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Linda decided to follow Denise, so the two uniformed sergeants entered the small room where the camp commander was finishing her day's work. "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. 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." "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.
"No, Miss Heath," I managed to answer as I stood there, trying not to show the tell-tale motions of a girl who now was becoming close to desperation in my need. "Well," I answered, gaining confidence and feeling that the problem was under control at least for now if I tried to concentrate on the class discussion, "we do know from Joyce's letters that he had an inordinate interest in those kinds of things." The demure, severe-smiling teacher put her hand around my shoulder and letting her own auburn hair flip past my face, said very quietly, "Come with me so we can take care of your little problem."
"Den, I plan to give her a chance to agree to my terms for living here, but when she resists, yes, I do intend to spank her if that proves to be what is needed to change her attitude," she said firmly, as his firm member again took her to new ecstatic heights, making further conversation somewhat difficult and not at all what Yvonne or Dennis wanted right then. Kathryn glanced at Lyle, furious at how much he clearly had enjoyed seeing her get spanked by her cool-looking young stepmother, and at Dennis, who clearly had abdicated his role as her father.
Mrs. Bishop made the whole thing worse by ceremoniously writing the note and then folding it into an envelope and sealing it so that the pupil would not know exactly what the report said. I was talking in class and Mrs. Bishop sent a note home which I'll give you," she said as evenly as she could manage. Anne had not dared to open the neat little envelope addressed by her mother to Mrs. Bishop but she noticed that the young, prim and normally quite assertive teacher took a deep breath when she read the note. No sooner than Mary Wilson had taken off her coat but her eldest daughter told her what had happened when she gave the note back to Mrs. Bishop.
Kay then resumed her control of the rapidly deteriorating situation by spanking Andrea and sending her to bed with a very sore bottom and loss of her supervisory authority over Karen. "Karen and Andrea, this is Miss Byers," Kay announced as she and Charlotte took seats. "Finally, I am likely to ask you to lower your panties for an inspection at any time," Charlotte said. "Miss Byers," Karen said, reluctantly, since she remembered when Charlotte was merely a year ahead of her in high school, "will you let us go out on dates?" "Yes, Miss Byers, please," Karen said, with a slight whine that belied her needing to avoid having an awful accident in her pajamas.
It got so that to make things a little easier on everyone, I started having my boy friends spend time with me right in my own bedroom, which was conveniently separated from the rest of our house, over the garage. But the next day after practice, I took a look and saw that even though I had done my usual thorough wiping job after using the toilet in a major way after lunch, there was a thin brown streak in the panty crotch. I went away to college and got into relationships with girls and boys, few of whom seemed to be turned on by scents like my high school male admirers.
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. Gail blanched and Eleanor somehow refrained from smiling at Justice Lesley's statement, which was tantamount to an order to the senior correctional officer. 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.
The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she still insisted on doing that and she responded, "Allison, so long as you behave like a younger girl and act up in class, I will treat you as I would a middle-schooler and send behavior reports home." This led me to wonder incredibly hard what the English teacher had said that riled my mother so much when it came time for her to discipline me at home for what the note reported.
Dorine was still transported by the possibility of seeing a teacher disciplined so ignominiously by the school's principal, but she managed to gather her sensibilities in time to answer in a clear yet unemotional tone, "Oh yes, Miss Crawford, as a prefect here, I have learned that I am expected to keep everything I observe in confidence and you may certainly rely on me to maintain that." Irene affected great surprise, noting in a very superior tone, "I'm quite disappointed in your behavior, Janet, in that I do not know how we can expect our girls to behave properly when being disciplined when a teacher is unable to control her bodily functions." Valerie merely smiled at the principal's somewhat expected rebuke to the English teacher.
Karen felt that admitting to her boyfriend Rod how badly she had been treated by her mother, Marian, at a time when Karen was coming of age at 19, was worth the embarrassment since it cemented her shared experience with Rod. Her boyfriend had suffered under similar maternal dominance, although Barbara's exercise of authority over her 19-year-old son had been less focused on humiliating him. Karen realized that this man truly loved her and that her hitherto cold attitude induced by Marian's wretched parental style had been slowly moved into a place where she was beginning to cherish Rod's affections, while all the while enjoying the ability to exercise her talents as a domme insofar as he was concerned.
"We're going to let you start acting like a big girl and use the toilet, Linda," Karen said in a light-voiced way. Karen had indicated to Emily that she wanted to impose some added discipline and thought it might be best if Emily left the two of them alone in the bathroom, so Emily quietly absented herself while Linda managed to pull up the tight pair of little-girl panties. "Get your mouth on my shithole, sweetie," she said very sternly, "and be prepared to swallow whatever comes out now because I need to shit." Totally humiliated, Linda prepared to swallow whatever horrible-tasting poo Karen was about to excrete.
