[This story will make more sense if you read the earlier instalments. There's some severe discipline, incest, and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if any of that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
After the visit from both Aunt Kay and her husband Uncle Lee, I was waiting to hear how things were going with them. I had supervised their intercourse with the aim of getting Lee to slow down and focus on exciting and satisfying Kay rather than treating marital sex as an obligation. He had been a wham-bam kind of lover, which obviously frustrated Kay who rarely was brought to orgasm.
I guided them and they succeeded in cumming fairly close to each other. Kay understood that she had to pay more attention to her work, in terms of accounting and handling business, while Lee learned that he needed to think about pleasing her in bed. My role was likely to continue because Lee wanted to punish Kay for her mistakes but refused to consider hitting her.
In this situation, he was being gentlemanly, but someone needed to discipline her, and that someone would be me. I had been generous as well in allowing Lee to have sex with me so that he could learn how a man should treat a woman, and then I let my brother Rob, who is a fine swordsman, to make love to Kay to give her an idea of what she should be getting in bed.
Kay was soon to arrive for her next visit to me and I had promised Rob's girlfriend Kathy that she could play a significant role in this next round. Kay came right to my room above the garage where my brother and I had our own bedrooms well apart from the house itself where my parents—my mom was Kay's older sister—lived. Kay did not want my mom to know anything about any of this.
Kay brought a note from Lee, which I unsealed and read to myself. He told me that he deeply appreciated what I had done for them, especially during the last visit, and appreciated my willingness to continue to work with them and to discipline Kay. He said that Kay's work had improved but she still had to focus more on getting things done correctly and efficiently.
I told Kay to lift her skirt and lower her panties for my inspection. Kay is petite and I always marvel at her cute little skirts and small-sized panties. I carefully scrutinized the crotch of the panties and saw some stains in the gusset. I asked her for an explanation, and she was clearly embarrassed to tell me that she had waited too long to stop on the way to pee at a gas station so there were some pee stains. Her face reddened more when she told me that the other stains, which looked like they were from female vaginal discharge, probably were from her ovulating now.
I told her that she needed to do a better job of planning pee breaks to avoid staining her undies and that if she expected to be ovulating, or getting her period, she should be using a pantyliner in her pants.
"Are you going to spank me now, Susan?" Kay asked with a tone of fear in her voice.
"Yes, Kay," I said, "you will be spanked to remind you to focus more on your work and to be aware of your bodily functions, and how you have to use protection when you ovulate or menstruate. You are a grown woman, and here I am, a decade younger, having to make sure you put a liner in your panties, so they don't get stained."
By this time, Kathy had turned up. She heard me lecture Kay on the stains in her undies. Kathy is a luscious-looking blonde with a lovely figure and a charming smile who likely will be married to my brother Rob before too long. I really do love her like the sister I don't have, and she and Rob have included me in their bedroom activities (along with my own with Rob that she knows about and is ok with).
I knew Kathy could be assertive herself and so I decided to let her take charge of Kay for a bit. Until now, however, I didn't know quite how assertive she could be.
"Kay," she began, "you should be grateful to me because I approved having Rob fuck you last time so you could see what good lovemaking is like. I'm not pleased, though, that you have not behaved as you should in following Susan's advice as to both your work and your personal hygiene."
Kathy then gave my Aunt Kay a piercing look and I could see Kay flinch, first of all because while Kathy was tall and formidable, Kay was a petite woman. Even though she was likely fifteen years younger than Kay, Kathy surely was able to dominate her by sheer force of personality.
"Susan has worked with you, and yes, disciplined you at times, but also really tried to help you, especially at your last visit where she directed your intercourse with your husband and provided you with what I know is a pleasure as you were made love to by Rob, the love of my life. I approved that, but now you need to learn that you need to do your part in this program," Kathy emphasized.
"So, I'm here to provide some physical and psychological enforcement to Susan's efforts," Kathy explained. Kay had already lowered her panties for my inspection and now Kathy brought her gaze to them.
