activities extremely troubling. Margaret said she was unclear as to the standard to be applied.

Dianne started out her analysis by observing that Eleanor had not shown any remorse for having an affair with Gail's husband. "The administrative board has already banished her husband to another city," she added, "so it is our job to deal with the defendant."

Lesley then raised an issue. "Do you both not feel that sentencing her to even short-term infibulation is somewhat uncivilized? After all, we have not used this punishment for men, and until now, we have merely sentenced adulterous offenders to be caned severely."

Then Margaret chimed in: "The governors have requested that we imposed severe sentences to eliminate this unwomanly behavior. I for one accept that we are more or less expected to impose this penalty for adultery from now on, in that it surely does ensure that the offender will not reoffend for her term."

Lesley asked that one of the others remind her of the facts. "Miss Eleanor apparently began to consort with Miss Gail's husband in total underhanded secrecy," Margaret began. "This was the rankest form of adultery. I regret to report as well that she did not even desist from adulterous intercourse during her menstrual period. It would seem that the infibulations will remind her of that aspect of her conduct when she sees herself flow from the small hole left open for that function. And you are aware that she will be unable to avail herself of tampons during the term."

The last comment made Judge Lesley blush. "I'm sorry," she responded, "I now agree with you both as to the appropriateness of the sentence." She did not add that at that moment, she was wearing herself a super-sized tampon in her vagina.

***

One year later, the judicial trio again assembled in their sumptuous conference room to consider the motion submitted by Gail to extend Eleanor's sentence and their proposed action on the motion.

This time, Dianne was highly inflamed by the motion. "This woman has done nothing to rectify her own situation in the year," she stated, "and now she asks us to extend a severe sentence for no real reason except pure revenge."

Lesley was even more upset by what was proving to be Gail's unwise step. "We have the report of the Senior Corrections Officer," she noted. "The defendant, despite her serious offence, has complied with the terms of her sentence meticulously. I also blame the Senior Counsel for filing what now looks to be an unusually frivolous motion."

Margaret joined in agreement, saying that she too had been a bit reluctant last year to order the infibulation but that Gail and Senior Counsel Rose had behaved abominably. "I actually feel for the defendant Eleanor, who has now had to worry that we might extend her sentence," she said, warmly. 

Dianne showed the others the contents of an attorney ethics opinion she had found in her research. "Misbehavior by counsel may involve filing of a frivolous motion," she read. "Under the ethical canons of the profession as adopted by the Women's Republic last year, we are authorized to impose special discipline when such misbehavior is clearly established."

"Special discipline refers to caning, does it not?" Lesley asked, feeling her annoyance at Rose rise.

"Yes, it does," Dianne responded, "and the panel may determine if the caning itself should feature punishment such as the administration of Mistress's strokes."

"Does that mean what I think it does?" Margaret asked. "You mean we can sentence her to be caned on ...her ...vulva?"

"It is required that any added imposition of such Mistress's strokes follow a caning on her bottom," Dianne read from the penal code. "The Senior Corrections Officer is authorized to impose the Mistress's strokes following the regular caning. She may determine if it is appropriate to require the prisoner to hold open her labia for the discipline. Requiring this is regarded as a special enhancement."

"I for one would feel it is highly appropriate for this Senior Counsel, no less, to receive Mistress's strokes," Lesley said with some fervor. "She should be expected to have told her client that the motion was inappropriate, frivolous, and even cruel.' 

"We have not been asked by the defendant or the Senior Corrections Officer to impose any particular punishment on petitioner or her counsel," Dianne declared. "We are acting sua sponte and this will attract some attention in the women's media."

"I suspect Miss Eleanor is grateful to be almost finished with serving her sentence," Lesley said. "She would be unlikely to wish to prolong the proceedings. I also suspect she has been well advised by the Senior Corrections Officer to keep her own counsel, rather than employ one at significant cost."

"Petitioner and her counsel will surely recognize the added cost they have incurred," Margaret added, with a chuckle. "I do wish we could order the petitioner to be punished the way defendant has been. She did not deserve to receive the revenge we afforded her."

"Our sentence was not imposed by way of revenge," Dianne countered. "We were treating seriously an offence that the Women's Republic has deemed very serious."

***

Later in the day, after the sentence had been passed and announced in court, much to the surprise of the petitioner and her counsel, a bulletin appeared on the official website of the Women's Republic.

"Court Punishes Vengeful Behaviour."

By Anne-Marie Criswell

Today, the District Court of the Women's Republic turned its attention to sanctioning vengeful behavior by Gail for the subsequent action she brought against Eleanor, who had been caught sleeping with the petitioner's husband.

In an opinion announced by Judge Lesley, speaking for herself, Chief Judge Dianne, and Judge Margaret, the court found that the motion to extend the sentence of Eleanor—who had been sentenced one year ago to temporary infibulations of her vulva for her adultery—was not only insufficient as a matter of law but was frivolous.

For that reason, Gail, as well as he advocate, Senior Counsel Rose, were themselves sentenced to be caned on their bare bottoms this very day. The Senior Counsel, for violating the ethical canons of her profession, was also sentenced to receive Mistress's strokes, which are cane strokes administered on the open vulva.

The sentences were executed this afternoon by Senior Corrections Officer Annette, who spoke on behalf of the defendant during the court hearing. 

This decision was apparently the first in which such severe punishments as Mistress's strokes were imposed on a lawyer found guilty in effect of contempt of court.

Judge Lesley later commented that the three jurists had regarded this offence as almost as serious an affront to the law of the Women's Republic as was the original predicate offence of adultery. "For this reason," she said, "the court made use of the provisions of the code that authorize imposition of punishments such as Mistress's strokes."

The defendant was allowed by the court order to witness imposition of the punishment. This reporter was also present, by virtue of Court Rule 67, permitting media observation of such punishments. As is apparently common when severe punishment such as Mistress's strokes are administered, Senior Counsel Rose was observed to have involuntarily urinated during the receipt of the strokes on her open vulva.

The infibulation imposed for the past year on Eleanor was effected by surgical incision and then insertion of small metal rings through her tightly closed labia. The procedure, performed by First Deputy Surgeon Capt. Grace, is designed to be reversible, but the placement of the rings makes use of the vagina for any sexual intercourse impossible. Only a small opening for release of menstrum is left. Capt. Grace performed the ring removal procedure prior to the administration of the sentence on Gail and Senior Counsel Rose.

"I am pleased," Judge Lesley commented, "that Eleanor accepted the punishment, despite its severity, in a good spirit, and that she served her sentence properly and is now relieved of the serious imposition to which we sentenced her last year."

Last year, significant criticism was directed at the court for the sentence. Women's Senate Majority Leader Valerie said that she thought that use of infibulations was "a primitive regression and dishonored the principles on which the Women's Republic had been founded." However, President Lynn responded at the time that she favored courts employing strict measures to terminate unwomanly behavior.

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Eleanor was happy to return to her spacious flat freed of the wretched rings that had closed off her quim to sex. Her good friend Dennis had prepared a celebration for her and popped open the champagne as his happy lady friend entered the abode.

"Dennis," she said warmly as they enjoyed the Perrier Jouet, "I would really like for you to take me to bed now, but you will have to be very very gentle with my poor pussy."

Taking her by the hand to the bedroom, Dennis quietly and softly helped her remove her blouse, bra, and skirt, followed by stockings and shoes. Finally, he put his thumbs in the waistband of Eleanor's hicut pale blue panties and slowly lowered them until she stepped out of the undies.

Eleanor lay back on the bed, so ready for sex after a whole year's deprivation. She was pleased that her libido had not suffered in the interim. Dennis had planned ahead and rubbed some special ointment on his fingers and then carefully opened Eleanor's legs and applied the ointment to her labia and even let his finger drift into her now-opened vaginal portal.

The ointment served both to lubricate Eleanor's still delicate labial tissues, still showing the small holes created by the incisions for the rings, and to stimulate her vagina and clitoris, while protecting those from excessively violent response that would aggravate the wounds of the incisions. As he softly stroked her clit and inserted a finger and then two into her now available vagina, Dennis kissed Eleanor on her mouth and finally slowly brought his very firm member to the long-closed entryway to her pleasure center.

As she felt his penis enter her vagina, Eleanor gloried in her ability again to experience sexual pleasure from his light thrusts. It was not long before he reached his exuberance and spilled semen deep inside his lover's love canal as she climaxed with rhythmical spasms of her vaginal muscles.

"Omigosh, El," Dennis exclaimed as he himself spurted into her vagina, "I'm so happy you still squirt!" He felt the increased wetness on his turgid organ as her vaginal glands once again sprayed it with her female fluid.

"Did you get off when they whipped that horrid lady lawyer on her quim?" Dennis asked.

"Yes," Eleanor confessed, "partly because I felt for her, in that the rings had only just been taken out of my labia. I did almost wish they had let me hit her down in there."

Then she turned to her lover. "But now I'd rather have you inside me where you belong," she smiled at Dennis. "Maybe we can invite Annette over sometime," she suggested during the afterglow. "Would you mind giving her a poke, sweetie? She was so good to me and I think she hasn't had any cock in her for ages. Gad, she might as well be infibulated herself," Eleanor said gratefully.



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 04



For Meggs and Bill

This story treats some matters that may offend some, so if you dislike reading about either menstruation or bodily functions of all kinds, this story is not for you.

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Eleanor had been very relieved—no, overjoyed—when the District Court of the Women's Republic had released her from her punishment for the adulterous conduct in which she had engaged with Gail's husband. Many had regarded her sentence as excessively severe; probably most women regarded it as appropriate. The three beautiful but severe women judges had sentenced her to be infibulated for one year: this meant that small rings were placed in her labia and locked in place to connect her labia so as to make sexual intercourse impossible. Only a small opening in her vulva was left for flow of menstrum and urine. 

Gail, with whose husband—now banished to another city—Eleanor had consorted, had fought in court to extend the punishment and requested the court to continue the harsh and intrusive sentence. However, the court found her pleading to have been made in bad faith and instead punished her and imposed a severe sanction of bared-bottom caning on her counsel.

It had been a painful year for Eleanor. Everyone who knew her was aware of the intimate details of her punishment, as the Women's Compass newspaper had actually printed a diagram showing how she had been infibulated. Many of her friends had deserted her, feeling no doubt that their own reputations stood to be diminished by any association with an adulteress who had been sentenced to such a demeaning punishment. Men also were fearful of associating with her in this age of women's rule.

Two weeks after the favorable ruling and the removal of the rings she so despised, Eleanor was finally ready to go out on her first date in many months. She had become friendly with Jackson at her job and she enjoyed his light manner, pleasant attitude, and willingness to tell her that he regretted what had happened to her and thought all the publicity was unfair. He had invited her out for dinner this Friday and she had had her hair styled specially.

Now she was dressing and she began to think that the evening could well end in one of their apartments. She pulled down her favorite pale blue panties to inspect her pudenda: the marks from the rings were still visible, of course, but the tiny holes were not as clearly obvious. She recalled that the previous week, she had been able to use tampons for her period for the first time in a year. Never had she appreciated that privilege more since she had been deprived of its exercise.

Now she pulled up the panties, hooked her matching bra, and slipped on a nice bronze short-sleeved top and a smart grey flannel skirt to go with her sheer hose and burgundy pumps.

After the quickie with Dennis the previous week, Eleanor had also "tried out her equipment" the previous night. She owned a rather large and lengthy penis-like dildo which she had lubricated and carefully inserted in her vaginal opening. She was delighted to have felt no pain at all on entry, even though nothing of any similar size—even that superplus tampax had been comparatively slim—had been in her vagina for more than a year. She even had felt herself responding to the lovely invasion and was wildly pleased that her muffin (which she had called her parts "down there" since she was a girl) was still able to be the site of her orgasm.

The dinner had been at one of the new fusion restaurants and had gone swimmingly. Jackson easily engaged Eleanor in conversation and she had only warm feelings as he smiled at her and she gazed back lovingly, entranced by his manly appearance, scent, and smile. She clutched his arm closely as they left the place, and she felt herself becoming very warm in her crotch as she envisaged the rest of the evening.

She invited him back for coffee but he instead suggested that he do that for her, at his place. This made Eleanor all the happier, because maybe this would be an all-night encounter, as he would feel no need to leave her and cause an inevitable let-down after their lovemaking. But she stopped this thought as getting ahead of things.

When they arrived at his place, Jackson made the coffee and then joined her on the couch. It was not long before they were in each other's arms and he had carefully removed her blouse and skirt. Clad in her bra and panties, she smiled and suggested they might prefer being in the bedroom. Jackson happily picked her up and carried her over the threshold of his delightfully appointed bedroom as if she were his new bride.

Jackson was well-dressed, in a navy sport shirt with khaki slacks. He rapidly unzipped his own trousers, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and took off his white undershirt. Now moving into bed beside Eleanor, he softly unhooked her bra, caressed her 34B breasts until the nipples rose responsively, and then slid her pale blue undies right down. She wondered how any touching of her genital area would feel but had only a moment until he moved down and began to apply his tongue to her muffin—her labia, vagina, and clit. There was no pain and it was heavenly.

His shorts somehow had slipped off him and she responded by leaning over to take his turgid member in her mouth, applying soft lips to the glans and then ran her nail down lightly from the opening at the tip to under his scrotal sac. He was actually larger than the dildo, she thought, and hoped for the best as his oral ministrations elicited her own organs to release plenteous juices. 

She was very very happy and the realization that Jackson had never been married made her feel even lovelier. She soon felt the tip of his penis push through her labia into her waiting love channel. Eleanor braced herself as she anticipated the ultimate moment, that instant when he would stretch her vagina as his large tool plunged into her long dormant canal. Now was the moment she craved and feared as he began the delightful in-and-out that would be her first real fucking in more than a year and she hoped against hope that she would feel no pain.

Thank goodness for that surgeon, she thought, remembering that First Deputy Surgeon Capt. Grace had assured her that she would be restored to perfect condition after her sentence. She also fondly thought of Annette, the kindly senior correctional officer, who had stood up for her since she had followed the rules. 

The rules did require that Eleanor check in every so often with Annette, and Eleanor thought it was a good idea for her to tell the correctional officer about the upcoming date with Jackson. Annette had smiled and told Eleanor that she was very happy her life seemed to be coming together. Then she initialed the visit form and wrote down that the releasee was again dating and that this was fully approved by the officer.

Now it all blew past her as this wonderful man was fucking her so-recently closed-up pussy. The sentence, she now realized, had been inhuman. She could not survive without this lovemaking, she thought, as she orgasmed and as she felt his semen propelled deep in her vaginal vault on its way to her uterus.

"I love you, Eleanor," Jackson said with feeling, "and I want to take you away from here so you can forget all the awful stuff." He nuzzled close to her and then moved down between her nether cheeks and applied what she now knew was a highly talented tongue to her other opening, the tiny rosette which she herself had found herself playing with when her vulva had been—incapacitated.

"Oh, Jack," Eleanor gushed in happiness, "you're making me so so happy. You have no idea of how awful a year it had been—that's right, had been—because now it's over. I felt less than a woman with what they did to me."

"You feel like a wonderful woman to me, Ellie," Jackson responded, as he also cleverly insinuated his tongue in her rear. Eleanor was a bit surprised, even though she knew from her own experience with her fingers there that her anus was very sexually sensitive. She was also quietly happy she had bothered to clean herself very very thoroughly in her rear—inside and out.

Eleanor couldn't believe that she was about to come, to explode in fact, from the stimulation in her anal opening. This was something totally new to her and she thought quickly that it was too bad she hadn't thought of it during her punishment. But then she realized that the court might not have taken kindly to her dating during her sentence.

The talented tongue did its work on Eleanor's highly erogenous zone inside her anus and suddenly she felt her insides melting and exploding with fantastic pleasure. Her vagina and rectum were both so stimulated that they went into paroxysms simultaneously and she had a huge mighty orgasm. It produced a huge fart from deep within her bowels and she suddenly was aware that she had expelled something from way inside.

Shaken by what she feared had happened, Eleanor looked down to see a slightly surprised Jack with a few streaks of unmistakable brown sprayed on his face. "Oh, darling," she exclaimed with true feeling, "will you ever forgive me to treating you so badly as to do that to you?"

Jack laughed and said that he would recover as Eleanor decided to take her handkerchief and wipe the offending streaks from her lover's face. "It serves me right, sweetie, for daring to lick your lovely ass," he kidded. "Next time I'd better stay up front, although you better warn me if you have your period." Strong man though he was, Jack clearly craved the love of a dominant woman.