"Hmm," she said with a rather annoyed look as she saw the report from Liz, "I was hoping not to have to deal with her problems for a while." She stared at the two women as she told them that when the previous Commandant at her last post seemed to be having trouble returning to line duty as a guard, she had ordered a clitoredectomy. From what I heard you screaming in your sleep..." she smiled and told me that the Commandant had ordered that I be required to wear pink ruffled panties and a very short skirt with a training bra for the next week while I worked with the other men.
Here she was, in charge of Emily's sisters, both older than she, and her mother, at home, but at the office, she was afraid that her use of the ladies room might start the gossip mill turning with sordid discussion of whether and how much she farted in the stall and whether she did a large jobbie that plopped loudly into the bowl. "Marian," she quickly added, "lift your little skirt, pull down those panties, and hold yourself open down there so the ladies may see what your pussy looks like after a little time with us." "I certainly can't disagree with the logic of that," Emily responded with a wide grin, and proceeded to thank Deb, as did Karen, for the time and effort she had clearly expended on training Marian.
And as if she had staged this little presentation, which she really hadn't, being an experienced teacher and thus always able to rise to the occasion, Gail withdrew her trusty ruler from her middle desk drawer and displayed it to the now somewhat frightened seven pupils, especially Deborah James, whose blue panties remained on display. "I should spank you just for wearing those things." She quickly marked their cards with a pass and waved all seven students off—"You may all go and let's make sure you keep on behaving yourselves so Miss Smithers doesn't put you on report again." The pupils quietly filed out, clutching the cards on their way to their next class.
Jack had been left in the 20-year-old Elaine's care by his dominant wife, Laura. Elaine enjoyed the position Laura was placing her in—especially when Jack was down under her skirt licking her pudendum—and planned on using the experience in her Women's Studies Feminist Theory course. "You know everything we are learning about dominating men in Feminist Theory?" Well, Aunt Laura is sending Uncle Jack over here for the whole weekend when we can do whatever we want with him!" "Hi Laura darling," she said, "I hope you know how much Elaine and I appreciate the chance to try out what we've been learning in Fem Theory this weekend. Laura smiled broadly and told Elaine and Cynthia that she trusted them entirely with responsibility for supervising Jack.
Judith Sloan was herself a dominant woman and she had informed all of her friends, who included Karen and Emily, that she had designed and outfitted the ladies room in her new restaurant with all the equipment and furniture needed for the imposition of intimate discipline by her select group. Soon after Karen and Marion arrived, Julieann the waitress entered and said to Karen, "Miss Judith asked me to show you some of the features if you'd like." Karen smiled and said she would be pleased to see what was available. Soon Vivian began to insinuate the nettle leaves between the commodious cheeks and use them to tease the blinking little anal rosette, at the touch of which Marion let out a true scream and Karen had to warn her to be quiet or she would be very very sorry.
"And Mr. Phillips, you will find out if you care to challenge me in future that there are more painful punishments in store for you even than having nettles in your shorts." She did not see Larry Stoddard send a knowing wink to Henry Aslund in case the latter had not noted the special disdain their Duty Mistress had shown for this First Former, for whom they also had scant respect. "That means an extra, boy," Linda responded, and drew the cane back to fire a stinging stroke that crossed the others and clearly left the recipient in severe pain.
Karen loved to talk about the prospect and told Emily in front of me that it seemed so silly for me to continue to have the privilege of wearing "big girl panties." Sometimes she would bring over small-sized panties that are commonly worn by little girls for me to wear: bunnies or ducks or flowers would adorn them and sometimes the crotch was a plastic one designed for the early teen girls who might not yet be capable of always holding their pee in. But every time I made a mess in the pantygirdle, either a doody or my period leaking through the tiny liner, Karen would tell Emily that I didn't deserve the privilege of wearing panties when it was clear that all I did was soil them.
Dorine had been permitted by both the Principal, Irene Crawford, and a Duty Mistress, Latin teacher Valerie Warren, to participate in the early humiliating disciplinary sessions where Janet had found herself the recipient. When Nick stopped off to tell Dorine the bad news—that her feigned sickness had not allowed her to escape from Janet Saunders' serving as Duty Mistress—the senior Prefect first cried and then muttered, "She's not going to get away with this." She picked up her telephone. "Miss, I think you let them off rather lightly for a cheating offense, which we prefects are told is one of the most serious at school," Elaine said, "but on the other hand, having Dorine wear the nettles in her panties was quite severe.
Linda and Leslie knew that there would be two separate dining tables: one, the head table, would seat Emily, Karen, Deb, and Maria, while Linda, Leslie, Marian, and Margie would sit at the smaller, lower table, with four small childs' chairs. As the hour approached when Deb, Margie, and Maria would arrive, she ordered Marian to go to the subs' room to get dressed for dinner. Deb amplified her sub's shame by casually remarking to Emily, Karen, and Maria that she had given Margie a bit of a break for this dinner party by not requiring her to wear stinging nettles in the crotch of her little girl panties. Linda, Leslie, and Marian cringed as they listened to Deb tell of their new friend Margie's supreme humiliation.
