[This story involves bodily functions so if that offends you, don't proceed further. All characters are 18 or over.]
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This had been one of my best situations during my time as a governess. The two Grant girls were just challenging enough to keep me on my toes. But I hadn't needed to discipline either of them at all frequently for ages. And I realized that since Joyce, the younger one, was now 18, it was probably time for me to start looking for my next position.
I would soon hit 30 myself and although I had enjoyed being a governess, both for the good pay and appreciation that I invariably elicited from parents freed from many of their child-raising duties. My life had been so complete that I did not even think about what I did as coming under the rubric of domestic service.
I had made some friends who had obtained similar positions with families. We had created a very informal network that among ourselves we called "More Than A Nanny", which conveyed the real status of our positions, that we were responsible for educating (beyond school) and disciplining our charges.
So, I began sending out gentle requests to long-time colleagues inquiring whether they had heard about any open or soon-to-be-open posts that they themselves would not seek because they were satisfied where they were.
A few leads came back to me and I was just beginning to follow them up, knowing that most of the time, the mother (who usually was the parent in charge of hiring a governess) would want me to start as soon as possible.
Later that day, however, my employer, Julie Grant, a charming woman who was likely in her mid-40s, asked me to join her in the all-purpose room the family used mainly for relaxation. Julie was well-dressed as always, in striking separates: a crisp white top and a handsome navy skirt, with her gorgeous burgundy pumps and sheer hose. A natural blonde, she wore nice clothes well.
I felt I was decently attired myself, with a forest green blouse and nice tweed skirt which served to set off my flaming red hair. Mrs. Grant never seemed to be interested in putting me down as a governess, which some women would try to do, so there was really no feeling of competition between us.
"Susan," she began, "when Joyce leaves for school next week, I'm sure you appreciate that I would have a difficult time asking you to stay on. However, I do have a proposition for you that I hope you will consider."
When she paused, I saw that this was no normal offer of some kind of make-work to keep me around the house doing odd chores. I did wonder just what this apparently well-adjusted woman had in mind but remained silent, merely nodding my head in assent.
"Susan," she went on, "you have been a tremendous help in my raising the girls. Because of your work, I feel they are maturing in the best way and have a good sense of what they are about and where they should be heading in life. If I didn't think you would be looking for another governess position, I would not raise the proposition I now am suggesting."
I waited, unsure of where this was headed.
"You probably are aware that my husband is away a great deal of the time," she began. "This is definitely a burden for me, but your role here has diminished so much of my feelings of inadequacy in handling the household and the girls. He will continue to be away and I'm afraid I may just lose it being on my own so much.
"I'm not the most focused person," she said in a confessional sort of tone, "and I really will need some direction. Please don't think less of me for making this request because I feel it is indicative of my inner strength rather than weakness in tackling what looks to be a real challenge for me.
"You have shown excellent discretion in exercising the extensive authority I gave you over the girls," she stated. "While I know that they deserved the spankings you gave them when they were younger, I admired how you eased off as they grew up and you allowed them to grow more independent."
I realized she was having a hard time getting to her point, so I merely smiled appreciatively.
"Susan," she now said in a more forceful voice, "I will come right to the crux of it: I want you to be my governess. I want you to take charge of me and guide me as I try to put my life together now. I feel like I'm without direction, even though I have many social involvements and responsibilities with several groups."
Awaiting further description of what she had in mind for me, I listened attentively.
"I want you to take charge of me in terms of discipline," she said, and I could tell this was difficult for her to express. "I need a strict, younger woman to put me through my paces. Yes, I must admit that I crave the idea of being submissive to a governess who naturally exercises authority as you do.
"I'm hoping this is something that might appeal to you," she added, "because as a governess, you clearly have a temperament that is not averse to awarding and imposing punishment. I want you to put me in my place, but with a strict yet sympathetic attitude. You are really doing this for my own good."
I hesitated to interrupt her confessional request, but I did ask, "Maybe you should describe a little of what you have in mind, being specific."
"Yes," she replied, "that makes sense. Whatever you decide I deserve, I will not protest. I trust your judgment. But be assured that I do want to be embarrassed and even humiliated. You may decide to discipline me however you wish, and I know you will determine appropriate limits. For example, I would not like to be permanently marked.