Eleanor's face reddened at the mention of her menstrual period but she giggled and stayed in the spirit he had started, "Oh darling, if only I had known, it was last week and yes, it's when I'm at my hottest. I want you to take out my tampax next time...with your teeth," she grinned, amazed at her effrontery. She had never dared to talk like that to any man, or woman for that matter, but this man released some switch on her personality and she longed to share his earthiness, which seemed to be a nice kind of earthiness. She also realized that the punishment she had undergone had not eliminated a somewhat hidden but still significant dominant aspect of her personality.

"I think I must have...stimulated something back there," he said, in an apologetic tone, and Eleanor, still a bit abashed, said maybe she should go powder her nose. Then, as she had risen to escape to the bathroom, she looked at him and asked if he would join her there. "Oh sweetie, you are the woman of my dreams," he answered.

Once in the bathroom, Ellie sat down on the toilet and let fly with her pent-up pee. Then she heard herself emit the most unladylike farts, followed by her expulsion of a fairly large log, which fell from her anus with a loud plop. Jack looked on amazed at this wonderfully brazen girl and told her he loved everything about her, including her being able to perform her most intimate functions in his presence. He pointed his penis between her spread legs and the golden stream poured out between her legs as it fell into the bowl. He had aimed right at her vulva and she loved the feel of his powerful stream on her hard, aroused clit.

Eleanor moved to take a few sheets of tissue from the toilet roll to wipe herself front and back. Jack saw her move and took the paper and bade her rise enough so he could wipe her, in the proper female way, from front to back. He took some more paper and proceeded to wet it a bit from the sink so he could clean her thoroughly as she lewdly held her bottom cheeks apart for his attentions. Eleanor wept at how wonderful this man was to do this for her.

As he saw her cry, she hurriedly told him these were happy tears. "Darling, no one has been so kind to me for so long," she barely managed to say, and he took her in his arms and held her tight and kissed her long and deeply. He kissed her down her bare front, stopping to pay homage to her pert and now pointed nipples. Then he kissed her belly and finally, the temple between her legs, the temple that had been profaned by her horrible punishment.

Again she orgasmed out of sheer happiness. Jack held her during this lovely moment and as she emerged from her ecstasy, he bent down on one knee and asked, "My darling Ellie, I know this is sudden but you know I have never done this before. I want you to marry me and under our system, you will be my loving and governing mistress."

Jack's proposal referred to the law of the Republic, which established the wife as the ruler of all households. It was even the new tradition that upon marriage, the wife would be presented with the slim cane that would symbolize her authority. The cane was the perfect disciplinary instrument for the wife, of course, since it could inflict stinging sanction upon any male bottom with merely the flick of the lady's wrist.

"Oh yes, darling, yes, yes, yes," Eleanor said almost in a trance, so overcome was she at this turn of events. She knew she loved this man and he had more than indicated that he was not just giving routine deference to the new regime, a regime which had subjected Eleanor to such severe disciplining itself."

Now they sat on his bed as they planned their life together. Eleanor enjoyed being able to play with Jack's semi-erect penis as he diddled her still-firm and protruding clit. They speedily decided that they would move away from the capital, so as to escape the scene of Eleanor's humiliation, although they were careful to avoid the distant town to which her adulterous lover had been banished.

Eleanor's skills meant that she would easily find employment to her liking, and Jack too had sterling references from all the women who had supervised him, which meant he too would fare well. Jack nuzzled next to her and began to lick her vulva yet again, which got her juices flowing anew. 

"I want to make you ever so happy, darling," he said, "and to make you forget when you can all that has happened here until today." Eleanor took him in her arms and they hugged in the nude until they could no longer stand.

Eleanor told him that she would need to see Annette to obtain permission to change her status. She assured him that she expected no problems. And indeed, when she went to the court to see the older woman who had become her friend and mentor, Annette told her how happy she was about the tidings. "It's so hard to find just the right man in this atmosphere," she said to Ellie. "I wouldn't take to a brooding type who really wants to rule, nor some sniveler."

When Eleanor told Annette that Jack seemed to love everything about her, Annette smiled and handed her the approved status change form. "I am also going to file to release you from supervision," she added, "so you can easily relocate without fear of having someone who is not right take charge of you."

Eleanor knew it was acceptable to kiss her on the cheek and she did so, with warmth that belied the official nature of their relationship. Annette had her wait and several minutes later, the very efficient senior correctional officer emerged with the approved form and showed Eleanor something very unusual, which had been added in blue-black ink, clearly by hand, in the space at the bottom of the form.

It read as follows:

"BY ORDER OF THE DISTRICT COURT OF THE WOMEN'S REPUBLIC.

"Before: DIANNE, CHIEF JUDGE, and LESLEY and MARGARET, ASSOCIATE JUDGES.

"On consideration of the representations of the senior correctional officer, it is hereby

ORDERED that Eleanor is released from all supervision of this court and its affiliated agencies of the Women's Republic, and it is

FURTHER ORDERED that Eleanor is given permission of this court to marry Jackson, with all authority as wife assigned to her always.

BY THE COURT and with the warmest best wishes of its members, who have hereunto subscribed their names:

Dianne, C.J. Lesley, J. Margaret, J.

Annette told Eleanor she had arranged for Chief Judge Dianne to perform the marriage ceremony personally the next day. Jack was delighted that they were to be so honored and only the two of them, along with Annette, appeared in the Chief Judge's magnificent judicial chambers for the ceremony.

Eleanor wore a lovely and conservative blue pinstriped skirt suit and Jack was clad in a pleasant gray Glen Plaid suit. Dianne wore an extraordinarily fine navy suit and offered her personal congratulations to the couple as they then exchanged rings and pledged eternal love and loyalty to each other.

"You have managed to overcome the very serious results of your own behaviour," Dianne told Eleanor, "and I am delighted to be able to restore you to the full privileges of a woman in our Republic as well as conferring upon you the special authority of a wife."

With that she presented Eleanor with the now traditional ceremonial small, slim cane that every wife would receive in the Republic. "This cane symbolizes the eternal authority of the wife in this marriage," she said, "and I now empower you to consummate the marriage by the initial imposition."

Jack knew it was time for him to unbuckle his trousers and bend over the marriage bench. He undid the buckle, let down his pants, and pulled down his undershorts and bent over. 

Eleanor took the cane from Dianne, kissed it, and lay it across her beloved's bare bottom. While she felt a slight surge deep inside her as she prepared to exhibit her dominance, she still felt some degree of disdain for this woman who had treated her so cruelly. She applied the three quick light strokes that were requisite and heard Jack hold his breath through his teeth as he received the still stinging marks of his marriage to his lady and mistress.

As Jack recovered his clothing, Eleanor carefully bent the whippy cane on itself and placed it in her handbag, where it would remain as the symbol and weapon of her authority. She knew that the cane would get good use from them both, because while it was clear Jack had accepted the full measure of the Republic's values, and wanted a wife who would show her full authority over him, she understood even more than her own punishment had left her also needing to feel the same stinging kiss on her own bare bottom. 



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 05



[It is not requisite that you first read the earlier stories in this series prior to enjoying this one. However, if you are offended by excretory punishment or infibulation, you should not read the story.]

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Eleanor was one very excited woman as she walked from her apartment to the best restaurant in the city, known simply as The Lounge. Senior Correctional Officer Annette had invited her to this going-away occasion and Eleanor was most grateful to Annette for making her horrible year on infibulatory punishment as tolerable as it had turned out to be.

After all, while Eleanor had suffered public humiliation for her adultery with another woman's husband—her vaginal lips were closed for the year with the surgical insertion of small alloy rings in her labia—and the entire case had been thoroughly reported on in the Woman's Compass newspaper, Annette had made sure Eleanor complied with the requirements set for those under correctional supervision and Eleanor had completed her sentence with no issues arising.

Eleanor now was a married woman herself, ready to move with dear Jackson to another city where they would be far less conspicuous. She entered The Lounge and the hostess smiled when she mentioned her companion and escorted her to a booth. Annette rose and welcomed her and then indicated that there was a third lunch companion, Justice Lesley, one of the three-judge panel that had sentenced Eleanor and also released her from correction.

Justice Lesley was blonde and Eleanor felt a slight bit better about her joining them for lunch because this justice had written the short opinion when Eleanor's prosecutrix, Gail, had tried to extend Eleanor's punishment, an unwise move that resulted in the court, per Justice Lesley's decision, ordering that Gail be caned and that her counsel receive both a caning and some extra Mistress's strokes, that is, imposed on her open vulva.

"Hello, Eleanor," Justice Lesley said with a broad smile. "I hope we might be friends in future. I know you will harbor some resentment towards the court for your sentence but Annette has told me how well you have behaved and we are very pleased with that. And please accept my congratulations on your marriage as well. Dianne informed me [referring to the Chief Justice who had married Eleanor] as to how impressed she was with your husband."

Eleanor smiled in return and told Justice Lesley she was very honored that the judge thought so well of her. Annette then added that she hoped Eleanor would stay in contact with her even when she moved, because after some additional time had passed, Eleanor would be entitled under the code of the Women's Republic to move for expungement of her court record, assuming continued good behavior. "You seem to be a fine candidate for that when it is timely," Justice Lesley noted, "and I will personally review Annette's report when it is completed."

This pleased Eleanor greatly, because it was a signal that she could depend on both of these two powerful women to advance her cause. There had been some good, she now felt, in what she had suffered.

The three ladies celebrated the occasion by ordering a split of Perrier Jouet. They had just finished toasting when Eleanor spotted her archenemy, Gail, walking toward them. She had a nasty look on her face and did not try to avoid seeing them.

When she arrived at their booth, no one invited her to join them. "Thanks for the non-invitation," Gail said with a slight note of disdain, "not that I would want to join any of you for any reason. I'll just wait until this lady"—pointing to Eleanor—"finds out what it's like when her new husband cheats on her."

Justice Lesley saw that this was not a meeting that would make anything better. "I think you had better go on and live without spending any more time here," she said snappily. 

Gail failed to take the hint and merely rejoined, "Oh, I'm fine and I'm certainly not spending any more time with this whore and the ones who support her behaviour."

She did not instantly realize that she had overstepped the line.

"That is uncalled for," Justice Lesley said in a severe tone. "I could have you charged but instead, Annette, will you take her to the ladies' room, and have Eleanor go with you."

Gail blanched and Eleanor somehow refrained from smiling at Justice Lesley's statement, which was tantamount to an order to the senior correctional officer. The ladies room at The Lounge was quite large and in a sense, gave the whole restaurant its theme as well as its name. Women who had offended their superiors were traditionally escorted to the large ladies room here and taken over the lap of their superior to be spanked or otherwise disciplined right then and there.

This was the Republic's carrying on of the old societal practice most of them remembered of mothers taking their misbehaving children into the ladies room to be punished. Here, there were a number of both couches and armless chairs clearly designed for this purpose in the ladies room. There were also a number of cabinets along the wall that contained many punishment implements for use by the chastiser. On the other side of the room were a series of stalls for the principal purpose of the room, which was to serve as a toilet for ladies lunching at the Lounge.

Annette escorted Gail to the ladies room by the hand. She detected some fear on the part of the woman of what was in store for her because of her indiscretion and nastiness. Eleanor followed them and she was mildly surprised to be joined by the very blonde and attractive Justice Lesley. 

"I haven't actually seen a ladies room punishment for some time," the judge whispered to Eleanor. "It seems appropriate for me to join the two of you there."

When they arrived at the ladies room, two of the couches and one chair were in use for their intended purpose. Younger women or teenaged girls were spread across their senior's—usually their mother's—laps with their skirts rather shamefully pulled up and often rather colorful and skimpy panties down at their knees or lower. They were being punished either by the mother's hand loudly spanking their nether cheeks or, in one instance, by the use of a large paddle by a slim, very stylish lady who was probably punishing her submissive, who wore a black leather collar.

Annette selected an available armless chair and with her finger, summoned Gail to stand at her side. "You will lift your skirt well above your waist," she directed, "and lower your panties to below your knees. Then you will place yourself across my lap."

Gail's face immediately and presumably involuntarily reddened but she did what she was told, following the humiliating order. Then she lay across the senior correctional officer's oatmeal tweed skirted lap. She realized an even worse extra punishment would occur as the oatmeal tweed was rough and was irritating her most private places as she lay across it, bared.

Gail was older than the other women being punished in the room and realized that the others were either teenagers or, in the one case, a youthful submissive. This further shamed her and she even began to be sorry that she had gone out of her way to confront Eleanor in the presence of such important women.

Annette now began to spank Gail's white buttocks, which reddened faster than her face. Gail was starting to appreciate what her court-ordered caning had apparently not conveyed to her about the need to accept the court's decision and to get over her anger. 

Worse yet was Justice Lesley's seating herself right in front of Gail's tear-filled face. "You need to learn to be appreciative of what this Republic has done for you," she told the woman as Annette spanked Gail. "We ordered a woman who had damaged you to receive a very severe punishment. She was infibulated for a year. You should be ready to move on, as she is."

While Gail was starting to understand the situation she was in—she knew that all her friends would soon hear via the women's grapevine about her being spanked in the ladies room of The Lounger—she did not respond quickly enough to Judge Lesley, who expected such deference based on her status.

Annette proceeded to complete the punishment by use of a riding tappet to administer some burning strokes to Gail's crimson bottom. Now Gail was starting to whimper as Annette continued to hit her already bruised and fiery buttocks. Worse for her was to come, however.

Justice Lesley, clearly infuriated by Gail's failure to respond to her advice, decided to intervene in the punishment. She said to Annette, "Bring her over to the punishment stall."

Both Gail and Eleanor winced when they heard this severe statement by the judge. The punishment stall had been provided by The Lounge's operators as a service to women who wished to administer especially humiliating punishment to those who had offended. Men by the way were not excluded even though this was the ladies room. There was a separate area for women to bring men to be punished so they would not see the women under discipline.

The person being punished in the punishment stall was made to lie on her back and insert her head through an opening that was then tightened. When she opened her eyes, she was staring up, her head resting on a shelf above the water level in a special toilet. This person was now Gail, who stared up through the hole in the toilet seat.

Soon the seat was occupied by the pale posterior of none other than Justice Lesley, who had raised her severe black skirt and lowered her white panties so that her bare bottom sat on the comfortable seat. The spread of her cheeks exposed her small anal opening and her larger vaginal lips. Gail now faced the truly devastating situation that one of Justice Lesley's intimate openings would soon open and deliver its contents—of her bladder or her bowels—on Gail's face, perfectly located as a target in the toilet.

Eleanor had never seen this punishment imposed and was most impressed with Justice Lesley's presence as she exposed her intimate areas to view. Annette too was somewhat surprised although the senior correctional officer had both viewed and administered this kind of discipline during her long career.

A muffled scream from Gail indicated that Justice Lesley had apparently released something onto Gail's face and from what Eleanor smelled, it likely was fecal matter from the judge's anus. Then the women heard a spray hit the woman's face, both washing off the soft feces and conveying the unmistakable scent of both urine and the excrement. Justice Lesley then wiped between her legs, front to rear, deposited the paper in a special container, and rose from the toilet, pulling up her panties and letting her skirt fall. 

She turned back, retrieved a spray cord and nozzle, and opened the control, proceeding then to carefully wash Gail's still stupefied face and upper torso as the spray cleaned off the judge's own feces and urine from Gail's body. Gail was then released from the toilet by Annette, who offered her a towel to dry her upper body.

She knew enough, although she hated having to do it, to stand formally in front of the now-seated Justice Lesley and beg forgiveness by apologizing to the judge and requesting to be released. The judge calmly told her she hoped Gail had learned a lesson and bade her leave.

Annette and Eleanor now joined Justice Lesley, as they returned to their booth for dessert and a final toast. 

"To Eleanor's continuing rehabilitation," Justice Lesley proclaimed, and Annette and a shame-faced Eleanor joined in the pleasant atmosphere. As they soon saw, when departing the premises of The Lounge, Gail's name was being placed on a chalkboard listing those who had been disciplined in the ladies room that day.



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 06



 [Readers will likely enjoy this story more if they have read the previous five chapters of Eleanor's story. But this installment can stand on its own. No one and nothing in it deals with anyone under 18 years of age. There is indirect reference--from previous chapters--to infibulation, which may bother some, who should stop reading right here.] 



