"Yes, sir," Kathleen said, taking the skimpy clothing and heading into the other room. If the proud redhead found anything odd about the skimpy outfit, the discipline of the service prevented her from mentioning it. That was the problem with Kathleen. Unlike spoiled, insolent Hannah or vapid Dinah, it was hard to deny Kathleen was a real officer. Even in the plan for systematic degradation, this came with a degree of respect. Neither Hannah nor Dinah would have gotten to go to the other room to change.

Hannah looked to James as Kathleen left the room. "I don't understand why the Lieutenant has to wear skimpy clothes. I'm the one who misbehaved and earned strokes, sir. This reeks of misogyny."

Before Hannah could really get in to her protests, Kathleen came back out wearing the rather plain bra and panties and the nice hose and heels. Her body was nicely encased by the hose and her bare belly was tight as a washboard. Dressed as she was, she resumed her place and came to attention.