"But you will be in control of my toilet use," she said, as her face showed a deep blush at that statement. "You will decide when and what I consume and how I dress. If you feel I need to be shamed, you may decide to make me wear clothing more suited to a teenager. And yes, I will get a sexual charge out of this and in one difference between a normal governess role and this one, you may demand sexual services from me, of almost any kind."
She looked at me now for a response.
"I must say, Julie—I assume I may call you that," I responded.
She nodded and said, "Yes, please call me that or whatever you wish...Miss."
I nodded in return. "This does sound attractive to me," I went on. "Are you ready for me to see how this will work? We might as well see right now if it makes sense for both of us."
She smiled at me and answered softly, "Yes, Miss. I think that is the right way to proceed."
"Very well, then," I said, adopting a slightly firmer tone. "We should begin with an inspection, Julie. Stand up and unzip your skirt, slip it off, and fold it and put it on that chair."
She looked surprised at my sudden exercise of command but unzipped her stylish navy skirt and slipped it down and off, placing it folded on the chair. She was standing in front of me in her top and pastel blue hicut panties.
"Now reach down and pull your panties down for inspection," I said in a quiet, assured way.
She did as directed and I bent down to examine the crotch of her panties. There clearly were some stains from discharge and pee, as well as a thin brown line toward the rear.
"Your panties are disgraceful, Julie," I said, "you have stains of several kinds. Take them off right now."
She again complied and now was standing, hands at her side with her neatly trimmed dark bush on full display. I could see the very top of her slit down beneath her mons.
"As you know, I haven't had to spank the girls for ages for this kind of thing," I said, "but you have earned a good spanking for your stained panties."
I now told Julie to unbutton and remove her top as well as her bra. She proceeded to take off the blouse and then she reached back and unhooked her pale blue bra and put both on the chair. I realized when her nicely-rounded breasts appeared, that Julie was more than well-preserved for her age.
Then I sat down on a firm armless chair and beckoned her with my finger to get across my tweed-skirted lap.
She assumed this humiliating position, which she was clearly not accustomed to, as I began to pat her bare bottom. I ran my fingers across it and let them find their way down into her rear divide so that they were insinuating themselves into her little crinkled anal rosette. One finger pushed into her anus and then quickly was withdrawn.
I purposely did not finger her in front, leaving her clit and vagina untouched for now. But it was obvious that she was excited and becoming wet down there.
Now I began to spank her and tell her that she would stand for panty inspection every day until her panties were spotless. Then, I added, she would occasionally be required to submit to the embarrassing process without advance notice.
Her bottom grew rosy and then redder as I spanked, increasing the strength of the spanks as the spanking continued.
She exercised good control but then did begin to plead that it really hurt, and would I please stop.
After a while I did stop, and I told her that I would indeed give her a safe word but that if she used it, we would probably have to end this arrangement.
She thanked me and was allowed to stand up. I told her then that I would call her Deedee when she was being disciplined and that she could call me Miss Susan.
We then discussed how she would dress. I told her that in recognizing her new status, she would be expected to dress as a younger person. This meant I wanted her to wear short skirts, socks, and sleeveless blouses.
"You will usually be wearing control panties," I added, "Spanx or something similar. As these now are designed with a slit in the crotch, I will supervise you in the bathroom while you become accustomed to using the slit when you relieve yourself without taking down the panties."
She looked confused to hear how this change would disrupt her bathroom habits of a lifetime. Then I said that when I thought she had been naughty, I would have her wear red panties. These, I added, "would be visible when she was also wearing a special short skirt as punishment."
I could see that all of this was starting to build up in her, so I slowed down to let her adjust to her new status, especially since it was what she had asked me to impose.
Julie then smiled and asked, in a small voice, "Miss Susan, if I'm a good girl, would you maybe let me pleasure you? I would do it exactly as you would tell me, of course."
I smiled back and answered, "Of course, Deedee, if you have behaved as I expect you will, then I would enjoy that very much. But for now, I want you to concentrate on showing me spotlessly clean panties every day. Then you can begin using the control panties and the slit for your toilet needs. That will take some getting used to."
I went on to tell Julie that I wanted her to focus on her behavior so that whenever I felt she had not behaved properly, I would award her a naughty mark. "We will then settle naughty marks every so often, probably weekly, with the cane," I added.
"Would I possibly be punished with other people present...or in public?" she asked plaintively.
