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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.
As I popped in the kitchen, Scott stood in just a little pair of jockey underwear clearly showing his penis out line. He made a number of little circles before he slowly let his hand go lower into the folds of my pussy. This time as we talked Scott hand slowly came over and started rubbing my pussy lips. Four months later Scott had called our house to see about staying during another tradeshow and my husband readily welcomed him to stay. Every evening we met down stairs and every night he fingered me through my satin panties to orgasm. That night we ended up meeting in the kitchen once again but this time Scott said that he wanted to help my lower back feel better.
Over the next few day's and night's I rubbed my pussy through my panties, ensuring they were soaking wet with my juices. He finger fucked my pussy through my sodden panties as he sucked my petruding clit, the look on his face confirmed to me that he was in heaven. My pussy being rubbed frantically as I did this, I looked up to see him smelling the ripped panty that I thought had been discarded. Eventually he lifted me off his body and lay me down on the bed, I watched as he detangled my panty from his cock the same way he did when I caught him wanking with my french Knickers.
Deirdre took the little soft whip and quietly positioned in down beneath Laura's split and without warning, snapped it with some authority right into the open cleft that Laura had made as she held her own labia apart. "You know, Laura, that naughty girls are not permitted breaks for that purpose once the discipline has begun, so you will have to hold it, I'm afraid," Deirdre said in her firmest tone, anxiously hoping that her niece would lose control and that the colleagues would witness her releasing her pee stream down on the floor. "I think that is enough," Deirdre said calmingly, as she first wiped Laura as one would a small child who has lost urinary control out of fear, and then bade Laura to stand, retrieve her knickers and let her skirt down.
During the time that we were using an underground paper for finding modeling opportunities for my wife I came across an ad for a female model that was willing to have up skirt pictures taken of her. We set a date and he said he wanted my wife to wear a skirt and button top with bra and panties or a dress with button up front. I had a good time at the Mall as she only put the dress on and her heals, gave Chuck her panties after she wiped her moisture with them and gave me her bra that I threw in the back seat of the car.
I laughed and we ate our dinners defiantly slowly, my daddy had his hand up and down my leg the whole time. After dinner I couldn't wait to get home, but daddy said we had to stop somewhere first. I stroked his cock slowly, licking all the way around the head while I looked up at him, smiling. I stood up and stripped the panties down, feeling so hot standing naked and hard in front of my daddy. I did what he asked, trying not to get too turned on with his fingers up my ass and feeling his slippery hot dick in my hands. I felt so empty when daddy took his fingers out of me, but then I felt the tip of his cock-head probing.
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.
"Well," Karen responded, "perhaps he also figured that if he got a job and managed to make it work, he'd get away from being disciplined by me and humiliated, you know, like when you had me supervise him in the bathroom." She still blushed when she described how she had learned to exercise her feminine dominance over the handsome Jamie. Jamie noticed very quickly that Karen was being quite nice to him and he started looking at her for the first time as someone other than his embarrassing supervisor, heck, babysitter to put it bluntly, and now saw an attractive woman he could see himself spending time with. Jamie moved between Karen's legs and began kissing her calves then thighs, making her yearn to feel that massaging tongue right on her cunt.
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.
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.
One of the bartenders walked by and asked what was wrong, and I told him that I had to pee. He said, "It would sure be a shame if you pee-peed in your panties," and then he laughed. He walked by several more times and kept saying things about peeing in my panties. He said next time, I needed to pee in my panties because that was an even bigger turn-on. I left the bar about 30 minutes later feeling thoroughly aroused, and fingered myself to orgasm on the way home thinking about what happened. I started to look for opportunities to squat and pee outside. My bartender friend finally talked me into peeing in my panties.
In that embarrassing position, with panties and undershorts down and their anuses exposed as well as Susie's pudenda peeking through her open legs and Jim's scrotum visible, Chris took the plugs, rubbed a bit of lube on the business end and slowly inserted them in each anal opening. So when Dorothy mentioned a man she had been seeing, Chris smiled and mentioned that yes, he had been a year ahead of her when she was in school and was regarded as a good catch for someone back then. While they were getting started with dinner, her sister and brother-in-law could not hold back telling her the shame that they had felt that day when their immediate bodily needs brought on by the buttplugs had caused them to behave differently.
