Karen and Emily enjoyed the idea of going out for a pleasant New Year's brunch at noon on the first day of the year. Their favorite spot was called Glenda's, and not only because it was quiet and cozy and had superb, imaginative cuisine to boot. Glenda herself, the proprietress, was a lissome lady in her 30s who dressed in executive-style conservative suits and tweeds, belying her own very strong attraction to similarly-appearing women.
Emily had known Glenda from when the latter had first arrived in town and the two had reached that level of friendship where knowing nods replaced any need to communicate by word. So on New Year's, Karen informed the three submissives who lived with them—Emily's older sisters Leslie and Linda, and Karen's mother, Marian—that they would be having brunch together at Glenda's.
All three women suppressed their instant reaction, which was a fearful one. They all knew all too well that for them, the most significant location in Glenda's restaurant was the ladies' room. This was where Glenda had made it clear that domes were free to use the couch to discipline their charges in a semipublic manner. All three had been spanked on the couch and had seen other women made to lower their panties and climb across their dominant's lap to be punished in this childish manner.
Karen then went on to detail her instructions as the three women fretted about the outing. To their disappointed faces, she told them they would all be required to wear hicut white cotton panties with a small pantiliner. Everyone knew that this meant that the liner was likely to be inspected by Karen or Emily and when found to be soiled or stained, would result in more severe disciplining.
The women were then made to lower their panties for pre-lunch inspection before leaving the apartment. Linda lowered her hicuts first and everyone saw the tell-tale string that indicated she was on her period. Karen immediately issued the humiliating order to Emily's sister to remove her tampon and replace it with only a very small pad. Poor Linda realized that this meant she would indubitably stain her panties and receive extra punishment, as well as supreme humiliation when bared in the ladies room.
Usually, Karen's mother, Marian, was the most resistant to training and thus was punished the most harshly, mostly by her own daughter. Karen took special pleasure in putting Marian through her paces because her mother had been offhandedly dismissive of the petite Karen while the young dome was growing up. Now Karen, still in her 20s looking like a teenager, was a superb domme in the making, having learned many of the necessary attributes from her great friend Emily. While both had regular boy friends, they often spent nights together in Emily's spacious bed, as they explored their feminine charms.
Marian began to open her mouth to protest the pantiliner requirement and before she could have her say, Karen pulled out a tiny pair of little girl panties—the kind with bunnies on them and a reinforced plastic crotch to take care of the inevitable accidents young girls experienced—and held them out. "You will wear these, Marian," she intoned, as her mother cringed but accepted the shameful panties and then began the even more embarrassing process of removing her regular underpants so she could put the tight little girly ones on.
Leslie, the second sister, had avoided the humiliations visited on her older sister, Linda, and Karen's mom, Marian. She tried to focus on staying quiet while she inserted the awful little pantiliner in the crotch of her hicuts. Now that all three subs had been inspected, Karen told Emily that everyone was ready to go. They arrived at Glenda's and the owner smiled gratefully as they entered.
Glenda was appreciative of the patronage Emily had generated for her café. She also had enjoyed being invited to Emily's luxurious apartment on an evening when everyone else was away. The two had had a lovely light repast and then repaired to Emily's commodious bed for a night of exciting pleasures. Glenda was an experienced lesbian but even she had no awareness previously of the amazing techniques Emily knew to heighten sensitivity and postpone gratification.
Glenda's bright auburn curls contrasted appealingly with Emily's sprightly dirty blonde ponytail. Emily never dressed as her conservatively-attired friend Karen did. She preferred much more distinctive but exceedingly well-tailored outfits that exuded her own imagination and originality. Her assistant, Wendy, led the party to a choice corner round table and sparkled as she chatted with Karen while Emily remained to exchange a few words with her boss.
"If any of your charges misbehave," Glenda said with a grin, "and you decide to take them to my ladies' room to be disciplined, be aware that I have obtained a few little items that you might enjoy making use of," she explained to a very interested Emily. "There's a small box in the second drawer by the sink that contains what I call 'punishment tampons,' sweetie. When inserted, they emit occasional little stings that produce interesting reactions from the wearer," she giggled.