Eleanor was adjusting well to her new life in the new city. She was deeply in love with Jackson, and felt that marrying him was one of the better decisions she had made. Her life and her love made her put her horrible encounter with the law in the Women's Republic quite far back in her consciousness. 

Yes, there were still scars on her labia from the cruel rings that had been placed there to infibulate her for a year as punishment for her adultery with another woman's husband. But now she and Jack had sex a lot and she experienced absolutely no pain even without using the special ointment that the Senior Correctional Officer had been so nice to give her.

Although her scary punishment had made her somewhat unpopular because of the extensive media coverage, Eleanor now found it easier to make friends. Women in the Republic were more outgoing and even if Eleanor's name rang a bell of recognition, most of her new acquaintances would even tell her that they had felt sorry for what had happened to her and had a lot of respect for how well she had persevered.

She found it relatively easy to get a good job in the new city, one that drew on her organizational and creative skills. She saw a notice for a communications position and filled out the forms and e-mailed them. Soon she heard back and was called for an interview with a pleasant woman her own age named Janet. Janet was a flaming redhead who dressed nicely but not extravagantly, Eleanor thought.

The company was called Goose Cookers, which attracted Eleanor's attention. It was typical of new kinds of enterprises that produced trendy clothing for with-it young women, with a small logo emblem on the short skirts and sleeveless tops, as well as slightly more demure but stylish dresses: a laughing goose, which provided the trade name of the clothing, which was "Silly Goose."

Janet was sitting behind a large but modern desk in a medium-sized office and Eleanor had seen her name on the building directory listed as "Senior Vice President" which gave little indication of her responsibilities. There were other names above Janet's, a Chairman and a CEO and about three more.

The interview went well for Eleanor. Janet seemed to like her way of easing into important topics in her background and Janet in turn put her at ease by smiling when Eleanor mentioned she hoped to move past her own notoriety. Janet nodded as if to say, "I know and I could care less." 

She casually remarked to Eleanor that the company was exploring how to extend its Silly Goose line, which had proven highly popular. Yet, Janet added, trends change and they didn't want to be caught on the downside of something that fell out of fashion as quickly as it had led the market.

"Have you thought about underwear?" Eleanor asked her, responding after at least conveying the idea that she had devoted some moments to thinking before responding to Janet's tender to chime in. 

"That's a specialized field," Janet replied, seeming to doubt the viability of that tack.

Eleanor renewed her idea, however, by continuing her thought. "Instead of using the name—Silly Goose is such a great name—for children's underwear, which would be the 'logical' direction," and she emphasized the "logical" so as to denigrate it, "what about making cute girly underwear for women, for adults, who will get a kick out of wearing little panties with your Silly Goose all over them but which fit nicely despite looking like the undies little girls wear?"

She added a bit more of her reasoning for Janet to consider. "I find that many women—especially style-setters—like the little-girl look so long as the clothing is well-made for grown-up women," Eleanor explained. "Not only that, but in our advertising"—she clearly was assuming she had become part of the "team" already—"let's take the high road and state that we don't make anything for women under 18."

Janet smiled and said Eleanor had given her much to think about. "I'm serious, dear," she added, "and don't be too surprised if you hear back from us quite soon. Thank you so much for coming in today."

Eleanor left in a happy mood, although she figured the woman might just have decided to take her idea and run with it, knowing that Eleanor was hardly in a position to assert her rights. But she could not have known that Janet was mightily impressed by her and had rarely given any interviewee the wink-and-nod that Eleanor had received.

The next morning Eleanor's doorbell rang and a liveried male messenger stood before her with a monogrammed envelope, which he handed to her.

"I've been asked to wait for your response," he said very calmly to her, in the subservient tone that men knew to employ in the Women's Republic.

Eleanor opened the envelope with its "JKS" monogram and scented aura to find a personal note on thick, creamy note paper with the selfsame monogram. 

"Dearest Eleanor, We love your idea and we love you. Your office will be ready for your arrival tomorrow. Do me the honor of coming to lunch today. I have asked the bearer to await your response. Fondly, Janet."

Appropriately charmed, but realizing that she was dealing with a very clever woman so caution was in order, Eleanor smiled, picked up a sheet of her own notepaper, and wrote back a simple acceptance. 

"Charmed—just tell me where and when, Yrs, Eleanor."

When Eleanor had received the necessary phone calls from Janet's aides spelling out the excellent restaurant and its location chosen by Janet for the lunch date, she picked out a nice light suit and lovely chenille blouse to wear. Just for effect, she decided to wear a very edgy pair of seamed hose she had kept for special occasions, with her favorite burgundy pumps.

She appeared at the specified address, which was only given to her as a street address, and was greeted by an impressive front, with a handsome wooden door with much brass. After ringing, a well-dressed young woman opened the door and invited her to enter.

"You must be Eleanor," she smiled. "Janet is waiting for you at her table." With that, another smooth young lady escorted Eleanor to a table in the midst of a medium-sized dining room, tastefully adorned with pictures of world-renowned women, from Eleanor Roosevelt to Margaret Thatcher to Sally Ride.

Janet was sitting with two women who looked to be about her age or slightly older and they were introduced to Eleanor as Antoinette and Deborah. 

"Ladies, this is Eleanor, of whose brilliance I have apprised you. Eleanor, this is Antoinette—call her Toni—our chairman—yes, we still use that word for public purposes—and Deborah, you can call her Deb—who is our CEO," Janet said rather unceremonially.

The other two women smiled and welcomed Eleanor. "We thought you'd enjoy lunching with us here at the Vic," Deb said rather off-handedly.

Eleanor tried to suppress her amazement. She had heard about the extremely exclusive Victoria, a club for professional women in the city that was highly secretive. Few even knew its location and it had no markings outside. Eleanor had a few friends who had referred to it in a knowing way, but she knew they had never graced the inside of its premises. Women waited years to even be considered for junior-level membership, she recalled.

"If you like it," Toni added, "Janet can get you in fairly soon." Eleanor had to keep her brain for going into over-drive. This was all happening much too fast and she also realized that she was excited in a way she hadn't been for ages—her panties were soaked as this high had gone right to her pussy.

Janet sat back, recognizing that her scheme to impress Eleanor into a quick affirmative decision was moving along quite nicely. She grinned at Eleanor as if to convince her that the two of them understood what all this carrying-on was about but could surmount it to achieve their own true goals.

"I'm sure you grasped right off, Eleanor—can I call you Ellie or El?" Janet began. 

"I like Ellie a lot," Eleanor responded coolly but with a friendly smile.

"You saw that we like you and your idea and hope that this one was but the first of many," Janet went on. "Suffice it to say that we have prepared a good package for you and hope you will do us the favor of giving us a prompt response. Please do have your lawyer review our paperwork but look at it now long enough to let us know if we're heading in the right direction." With that, she handed Eleanor a large white envelope, which was unsealed.

Eleanor took out the sheaf of papers, which had a cover letter and then many forms. The cover letter said she would be made an Assistant Vice President, with major responsibilities for communications and "imagination." The salary was $350,000 with a sentence adding that there would be stock options and further salary adjustments considered at relatively short intervals.

Eleanor grinned and managed to retain some presence as she calmly explained to the three that although she was new to this area, she welcomed the chance to join what looked to be one of the most promising enterprises she had observed to be operating nationally. 

"I'll have the forms and stuff reviewed and back to you," she added. "I really do look forward to getting going with you."

The three breathed a collective sigh of relief and the rest of the lunch passed without business being broached. Eleanor admired both the cuisine—she had a perfect salad, mostly caprese but with all kinds of other accoutrements, and the business-like manner in which the women conducted the lunch. Business completed, they discussed the arts and all sorts of insightful issues.

As they departed, Janet took her aside and said quietly, "I really am glad you can come on board so quickly because we specialize in getting things into production and distribution amazingly quickly—even if someone else gets wind of our plans." Eleanor told her in reply that she too liked to get right at something and was appreciative of how she had been treated by Janet and the others.

***

She had a hard time spelling out for Jack how incredible her job-seeking experience had turned out. He grasped her excitement but when he heard her idea, he gave a slight frown and said, "That's all it is—some kind of panties?"

Eleanor was close to being crushed but retained her cool long enough to tell him, " Jackson, darling, don't think I don't love you to death, but if you ever respond that way to something like this again, even though I need someone to throw cold water on my flights of fancy, I will cane you to within an inch of your life."

There was a steel in her tone that he never had heard before.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," he answered, with a slight quake in his voice, as he understood he had gone way past the limits. "I didn't mean to make light of your amazing feat."

"Well, it hasn't been amazing yet," Eleanor said, still in a stern tone, "but get up, bend over the chair, and lower those trousers and shorts, darling. You've earned yourself some marital discipline."

Jack knew she wasn't joking. A woman who had suffered what she did for sexual activities did not jest about punishment that had a sexual tinge to it. He did what she had ordered and soon his trousers and white shorts were at his ankles and he bent over the dining-room chair. Eleanor watched him and chuckled as she saw him spread his legs wide enough—men were taught how to adopt the proper stance when in grade school now—so she could see his hairy wrinkled scrotum through them.

Eleanor reached into her handbag and withdrew the marital cane Chief Justice Dianne had given to her at the wedding ceremony. She expertly lay it across her husband's bottom cheeks and flicked it thrice across the middle as he could not suppress crying out from the sheer blazing pain she was inflicting. Now she let the three strokes sink in as the tell-tale red lines emerged on his white bottom cheeks.

Next she aimed low, at the crease between bottom and thighs and again flicked her wrist twice this time to apply two searing strokes to this highly sensitive region. Jack could not restrain his scream now.

Eleanor did take pity on him, however, and told him he could recover his trousers and shorts. He did but she stopped him from commenting with a brush of her hand.

"Jackson, you clearly need some further re-education," she intoned. "In recognition of what you said before, you will wear a pair of my tightest little panties for the next few days until I feel you have learned your lesson."

Jack knew he had not suffered all that much, and had renewed respect for his wife. He nodded and kissed her on the lips. This elicited a smile and a hug and she whispered that he was forgiven. But he better wear the panties, she added, until she told him to take them off.

***

Eleanor telephone Senior Correctional Officer Annette to get a recommendation quickly for a good lawyer who knew corporate world things. She luckily was connected immediately and Annette referred her to someone in Eleanor's new city whom Annette had known well from seeing her in court. Valerie Grayson was not a criminal lawyer but she knew everyone who was anyone, and this had included both Annette and Judge Lesley, for whom she had done personal legal work.

When Eleanor telephoned her chambers and left word for her to call back, mentioning, as Annette had suggested, both of the two clients with whom Eleanor of course was familiar, she was not surprised when the receptionist put her through right then.

"This is Valerie Grayson," a deep cool voice intoned. "I'd like to know how I can be of service, in view of your references."

Eleanor explained her situation and outlined her experience with Goose Cookers. "I'll send over someone to pick up the papers," Valerie responded with alacrity. "We'll make it so you can play their game. Plan on stopping by my office, 7 Austen ("that's like Jane, not Texas) Commons," she added) at 7," she said, "assuming that would be convenient."

Eleanor knew that this was not the usual way of Valerie's doing things but was getting used to the fast lane.

"I'll be there then," Eleanor said crisply.

She had Jack, who already knew his way around the city, drive her and right at 7, she rang the outer doorbell and a buzzer signaled that she could enter the building. She faced a single open-doored elevator and entered it. It automatically took her to the proper floor—not indicating what it was, as is often the case in newly-constructed elite office buildings nowadays—and she emerged in a cozy suite of offices. 

A pleasant-looking young woman—blonde in a very short skirt and crisp white blouse—was there to escort her to Valerie's room.

"Greetings, Eleanor," Valerie smiled, "you've definitely arrived..." After letting the pause sink in, she went on, "And I can assure you that this is the right place for you—both our firm and Goose Cookers. I do do business with them but you will always be my client and you will always come first. The paperwork is fine although I will have them make a couple of changes in your favor so they know you are alert. That's what I'm here for," Valerie declared.

"I was hoping that there would be no conflicts that would mess this up," Eleanor said. "I do have one thing to ask you about. I looked you up and saw your were in partnership at one time with a woman named Rose."

"Yes, I was," Valerie said, with a start, "but she's an older criminal lawyer. I don't feel we should have any problems."

Eleanor explained her history and Valerie acknowledged that she had heard about it, as it had been widely discussed in the profession.

"I will tell you that Rose and I severed our professional relationship some years ago," Valerie said clearly, "and I have had no contact with her since then. I understand if you wish not to proceed, but I can assure you it would have no bearing on my loyalty and legally it has no standing."

"I appreciate that, Valerie," Eleanor answered, "and I want you to represent me. I hope this settles that."

"It does indeed, and I look forward to a very productive partnership—that is how I view my clients—for us," Valerie declared with a smile.

"Thank you, again," Eleanor added.

Valerie had a curious look on her face. "I heard about what happened, including what Rose did and how she was punished," she said, inquiringly. "Would you mind telling me about what happened since I know you were allowed to witness it?"

Eleanor related the account with as little emotion as possible (see "A Very Shameful Punishment, Ch. 02" for the story) and Valerie let out a whistle, making Eleanor think that whistling was a defining characteristic of women lawyers. 

"She was always going too far for bad clients," Valerie commented after Eleanor finished.

"Even though you know how awful my punishment was," Eleanor admitted sheepishly, "I was a bit shocked at their giving a woman of that age three Mistress's strokes. She really took them better than I might have expected, and certainly better than I could have."

Valerie whistled again and said, "I hope we never have to discuss this again and I look forward, Eleanor, to serving you with great success."

Eleanor again thanked her. Valerie looked her in the eye and asked with a smile, "I have a feeling you told them something that really turned them on about you. Can I ask what that was?"

Eleanor smiled back, and thinking quickly, said, "Valerie, I know you are bound by the canons and by your statement of loyalty, but let's wait until this goes a little further before I let it out, even to you. I gave them this idea to get the job so I know it will be theirs and they have compensated me nicely for it already as you have noted."

"As you wish, Eleanor," Valerie said, calmly, "and you are right that even if it is as good as I imagine it must be, they have been fair to you in advance so I would feel the same way about the deal, to the extent of my knowledge, of course."

***

Eleanor returned to her apartment and Jackson was in good spirits. She asked him to lower his trousers and she was pleased to see that he had donned the ruffled panties she was making him wear as punishment.

"All right, big boy," she grinned, "get those off and let's celebrate in bed."

She stripped, was pleased that he lay back on the bed so she could take the superior position, straddling him so he could lick her vulva and tease the tip of her clit with his tongue. After she came and wet his face, she moved around so he was staring at her sweet ass cheeks and watched as she mounted his hard member. 

Feelings of relief and joy mounted in her as her vaginal sheath slid down his firm prong and she engulfed him inside her. She rode him well and soon he asked her permission to expel his cum into her, which was duly granted. They collapsed into each other's arms.

The next morning, Eleanor again got dressed in a nice outfit, grey skirt and navy blouse with gold scarf. She arrived at Goose Cookers, was oriented by a knowledgeable woman who, it turned out, was Janet's executive assistant, and gave her both key fobs and everything else she needed and needed to know. 

Eleanor looked at her later in the day and said, "Janet seems to be in charge but why is she only the Senior Vice President?"

"Eleanor," Kathryn, the exec assistant, responded with a smile, "it's clear that Janet sensed you know what you were about. Janet owns the company but she prefers not to be the titular head. With the other two, who know they work for her, she can make people think she herself isn't as important so they may be less guarded with her."




A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 06



Smiling broadly in response at her perspicacity, Eleanor inside began looking forward to a very productive relationship with the owner she had so obviously impressed.



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 07



[Reading the earlier chapters will make this one more enjoyable. All characters are over 18.] 

*

Eleanor was pleasantly surprised by how rapidly Goose Cookers could turn her idea into a product and get it to market. She herself jumped into the fray of preparing marketing information and designing the communications strategy. The company had sold women's sportswear with its trademarked symbol-logo of a grinning goose. Now, plans proceeded to produce a line of women's underwear.

The line would use the now-famous goose logo but starting with the panties, the logo would be imprinted all over the garment and the design, while sized for adult women, would resemble the cute undies worn by little girls. Eleanor aided the production staff to extend this idea to the line of bras. They too would have the Silly Goose logo but would look like training bras worn by pre-teens, while being made to accommodate the ample busts of fully-grown ladies. 