Karen and Emily whispered to each other for merely a moment before responding in unison, "Your offers are happily suggested." Then each offered a hand to their intended to help him stand and opened their arms for a hug and deep kiss, both of which followed. Emily, Rod, Karen, and Bill then burst into applause and each came by to kiss Deb and Marge. Deb smiled and realized that she needed to help restore the party atmosphere so she turned to Marge, still kneeling bare-assed on the couch and told her to pull up her panties and rejoin the group, which the larger woman did, wiping her face where she had shed a few tears while being struck with the rod.
Irene Crawford, Oakhurst's principal, immediately started having second thoughts about Janet Sanders' rather impetuous request to award the "feared 57" punishment to senior Marcie Williams. Miss Crawford, as was her wont, had left the door to her inner office open, and Marcie saw her standing behind Janet Sanders, who was bent over a chair...with her skirt folded up over her waist and her full-sized white panties down at her knees. Marcie knew there would be hell to pay if she were seen sneaking a peek at the teacher's getting what she figured would be Miss Crawford's cane across her bottom, so she quickly walked around the corner to the front door and left school for the day, amazed that she was able to have a smile on her face after what she had endured only a short time earlier.
"I've been having cramps so I want that tongue in me once you take out the Tampax." Laura made Jack buy tampons for both of them: she wore Slender Regulars in her nice tight pussy and she liked him to have a Super in his male opening. "You know, Aunt Laura," Elaine asked with a grin on her face, "although Jack's ruffled sissy panties are of course embarrassing, I was thinking that if he continues to misbehave, you might employ the steps we have been learning in Feminist Practice class." Elaine decided to increase the pressure on her prey, as Professor Thompson so often referred to men who were subjected to her dominant students, by releasing tiny jets of pee from her urethra right into Jack's open mouth.
Usually Glenda gets caned because I suppose Mom feels that as an older person, she needs serious punishment for her misbehaviour. Mom told her to begin counting the strokes and she drew her thin cane back and began the punishment. Mom told her that since it was the first time, she would not start the caning all over again and Glenda stopped with the tears. "Glenda," Mom said sternly, "you were given an opportunity to use the bathroom before your punishment began. Glenda hesitated for an instant, looked at Mom and saw her face begin to scowl and quickly, the early-thirtyish teacher clambered over my skirted lap.
The men being punished had to ask Jill to unlock the cap each time they needed to urinate and of course, release by orgasm was not attainable while the cap was being worn. The other men had gathered and stopped work to watch and I ordered them back to work if they didn't want to end up wearing punishment panties too. It was my understanding, I told him, that any man who was disciplined more than three times in a week--we kept records and my punishment of him would be entered in the daily log--would be sent to the new commander for special treatment.
Then Emily motioned to Marian to do the same for her own daughter, Karen, and soon both submissives' tongues were licking the two pussies as Emily and Karen were cleaned from the cum of the two sex partners with whom they had so pleasantly fucked. Karen merely motioned to Marian to stand up and then squat between Emily's spread legs to place her mouth right on Emily's shaved slit to receive her pee. Emily adjusted herself so she was sitting over the edge of the bed and directly over Marian's open mouth that was placed very close to her spread labia and made sure to encompass the tiny peephole from which Emily would soon release a strong stream of urine.
"So as a good mother-in-law," Kendall persisted, "I decided that even at 25, some girls still need good, old-fashioned toilet training." Elizabeth blushed deeply as she heard those words but she also felt her panties getting wet with uncontrollable excitement at the humiliation she was about to undergo. "Now, Beth," she said as she turned to Elizabeth, "stand up, lift your skirt, lower your panties, and then bend over and hold your bottom cheeks well apart." There were gasps from the ladies at this horridly embarrassing order but also a few whoops and cheers from the younger women who were as rich and spoiled as Kendall.
James drew a deep breath but his mother smiled and said, "I know you've seen your girl friends wearing just underwear, James, so don't look so surprised at seeing your old mom like that." They positioned themselves on the bed and Carol began caressing Linda's nice 36C breasts as Gloria petted Andrea and applied her talented fingers to the tall redhaired teacher's vulva. It was a sight to behold: Gloria and Linda had shaved their pussies so that their labia were quite visible while Andrea's were hidden beneath her gorgeous red muff and Carol's under her plenteous dark pubic hair.
My friend Penny loves to let a little pee out when the man licks her and my other friend Lois is having her period and she has rather heavy ones. Meg's face turned red in defense of Lois and she quietly but firmly said, "I'm sorry Liz but the man has insulted our friend and must be disciplined." I knew this would happen and I vowed to whale Alan when we were alone but first I handed him over to Meg, who removed his blindfold and said, "First you apologize to Lois and go lick her pussy like you love it."