"I see that Susan has already inspected your panties," Kathy said sternly. "I will follow up with a pussy inspection." With that, she reached down and held Kay's thin labia apart, exposing her small vaginal opening. She noticed some dried pee that had made some of her pubic hairs stick together along with the vaginal discharge.
"Your cunt is a disgrace, Kay," Kathy said sharply. "Do you know how I deal with girls who present a dirty cunt at inspection? I have them hold themselves open and I whip them down there."
This seemed to push Kay's fear button and she started to whimper and then cry.
"You're not getting out of this by crying like a little girl," Kathy responded. She sat down on the armless wooden chair. "Get across my lap right now," she ordered.
In a shaky motion, Kay clambered across Kathy's broad skirted lap. Kathy easily put her left arm across Kay's tiny waist and put her right palm on her bottom cheeks. Then she started to spank hard and increasingly rapidly. I felt the spanks, but Kathy kept up the fusillade. Kay began to cry and then scream softly if one can do that. Her small bottom quickly became red.
Finally, she stopped and told Kay to stand right next to her. Kathy took her by the hand and told her to lie down on the long couch on her back. Kay easily fit on the couch and Kathy then had her spread her legs apart lewdly, which also spread her labia and exposed her vagina.
"Do you need to pee now, Kay?" she asked mildly.
Kay was surprised by this show of concern and in a small voice, said that she did need to pee.
Kathy picked up a small funnel and a bowl from a backpack she had worn and placed the funnel over Kay's pussy and the bowl under the bottom tube of the funnel. She told Kay to pee into the funnel, allowing Kay to sit up to do this.
It took Kay a few moments to get her pee flowing, probably out of fear. But then as I watched, I heard the trickle of the pee come through the funnel and bubble up in the bowl. When she was finished, Kathy took the funnel away and then the bowl and put them on a side table.
Then she came back and motioned to Kay to spread her legs again and this exposed her vagina once more. Kathy bent over from sitting alongside and peered into Kay's open vagina. She inserted her finger and felt the side walls of Kay's sheath.
"How often do you fuck?" she asked Kay rather peremptorily.
Kay stumbled but manage to say, "Not very often. Maybe every other week until I was here last time and had sex twice."
Kathy reached into her backpack and extracted a huge yellow dildo. She put a dab of Vaseline on it and gently inserted it into Kay's tight vagina. It took a while for Kay's vadge to adjust and open up to receive the massive cock. It probably was more than ten inches and quite thick. Kathy left it sticking out of Kay's hole and was considerate in not pushing it in so far as to hit Kay's cervix.
"Have you ever had children?" Kathy asked.
"No," Kay answered. She wisely did not try to explain her answer.
Kathy commented that this was obviously why she had such a "tight little cunt."
"I should probably whip your cunt, Kay," she said. Kay quivered at the thought of such a painful punishment. "But I will desist for today because I want to encourage you to comply with what Susan tells you. I gather than your husband is a lousy lover, but you are lucky that he is at least a gentleman in his refusing to hit you."
She now ordered Kay to move up and then bend over the end of the couch with her feet on the floor. When she did that, Kathy came up behind her and pulled her legs apart to disclose her little recessed bottom-hole.
"When did you last have a bowel movement?" she asked.
Kay's face reddened yet again and murmured, "This morning, Miss Kathy."
"Describe it to me," Kathy persisted. Kay clearly was totally freaked by this inquiry into her most private function.
"Well, it was about six inches long and tan more than brown and not too thick and held together so it wasn't a soft one and I easily wiped myself clean," Kay shakily answered.
"Yes, I see that your anal area looks clean, Kay," Kathy confirmed.
Then she picked up a cane, a thin one, from her backpack, and laid it on Kay's bottom. She drew it back and fired a strong stroke that stung Kay. Kay shouted out in pain. This merely moved Kathy to deliver several more fiery strokes across Kay's bottom atop her already red skin. Finally, Kathy gave her a seventh stroke that crisscrossed the others and Kay screeched.
"I'm going to turn you back over to Susan now," Kathy announced. "I hope this inspires you to do what she says and follow her instructions."
Kay managed to thank Kathy for correcting her.