"For the little girl inside every mature woman" was one tagline that the company's publicity crew was intending to use to launch the ad campaign. Lastly, the new products included camisoles, garter belts, and yes, little socks, that all bore the Silly Goose logo. The Women's Republic may have been quite serious in placing women in charge, but this didn't mean, Eleanor thought, and clearly her colleagues agreed, that women didn't want to let down their hair and act like kids once in a while. Especially young women, Eleanor mused.

Her relationship with Janet also developed nicely. Once she realized that although Janet had taken a lesser title in the company despite her ownership and control, Eleanor treated her as respectfully as possible. The other women in the ruling triad—Toni and Deb—clearly went back a long way with Janet and were her trusted advisers. 

Eleanor also deferred to them whenever anything came up that seemed to demand that kind of approach. She understood that having good ideas was one thing—and she had already shown them that she could keep coming up with more—but the people with whom you worked had to like you and respect you, too. She knew that Janet would appreciate her attitude and not regard her merely as some fawning subordinate.

The women had been true to all the promises they had made to entice her into their company. Eleanor had been amazed that they casually told her at that first lunch that she would soon be inducted into the Victoria—the most elite club for professional women in the city. Soon, Eleanor received a letter on thick, cream-colored stationery inviting her to lunch with members of the admissions committee. 

When she mentioned this to Deb, the CEO smiled and gave her a run-down on each committee member and how to handle the likely questions without seeming either too coached or too clueless. At the meeting Eleanor was calm and collected. She was aware that her sponsors would carry a good deal of weight but she mustn't appear too sure of herself.

One question made her start in surprise, although underneath she really was not surprised, given the notoriety she had found through her unfortunate encounter with the court. One somewhat older lady named Margaret smiled as she asked Eleanor whether she felt her "legal problems" might draw unwanted attention to the club should she be admitted.

Eleanor managed to suppress a frown despite her immediate shock at the question. She composed herself quickly and responded, "I'm not at all proud of my behavior that resulted in the court case and the consequent notoriety. That was one reason I came to this city for a new start. I was lucky enough to marry a wonderful partner recently and I have truly found a warm working place with the Goose Cookers. So I feel I have done and will continue to do everything I can to avoid the public eye and bring only credit to myself, my company, and everyone with whom I may be associated."

It looked like Margaret was satisfied with Eleanor's answer but Eleanor left the meeting a bit shaken. The committee chair, who was named Agatha, escorted her out and whispered to her that she had done admirably: "I know you were somewhat taken aback by Margaret's question but I can assure you that everyone wanted it asked and I think we all found your response superb and appropriate, Eleanor."

Soon, her suspense was ended when another thick, cream-colored letter arrived informing her that she had been elected to membership. That same day, Janet called her in, grinned at her, and told her she was pleased Eleanor had passed muster with the Victoria.

"Don't let it go to your head, darling," she kidded her. "They like us there and it would have been harder, probably, to cross us. But I understand you handled them beautifully, too. Thanks for that. You made it easy for us."

Eleanor was happy. Her home life was also good. Jackson had found a good position as well, not that easy an objective for men in the Women's Republic. He also understood that his wife, whom he loved as much as she loved him, could let out her feelings when she came home, and sometimes that meant he was on the receiving end, actually his rear end was there, of her little marital cane that was always in her handbag.

But their sexual life was wonderful, he conceded to himself. Eleanor was really a hot number in bed, he smiled. He never had enjoyed sex so much and if she wanted to punish him now and again, whether playfully or punitively, he was ready to grin and bear it, literally.

Eleanor did not give her past difficulties much more thought any more. The holes in her labia from the infibulating rings had mostly healed over. She felt no pain and hardly noticed them these days. Thus she was very surprised to read that the husband with whom she had dallied—behavior that had led to her conviction and highly humiliating punishment—had been arrested back in the city where this had all occurred.

Graham had been a looker and it was clear that he resented his wife, Gail, immensely. Gail had not kept in shape, had ballooned in weight, and developed a very annoying attitude. Graham took a liking to this nice girl, Eleanor, in his office and soon they lunched together and then did more than that together. 

Gail was not stupid, however, and found out about it and retained highly able counsel to press her complaint. As we have seen, she succeeded in getting Eleanor punished quite severely but then pressed her advantage after Eleanor had served her sentence, resulting in the tables being turned and Gail herself being sentenced to a serious caning, which was certainly not equal to the year's infibulation that Eleanor had suffered, but was quite a humiliation especially since Eleanor got to witness the imposition.

Eleanor had harbored serious resentment against Graham for good reason—even though this was the Women's Republic, she had undergone a punishment that involved mutilation of her genitalia while he had gone scot free. Basically, he had disappeared. Gail would not give him the time of day and he had little interest in returning to her anyway. So he left the country for a time and then slipped back under an alias and a beard. As a versatile operator who could work any business, Graham had no trouble getting back in gear, but one day he was spotted by an old friend of Gail's and soon he was in custody.

The Women's Republic Transcript, the principal quasi-official paper in the city, called on the prosecutors to subject him to the full force of the law. Less restrained opinion commonly called for castration. Eleanor found herself fending off multiple requests for interviews. The company found her a temporary hideaway apartment, which was nicer than her own, and Jackson joined her there.

Adultery remained a very heinous offense in the Women's Republic, which held itself to high ideals. Men in particular were suspected of initiating most cases. Graham had the resources to hire an excellent counsel, Ashley, who was an up-and-comer at the litigating and defense bar. She told him he had better plead, because after Eleanor's experience in court, he could expect nothing but the worst.

"What can they do to me, Ash?" he asked his lawyer in a light vein. 

Ashley lowered her voice and began, "Graham, my boy, the least you can expect is chemical castration. Do you comprehend the pressure these judges will be under? They infibulated your co-respondent for a year, sewed up her snatch! You're lucky if you don't get physically castrated, and yes, they can do that."

Meanwhile, the Silly Goose ladies' lingerie campaign was off to a great start. The company retained a leading teen rock star to model the sexy little girl panties—Sheena was actually 25 years old but she could look like a teen while satisfying the rules against children advertising things like underwear. Her mom, who was all of 46, was of course even better as a model since she was in the bracket at which the whole shebang was aimed. They quickly became known popularly as the Goose Girls and sales boomed.

Eleanor was surprised but hardly shocked when she was subpoenaed to testify at Graham's trial. Janet urged her to have Valerie fight it and fight it Valerie did. Finally, they travelled back to her old haunts to meet with the prosecutors who wanted her to testify to the basic facts. Valerie prepared her well and she rather blandly told them that they might not want to have her testify. When one young prosecutor, a woman who was but six months out of law school, told her they would be the judges of that, she went on in the same dead tone: "Well, you see, he was never actually married to Gail, only I didn't know that back then. But now I have had the resources to find that out. And obviously you didn't know that. I have a feeling you don't want me on the stand."

The young prosecutor, Doris by name, blanched. She immediately realized that she was speaking to a woman who had been wrongly convicted and horribly punished for something that technically was not a crime. 

Valerie picked up the theme. "Of course, you can call her and that's what she'll say and then we'll file the civil suit against the Republic and you can bet we'll prevail, no matter what anyone thinks," she said in a very clear, calm but stern tone. "And you'll have the pleasure of seeing him go free and clear."

No one wanted this to come out. The conference ended with a hand signal from the Chief Prosecutor, Edna, to Valerie. A motion was quietly filed to quash the subpoena. The charges against Graham were not dropped because they had never been officially filed, because the prosecutors, wisely it turned out, wanted to hear from Eleanor first to cement their case. Only they, she, and Valerie thus knew that they never would be filed.

Edna knew that she would have to head off the media's relentless pursuit of a guilty verdict against Graham. She would pass the word to the publisher of the Transcript to spike any stories without explaining it. The alternative, she said, was what no one really wanted—to have the whole system dragged through the mud because Gail had never been cross-examined about the status of her marriage, or non-marriage, as it turned out to be. Also, she added, Eleanor could easily win a major judgment and would only hold off because she wanted no more public attention now that she had established herself in business.

They did not inform Graham's counsel, Ashley, either and she wondered what was going on. Finally, Edna slipped the facts to her and could see the look of surprise on her face. "I bet he was going to save that for the courtroom," Ashley declared to her, violating her own requirement to keep her thoughts about her client to herself. 

"We all owe a lot to Eleanor," Edna said, "and I'm not sure how she will ultimately be compensated, but I intend to make sure she is treated properly. If I were you, I would advise your client to take his ill-gotten resources and clear out, because I wouldn't want to be responsible for him if this ever gets out."

Hearing from Ashley that he was not in danger of prosecution (although she told him she could not disclose the source of her information), Graham smiled, wrote out a substantial check above her invoice to date, and proceeded to assume a different alias because he did not want to leave what had been his home. He had the resources to change his identity and obtain some plastic surgical assistance to complete the job.

Eleanor observed what went on from afar, from her nice new office in another city, the one to which she had moved and already become successful. She was not vengeful, despite her humiliation and the actual pain and suffering she had undergone because of the lies or failure to tell the truth by Gail and Graham. 

She consulted Valerie, actually discussing the case with her on the train ride back to her new home. Valerie told her she figured she could negotiate a major settlement. Eleanor smiled, because she would enjoy the security that that kind of huge sum would ensure. Then she let her other side show, in a rare display.

"Valerie, I want to get back at those holier-than-thou bitches on the bench who did it to me," she said in a low tone. "They never reviewed the file and looked for the basic facts. I could give a crap about Gail, who was and is a pig and was at least caned in my presence for her later offenses. Can we do something to them?"

Her veteran lawyer was slightly amazed by this remarkable turn in her client's demeanor. "If you file a complaint," she said, "they are likely protected by the statutes even for malfeasance, and you will also get the publicity you don't want."

"Right," Eleanor went on, with confidence, "but maybe I don't care now because this will show I was wrongly convicted."

"True," Valerie said, "but you still did it, even if you were technically not guilty. Most people won't see you as some innocent virgin, my dear."

"Would this coming out be enough to roust them from the bench?" Eleanor asked. "After all, they clearly did not assure themselves that the elements were proven. And there's no jury to lay it off on, even if they could."

"I might not be very popular, true, if this came out," Eleanor rejoined, "but they could find themselves in deep doodoo. I think they have more to lose than I do."

Valerie urged her to consult Janet, for whose judgment she had great respect. She also expected that Janet would hold commercial interest highest in her mind and convince Eleanor that the company would not benefit from this kind of publicity just as the major campaign was underway.

Eleanor agreed to follow that course. Valerie was satisfied that she had fulfilled her professional obligations, but hoped Janet would make Eleanor respond to reason. Yet the veteran lawyer knew that Eleanor was right. The judges had not properly reviewed the evidence, or the whole matter would have been dismissed. She also feared for Eleanor, because the technical insufficiency of the case made Eleanor an adulteress in reality rather than in fact or law.

Edna sent a brief note to Chief Judge Dianne, advising her that she needed to meet promptly with her, and Judges Lesley and Margaret. Requests for such ex parte meetings with the Chief prosecutor were rare, and likely would not be granted, because such contacts were normally improper. But Edna was given the courtesy of an audience, since the judges knew she would not make such a request lightly.

She put on her darkest suit and entered the august chambers of the Chief Judge. Dianne and the two other judges who had convicted Eleanor and sentenced her as well were sitting on a couch, dressed in light summer suits.

"Your Honors, we have a problem," Edna began. "It is a problem for me and my office, I will note, but it is even more a problem for you."

No one interrupted her, although there were looks of incredulity. 

"I know you all recall Eleanor," Edna went on, "and I have to inform you that neither my office nor you noticed at the time that the prosecutrix was in fact not married to the co-respondent. We are not liable for civil judgment but you in particular could well be put through extremely embarrassing removal proceedings should she file a complaint, and my office will certainly also be embarrassed. We have dismissed the prosecution pending against the co-respondent. He is now untouchable, because of course of the technical situation. We need to determine what to do for Eleanor."

"What do you think will satisfy her?" Dianne inquired, as the other two judges sat now on the edge of the couch with worried miens.

"She does not need money, so will likely forego civil action," Edna responded. "She has become well established in an exciting business and I suspect the company will persuade her that any publicity would be harmful to them and thus to her."

"We need to do something that will show her personally in the most personal way that we regret what happened and our part in it," Judge Lesley said. "She knows we don't want this to come out and even if her company wants it suppressed, we need some closure or we will be walking on eggshells forever."

"I think you are going overboard," Judge Margaret interrupted. "If she doesn't want this out, what do we have to worry about?"

"I'm afraid this is personal," Edna responded calmly. "She is in a position to embarrass us, and remember how terribly she was embarrassed and physically hurt by what happened. Sometimes it's worse when the person doesn't need the money."

Dianne looked up with a slight grin on her face. "I have an idea," she posited. "The woman who runs her company is a genius, a genius with whom I went to university and in fact, was and am a sorority sister. Only for that reason can I contact her about this."

"Under the circumstances," Edna picked up on the point immediately, "I feel the Chief Judge should proceed as suggested. Do you all concur?"

Two other heads nodded assent.

Later that day, Janet was just about to leave the Vic after a very special occasion. She had been present for Eleanor's initiation into the exclusive society. It had been a very emotional moment for Eleanor, because initiation into this club was not very routine. Eleanor almost declined, until not only Toni and Deb, but Janet convinced her to go ahead with it. 

The ceremony involved her appearing before the three chief officers with her sponsor, who was Deb. The initiate then was expected to lift her white gown, lower her white panties (Eleanor was specifically told that she must not wear Silly Goose underwear), and recline face up and pudendum bared on the council table. Then the Senior Decana would approach her and using a very small razor, soap her bush up and shave a small "V" into her hairy triangle on her mons.

Eleanor had not exposed her pussy in public since the removal of the infibulating rings and was not about to subject herself to anything resembling the horrible punishment now. But Janet told her they all had undergone it and it would put her in an elite group that would always support her, no matter what.

So Eleanor consented and the initiation occurred without any incident, as Janet had advised the officers of the "special situation" that required their prudential conduct.

After they returned to the office, Janet mentioned to her that she had heard from both Valerie and Chief Judge Dianne. 

"I know you feel you have been wronged, darling," Janet said, "but we have to consider what's best for you. I'm not concerned for the company as we will be fine no matter what happens. But you do not need the publicity. You would get a huge settlement but I need to know what you want."

Eleanor realized that Janet understood her. "I don't want the money and I don't need it, as you know, in fact, you know the best of anyone," she said, quietly. "But I want them to do something that shows they are sorry. Sure, I was only technically innocent. But if they had done their job, I would not have been punished the way I was."




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Janet fully appreciated the depth of Eleanor's feelings and how she had reacted to the latest developments in her case. She discussed a few possible outcomes with Eleanor and told her she would see what she could do to resolve this situation.

She proceeded to return Valerie's phone call and told the lawyer that she was going to speak with the Chief Judge and understood how deeply this had affected Eleanor. The two of them agreed that Eleanor deserved something very special. 

"Janet, those judges know you and are aware of your standing," Valerie told her. "If you decide that they should do something even a bit extreme, I think they will accept it to put this behind them."

Janet told Valerie, who was a member of the Vic but not on the governing council, that Eleanor had just been initiated.

"That's terrific," Valerie exulted, "because it puts her into the elite tier of our society which will add some weight to whatever you demand of the judges."

Janet chuckled and told Valerie she would keep her informed. Then she put through a phone call to Chief Judge Dianne. 

When her call was put through, she began, "I have a fairly good expectation that you have an idea as to what I am calling in reference to."

Dianne understood immediately and said, as briefly as possible, "I do."

"Then," Janet went on, "I suspect you will understand my request that you and the other two who sat on that panel need to visit us and take your medicine."

She heard a deep intake of breath on the other end but soon Dianne responded, "Yes, I understand and I will have them accompany me."

Janet advised her to travel quietly—preferably in a court car—the next day and to arrive at the Vic promptly at noon. "We will be sure to have the requisite privacy there," she said. She also advised Chief Judge Dianne to bring Senior Correctional Officer Annette, explaining that Eleanor trusted Annette completely.



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[Readers will enjoy this chapter more if they have read the earlier ones, although a brief summary follows the opening of this chapter. Those offended by discussion of bodily functions should skip this story.] 