"If any of your charges misbehave," Glenda said with a grin, "and you decide to take them to my ladies' room to be disciplined, be aware that I have obtained a few little items that you might enjoy making use of," she explained to a very interested Emily. She smiled at Karen and asked, "Has this little girl been naughty today so that you had to bring her into the ladies room for her bare botty to be spanked?" Karen loved the tone of Lori's inquiry and responded in kind, "Oh yes, this little girl behaves very badly in company so as you see, she needs to be spanked and I've been having her wear this sweet little girly panties as punishment."
She quietly opened the door to their apartment, softly walked into her bedroom...and found Emily's sister, Leslie, lying on her back, her panties down and skirt up, with a man going down on her between her legs! It took Karen no more than instant to realize that this was her boyfriend Rod licking Leslie's dark-haired split and quim. "Karen," she began haltingly, "we were just talking and then Rod was telling me how much he loved you but he wanted to make me feel better because...yes, I just lost my job today." "Leslie," Karen announced, with Emily standing right next to her in full support, "you have seriously misbehaved and offended your sister and me.
She quickly unzipped and unbuttoned her beige pantsuit's bottom and let it fall, yanked down her tan thong panties, and sat on the toilet as a large log slipped speedily out of her little anal rosette and her usual strong stream flowed plenteously from her light hair-hidden peehole. Finally, realizing that if flushed the toilet again, she would have a floor flood with floating pieces of shit all over, she quietly put down the cover and washed her hands, sprayed the area with the available can of Lysol spray (for whatever good that would do with the turds still in the bowl) and then returned to the meeting as if nothing were amiss.
"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. 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.
She smiled at me and said she hoped I didn't hold last time against her, since she really was sorry for what she did to me and felt Rev Alicia had been totally right to punish her for it. She told her that she was going to have Alicia deal with her and smiled that she knew she would do it properly, Jan said, and then Jan would be allowed to sit for the exam again as if nothing had happened. Alicia saw it, too, and said rather perfunctorily, "You know that I must impose extra discipline for that little social error, Janice." She picked up the martinet and moved in closer and began whipping her bottom with close-in, repeated strokes.
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. "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. 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.
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. "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. 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.
Marian had been behaving better since Karen and Emily had sent her to spend a weekend with Deb and Marge, two lesbians they had met. Linda walked with Emily and Karen to the dining place, and felt nervous without her sister Leslie. Deb kissed Karen and Emily and was introduced again to Linda, whom she had met when visiting the apartment to pick up Marian for the latter's training weekend. As Deb watched approvingly, Marge with sympathy for Linda, and Karen with a feeling of relief that Emily was finally taking a role in training her own sister, Emily informed Linda that she would be disciplined for her failure to behave properly.
Depending on how you do with that, I will then determine what kind of protection you will be permitted for the rest of your period." Marian's face fell as she had just experienced the awful belt that Karen had made her mother wear—the one that when locked up did not allow her to pee or poop without the extreme humiliation of asking Karen to unlock the belt. This meant that while on her period, Marion needed to get Karen's permission to lower her panties for any reason, including use of the toilet of change in her sanitary protection. When Karen finally arrived, Marian softly asked her, "Miss Karen, I feel very damp and am sure that my liner is so full that I'm afraid my panties may be soiled.
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.
Jack was dutifully licking Elaine's slit under her skirt and beginning to panic because he realized that her thin-lipped vulva would limit the air intake for him, especially after the sadistic girl began releasing jets of pee into his mouth. Elaine enjoyed the position Laura was placing her in—especially when Jack was down under her skirt licking her pudendum—and planned on using the experience in her Women's Studies Feminist Theory course. "You know everything we are learning about dominating men in Feminist Theory?" Well, Aunt Laura is sending Uncle Jack over here for the whole weekend when we can do whatever we want with him!" "Hi Laura darling," she said, "I hope you know how much Elaine and I appreciate the chance to try out what we've been learning in Fem Theory this weekend.
By Friday evening, Charlotte Byers had assumed total control over the lives of Karen and Andrea Andrews during their hours at home, beginning when they returned from school. The notable misbehavior that she recorded in the girls' Behavior Books included Andrea's skidmarked panties, Karen's wearing an excessively short skirt, both girls talking back to Charlotte, and general untidiness of their rooms. "Dale," Charlotte said, "I hope you will agree to get Karen home by the appointed time of midnight tonight. He did what she said he could and Charlotte came over and felt Karen's labia and let her finger go inside the girl's wet vaginal opening. When Dale had inserted his penis barely inside Karen's stretched vaginal opening, almost all of the glans inside her, Charlotte said, "Stop!"
She was slightly reticent until the President turned to her and said, "Eleanor, I've heard from Janet about your amazing creativity and I wanted to tell you something you may not have heard, but that I was told by none less than Chief Justice Dianne that you are someone who retained your bearing and integrity through a very challenging situation. After some remarks at table by Chair Deb and the Secretary of State seated next to her, Janet rose and said that she knew the President and her cabinet needed to return to the capital so she thanked them for coming and told them that they deserved the respect that the Women's Republic had vested in them.
