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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.
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.
Claire did not hesitate to take the younger woman in her arms for a warm hug and she ran her hands then down Karen's sides and cupped them below her bottom cheeks as she helped her up onto the commodious bed. Karen daringly ran her finger over Claire's large protruding labia right down through her legs and the hair there to dab at Claire's puckered little anal rosette. Being treated as a younger person appealed to the soft side of the highly assertive Claire, who giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I will, yes, if you decide to let me, mommy." When Claire finished enjoying her cum, Karen again probed the dark puckered anal opening with her index finger and again felt the imminent need Claire was having to sit on the toilet soon.
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.
"Is Kathy home yet?" Karen asked, wondering if Jamie's sister, for whom he had little use because his own growing up years had been ruined by the cruelty with which Kathy and his mother had treated him, had secured a job. When Kathy told her, she took the slightly older woman in her arms and held her tight and assured her that she and Jamie loved her in spite of everything and that they would make sure she got the right position soon. "You can stay here," Karen said, knowing Jamie would not be happy, "but expect that Claire may want you in her house on a weekend now and then."
Dianne and Jason, both in their 20s, had low-paying jobs so they had been subjected by their mother to being ruled at home by the 35-year-old Grace. "However," she went on quickly, "your mother has told me about something she just experienced that will result in her being disciplined." With that sentence unleashing a torrent of anticipation in Dianne and Jason, and now well-justified fear on the part of Samantha, Grace turned to her employer. "You apparently were unable to hold your pee until you reached the toilet," Grace lectured Samantha as all could now see the large yellow stain in the gusset of the white panties.
Less than five minutes after Rose had gone, keys turned in the lock, and Clark and Bradley barged in, locking the door behind them. "That's better," she said, tossing the flannel back to Clark, who held it at arms length between her finger and thumb, screwed up her piggy nose, then tossed it into the washbasin and crossed her arms behind her head again. Exercises like this were usually second only to rubbing-off in my hierarchy of daily pleasures: but leered at by Clark and Bradley, with no control over what I must do or how long for, I found them hateful. "I'd put it down to what Clark and Bradley did to you," said Rose.
"No," says Clare quickly: she is going to go on to say that she had not farted at Miss Bulstrode, but the Instructress continues: The whole class holds its breath as Clare follows miserably to the front of the class and does as she was bidden, removing her short grey skirt and her grey-white regulation knickers and placing them on Miss Bulstrode's desk. And minute -- any second now -- Matron will remove the nozzle and she will be allowed to use the potty again, and this time not even the staring eyes of the whole class will inhibit her, stop her from expelling all the noxious stuff in her bowels. Groggily Clare feels Miss Bulstrode's strong arms pulling her back off the desk, twisting her onto her feet, and pointing at the enamel potty on the floor.
"Let's try these on and see what you like," my wife said. Jessica left me alone the rest of the day but I caught Julie looking over at me like she wanted to say or ask something. My wife smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the forehand and said, "You're going to work tomorrow and that's final." It looked like she wasn't thinking along the same lines so I asked, "Do you think I need another 'preemptive strike' this morning." The look I got from my wife made me doubt I was speaking English. She seemed embarrassed when she noticed it, "Well maybe you're okay after all." She stood there a minute without making eye contact then finally said, "I think you're done.
While I was enjoying drinking the pee slowly from the potty I let them take it in turns to suck me until I came. "Now then," said Jean, "We are going to give you a lovely day in bed, starting with breakfast, for being such a good sport. "Now, you not going anywhere my lad, so enjoy your breakfast." Said Jeanie as Di brought in a tray with some slices of brown bread, and a pretty bowl covered by a napkin, which she pulled off with a flourish. A whole day, no, twenty four hours by now, with nothing to drink but every's life giving pee and a little cum protein added for good measure.
I'd had my morning drink of Di's pee, and planned on having a long slow wank on her bed wearing her panties. As soon as they were out the front door I thought I'd have a look at Aunty's undies to see if anything fitted better than Di's, but I saw her potty under the bed with pee still in it. "I know how you feel about it." Jean said, "I like drinking it too." So the best I can do is pee on my face and drink what I can, then cum at the end. "I'm going to pee now Jean, so hold my cock and aim for my mouth." And I have two ready mouths to drink my pee and my cum.
I went into Diane's room, heart thumping, thinking to steal a pair of her panties, but saw her potty was still full of pee. While I was drinking it, she started rubbing me, and oh boy, did I ever cum quickly in my pants, or rather hers as I was wearing a pair of her panties at the time. "I'll have to teach her to pee more slowly." I thought, "so I can savor it." When she'd finished I licked her clitoris gently, and she responded again by moving her hips slowly at first, and then with more intensity as she came to a climax. We all thought it was gross, but I tasted some of my pee last night and it wasn't so bad.