In response to Janet's conversation with Chief Judge Dianne, the three judges who had sentenced Eleanor arrived at the elite women's club in Eleanor's new city for a meeting to, as Janet had put it, "to sort things out." Janet had actually told the Chief Judge that the meeting was being held for the three to "take their medicine" but Dianne knew that the others were well enough able to figure out after their meeting with Chief Prosecutor Edna that this would not be a pleasant occasion for them. 

Readers of previous chapters will know that Eleanor had cheated with Gail's husband, Graham, and after Gail discovered this and proceeded against Eleanor in the District Court of the Women's Republic, Eleanor had been sentenced by the three judges to be infibulated for a year. This meant that small rings were surgically inserted in her labia to close off her vagina to intercourse, a refined version of an ancient torture but one regarded by the Women's Republic as appropriate for women who engaged in adulterous behavior with another's spouse.

Eleanor had served her sentence, had had the rings removed, and after a hearing during which Gail sought to have the punishment extended, had the slight satisfaction of seeing Gail punished by the court, along with her counsel, Rose. Gail had been caned in Eleanor's presence, as had Rose, who as the lawyer, had received in addition three Mistress's Strokes, delivered on her open vulva by the Senior Correctional Officer.

Since then, Eleanor had married Jackson, re-located to another city, and secured a major position with the Goose Cookers company there. Janet, who was senior vice president but actually in total control of the company, took a liking to Eleanor because Eleanor had good ideas that were commercially viable. The first was already in production—ladies' lingerie that resembled little girls' panties with the famed Silly Goose logo. This product line recognized that adult women had a liking—even in the austere society of the Women's Republic—for being playful and even childish.

But most recently, Eleanor had discovered that she had been the victim of legal oversight. She now had the resources to fully investigate her situation and learned, initially to her dismay, that Graham had never been married to Gail, and thus Eleanor was technically not guilty of the adultery charges for which she had been adjudged guilty and severely punished.

Conferences had been held, between Chief Prosecutor Edna and the three judges, and also between Eleanor's counsel, Valerie, and the prosecutors, who had been preparing to go to court to get Graham, who had been arrested, punished. Now, the focus turned to how Eleanor could be compensated so as to avoid public disgrace for the judges, and to a lesser extent, the prosecutors.

Eleanor actually had no desire to proceed against her original tormentor, Gail, despite the latter's vengeful behavior. Eleanor thought that Gail was a pig and the less she heard or saw of her, the better. Besides, Eleanor thought further, she had been privileged to see Gail humiliated when Gail unwisely behaved badly to Eleanor at a restaurant when Eleanor had been dining with Senior Correctional Officer Annette and Judge Lesley. Graham, for his part, had taken his counsel's sotto voce advice and disappeared into a new identity. 

In response to a request from Valerie, Eleanor's lawyer, Janet, who ran the company for which Eleanor now worked, had contacted Chief Judge Dianne and set up the impending meeting. In the short interim, however, events outpaced the efforts to control them. Even though the publisher of the Women's Republic Transcript had agreed in the interests of avoiding scandal to suppress the story developments, she had telephoned Chief Prosecutor Edna that afternoon to tell her that word was getting out, as it invariably did, so that a story would appear the next morning.

Edna so informed the judges and after telephoning Valerie, Janet now was informed. She called Eleanor in to tell her and was only slightly surprised to see Eleanor's face begin to show a satisfied smile.

"You didn't go and let this out, did you, Ellie?" Janet asked a tad sharply.

"No way, Janet," Eleanor responded. "You know that I really did not want to have this follow me forever, even if it turned out that I was treated unfairly. And I've discussed it with Valerie and you. I still want them to own up and, as you've put it, take their medicine. I assume they would need for me to file a complaint for them to be brought up on charges?"

"I gather that that is true," Janet responded. "I'm glad you didn't let this out, because I feel I've gotten involved more than I should have, anyway. But now that it's out, we'll have to see what we can do to resolve everything. You'll join me to meet them at noon at the Vic."

This last sentence was spoken more as a command, even though Janet was skilled in getting others to do what she wanted while thinking that they were doing what they had decided they wanted.

Her ever-vigilant assistant brought the day's Women's Republic Transcript in and there was the story, on the front page if at least not the lead item.

"'Adultery' Case Takes Strange Turn

By Anne-Marie Criswell

The rather notorious case that culminated in an accused adulteress being infibulated as punishment for a year took an unusual turn this past week.

The Transcript learned yesterday that although the co-respondent, Graham, had been arrested and was being detained pending the filing of charges, he had been released and, in fact, has apparently left the jurisdiction and possibly even the Republic.

Pressed for some comment about this unexpected and apparent change in direction, Chief Prosecutor Edna declined comment. She merely stated that no charges had been filed and that she would have no further information to provide at this time.

Sources close to the situation disclosed to the Transcript that prosecutors learned what Eleanor, the punished party, had apparently discovered very recently based on her own researches: that Graham and the complainant, Gail, had never actually been married in the eyes of the law. This means, of course, that technically, no adultery could have occurred in the legal sense. Thus, Eleanor had been punished without legal cause.

It has also been learned that Eleanor has no desire to proceed legally against Gail, nor to file a complaint for malfeasance and removal against the three judges, Chief Judge Dianne, and Judges Lesley and Margaret, for their failure to require Gail to have made a proper showing of the fact of marriage.

Thus, this matter remains in limbo. Our source indicated that there may be a meeting held to consider the ramifications of these developments between Eleanor, her counsel, Valerie, and the judges. This would be quite unusual but not totally surprising in view of the complexity of this situation.

Eleanor, we have also been informed, is now employed as Assistant Vice President of the well-known concern, Goose Cookers, and apparently was the guiding spirit behind their recently-launched line of Silly Goose adult women's lingerie. Requested to comment, the firm's Senior Vice President, Janet, regarded as one of the more influential corporate leaders in the Republic, declined comment through a company spokesperson.

***

Janet and Eleanor both took deep breaths after reading the Transcript story. 

"I'd love to know who leaked that," Janet observed. "I suspect it was someone in the courthouse or the prosecutor's office, because there are quite a few there who would like to see the principals embarrassed."

"I wish this had stayed out of the light," Eleanor said, looking a bit ashen. "It doesn't really change anything, and I suppose we may as well meet with them as you had planned. In a way, this story, since there's no major impact, helps to defuse the publicity attraction."

Janet agreed: "This is probably as good coverage as we might have hoped for. Your willingness, Ellie, to let it go regarding going after Gail takes the oomph out of the whole business. I can see the politicians wanting to go to town on this, but without you being the aggrieved party, they will have a hard time doing much. I haven't asked you, of course, what we should be looking to have happen at the Vic today."

"Can I really speak plainly to you?" Eleanor asked, with a very open look on her face. 

"Yes, of course," Janet answered immediately, "and I do realize that it's asking a lot for you to keep from going after all these people."

"You know, Jan," Eleanor said calmly, "I'm in my 40s now and I really think we can do a lot here, with you being such a terrific leader. I'm feeling so much more positive than I have in ages, so I just don't want to go back to all that."

Janet realized that she was probably close to the same age as her new colleague. She finally managed to respond by saying, "You are showing yourself to being a far better person and if I too can speak plainly, you also realize that you are only off the hook on a technicality. I understand the legal situation but most people who hear about this will think you still were wrong, and only would likely feel you shouldn't have been punished that severely."

"You're right, as usual," Eleanor smiled. "I need to make myself remember that just because they were wrong, I was not right. Since they won't be brought up on any charges unless I do it, do you think I can get them taken down a peg or two after our meeting today?"

"Depends on what you want, dear," Janet responded. "Out with it."

"Well," Eleanor began, "I do have to admit that I was pleased to see Gail caned when she had the nerve—especially given what I know now—to try to extend my punishment and even her going after me when she was seen as the wronged one. I disliked her lawyer but I didn't get any enjoyment out of seeing them whip her puss. That correctional officer, Annette, was really as nice to me as she could have been, and I'd like to see something done for her. But back to the issue at hand, what do you think about our getting them to pull down their pants and take the cane from Annette?"

"I think it is suitably humiliating," Janet said in response, "and as judges who normally get incredible deference, it would really take them down some. I will also get them to do what they should and likely would do, anyway, which is vacate your whole sentence and judgment and enter judgment against Gail for bearing false witness, or as the lawyers call it, perjury."

"You've got me," Eleanor said with a grin. She then told Janet about how Gail had been punished at the women's restaurant when she had been rude to Judge Lesley. 

Janet let out a deep breath and observed, "I'm still amazed at that kind of punishment. What they did to you was awful, but I suppose I'm not as hard as they are. I just wouldn't want anyone looking up at me like that, you know, between my legs, and I guess I'm pretty vanilla—I don't get a bit of a charge out of using someone as a potty."

It was clear that the two were in agreement. Eleanor felt very good at seeing how well Janet had helped her through this difficult thought process. Janet liked the fact that Eleanor was not vengeful. Janet was sufficiently competitive that had she been the one punished, she thought, she would have gone for their throats, even if she got no pleasure from more sadistic acts. She did realize, of course, that keeping this whole business under control was very much more in the interests of the business.

***

The judges arrived at the Victoria clubhouse for the noon meeting. They were dressed conservatively, although even though Dianne's lustrous auburn hair and Lesley's blonde tresses and gorgeous figure were notable even as they were attired in similarly crisp white blouses and smart grey flannel skirts. Judge Margaret was a bit older and wore a pleasant navy suit.

Eleanor and Janet were sitting in the well-appointed private room when the visitors arrived. The two were very well-dressed, attesting to their fashion sense and the business in which they worked. Janet wore a stylish patterned skirt and enchanting rose blouse, while Eleanor preferred a navy skirt, with a gold chenille top that had a bit of flair.

The judges were accompanied by Senior Correctional Officer Annette, who was in uniform since she was on duty. Annette was well into her 50s but the uniform made her appear younger and she was in fine physical condition, mainly owing to her own exertions and the requirements of fitness set by her service.

Shortly after the judges arrived and were greeted by Janet and Eleanor, Valerie was announced and was accompanied by Chief Prosecutor Edna.

Janet rather naturally took charge, since it was her city, her meeting, and her club—even though Eleanor and Valerie were members, and the others could have privileges as members of a similar, if less renowned, institution back in the capital city.

"We're here to resolve this situation, which has unfortunately become public," Janet began. "Since everyone knows everyone else, I shan't make formal introductions. I might begin by saying that we might as well recognize that release of that story—by whoever did it—has turned out to help us all, I think, because I feel it will defuse the atmosphere a bit and make it easier to resolve this quietly. 

"After all," she went on, "nothing major will be done in public. I will begin by pointing out the most critical fact—that Eleanor has indicated she has no intention to pursue either compensation or bring any proceedings against the three of you, or against Gail, for that matter—which makes all of what we will discuss here possible. Let's get the procedurals out of the way and forgive me, if I mess up the terms, because although I seem to have to deal with litigators constantly, I'm of course not a lawyer."

No one interrupted Janet, because of the general regard in which she was held, and because the judges realized she was the key to keeping this as low-key as possible. Only Dianne, her university classmate and sorority sister, recalled that Janet had been quite the enforcer of discipline as pledge-mistress back then.

"Even though the state was not a party in the original case," Janet stated, "Edna has agreed she will move formally for re-opening the case Gail brought against Eleanor, and for vacating of the judgment, as well as a formal order of apology to Eleanor from the court. In the interest of avoiding further events of notice," Janet went on, "Edna has also decided not to bring perjury charges against Gail. To this, Eleanor has also agreed, although the mere fact of Gail's proceeding as if she had been married would have been enough to convict her. Eleanor feels that the punishment imposed previously on Gail satisfied her, as well as an event of which you all may not be aware, when Gail later acted rudely in public at the Women's Restaurant and was disciplined by Senior Correctional Officer Annette and, in particular, humiliated by you, Judge Lesley."

Judge Lesley's light coloring disclosed her blushing but she merely nodded in agreement with what Janet had said.

"There are several steps we aim to take here that should help restore Eleanor's positive frame of mind, and be clear that they are not been specified lightly," Janet emphasized. "You may find them objectionable but recall that, as counsel have advised us, Eleanor has quite a solid case for removal in view of the responsibility of the court in the absence of the prosecution at trial."

The group was now quite alert and more than ready to have this inevitable final scene over and done with.

"On advice of several, we are specifying the following: Annette—I will dispense with your title on the interest of simplicity here with no disrespect to your position intended—will assist the three judges to prepare for disciplining in this room. You will see that we have three blocks set up over there." She pointed to the wooden blocks on the floor on the other side of the room.

"Just so there is no misunderstanding," Janet continued, "I will state the punishment: each judge will bare her bottom and mount the block, after lifting her skirt and lowering her panties. Annette will then deliver six strong strokes in total to the upper, middle, and lower areas of each bottom, with the three last strokes crossed. Finally, Annette will give one Mistress's Stroke to each of the three. Are there any questions?"

No one seemed to respond, but finally, Chief Judge Dianne managed to speak, "I have no question, Janet, but on behalf of the three of us, I wish to apologize to Eleanor for the pain, embarrassment, and humiliation inflicted upon her. Although others may well emphasize that her innocence was entirely technical, that does not affect our behavior as lawyers and, especially, as judges, because we do not recognize legal issues as being technical or otherwise unworthy of our adherence to the rule of law. We imposed, through our carelessness, a serious and discomforting punishment and thus we recognize that we deserve something in kind in return but which in no way rises to the level of our offense in terms of the harm visited on Eleanor. We thank her for her forbearance and hope we may merit her forgiveness."

Eleanor was quite moved although in no way was her strong interest in seeing the judges punished muted. She merely responded, "Thank you, Chief Judge."

Janet then stated in a clear tone, "Senior Correctional Officer Annette, you may proceed."

Annette stood and motioned to the three judges to stand. She then instructed, without use of a title, "Please go to the blocks and prepare yourselves for the imposition. Lift your skirts well above your waists and lower your underpants to your ankles."

The three judges walked slowly but with dignity to the blocks. Each lifted their skirts and the others were quite attracted by the three different styled and colored panties thus disclosed. Dianne wore white antron hicuts, Lesley had on a maroon thong, and Margaret displayed white cotton full briefs.

After a moment when the ignominy of what was to happen began to sink in, but during which all three realized how much public clamor they might be avoiding, each put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.

Then each of the three realized that she would soon be in a very embarrassing position on the punishment blocks.

Annette issued another direction: "Place your knees on either side of the lower part of the block and lean on the upper portion."

Each judge then bent and mounted the block with her knees split apart on either side of the low panel separating the knee rests and then each leaned over to rest her arms and torso on the upper portion. They knew that when those being punished were made to strip entirely, it would be even more embarrassing and quite painful for bare breasts to be pressed into that upper level of the block.

"I shall commence the imposition and award one stroke to each of you in succession until the allotted number is reached," Annette stated. "You may of course cry out but do not break position or the stroke will not count."

As there had been no private meeting with Annette prior to the imposition, none of the three had had an opportunity to use the toilet since their arrival. Lesley realized that this had been an oversight and requested permission from Annette.

"I am sorry, but delay at this point in the imposition is not permitted," Annette answered without any indication of feeling.

Eleanor tried to keep herself from smiling at the obvious humiliation Lesley had incurred on herself by making the denied request. She had not wanted to go further than had been agreed, and her generosity and spirit of forgiveness or, rather, forward-looking outlook, had kept her from wanting to pursue Gail. But underneath her countenance, she did look forward to seeing Lesley further embarrassed during the imposition.




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Annette now reached into her large briefbag and extracted a fairly long but very flexible yellow rattan cane. She walked behind the three ladies' bottoms and stopped behind Dianne. She lay the cane across the middle of Dianne's ample bottom, drew it back, and smartly applied a searing stroke to middle of the Chief judge's posterior. Dianne managed to stifle a cry, which would have been more of shock than pain.

Now, Annette proceeded to administer the caning to all three. Successively, she moved behind each bottom, lay the cane over the part at which she would aim, and fired a stroke that landed precisely where intended. 

The second round aimed at the top of the buttocks and then the third round aimed and hit the tender place between the base of the bottom and the thighs. Lesley was the second one to get this painful stinging stroke and it clearly exceeded her ability to control her bladder. She let out a little cry and Annette saw that she had released a modest but noticeable amount of urine onto the block and which dribbled onto the carpet.

"My regrets, Judge Lesley," Annette intoned. "Unauthorized urination requires award of extra strokes. You may choose to receive two in the same place or an additional Mistress's Stroke at the end."