It was a most unusual change for the boys in the senior class at Hamilton Hall, an elite high school, when the Headmaster, Mr. Henderson, appeared in their class to introduce them to their new home-room teacher, Miss Linda Crawford. Linda smiled and said, "Wait right here." She walked to the couch, retrieved her large handbag, and slowly drew out the small thin cane she had become quite adept in using on bare student bottoms. "Why thank you, Linda," Terry said, as the cooling balm put her back in her best partying spirit, "you do really know how to treat a girl the right way.
Karen especially liked also to have the toilet girl receive the excretions from her anal opening and even would make Leslie or Linda use her teeth to extract her tampon during her menses. Karen was excited at her ability to stir the fire in Emily as the smaller woman's hands gently caressed her friend's delicious frame and found their way down into the lovely blonde forest that covered her delicate mons. Karen had put this behind her after punishing both Leslie and Rod. It propelled Emily into moving both sisters to their own apartment, whether or not they could support themselves by working.
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. 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.
Whenever any girl misbehaved in a way that in the time of all-boys enrollment would have resulted in a quick caning, the master would send a girl in the class to the school office to arrange for a female teacher to join the master in administering the discipline. These had also been modeled on the British public schools for girls and their traditions included subjecting misbehaving pupils to the cane, usually over the skirt, occasionally over the panties, and in the discretion of the Mistress, when behavior was especially serious, on the bare bottom. "Headmaster," she asked, "one of our new Mistresses, Joan, has taught in England and unlike me, who just went to university there, she had occasion to observe how schools like our's discipline pupils.
Schools were becoming less tolerant of severe disciplinary behavior by teachers, and this included the occasion when Anne threatened an unruly class of high achievers with failing grades in conduct on their report cards. "Well," Anne responded with a smile, "I've been told that you need to be prepared well for the AP exam, so this is the first of a number of what may be new challenges for you." The next school day was Monday and the pupils were slightly surprised after their worrying about how they had performed all weekend, that Anne was ready with the grades, which were posted on the door as they entered.
Taken across my mother's lap at the age of 28 and spanked with panties down in front of the family gathered for our Christmas dinner was not what I'd expected when I accepted the invitation to go home for the holidays. Susie had been getting on my nerves and I was delighted to find that Gloria was a kindred soul in her skepticism about the idea that she and Steve needed to start a family immediately in the style of my sister. I couldn't believe this was happening but as I felt tears coming which I fought to repress, I slowly lifted my stylish pin-striped skirt, exposing my pale blue hicut panties and matching garter belt, and bent across her tweed-skirted lap.
"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. 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. "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."
Deb stood, took the small soft whip, and now inflicted three very hard strokes right between Marian's labia, causing Marian to scream from the horror of being hit in that place and the severe pain she was feeling from the punishing strokes to her open cunt. This reached Marian's deepest level of resentment but she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, Miss Deborah, if Miss Karen decides that the belt is needed to train me to behave as I should as her sub, I will accept that and any other punishment or training she decides I will benefit from receiving."
"You'd better check her bottom to make sure she doesn't need to go right away," Kay advised Andrea as Karen's face grew red, now with fear that her sister's finger would feel the contents of a bowel movement that Karen was sure was close to becoming critical. "Well," Kay said with a grin that froze Karen's senses, "we'd better get her on the toilet now before she has an accident on your lap, Andrea." With that, Kay took Karen by the ear and escorted the older girl to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet like she was a small child.
"But I make them so you—Karen, say, for Marian—can close those slits and then the woman wearing the belt has to ask permission for them to be opened so she can do her business," Maria grinned as she told Emily about the creation. She then told Maria to take the time needed to measure Linda and Leslie for similar belts "just in case I decide they might benefit from wearing them once I see how it works out for Marian." And she had better not complain about it being wet with her pee and she better not ask me to open it until I think she deserves that privilege." With that, Karen slowly drew the wet belt back up Marian's legs and snapped it shut, locking the holes with her little key.
True to her word, Liz arranged the leave and we set off from the horrid camp setting to spend some time in what turned out to be her old apartment. It was well appointed and comfortable and, with what I believed Liz had in mind, I should have been looking forward to a great change in circumstances, given the recent experience in her room at the camp. I put to the back of my mind the torment that had been mine when Liz had seemed to be picking on me so unfairly at the prison camp, and I had to concede that, if being under her control meant performing oral service on her, I could readily accept my lot.