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!"
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.
I step on gingerly, being careful not to expose my stockings and suspender belt or let my cum filled condom slip off my cock, butt plug still vibrating away in my ass. As I see them part the light comes on in the house and I can see Emmy standing on the other side of the window, wearing very little, her legs spread apart slightly in a Wonder Woman-like pose, hands on her hips. The doors slide open slowly in front of my face and Emmy takes up position beside me, her fingers reaching down my ass crack giving my cummy asshole a little rub. I can feel the hands holding the panties release my ass and the cock slowly pull out of my asshole.
Later on I discovered through my mum that Grace would be away on the coming weekend and I had been volunteered to feed her cat. Not something I would normally be too delighted about but as I took Grace’s spare key from my mum so many naughty thoughts rushed through my head! I could already smell the gorgeous musky scent off all her combined dirty washing, but with these panties being close to the top I knew they were a fresher pair. I could barely believe that I was holding an item of clothing where my sexy neighbour’s excited wet pussy had been less than 24 hours previously.
Then I placed the pillow right on the edge of my bed so the crotch of the panties was hanging just slightly over. She sat silently staring at the pillow in my lap for five seconds or so then said something that caused all the bl**d to rush out of my face, "Wanna try it with me... She wiggled them past her shapely hips, down her thighs and past her knees, then stepped out of them and stood with her feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, hands turned toward me and asked, "Will these panties work..? She began to wildly grind her wet panties against my hardon with her mouth open against my left shoulder.
Nick was quite a bit older than Glenda but he enjoyed the assertiveness of his wife and looked forward to seeing her spank his daughter with her panties down. Barbara, realizing her shame would be complete, and seeing her father staring at her soiled panties and at her pubic mound and vaginal lips on open display, bent over and held her bottom cheeks apart shamefully. Her legs splayed, showing all of her feminine charms to her father who tried not to be too obvious in his interest in seeing his daughter's private places, including the rosy vagina with puffy lips that was displayed lewdly during Barbara's increasingly movement of her legs during the spanking. Barbara frowned but walked over to her father and said, "I'm sorry, Dad, for not doing a better job at keeping myself clean and having Glenda need to spank me."
"Well, Lucille," she said firmly, picking up on her employer's asking her to address her so intimately, "there's no time like the present, so you had better lift your skirt and lower those panties for your inspection." Henry cringed at the idea of anyone—even Kathy, who had been allowed by Margaret to spank him—to see him in pink panties, but he decided to make the best of the situation and thank her again. "I'm going to spank you for messing these panties," she said with mock seriousness and a grin, "but I'm going to give you a note to Margaret saying that I've already disciplined you so I hope she won't feel the need to do it too."
So attached, Maureen slowly pulled the tight control panties up and Lynn let out a little scream when she felt the prongs penetrating her inside channels. Lynn reddened in the face but sat on the toilet, pulled down the panties and took a breath without the prongs in her, and let her pee fly. It was about 8:00 A.M. on Saturday morning and Donna got out of bed and put her robe on, coming to the door with an annoyed look on her face, even though she really was thrilled with getting to watch Lynn on the toilet. Lynn did not wait for further instruction and lowered her tight control panties, allowing the prongs to slip out of her over-stimulated orifices, and with only her pajama tops on, got into Donna's bed and took her dominant niece in her arms.
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.
“The longer you take to get out of those wet clothes, the more water you are going to have to mop off my floor.” She said. “Ok, so put your clothes in the dryer.” She said and motioned with her eyes to the small closet at the end of the kitchen, “And get the mop out and clean my floor.” Dominique's little body shuddered and she thrust her pussy against me several times in quick succession. Dominique pressed into me and with her orgasm finished, she could focus just on pushing her pussy up and down the length of my cock. I stepped into the water and looked at Dominique's nude body.
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.
But at the time without a computer in my room I was a bit stuck for hot girls to look at, it had to do. The morning after one of these sessions I was getting dressed in my room when I noticed my neighbour, Grace, in the garden next door. I watched her in my half dream state, running her hands over her curves, teasing me, denying me even an imaginary look at her pussy. Grace was far sexier than any of my Babestation girls and her panties seemed so accessible. Naughty thoughts of getting Grace’s underwear filled my head and I couldn’t wait to borrow a worn pair from her.