Lesley realized that she faced a Hobson's Choice but quietly told Annette she would have the two additional at the base of her bottom where it met her thighs. Annette then proceeded to lay on two stinging strokes; Lesley cried out but managed to control her urinary sphincter.

The next three-stroke phase had Annette "gating" the three bottoms with three criss-cross strokes that left the infamous gate pattern on each pair of white buttocks. There were now cries, if not screams, from each judge, and Eleanor and Janet both appreciated that this private room was well insulated for sound. The rooms were intended for private meetings but Eleanor thought that they were perfect for the current use, if not outright torture.

The six-stroke imposition, plus Lesley's two extras, was now completed. Annette now instructed the three to move their legs further apart for the feared Mistress's Strokes. She put the long cane back in her briefbag and retrieved a small strap that was traditionally used for this severe punishment in which the recipient was made to raise her bottom from the block and hold her labia apart, while the disciplinarian applied the strap from behind to her most sensitive parts.

Annette stood behind Chief Judge Dianne as the latter lifted her bottom from the block and reached down to hold her labia open for the strap. Now, Annette leaned over and applied the strap between her spread legs, disclosing much dark hair, and the observers winced as they heard the leather strike inside her open vulva. Diane shrieked but then let her bottom drop back.

Annette moved behind Lesley and the blonde judge raised her bottom and spread her legs, showing pale blonde tendrils between them and even around her tiny puckered anal opening. Annette snapped the strap and Lesley also shrieked as the strap hit her open vulva and obviously nicked her risen clit. Amazingly, to Annette's practiced sensibility in this respect, the attractive judge managed not to disgrace herself again by peeing.

Finally, Annette stood behind Margaret, whose cleft looked less inviting with hair turned grayish and a deeply-sunk dark anal opening. She also had large flappy labia which she held apart and when Annette's punishing strap struck, she clearly was shocked but held position and merely let out an awful scream.

Annette then turned to the observers, deferring to Janet and said, "The imposition has been carried out."

Janet kept her clear countenance and stated in response, "Thank you, Senior Correctional Officer. You may direct the recipients to recover their clothing and join us."

Annette did as directed and the three judges rather swiftly rose to their feet and continuing to face the blocks and away from the others, pulled up their panties in a somewhat undignified haste, and then let their skirts drop back into place.

Janet had ordered a special luncheon to be served in the adjoining private room after the completion of the meeting and the discipline. She invited everyone to proceed into that well-appointed dining room and suggested places for all to sit at the nicely-laid table.

Soon lunch was served although no alcohol was provided in view of the tenor of the occasion. It took a few minutes but soon all of those present fell into vivid conversation, which, if slightly restrained, would not have alerted an onlooker to the fact that the three distinguished judges had only moments before found themselves lowered their panties and being caned on their bare bottoms and yes, on their open pussies. 



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Despite Janet's general air of bonhomie, the luncheon was not characterized by free and easy give-and-take among the women present. The three judges were clearly still embarrassed, realizing that the others had seen these august personages bend over a humiliating punishment block better suited to a Victorian workhouse, lift their skirts and display their panties, and then lower those to receive several strokes of the cane from a uniformed Senior Correctional Officer.

If those steps were not enough to embarrass the three lady jurists extraordinarily, the final imposition certainly accomplished that goal. Each one was ordered to lift her torso off the block, reach between her legs and hold her labia open, and receive two scorching "Mistress's Strokes" from the small strap which struck each on her open vulva. 

These thoughts did register on Eleanor's mind as she contemplated the scene she had been privileged to witness. The entire imposition had been agreed to by the judges after it became known that technically, the shameful punishment they had visited upon Eleanor for her alleged adultery had been improper. The marriage Eleanor had been accused of violating did not exist and thus her punishment had been legally in error.

Eleanor knew she could embarrass the court by disclosing these facts publicly but also understood that to the women of the Women's Republic, she still would be regarded as an adulteress since she had not known at the time that her co-respondent was not actually married. So with her new job going well and having only just been admitted to the exclusive Victoria Club in her new city, she happily went along with the way her superior at the company and a woman who apparently had quite a great deal of authority and respect beyond the company and the city, Janet, had orchestrated the denouement of this situation.

The judges seemed a trifle embarrassed both to be lunching with the women who had witnessed their shame and to be present with the woman they had wrongfully sentenced to be punished so severely, and as a matter of law, erroneously. 

Nevertheless, Judge Lesley, the outgoing blonde who had earned extra punishment for ignominiously losing control of her bladder during the caning, tried to carry on for the three.

"Janet, it's been quite some time since I for one had the pleasure of dining here," she said pleasantly, "and I must say that we don't have any place as charming as the Vic back in our capital city."

"Well, you know, Your Honor," Janet answered, deigning to use the honorific especially because she had just a few minutes earlier been presiding over the session during which the judge and her colleagues had been exposing their most private parts most humiliatingly to her gaze, "we feel we have managed to retain quite a bit of the best traditions here, even if in the old days, we as women were as subservient as elsewhere."

Janet was referring to the time before the proclamation of the Women's Republic, when men in effect controlled the country. Men were now truly second-class citizens in the state and even Eleanor, so harshly shamed just over a year previously, now was married and exercised the authority every married woman possessed now, as symbolized by the small marital cane she carried in her handbag.

Eleanor had not made great use of the cane as of yet, because she still felt not only love and affection for Jackson, her husband, who had married her despite her ignominious status and who moved with her to this city to start a new life, but because she had vowed to herself not to use the cane to dominate her husband merely because she could.

As the lunch party, which included the judges, Janet, Eleanor, Senior Correctional Officer Annette, and Janet's colleagues at Goose Cookers Company, CEO Deb and Chair Toni, wound down, each of the three judges made sure to stop by and quietly chat with Eleanor to convey their personal feelings of regret for what they had imposed on her but now had been punished for themselves.

"Dear Eleanor," Lesley said in a very quiet tone, "I do hope that we can put this behind us after a time, as I understand how you must feel. My feelings are in no way comparable"—and here the blonde judge blushed—"but I began to grasp merely the slightest bit of what you endured when I had to decide just now between two more cane strokes to my bare ass near my thighs or another stroke on my open pussy. 

"And for me, dear," she went on, in a tone so quiet that it was not heard by the others, "you were hurt and I feel for you, but if it's shame, peeing like I did in that position gave me at least a tiny inkling of your torture. Please accept my very very sincere apology."

Eleanor realized that this was not standard behavior by a judge at any level and she quietly, as quietly as the apology had been rendered, responded to Judge Lesley that she truly appreciated her saying what she did.

"I know I was not without fault, either," she said openly to the blonde judge, "but now I do feel that you three have realized what going through even a few minutes of that kind of embarrassment means. Thank you again," and she smiled a wide smile that Lesley emulated in return.

Later that day, after the judges had left to return to the capital with Annette, Janet summoned Eleanor back to her office. She told Eleanor how proud she was of how Eleanor had behaved during this necessarily ticklish occasion.

"I'm very very pleased at how that went, Ellie," she began with a grin. "And I do hope you enjoyed seeing those three get whacked on their judicial wazoos," she added, almost laughing at her remark.

"Oh, I did, Janet, I did," Eleanor responded, "but I also appreciated their personally apologizing to me, especially what Lesley said. They are decent ladies, and maybe this experience has broadened their grasp of how they should behave in future."

"No question about that," Janet replied, "and where shall we head now that that's over?"

Eleanor understood that Janet was bringing things back to the company, and she remarked that the ad campaign for the new Silly Goose lingerie for ladies had been producing surging sales. Women apparently possessed enough confidence now to let down their hair and buy underwear that was juvenile—that even had the famous Silly Goose logo on the bras and panties—to wear themselves and consequently assume a lighter outlook.

"I do have yet another thought about extending this product line," Eleanor said brightly to her boss.

Janet looked up with expectant thoughts appearing across her usually impervious visage.

"I'm delighted that you haven't let yourself rest on your...should I say laurels or goose down?" she chuckled.

"I kept thinking about how we could use the 'What's Good for the Goose' line," Eleanor began. "Then I found myself thinking, 'Let's give women something fun they can use to exert their authority' and so I'm coming round to proposing that we produce some underwear for women to give the men in their lives."

"Oh?" said Janet, not entirely clear yet as to what her imaginative new colleague had in mind.

"Yes," Eleanor said, "we make underpants for men that look almost the same as panties and put the Silly Goose logo on them, so women will buy them and have the men wear them to show who's in charge and the line, 'What's Good for the Goose Now is Perfect for the Gander, Too' is a start for the campaign. We don't have to dwell on women getting these for any special reason, like punishment or embarrassment. It can be fun for them like the undies we're bringing out for women, but also the whole thing carries an undertone of the female dominance that the Women's Republic indeed supports if it doesn't always say so in so many words."

Janet grinned and chuckled, "I have a feeling a certain husband of yours may be one of the first to find himself in these new undies."

Eleanor blushed but retained her sense of buoyancy and laughed, "Yes, I might just try them out with him. Do you think this is a keeper?"

Janet let her thoughts emerge. "Yes," she responded with care, "we will need to be very quiet about getting things ready and there will need to be a lot more effort than usual in deciding just how we bring this to market, but," she paused for effect, "yes, I like it!"

Eleanor left for the day on a high. She returned home where Jackson was waiting for her to hear how the momentous meeting with the judges had gone.

She grinned as she related how the three were embarrassed and how she reveled very very quietly in her glee as she watched them lift their skirts, lower their panties, and take what was coming to them on their bare bottoms and open pussies.

Jackson let out a low whistle and managed to say that he would've loved to have seen it.

"Not half so much as I did, darling," Eleanor let out with some vehemence, "and you know that no man will ever be allowed to see something like that happen."

Jackson reacted uncharacteristically by sulking for a moment at the clear put-down from his wife, even if underneath he knew it was the truth about the man's role in the Women's Republic.

Eleanor went on to tell him, somewhat excitedly and not noticing his less-than-enthralled demeanor, about her latest idea for Goose Cookers.

"You don't expect me to wear those," he snapped, definitely without thinking about how she would react.

"I damned well do," she quickly shot back, and showed her annoyance at his condescension.

Jackson still did not realize how much he had provoked the woman whom he loved and who loved him, but who was definitely the one in charge of the household.

"I'm disappointed in you," she said, still also bearing just the vestiges of her resentment against the judges, who after all, had been humiliated, but for a few minutes, not a whole year, she thought.

Unfortunately for him, Jackson was very slow on the pickup today, and he didn't see how deep her disappointment was, so he merely shrugged.

Eleanor now was fuming, and without thinking more, she said sternly, "You're in need of some real correction and I'm going to see that you get it."

The heavy tone in her voice finally awakened him to what he now realized, too late, was real danger and he looked at her pleadingly, "I'm sorry, dear."

"Not good enough," she said, "and neither is the little cane. I'm sending you to the Men's Camp."

Jackson blanched and began to sob while he pleaded with his still angry wife for mercy, or at least, mitigation.

But Eleanor was in no mood for compromise. She took out her computer-phone and filled out a form that she had been given access to when she had been married, as were all women now, and it was a request for discipline. On it, she wrote, "My husband needs a few weeks of re-training at the Men's Camp." 

She received back an instant response from the Women's League office and read it with notable lack of emotion to her now very apologetic but resigned husband: "Please present your husband at the League office during business hours and he will be sent to the Men's Camp for an initial re-training. Be aware that this will be for a three-week period barring further misbehavior on his part. Signed, Roberta, Disciplinary Officer, Women's League, District 17."

"OK, Jackson," Eleanor said firmly. "You're coming with me and I hope you behave so I see you in three weeks. Don't bother to pack because they won't let you bring anything with you anyway."

Jackson was still stupefied that his remark had engendered such horrible consequences for him. But he thought about what Eleanor had gone through and that she had obviously been needy today even with her revenge of sorts, and probably because it was exciting but taxing, and of course did not come close to erasing her own suffering.

"I'm sorry, dear," he said, with deference, "and I will learn my lesson and hope to be better to you when I get back. Please put in a word for me when you can if you so can bring yourself."

Eleanor was already slightly sorry that she had reacted so strongly, but underneath, she was similar to many women in the Republic in harboring resentments still unallayed, and in her case, especially because she had to face the fact that Graham was still unpunished and Gail had really done her ill.

They did not speak in the car on the way to the League office, but when there, Eleanor filled out the required forms and did mark where there was a place to request level of discipline that he should get "light" which was the lowest level there was. Jackson kept silent which he knew was the best course, and the uniformed woman soon ordered him to enter the well-known door behind her which would lead to where he would be transported to a Men's Re-Orientation Camp.

He walked through the door, the uniformed officer smiled at Eleanor, and said to her after he was gone, "Don't worry, honey, you did the right thing—they all need some of this, I can tell you from what I've read and seen."

Eleanor somewhat regretted her hastiness to effectively sentencing her loving husband to three weeks of humiliating treatment for one moment of annoyance but she went back to her office and managed to summon up courage to confide in Janet, her boss and new friend.

"You did act a bit quickly and roughly, sweetie," Janet said, still smiling, "but I'm pleased to see that you have some nice backbone. He'll survive and be nicer, just wait."

Jackson joined six other men who were waiting until the uniformed officer appeared and ordered them to stand and get on the transport. They were forced to stand, although there were seats on the airport bus-like conveyance. All the men knew that they could not sit without being told to do so and none dared request permission.

When they reached the camp, which was located outside the city and behind a large stockade wall, the woman driver ordered them to get off the conveyance and line up next to the bus.

Soon, a tall redhaired female in khaki uniform appeared and stood in front of them and started speaking very harshly to them.

"I am Sergeant Denise," she began. "You will never address me as anything but 'Sergeant' or 'Sergeant Denise' and I don't need to see you smile, either. You are here for three weeks if you behave yourselves. If you don't, you will find the consequences unpleasant and you will also be re-cycled for a further three more intensive weeks. I suggest you do what you are told, get re-oriented, and you will be on your way. Some of you do not believe me. You will be very sorry. I will control everything you do for these three weeks. When and if you sleep. Or eat. Or use the toilet. So get with it and don't bust my chops. Now march and we'll show you to your quarters."

Sergeant Denise was very attractive, Jackson thought, but he certainly made sure he didn't say anything about that to her or anyone else. He still had trouble not staring at women's boobs and looking to see up a skirt that may have ridden up or flipped up in the wind.

It was only six p.m., but when they reached the barracks, they were made to make their beds, given their uniforms, which were plain and highly unflattering, and told to wash their faces, brush their teeth using the kit they had been given, and to relieve themselves.

When Sergeant Denise returned a half hour later, all were standing in the barracks, she whistled them to attention, and told them that for their first night, they would be put to bed early, right then. No one dared to complain about both the humiliation and their not getting any supper.

She left and re-appeared at five a.m. She carried a large box and passed out plain white panties to each man.

"You will wear these today to indicate that you are new trainees," she said, without emotion. "If you behave for a few days, you will get male underwear back. If you don't you will get ruffled punishment panties and other punishment devices. Don't push me or try to resist or you will be very unhappy. You can wear your uniform shirts and then just these panties. No trousers and no shorts. Every man in this camp has gone through this so no one will dare laugh at you."

Jackson listened, accepted a pair of white shiny panties as did the other men, and put them on. He felt ridiculous but understood that this was the purpose of the treatment. He looked round at the other men. They looked non-descript and pretty well cowed so that no one seemed prone to test the clearly highly dominant Sergeant Denise. She was wearing a well-tailored khaki uniform, with her sergeant's stripes on the short sleeve and a few medals on her chest, which itself was formidable. 

Jackson figured she was at least 36C but tried to think instead about his wife, whom he loved even though she had sent him to this awful place for three whole weeks. He then recalled that she had had her snatch sewn up for a year, so he let himself feel some empathy for her.

Denise noticed him musing and said, "You there. Your mind is wandering. You're not trying to imagine me without clothes, are you?"

"No, no, Sergeant Denise," he remembered to say, but she had seen what he was thinking.

"Get up here!" she barked.

He quickly walked to stand before her and she ordered him to bend over.

He did so, and her thumbs went in the waistband of his white panties and pulled them down to his knees. Then she retrieved her whippy thin cane from her handbag which had the other men all take in a deep breath just seeing what they knew was an implement likely to sting all of their bottoms during their re-training.