Linda Crawford noticed that student behavior in her classes—both the majority, which were all boys, and the one all-girls class—seemed much improved of late with all pupils very careful to avoid being seen chatting with one another during class nor doing anything else to elicit the strict punishment from their teacher for which Hamilton Hall, a prep school for university, was famous. "Oh, I knew they'd have trouble holding it for too long so I let them stand after about three minutes," Joan answered, "but then I had them kneeling on chairs with the backsides facing the class and I inserted cute little tails in their tushees!"
No doubt having been able to sense my slight disappointment, Liz explained why she had not demanded that Denise remove her panties for punishment, and I had to accept that. How we became excited when Matron announced Denise was to get three strokes right on her wide-open pussy as a punishment. He turned red and almost plaintively, said, "Darling, don't make me wet myself and everything." I did love him for being so sweet so I took him into the bathroom and told him he could do his wee-wee while I watched. I was slightly taken aback when Liz took her turn and sat on the toilet, her legs apart and her pussy open to my view.
Janet Saunders finally returned to her apartment that evening still reeling from the humiliation of being punished by Principal Crawford in front of a fellow teacher, Valerie Warren, and worse yet, a Prefect, 19-year-old Dorine Kaufman, who apparently was a protégé of Valerie, the experienced Latin teacher who frequently served as Duty Mistress to punish misbehaving pupils sent to the discipline room at day's end. Standing next to Irene was the Prefect who had witnessed Janet's caning the previous day and her being ordered to wear the awful diaper—the senior, Dorine Kaufman, who wore a constant smile that belied her delight in being permitted by both her friend, the regular Duty Mistress, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, and Miss Crawford, to witness the disciplining of a teacher, indeed the new English teacher, Janet Saunders.
Even on nights like this one, though, when I was far too wiped to want sex, I knew I needed some stimulation down there if I was going to get unwired enough to sleep solidly that night. This was the test of my ability to hold it in—Brian had warmly commended me for being able to cum without releasing pee when I had refrained from going to the toilet before sex, saying he was sure that part of me must be male—and I knew it would be a challenge this time. That same index finger that had so shrewdly insinuated itself in my bottom to bring me off went back into my rear hole to see if what I thought I felt way back in there was going to emerge any time soon.
Not only that but the school required parents to consent to "corporal punishment." This meant, Adele added with a grin, that "all those miserable kids we always wished we could spank" back at Midtown HS would now become a student body bound to show more respect, especially to a skilled teacher such as Janet. Janet smiled and said that she appreciated the situation and hoped that the mere existence of the teachers' ability to impose physical punishment would result in better student behavior. When the punishment was approved by Miss Crawford, the teacher was then free to impose five cane strokes or seven strap strokes on the pupil's bare bottom in front of the class.
The girl gasped at the response and Annabel now told her to bend over the horse so that the prefects could strap her in." Susan blanched and asked, "Miss, in front of everyone, with the boys" she pointed to Barry Jordan and Ken Nelson—"seeing this?" Elaine, who had acquired a bit of a sadistic streak in her several terms spent as an aide to the teachers disciplining misbehaving pupils, smiled as she told Annabel that the punishments seemed appropriate to the offenses and the needs of the pupils for discipline. "Miss," Elaine said with a face that did not disclose her pleasure at the severity of the discipline in which she participated, "you clearly know quite well what these misbehaving pupils require and I and the other prefects feel you are helping the school mightily in maintaining good order here."
There was dead silence as the students saw the young teacher with a determined look on her face reach into her briefcase as she seated herself behind her desk and take out the blue envelope that contained the class's report cards. As you know, aside from your need to face the consequences at home of receiving such a failing grade in behavior, you will be limited in your participation in extracurricular activities for the following marking period and you will have to present a conduct report card to each teacher each day for a week and complete the week with grades entered on it of at least S, or Satisfactory, or you will have to carry the card each week until you do.
If you want to stay friends, I’m going to have to make you take a spanking from me.” “Darling, I’m going to lift your skirt and pull down the tight little flowered panties you’re going to wear and everyone’s going to see Jill’s heinie get as red as her pubes, which they’ll also see by the way.” Robyn made sure all of our friends were there--she had told my husband that he’d better just keep his trap shut the whole time or she’d let everyone know what a dork he...wasn’t! “Oh,” Robyn announced to all our friends, entranced by my bush and my ass and the spanks I was getting aplenty, “Our little bad girl here tells me she’s having a hard time keeping her doody in.”
I also wanted to allow Diane some time to accomplish her initial assignment. Well that worked out nicely, I get to have dinner with Kevin while Diane cleans and wonders what it will take to please me. It's not a stretch to realize that we both were about to cum in each other's mouths when I managed to see my watch and remember that I needed to return to check on Diane. "Having Kevin witness you being disciplined, Diane, is apt to make you all the more likely to try harder from now on so this occasion is not repeated very soon," I answered calmly. "Let's start by having you stand right here in front of me and lift your skirt, Diane," I said most calmly.
