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When Margaret arrived, wearing a variation on her governess outfit, a navy skirt and a white blouse with paisley ascot and gold stickpin atop her usual sheer hose and burgundy pumps, she encountered Lenore in what looked like a collegiate or high school jumper, with a plain white blouse and espadrilles. "When I allow you to go out," she said, which conveyed a real tone of menace to Robbie, as he began to realize how his life might be restricted from now on, "You will start using appropriate protection when you have sex with them. She longed to be allowed to spank him but realized she had to do exactly what Margaret told her if she wanted to be given that kind of privilege.
Breaking the kiss the blonde stood back and taking the brunette by the arm led her into the stable block. The rope going over the joist caused the brunettes hands to be pulled up and eventually the girl had to bend over as her arms went higher and higher. The blonde walked to the presented rear of the brunette and without any warning bought the cane slamming down on the other girls backside. The brunette had stopped reacting to the individual cane strokes and had just been moaning and swaying the whole time, but she jumped a little at the hand on her cunt. The brunettes legs went, the blonde dropped the cane and grabbed her before she pulled her arms out of her joints.
For the three—Emily, 28, Ken, 30, and Jill, 32—the humiliation of reporting to their youngest sister, who was only 24, for punishment had started to fade as they faced living their lives. Andrea kept herself in place although she now feared for how long this punishment might proceed, and worried that she either would jump up at a stroke or possibly lose control of her sphincter and humiliatingly pee herself all over Joan's tweed skirt and hose. "Jill," she said with a grin, "it was bad enough when your mother spanked you but now, your youngest sister exercises that kind of authority?" When Clarice complied, Jill reached into her handbag and retrieved a small rod much like the one that Joan had applied earlier to Andrea's bared bottom.
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.
Karen had told Claire exactly how she and Jamie had punished Kathy when she had arrived on their doorstep and how she had been serving them since then, accepting the ignominy of being treated worse than a servant. "No, sweetie," Karen replied, "you have been learning just how you need to wipe, so you may pull up your panties and thank Aunt Claire for allowing you to use the potty. Claire gave this a moment's reflection and decided that if her nephew was seen by his wife as ready to join in their play, that was all right with her, and she so said that to Karen, who left to tell Jamie.
Dorothy cringed at the punishment and even more at being so further humiliated in front of Susie and Jim. She held her breath when Chris went behind her and told her to bend over and hold her cheeks apart for the anal insertion. Having tied the two white tampon strings beneath Dorothy's crotch, Christine looked her in the eye and added one more condition she knew would likely reduce Dorothy to the level Chris had envisioned: "Dorothy, my dear, I do have one more little rule for girls who are double-tammed, as you will be today.
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.
"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.
Lynn felt an impending need to pee, brought on both by her following Andrea's strict orders forbidding her to use the toilet for two hours prior to her session and by the excitement that Andrea's scrutiny of her panties and intimate areas always stirred in her, which included filling her bladder. "You need to make sure you hold your pee in better, sweetie," Andrea cooed as she punished and watched Lynn's nates turn from light pink to a rosy hue. Andrea snapped the soft little whip three times vertically on Lynn's open vulva and the older woman could not help screaming as she felt the strokes on her cunt.
"Petra recalled reading about a service in France that provided women on call to respond to mothers who needed help in disciplining their disobedient offspring, especially those that were of age and were still living at home, as so many do these days," Laurie said. "Yes, Marie," Katherine said, as she saw the two girls become nervous in a way she hadn't seen before, "this is Miranda and this is Stacy. She went into her bedroom to relax and Marie, still standing as was Brenda, said to Miranda and Stacy, "You need to understand that we are not here to negotiate with you. "Marie," Brenda said as if speaking about a small child, "Stacy here may need to visit the bathroom soon since I feel something in her."
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."
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.
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.
Deirdre Carmody, Laura Franklin's middle-aged aunt who had raised Laura and now joined her at the "Weekend School" Laura ran for adults who wanted to re-experience the school discipline they had known earlier in life, and Diana Prentice, the 20-year-old fetching blonde prefect, who was the junior faculty member at the school but who had already created a strong impression by the severe discipline she administered at the school assembly, enjoyed spending the night in Deirdre's commodious bed. The older woman filled the small white enema bulb, took a dab of vaseline and gently let her finger slip it into Diana's anal opening, then inserted the nozzle into her tight little hole.
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.
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.
"This naughty boy has started to pee in his panties," Kathy said sharply to Margaret. She then told Robbie he could pull down the panties, sit on the seat, and pee, but that he better not get the seat wet and he was not given permission to make a doody yet. "He definitely does need to go, Kathy," Margaret said to Robbie's sister, who was having a hard time restraining herself from giggling at the amusing situation of her brother being made to hold his poo in until given permission by the imperious governess. Kathy helped advance the progress of the occasion by reaching under her skirt after she had turned away from Robbie, still seated on the toilet, and pulled her lime green panties down and off.
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.
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.
Kathy commented on Henry's red panties, and Margaret answered that he now no longer needed to wear them daily. Recalling how Henry's mother had commented on his father's sloppiness in terms of wiping himself as evidenced by the skid marks in his undershorts, combined with how she had so readily submitted to Margaret's dominance, the young governess decided to test these waters. Now Margaret took Lucille over her lap and slowly pulled down the tight control panties. Margaret now invited Lucille to sit next to her on the bed and told Edward to get down between his wife's spread legs and pleasure her pussy with his tongue. Edward liked the velvety feeling inside his wife's cunt and Lucille appreciated the girth and power of her husband's cock as it penetrated her long-ignored vagina.
Karen moved by his side on the bed and started to run her nail up his shaft through the front of the panties and giggled as she saw the wet spot appear on the panties and gradually spread as Jamie involuntarily released cum—since he had just orgasmed, it was not the precum she had previously seen when teasing him like this. There was a small puddle in the corner but Claire took her by the hand and walked with her to the bathroom, where she directed her to pull down her panties and sit on the toilet, and then to wait for permission to resume peeing.
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.
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.
She was surprised and angry to see her son Henry engaged in fucking his girlfriend Kathy while Margaret was sitting on the bed with her skirt up and bare pussy on display while Kathy's brother Robbie was sitting next to her with his arm around the governess. "I am sorry, Miss Margaret, for interrupting you here," Lucille said, trying to avoid tears at the shame she was incurring now that her son, as well as his girlfriend and her brother, would know of her subservience to the governess who ostensibly was employed by her. Lucille now followed Margaret's instructions and the three young people were astonished to see Henry's very formidable mother lift her long skirt and pull down her full-sized white panties to disclose a dark hairy bush.