Jackson realized he looked ridiculous bent over with a military uniform shirt and white panties at his knees with plain black shoes and socks. But he forgot any embarrassment about that when he felt Sergeant Denise apply her cane thrice to his posterior. 

"You will thank me for correcting you," she intoned. "Say it like this, and all of you remember this, 'Thank you for correcting me, Sergeant Denise.'"

Jackson repeated the required thank you and she motioned to him to return to the line. He looked down now as did most of the others.

"All of you," she said loudly. "You will not look down, you will look straight ahead as a sign of respect for the superior woman. You will not stare at my chest or my skirt or my legs."

She then marched them down the road to a large enclosure. Other men similarly dressed, some with pink panties and others with yellow ones, all humiliating, were standing in lines with similarly-uniformed and almost uniformly gorgeous sergeants.

Soon a slightly older but very fine-looking woman appeared on a platform in front of them wearing a fancier uniform with braid and crests and many medals. Her lustrous auburn hair was mostly concealed under her military hat and she also wore a full uniform jacket and tie.

"I am Commandant Elizabeth," she announced. "You are all here to be re-trained. You will keep your noses and your crotches clean and you will go home in three weeks with new respect for the female of the species. You will do exactly what your sergeants tell you to do and nothing else.

"Any problems and you will be very sorry," she went on. "I require a man to serve me and my staff in the toilet. You will not enjoy this duty. Get on my wrong side or that of one of my sergeants and it will be you who serves us. You will get three square meals, very healthy ones in all meanings of that word. Your sergeants will give you breaks in training for your personal needs. Use them. They are allotted on the basis of need not your convenience. Don't come crying that you didn't take care of your needs then or you will be asking for trouble."

Jackson listened carefully and looked straight at Commandant Elizabeth. He was willing to play the game and do what he was told to get through this. He was beginning to understand a little of what Eleanor had gone through, despite the vast difference in what each had been subjected to by way of punishment.




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And when he looked round, he saw a man whose handsome features he recognized. And in an instant, he knew who the man was—he was the man with whom Eleanor had consorted to her detriment: Gail's non-husband, Graham.



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 [This story contains very graphic descriptions of bodily functions and those offended by this subject should definitely proceed no further. All characters are well over 18 years of age.]. 

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Jackson saw Graham smile during the introductory remarks delivered by Commandant Elizabeth at the Men's Camp for reorientation. He had trouble restraining himself when he thought that this was the very man who had caused his dear wife—whom he loved even if she had sent him to this hellhole—to be punished so humiliatingly, and as it turned out, totally wrongfully.

He managed to keep his feelings under control but was wracked with pain and guilt because he knew he needed to do something that showed Graham what happened to men who had behaved as terribly as he had and caused Eleanor such miserable consequences. As his unit was marched back to their barracks by Sergeant Denise, he was suffering from the realization that right now, he was hardly disposed to take the action he deemed necessary.

Sergeant Denise, who had caned Jackson earlier for staring at her with clear thought as to what she might look like in an undressed state, was quite proficient in observing the temperament and behavior of the men assigned to her during their three-week reorientations. She noticed immediately that something was really bothering Jackson and she called him over.

"I don't want to punish you this time," she said in a much warmer tone as he looked up, very fearfully in view of what had befallen him the last time he stared at his superior. "But I can tell that something is bothering you big-time and it isn't the fact that I caned you back before the introductory lecture," she continued. "If you tell me," she said quietly, "I really will try to help, because I do believe in working to resolve problems here with the men who come through."

Jackson did look very skeptically at her but slowly realized that this very attractive if severe blonde woman was sincerely interested in helping him solve his problem. So he decided to play it straight and tell her all.

"Sergeant," he began, remembering never to drop the required title of respect, "I was upset because I noticed a man in another unit who had done my wife very serious harm. I know that I am not in a position to start anything here that will cause more problems but I couldn't entirely keep my face from showing both my surprise and disgust, and also my despair because of my inability to do something to make it right for my wife."

Sergeant Denise realized that he was telling her the straight truth and she respond sympathetically. 

"You are right in restraining yourself," she said calmly, "because it would only benefit him were you to instigate a fight now. I know it is hard for you to accept but you might just allow me to help you in this matter because I have read about the case you mentioned—it got quite a lot of general attention, you know—and I would like to help you put this right.

"So sit tight and just do what I say and no more," she concluded, and then smiled a rare smile and quite a beautiful one, Jackson thought. They proceeded to the barracks where Sergeant Denise allowed all the men under her command to use the facilities and prepare for lights out.

Once they were in their beds, she left the barracks and walked over to the one where she knew Graham was housed. She discreetly looked for her friend, Sergeant Linda, who was in charge of this group. Linda was not as striking a figure as Denise but had a tight, compact body that was in perfect shape from steady exercising and stringent dieting.

Sergeant Denise motioned to her to join her outside the barracks and the two walked over to the Commandant's building where there was a staff room. They fixed themselves some coffee and sat down in the comfortable lounge chairs provided for the camp's noncommissioned officers. 

Denise explained to Linda who Graham was, and why she was bothered by the situation and not just because Jackson was in her unit. Linda frowned when Denise mentioned the case in which Eleanor had been found guilty of adultery and ordered by the court to be infibulated for a year.

"I never was too happy about that, Denise," Linda said rather bluntly, "because that guy got away scot-free and even if his wife got her revenge."

"That's pretty much the way I feel," Denise responded. "I have a feeling that we may just be able to implement a little needed justice here if we approach this properly. Do you mind if I mention this to the C.O. so she's aware of what we have in mind? I think she'll agree, even if it's not exactly spelled out anywhere as proper, but I'd like to have her in on it."

Linda nodded her assent and Denise made her way to the Commandant's office, where Commandant Elizabeth was still reviewing the day's paperwork for the entering cohort of men. Linda decided to follow Denise, so the two uniformed sergeants entered the small room where the camp commander was finishing her day's work.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Commandant Elizabeth asked the two with a bit of levity in her voice. "I'm happy to see you both because after a long day, I'll be happy to sit down with you two and have a bit of an attitude adjuster," she smiled, referring to the liquid refreshment, alcoholic in nature, she had in her cabinet.

"I think we'll be happy to join you, Commandant," Denise replied to the invitation, "but I wanted to brief you on a little situation that involves two men who arrived in today's cohort, one in my unit and one in Linda's. And thank you for your generosity with the goods," she grinned.

"Oh," said the Commandant, as she poured some very excellent single malt into three heavy glass tumblers she kept atop the liquor cabinet. "Please tell me what this is about so I can figure out our course to achieve the result we can all agree on," she said plainly.

"One of the men in my unit is the husband of that rather notorious woman who as you may recall from the news stories was convicted of adultery and infibulated for a year," Denise began.

"Oh yes," Commandant Elizabeth interrupted. "Not many of us are not aware of that."

"Leaving aside for a moment why he is here, in that he married her and certainly made her life better, but she clearly was sufficiently motivated by his behavior to send him here," Denise continued. "But in Linda's unit is the man who was the co-respondent who received no punishment and who, as you know, was never even married to that woman who pressed the charges."

Elizabeth grimaced and said, "I won't even ask why he is here. But Linda, do you know?"

Sergeant Linda scrunched up her nose and said, "I looked quickly at the papers and apparently, a woman with whom he had taken up was disturbed by—shall we say, his inconstancy—and turned him in to the local District office. The official record did not reference the legal proceedings, no doubt because he was not convicted of anything, and I think he had gone missing. So we are the first to match these matters up."

Denise now asked Commandant Elizabeth if she could say something to suggest a course of action. The Commandant nodded her approval.

"We need to be careful here," Denise said. "I want to keep the husband out of it. He noticed the co-respondent, whose name is Graham, by the way, and obviously seeks to make things right but I told him to hold his fire or he'd be the one in trouble. I want to get this Graham in here with Sergeant Linda, question him, let him lose his temper, and then punish him, perhaps as your toilet orderly here for a while, Commandant."

"Do you think he will rise to the bait?" Commandant Elizabeth asked, in a very uncertain tone.

"I feel he will if we handle it right," Denise said, "and I think Linda will work with me on this."

"You two can go ahead then," Elizabeth stated. "I don't want to hear any more about it until and unless you have reason to put in a punishment referral and I can assure you I am disposed to take the action you suggested in that instance."

"Well," Denise rejoined with a placid countenance, "that's fine as far as I'm concerned and I think Linda will agree." Her companion immediately nodded her agreement.

The three officers sat back and enjoyed their single malts.

***

At the formation early the next morning, Sergeant Linda called out Graham's name and ordered him to follow her to the Commandant's building. Graham started wondering what this was about but he had managed to evade being noticed by behaving himself, so he wasn't going to jeopardize that by alienating his sergeant just now.

When they arrived there, he was taken by Sergeant Linda, who had a blank look on her face, to a small room with a desk and three chairs. The third chair was very plain and metal, and she motioned to him to sit in it. She left the room, closed the door, and soon returned with Sergeant Denise. 

Looking at the attractive blonde and the compact and impressive brunette sergeants, Graham momentarily was trying to decide which one he'd rather have in bed. He did not know that both preferred the company of their own sex so his likelihood of success in seduction was not good.

"You probably have little idea as to why you were summoned here," Denise began.

Graham decided to try to maintain a light tone and answered, "I have a feeling you didn't want me to have a drink with you."

"You are here for reorientation," Linda said firmly, "and from what I heard then and have heard before, you are in some need of reorientation."

"I don't believe I have done anything improper here, Sergeant," Graham rejoined, anxious to forestall any serious discussion.

"We are interested in why you were sent here," Denise stated, "so we can determine the best kind of reorientation program for you."

"So give us an idea of why you were referred," Linda added.

Graham hesitated and decided he looked pretty good with his trimmed mustache even if he had been made to wear these ridiculous white shiny panties. "I was referred because a woman I knew was offended at my seeing others while I was dating her," he said. "I don't think I'm being treated fairly because as far as I know, dating several people is not a legal violation."

Denise took this in and said, "So I gather. I also understand that you were a co-respondent in a legal matter and never appeared in that tribunal."

Graham blanched now that he realized why they were after him and had somehow learned about his past.

"I don't think that has anything to do with this situation," he said carefully. "I was sent here by the woman I was dating and that is the whole reason."

"I hope you are not denying the accuracy of my other statement about your past," Denise responded coldly.

"I am not," Graham said with extreme care. "But I do not feel that it is required that I discuss that here. That matter is closed."

"Should we decide to do so," Denise responded, "we could both report your presence here to the authorities as a fugitive in that matter. In fact, we likely would be commended for doing so."

"I've tried to stay out of trouble," Graham responded. "I have not succeeded as it concerns my being sent here but I feel you are dredging things up and wish you might consider that this has been closed and consider my reorientation rather than further extension of that old matter."

"Just so," Denise said firmly. "It is our view that you need to account for what happened there and for which it turns out a woman was unjustly and severely and humiliatingly punished because you did not appear to set matters right. Recognizing and acknowledging what you did is part of any successful reorientation, I believe."

"Are you going to send me back to the court?" Graham asked plaintively. "Is there any way this could be dealt with here?"

"Well," Denise said, "I'm disposed to recommend to the Commandant that you be punished here and if you behave yourself, we might release you without any particular designation other than that you were disciplined as part of needed reorientation."

"May I ask what the punishment would be?" Graham asked much more hesitantly.

"Actually, you may not," Linda chimed in, "as punishments are in the sole discretion of the Commandant. However, you may expect it to be relatively severe in nature."

"I guess I have little choice in the matter except to request that I be sent back to the court immediately," Grant said, and he told himself that maybe these bitches would not do that if he behaved himself. "I decline to request that and will accept whatever you do to me and hope we can end this with that, assuming I will continue to behave myself here as I have tried to do up to now," he said.

"Good," Denise said. "We will refer this to the Commandant then. There will be no guarantees."

***

A half hour later, Graham was brought into the Commandant's office by two other noncoms—Corporal Nancy and Sergeant Jana.

"You have been referred to me for special disciplining in pursuit of your reorientation," Commandant Elizabeth said to Graham in the presence of the two officers.

"Have you anything to say?" she asked.

"Only that I have agreed to accept punishment as it supports my reorientation," Graham said.

"Your punishment will accomplish just that," Elizabeth intoned, "by developing your humility and stimulating your further respect for women in this Republic. You will forthwith be taken to the chamber used by the officers in this brigade for their relief where you will serve all of us as our toilet receptacle servant in the unit's toilet. The length of your service will be determined by your attitude."

Graham blanched as he had not expected this, even though the Commandant had referred to it in her introductory lecture.

"I beg you to reconsider," he pleaded. "I really have done nothing to merit this punishment since arriving here."

Commandant Elizabeth stared at him. "You declined to request transfer and now punishment has been imposed and you will serve until it is decided you have completed your term. That is all," she concluded and the two officers took him by the arms as he wept and cursed his situation.

There were two toilet holes in the officers' latrine. Under them was a shelf, accessible through a panel under the front of the toilets that opened. Graham was stripped and told to lie on the shelf as it was pulled out. Once he had lain down, the shelf, with him on it, was slid back into place under the two toilet openings. He was far enough below the seats so he could not reach them and positioned above the water below him which could be flushed to remove the contents without spraying him. By selecting one or the other of the two seats, a user could determine whether her waste—solid or liquid—would land on his face or lower on his body. All he would see would be her bare posterior as she sat on the seat and then he would be tantalized by the superb view he would have of her most private parts. This ecstatic sight would then be followed by her release of her urine or feces on his face or body but he would have no advance knowledge of which opening between her legs would open and deposit its contents on him.

Corporal Nancy and Sergeant Jana told Graham that the officers would be using these toilets and they would choose which seat to use in their discretion. He was directed to refrain from speaking as anything he said would be recorded by a voice-activated recorder near where he was positioned. 

"If you're a good boy," Sergeant Jana smiled, "the Commandant will let you out after a half day or so. If I were you, I'd make the best of this or she will keep you here for days with some time allowed for you to sleep in a cell nearby."

Graham grimaced and cursed his fate to himself. 

***

As the day proceeded, it was about 15 minutes before the first user of the toilets appeared. Sergeant Rhoda, who ran the mess hall, and was a large woman as befit her job, walked in and looked into the hole over Graham's lower body, where he could not see her face.

She said nothing, but stood in front of the seat over his face, lifted her uniform skirt, pulled down her panties, and seated herself over his face, blocking the light except for a slight crack in front where her legs were spread apart. She sighed and then released a powerful jet of strong morning pee that hit Graham right in his face as he suddenly closed his mouth to keep it from choking him. 

He looked up and could see little besides what looked like a rather hairy crotch of what he assumed to be a large woman. Now he feared the worst as he heard her grunt and then a large smelly dark turd started to emerge from her rear and hang over his face before dropping off and smacking him right on the nose before rolling off into the water below.

Rhoda reached for some toilet tissue, wiped herself front to rear and dropped the messy used tissue right between her legs and onto Graham's face where the tissue lay until he managed to blow it off his face into the water.

She flushed the toilet for which Graham was thankful, and pulled up her panties, dropped her skirt, and left.

Graham now realized that this was going to keep happening over and over when women whom he would never be able to identify would use him as a toilet target.

Over the next few hours, several women, most he assumed worked in the office, used the facility. They apparently were used to men being punished by being placed beneath the toilet, and knowing that he could not see who they were, were hardly conscious of his presence since he was strapped into position and could not move.

Graham found that he feared every new arrival and after he had been repeatedly doused by what seemed to be very strong pee—after all, it was morning and the women had often not yet urinated and had also had their morning coffee—and a certain number of them had defecated on him as well. One woman user clearly was small as he could see that she had a really pretty ass if he couldn't see the rest of her. But she had not grunted so he was totally taken by surprise when her anus opened and she deposited a long thin very soft piece of shit that smeared on his face.

The next woman, though, was an even nastier specimen, he concluded. She sat her bare rear on the seat and then he saw her hand reach down and extract a string and suddenly a tampon, a very soaked one, fell right on his face. Then some of her period blood oozed out and came down on him as he almost wretched and tried to keep it from going into his mouth, nose or eyes but had little ability to move given his restraints. He saw her slide a fresh tampon into her vagina and told himself that at least she hadn't shit on him.

Denise made it her business to stop by and use the facility to do her business. The blonde sergeant waited until she knew she had a sizeable bowel movement to release and she quietly sat over his face—Graham wondered why almost all of them did choose to sit over his face—and released her pee while she quietly pushed her large movement out so it landed on his face and only belatedly fell off into the toilet water.