These women were not the sort to chat about such things and usually referred to the entire matter as "female problems" but the word still got around that Beth Wilson was the doctor to see when a woman was enduring monthly pain "down there". Knowing how adept Louise was at resolving women's urinary incontinence and defecatory difficulties, she recognized immediately that the younger woman was clearly in distress to have come to Beth with this embarrassing problem for a therapist in this specialty. She carefully showed Louise to place a fresh pantyliner in the crotch and told her to keep one in there for the next two days, all the time taking the medication and applying some more of the salve to her vagina with a special applicator, as deeply as possible.
Perhaps I had been a bit presumptuous, but I had been starting to believe that there may have been a special relationship developing between Liz and me. Liz made for the bathroom and as I listened to her noisy discharge, it made me realise how long it had been since I had gone myself, and that thought, combined with the burning agony in my behind, caused me to believe I was also needing to go. As though reading my thoughts, Liz the Bitch, locked the bathroom door, denying me access. "Liz," I breathed sensuously, "I would love to show you what you mean to me...but my bum is so sore, I don't know if I can get hard enough.
She did not accommodate herself well to the changed circumstances of her life, so Karen took advantage of meeting a new friend, Deb, a lithe blonde domme who lived with her own sub, Marge. "Marge," Marian said, in what sounded like an almost girlish voice, "I just know now that I won't be able to hold it in for long because I needed to go when she took me in there and made me take her pee and lick her dry and serve you." "Yes, Marge," Marian responded in a little voice, because she felt she was now about three years old, messing her own diaper. "Oh, it looks like this little girl has made a big one in her diaper, doesn't it, Marge?" Deb went on in her humiliating tone.
369 had come back to life and the Commandant stared at him and told him that for trying to hit Katrina he would be allowed to watch me have sex with him, well, she said, not actually with him...with his penis after it was removed from him. I told him that we were able to use prisoners to clean our places and things and that if he wanted to, he could spend the whole morning here relaxing. It was almost sensual to touch those feminine pieces of clothing and I could even feel myself becoming a little aroused at the thought that these panties had been so close to that special part of Liz's anatomy.
"Well," said Yvonne with some gravity, "I do think we shall have to correct this behavior of yours before it gets out of control altogether." With that fearful comment, she went into the closet and returned with an adult-sized diaper that she told Kathryn to move into diaper position on the bed so she could be placed inside it. "Now just to make sure you remember this occasion, darling," Yvonne said as a distraught Dennis remained in the humbling position over her lap, "I think you will need a few strokes from my cane to drive the lesson home."
"You've been visiting some rather strange sites on the net, darling," Laura said with a rather supercilious smile as Jack's face turned very pale suddenly. "I think you need to be punished, darling, for being so naughty," Laura said ever so sweetly, and Jack felt his penis start to harden in his pants at the thought that his pretty wife was about to give him the feminine discipline he so craved. "Jackie," Laura continued, "since you're behaving like such a naughty little boy, I'm going to make you ask me, and you will call me Mommy, whenever you want to use the toilet." Jack blanched when he saw that she had found one of those little wooden training toilets that small children learn how to do their business on.
Kendall took the lavaliere microphone and started her presentation: "Last time, ladies, we were pleased to demonstrate to you how you might train your 25-year-old daughter or daughter-in-law in the way I have taught Beth here to mind me and to submit to my disciplining. "I think my little girl here will soon need to make a doody, Kendall," Amanda said with a bit of a lilt in her voice as he daughter's face turned bright red. The women in the audience stood up and each daughter or daughter-in-law followed Kendall's instructions so skirts were lifted (all attendees had been instructed to wear skirts and not pants), panties were lowered, and a roomful of bare bottoms were bent over chairs at each table.
"Surely you don't wish to see your mother...wet her pants, Karen," she asked plaintively as she saw a wide smile cross her diminutive but highly controlling daughter's face. Marian quietly followed her dominant daughter and Karen sat on the closed toilet as her mother stood in front of her, shifting from one leg to another as her need to urinate increased. "Oh mother dear," Karen said with a nasty flourish, "you've been asking for this for a long time." Linda and Leslie were ashen-faced as they knew what was to come. Marian began to cry softly as the ignominious panties, complete with bunnies, were produced, displayed to everyone, and then handed to her as Karen smilingly told her to put them on instead of her old white cotton ones.
But Marian was surprised, even though she had done this herself for her daughter many times now, when Marge leaned up and began to clean Deb's bottom and anus with her tongue. "Very well, Marian," Deb intoned, "you may step out of the tub for now." Then Deb nodded to Marge that she could also rise from her supine position and go wash her face from the piss and shit she had received from both women. She licked with effort and getting a nod of approval from Deb, grasped the Tampax applicator and carefully inserted it into Marge's vagina with one hand, lightly holding the large floppy labia apart with the other.
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. 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." 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.
With very little deference to the monitor's status, Nancy said, "I need to use the rest room so I'd like to be able to go now if that is all right." Her mouth curled in a sneer that belied her low view of the girl to whom she was speaking. "Miss Smithers has asked us to restrict anyone leaving for at least the first twenty minutes," Laura said blandly but with some steel in her voice, "as pupils are expected to use the facilities before coming to class and she does not want a steady procession of girls leaving the room. Laura stood and gave her a full report of what had occurred and handed her the grade book, showing where she had entered bad Conduct marks and noted the caning of Andrea Devons.
Since I had kept my head down and my nose clean so far, I had been spared the end of day room visit details, but the bitch, whom I learned was called Liz, changed that. "Oh. no, naughty boys do not get to stick their things in anywhere they'd like," Liz tut-tutted to 369 as he was dealing with Jill's somewhat soft and messy movement on his face. Fortunately, too, they took that confounded box thing off my head and at least I could see better what was going on, although from the look in Miss Liz's eyes, I was not sure I really wanted to see!
Barbara had believed in hands-on child raising, so when as a boy he acted up and got into all the scrapes that most boys do, Rod found himself across the maternal lap and feeling his mother's strong arm apply her palm to his bare backside. Rod was admittedly surprised to find that Karen had turned the tables so far as to be dominating her own mother in the most humiliating ways, much less her friend Emily's older sisters. Rod's face showed a blush but he managed to answer his girlfriend's challenge, "Yes, Karen, I have to admit that you turned me on when you took me across your lap in front of everyone and bared me for my spanking."
My eyes focus as always on Emily's lovely cheeks and the warm enticing place with its goldenred hair between them. Our mother realized it too, from when she first told Emily, when she became 19, that she was to summon me, make me lift my skirt and lower my underpants, and go across my younger sister's lap and be spanked. She had me lie down in my usual way beneath her -- she was not yet using the seat then -- and as I watched her for the tell-tale twitch I suddenly gasped as her little puckered opening in the rear slowly bulged and then spread open to release a long soft piece that she cut off onto my amazed face.
Karen couldn't believe that she began to feel sorry for Em's older sister, Leslie, when she saw her between Emily's lovely spread legs licking her friend's oozing quim. Emily was apparently affected by this attitude and took her sister in her arms and began to make love to her, playing with Leslie's ample breasts and then softly teasing her now rising clit. Emily said she needed a break so Leslie took little Karen in her arms and began stimulating the girl's smaller breasts but softly massaging her thin-lipped quim. Emily got up and answered the intercom, returning to tell the girls to get dressed because it was her oldest sister, Linda, who was several years older than Leslie.
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. "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."
If I didn't get such a charge out of putting myself through this ordeal, I likely couldn't engage in dominating other women by restricting their use of the toilet and then supervising in minute detail how they eventually are permitted to urinate and defecate. In engaging in holding it in for as long as possible, I may even subject myself to what some dominants enjoy using as a disciplinary device: setting particular and limited times when a submissive is permitted to use the toilet. Then, when permitted to sit on the toilet and lower panties, the dominant may inspire fear by declaring that unless the submissive begins to pee (or defecate) within a set time, such as one minute, permission will be withdrawn and the now-horribly frightened sub will be made to wait for possibly several more hours.
Discipline was quite lax at the high school and teachers who were young and attractive like Andrea and Linda would seem to be obvious targets for those pupils who wished to disrupt classes and in general, make pests of themselves. James returned to school much chastened and made sure to deliver both the signed note from Miss Creighton and his mother's response to the history teacher. The conversation was lively and finally Carol looked at Andrea sharply and mildly said, "I assume that having gone to school in the UK, you appreciate the need for the kind of discipline I imposed today on James."
Cynthia faltered for a moment and said, "Louise, I'm just cleaning it up" but she knew she couldn't avoid my order so she handed me what she had wanted to get out of the way, a cute pair of hicut pink panties, but with a rather prominent skidmark in the back. She would spend the day horribly self-conscious because although Cynthia was no Dolly Parton out front, she did have lovely full 34Bs. My referring to her not behaving like a big girl made her realize I was truly angry, because she knew that this meant these kinds of childish punishments. The spanking commenced then in earnest as I re-positioned myself and began applying strong slaps to her cheeks alternately, watching them slowly turn rosy and then deep pink and finally start showing crimson flashes.
"I know you're just here for a few days," Patty, who was wearing a tight white top that made no attempt to hide her ample chest beneath a maroon bra, along with equally tight red riding pants looped into killer Texas boots, "welcomed" this woman ten years older than she was who was peculiarly her step-daughter. "I won't spank that soppy pussy of yours this time, girl," Patty said with clear contempt for Pam's wetness, "but you can be sure that it will feel my palm if you earn another trip over my lap." Pam cringed as she thought of her vulnerable quim being ravaged by Patty's nasty little spanker.
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. “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. The correctional officer then told Eleanor what would happen. “It won’t hurt once the anesthetic takes effect,” Annette told her, trying to be helpful. 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.