At the end of the day, the two noncoms who had strapped him in, came in, pulled out the shelf, looked at the mess Graham was from his toilet duty, and took a hose and hosed him down. They smiled and told him that the Commandant had ordered them to have him change his clothes—they brought new ones—and appear before her.

When he was put in a new shirt and fresh panties, along with socks and shoes, he was brought to her room by them.

Graham was very subdued and scared he would be returned to the horrible toilet shelf.

Commandant Elizabeth smiled at him and asked him if he had learned from his experience to have more respect for women.

He responded quickly that he was very respectful and felt he had been punished very severely.




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"That's good," she said, "and I am ending your punishment. But I also am releasing you from the camp and sending you back to the capital where there remains a warrant for you from your legal matter. I have no choice in that, by the way, once we learned that there was a warrant out."

"That's not fair," Graham cried, "they said this would be in place of my going back there."

"You will recall that they made no promises," Commandant Elizabeth. "Nor could they," she added, "and I am bound to transmit you back. Consider yourself lucky that I have not kept you in the toilet for several more days...or weeks before doing that."

Graham considered that awful possibility and balanced it against what might happen when the judges got their hands on him. He decided to say nothing and the two noncoms took him out, escorted him to a vehicle, where he was ordered to get in the rear. There was a screen between the rear and the front seat and the doors were locked by the uniformed woman driver.

He quickly was taken off the camp grounds and was on his way to an uncertain future in the capital when he would be brought before the court.



A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 11



[This story makes much more sense after you have read the earlier installments. Those offended by bodily functions or infibulation should proceed no further.] 

*

Jackson, now in the middle of the three weeks' re-orientation at the Men's Camp, to which he had been sent by his wife Eleanor, was surprised not to see Graham, who had been responsible for Eleanor's original punishment, no longer a fellow inmate at the camp. He wondered what was going on, but realized he would have to await his release and return to his wife to find out, because the men at the camp were incommunicado for the duration of their stay.

After his initial punishment, two quick cane strokes from the red-haired and gorgeous Sergeant Denise, Jackson had adjusted well and had encountered no further disciplining. It even seemed that Sergeant Denise had taken a liking to him, probably, he thought, because she understood what his wife had gone through. She didn't know that all that had preceded their marriage. 

In short, Eleanor had committed adultery with Graham, who was ostensibly married to Gail. It later turned out when Graham had been brought to justice that there never had been a marriage. Gail had been punished, although in no way comparably to what Eleanor had been subjected, and Eleanor now was a successful businesswoman and rapidly becoming the creative genius at the Goose Cookers Company, located in a city some distance from the capital of the Women's Republic.

Eleanor was clearly appreciated by Janet, the company's senior vice president and key executive, who had made sure Eleanor was admitted to the highly selective women's club in the city, the Victoria. The exclusive club was the scene of the highly unusual disciplining that the three lady judges who had sentenced Eleanor were given, as a result of Eleanor's learning that she had been technically innocent since she had interfered with a non-marriage. (See Ch. 9 for the disciplining.)

All concerned, including Eleanor, hoped that the secret session at the Victoria would conclude the matter. Eleanor had foresworn any civil suit against Gail, even though Eleanor despised her.

But now up popped the devil, in the person of Graham. After being severely disciplined by serving in the women staff toilet at the Men's Camp, Graham had been returned to the capital and jailed in response to the outstanding warrant for him. After the case against him had been dismissed, he had changed his identity but had been discovered when sent to the camp—by Jackson, who admitted knowing him to Sergeant Denise, who had advised Commandant Elizabeth.

Although they had indicated that the toilet punishment could obviate the need for him to be returned, Commandant Elizabeth realized she had to comply and send him back. She did feel unhappy because she had not been able to keep what admittedly was not a promise but which she felt she should not have said at all.

Graham was visited in jail by his counsel, Ashley, who had handled his case before and suggested to him to disappear immediately upon his earlier release. She did not say that in so many words to avoid being held to account for advising unlawful conduct. Nevertheless, Graham had been free to go at that time.

The warrant was issued for his going along with Gail in her original complaint against Eleanor for adultery, when he knew the charge was baseless since he had never been married to Gail. He did not know that Gail had managed to convince her counsel, Rose, after their severe punishment by the court in response to their trying to extend Eleanor's disciplining, to move the court to regard Gail's punishment as serving to wipe her record clean regarding her bringing the original charge in bad faith. So only Graham remained on the hook.

***

Jackson settled down at the Men's Camp and decided, especially since now Graham was gone, to play by the rules, especially since Sergeant Denise, after giving him his original punishment, had been very solicitous of him, probably, he figured, out of sympathy for Eleanor. The re-orientation program was just a hyped-up version of the kind of education now required for all boys growing up in the Women's Republic. Most men had also become well acquainted with the subject matter through required adult education classes.

Some of the sessions were designed to be humiliating to the men, most of whom were still wearing the t-shirt and panties uniform. On this day, there was a lengthy session for a group of about 30 men recently arrived, such as Jackson, in Toilet Behavior. The instructress was Sergeant Rhoda, who also served as mess sergeant and was a large but not unattractive woman.

She was covering Element One of the unit, which concerned posture. 

"You understand that at this camp you will be required to use the toilet only in the sitting posture," Sergeant Rhoda said bluntly. "In other words, you will pee and poop like a lady. You will wipe yourself from front to back after you finish doing your business. I would like a volunteer to demonstrate and then you will all get a chance as we move next door to the toilet training room."

A middle-aged man of average build and height raised his hand and said he would volunteer.

"And what is your name?" Sgt. Rhoda asked coolly.

"My name is Kenneth, Sergeant," he responded, using the correct form.

"Come up here then Kenneth," Sgt. Rhoda ordered, "and stand in front of the toilet facing away, drop your panties, and do whatever business you need to do. I do hope you don't have a shy bladder."

Kenneth grinned but only to himself. He knew that the noncoms here had little sense of humor where the male trainees were concerned. He followed the orders and was sitting on the toilet with his panties down just at his knees.

"Notice that Kenneth lowered his panties to the proper level, just as any well-brought-up woman would do," Sgt. Rhoda commented approvingly.

"Now what business do you need to do?" she asked him.

"Sergeant, I need to pee and yes, I think I need to have a bowel movement," he said, with little showing of shame at having to discuss his toilet needs with this imposing woman.

"Well, go ahead and we will hear you pee," Sgt. Rhoda responded. "Tell us when you begin to shit."

Kenneth's face finally showed some red and he realized he had forgotten that noncoms of either sex were used to using the bluntest expressions.

He focused on releasing his sphincter in front and all in the room heard his strong pee stream hit the water, as he made sure his cock was aimed there and stayed pointed down.

"Notice too how he makes sure that prong of his stays aimed at the water in the bowl," Sgt. Rhoda went on. "All of you men tend to forget that you need to point your prick and keep it aimed down. Those who wet the seat—top or bottom—will find themselves wearing a special device that presses your cock and balls down between your legs. I'd try to avoid that if I were you," she said with a trace of a smile.

Jackson followed this demonstration and instruction carefully. He was beyond being embarrassed by what he was hearing. All he wanted was to finish this program and get home without suffering unduly. He still loved Eleanor and was starting to realize that her unfortunate experience had made her more prone than many women to losing her temper with any man, even one she likely still loved.

Now Kenneth uttered a little cry and said, "It's coming down now, Sergeant, my poop." The group heard a loud plop into the bowl.

"You may wipe yourself when you are finished, Kenneth," Sgt. Rhoda responded.

The now shame-faced man took some tissue from the roll on the wall and wiped carefully from the tip of his cock down and thoroughly around his smeared anus. Then he carefully showed the paper to Sgt. Rhoda, who nodded approval, and he threw it in the little trash bin next to the toilet.

"All of you, pay attention to what he did," Sgt. Rhoda said loudly. "If you are being monitored during your use of the toilet, you will always show the soiled tissue to your monitor so she can assess whether she thinks your wiping was satisfactory."

One man groaned at this final statement of subjugation and humiliation and Sgt. Rhoda said in a louder voice, "Who groaned? Tell me right now or I will punish everyone!"

A heavier-set man stood, shame-faced as well, said his name was Jordan and that he had groaned. He added quickly that he meant no insult and was deeply sorry for disturbing the class.

"Get up here right now!" Sgt. Rhoda exclaimed, and Jordan quickly complied and stood before her.

"Get over the stool!" she ordered.

He bent over the stool, while lowering his panties as was required of trainees when they were placed in punishment position.

Sgt. Rhoda took her duty cane from her handbag, stood, and laid the cane across Jordan's white bottom. Without further ado, she snapped the cane three times across his bottom, allowing three bright red stripes to appear gradually.

Then she told him to stand, pull up his panties, sit down in his seat, and pay attention.

***

Graham was brought to the District Court, where Eleanor's original trial and sentencing had been held. His previous counsel, Ashley, was there to greet him, having been notified by the assistant prosecutor, Doris, to appear. Ashley had just one moment to motion to him to keep his mouth shut unless asked directly to say anything.

This was clearly seen as an important proceeding, as Chief Judge Dianne was presiding, accompanied by the other two judges in the earlier trial, Judge Lesley and Judge Margaret. Doris was first recognized to open the proceeding.

"This is a matter, Your Honors," she began, "involving the co-respondent in the case of Eleanor, which I am sure you all recall."

All three judges were not at all pleased at being reminded of a case they wished would go away, since they could not turn the clock back.

"We certainly do," Chief Judge Dianne said snappily, "so please proceed with what we are faced with today."

Doris realized she was on shaky ground for all kinds of reasons and continued, "This defendant was the co-respondent in the original proceeding, gave perjured testimony in the pleadings as to the correct status of his relationship with Gail, and then fled the jurisdiction. We are charging him with fraud in the inducement, for having misled all concerned in this case, including the court, as to his status, which led to an improper conviction and a sentence, which having been imposed, could not be un-done." 

"How does the defendant plead?" the Chief Judge inquired most formally.

Ashley rose, and said, "Defendant wishes to defer pleading at this time. We wish to raise the point that he was present when the case in question was last heard and was then told he was free to go. He suggests that therefore, this proceeding is improper as the matter at issue was resolved at that time by the court, even if sub silentio."

The Chief Judge turned to confer with her colleagues.

After a few minutes, she turned back to face the courtroom. Then she began speaking, "The Court hears with respect defendant's suggestion but rejects same. At the last hearing, we dismissed the proceeding against Eleanor and also expunged same. We took no further action but there was no indication that we were resolving any charges or complaints regarding the original complaint or co-respondent." 

"Does defendant wish to plead now?" the Chief Judge said next.

Ashley had been sitting, and now turned to Graham and whispered to him. Then she motioned to Doris, the assistant prosecutor, who walked over to confer with her briefly.

Then Ashley rose again and said in a clear voice, "Defendant wishes both to preserve his rights on appeal but also is willing to throw himself on the mercy of the court at this time so as to conclude this matter, which I might add, would seem to be in the interests of all. The assistant prosecutor and I have discussed an agreed disposition which we are prepared to present to the court now."

"Counsel may approach the bench," Chief Judge Dianne intoned.

The two well-dressed young women, wearing very stylish business suits—Ashley's was pearl gray and Doris's beige—walked to the center of the bench and whispered to the three judges. 

After it appeared that the sidebar conference resolved whatever they were discussing, Ashley returned to her defendant's counsel table, picked up a document, and began to read it aloud: 

"May it please the court. The defendant has agreed to plead guilty to one count of fraud upon the court, which is a felony in this jurisdiction. The prosecution has agreed to recommend to the court, with the concurrence of the defendant, that in lieu of incarceration, the defendant shall be placed on supervised probation for a term of three years. 

"During the initial six months of this term, the defendant may be placed in a designated medical facility for examination and analysis of his suitability for gender reclassification. Based upon the report to be provided by the facility no later than six months after defendant's entry to the facility, the court will be asked to effectuate the recommendation to be contained in that report. 

"The report will either recommend that defendant's gender be reclassified and that he proceed to a vaginalization surgical procedure to render him female, and released from probation once that procedure is completed, or if the facility recommendation is to the contrary, he shall remain on probation for the remainder of the term."

Chief Judge Dianne accepted the document from Ashley who handed it up to her after reading it aloud. Doris nodded her assent. The chief judge questioned Graham and asked him if he understood he was waiving his right to trial. After he also indicated agreement, the chief judge accepted the agreement and declared it as the disposition by the court. She then signed the judgment, as did Judges Lesley and Margaret.

Graham's face was blank. He had agreed to the stipulated disposition because Ashley told him that neither the court nor the prosecutor wanted to deal with this case in full and that they were upon to his changing sexes as a way of dealing with his objectionable male behavior. 

He seemed spaced out and only appreciated that save for being in the medical facility; he was free from going to jail. He realized that not knowing whether he would undergo The Operation would keep his mind in toil for the next half year but figured he could wangle his way out of that. Except when he thought back and remembered that Eleanor had actually been infibulated for a year. These women meant business.

"Oh well," Graham mused, trying not to smile on the one hand or on the other, not to think about the possibility that they literally might cut off his balls, "at least I'm out of that horrible camp and the commandant's toilet."

The next day, the Women's Republic Transcript contained a short report:

Technically Innocent of Adultery, Defendant May Change Sex

By Anne-Marie Criswell

Graham, the co-respondent in what turned out to be a case of non-adultery, because the aggrieved couple was never married, but which resulted in the year-long punitive infibulation of co-respondent Eleanor, pleaded guilty in District Court yesterday to one felony count. He will be committed for determination by a medical unit of his suitability for a sex-change operation.

The disposition had been agreed to by both prosecutor Doris and defense counsel Ashley. The defendant had been returned on a warrant from the Men's Re-orientation Camp to which he had been committed by another woman in an unrelated matter.

After a medical examination and analysis which may take up to six months, Graham will either undergo sex reassignment surgery, or vaginalization, or be released to complete a total of three years' supervised probation.

Neither the defendant nor counsel—for the state and for the defendant, would comment, nor would the judges, who adjourned the court for the day following this disposition.

Vaginalization, as the procedure shifting a man to become a woman sexually, is popularly known in the Republic, has been ordered as a disposition previously in criminal proceedings. It is not clear legally whether it qualifies as a punishment, or is more in the nature of a mental health action.

In what seems to be a marathon case in terms of its longevity, it has been learned that the punished co-respondent, Eleanor, despite having all charges dropped some months ago, albeit after she served her sentence of one year's infibulation, recently committed her spouse, Jackson, to the same Men's Re-orientation Camp where Graham was identified and returned to this court by warrant.

***

Eleanor read the report in the Transcript the next day and wondered whether Graham would be feminized. Janet called her into her office when Eleanor arrived at Goose Cookers.

"So I see that we cannot keep this matter out of the papers," Janet said with a smile, which made Eleanor relax. 

"I don't know how they found that out about me," Eleanor said with a trace of annoyance. "I really want to get away from all this and you've been so helpful to me."

"Well, then," Janet answered somewhat crisply, "keep your anger under control a little longer, sweetie. I hope you haven't made this worse by sending your husband to the camp, although I'm sure he provoked you, the way only men can do."

Eleanor grimaced and said very quietly, "I was so angry at him but I should have kept my cool. Yes, he deserved it but I forgot that I will be watched for quite some time and had better keep a lower profile."

Janet now smiled and told Eleanor that that was the best approach and complimented her on realizing that. "As we know, wisdom oft comes late but at least we are grateful when it comes at all," she observed.

***

Jackson was getting close to completing the re-orientation program. He had now been permitted to return to his male clothing for the past week and had attended many classes on subjects aimed to focus his attitude toward full appreciation of the feminine superior role in the Republic. There had been a lengthy series of classes on all aspects of menstruation, as to which the men were expected to understand the physiology and also the mental attitudes women experienced before and after their periods and their menopause. The men were told how they should respond in all these situations. 

Lieut. Donna, another lithe redhead somewhat resembling Sergeant Denise, conducted these classes. One session had all the thirty or so men strip from the waist, climb on their desk chairs, and hold their bottom cheeks apart. Lieut. Donna then passed behind each row and stopped behind each man first to apply some lube to each anal opening, and then to insert a Super Tampax in each anus.

"You will wear these until lunch time [about three hours] so you may understand what it is like to have a cotton plug inside you, as women have for almost a week every month," the lieutenant commented.