[This story involves bodily functions so if that is not something you find compatible with your interests, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
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I had been pleased with how my husband Brad had behaved after I had sent him to my friend Miriam for disciplining. Miriam is older than I am, about 40, and she has long dominated her husband Tom, who is slightly younger than his wife. She is attractive but not a woman who would instantly attract your attention.
Brad had been uncaring in the way he left his things all over, and I was especially annoyed to find his soiled underwear on our bed or on the floor there or in the bathroom. What made this worse was his attitude when I raised the issue with him: he appeared to feel that he was behaving quite normally.
I told him in no uncertain terms that this was a deal-breaker and he would have to change his ways or else. He realized then that I was serious and pleaded for me to give him another chance. I knew this was not a wise step and told him, to his surprise, that I was going to send him to someone else to be disciplined.
He was taken aback and when he and I arrived at my friend Miriam's, he began to understand what lay beneath my complaints about his behavior. She spanked and caned him, put him in panties, and had him render oral service to both her pussy and her bottom-hole. His humiliation was increased by his being dressed as a parochial schoolgirl and Miriam's wearing her strict schoolteacher outfit.
I knew that Miriam enjoyed this particular roleplay because she was a teacher in real life. These kinds of scenes gave her the chance to impose discipline and punishment she could not use in her regular school life.
Brad improved his behavior for a while and our sex life was good. But he did have a tendency still to disregard my feelings and seemingly ignored my request that our bedroom be clean and neat so I would find it relaxing to lie down there.
After he had not improved after some warnings from me, I told him I was sending him back to Miriam "for another lesson." My husband's countenance clouded quickly, and he did plead with me to reconsider as he recalled how severe her discipline had been. I think he began to think about her figging him, for example, and his anus was already responding to the possibility of another ginger stick insertion.
This time, I decided not to accompany him, feeling that Miriam's discipline would be that much more effective if he were there alone with her rather than seeing me as a possible source of clemency.
My sealed note to her read as follows:
Dear Miriam,
My husband who bears this note has lapsed in his conduct of late. He has continued to leave his soiled clothing, especially underwear, on the floor of our bedroom and bathroom. In general, he has displayed a lack of respect for my feelings.
I hope you will be willing to correct him with a view to rectifying this situation.
Cordially,
Susan
Brad took the envelope with him and walked uneasily down our block to Miriam and Tom's house. He rang the bell and Miriam answered the door. She saw him and immediately asked for the note, which he quickly handed to her.
She opened it, read it, and look at him with a withering glance as she ordered him to take off his shirt, trousers, socks, and shoes. Once he had done that, and was now in his white boxer shorts and tee shirt, she led him to their basement, where, unbeknownst to me, she and Tom had installed a discipline room, which could be organized to provide a suitable backdrop for various fantasies and roleplays.
Miriam had it arranged as a schoolroom and she absented herself after telling him to sit behind a low school desk facing the front where there was a large desk for the teacher and a blackboard. She told him to take off his remaining clothing and put on several items that were laid out: a pair of small white panties, a training bra, and a white blouse and short plaid skirt, with little white socks and oxford shoes that would fit him.
Brad had so dressed himself, when Miriam returned in a severe teacher's outfit, which featured a crisp white blouse, demure navy skirt, seamed hose, black pumps, and her auburn hair up in a bun. She said he would be addressed as Bradleigh.
"You have misbehaved repeatedly, Bradleigh," she began. "I'm inclined to fail you in Conduct for this marking period, which will exclude you from all extracurricular activities at school including sports," she added. "I will check every day with your teachers as to your behavior and you will be punished for any reports of unsatisfactory behavior."
"We now enter grades by computer," she advised, "so any teacher may enter a naughty mark which will be received by me as your homeroom teacher. I will not be pleased to receive any such reports."
She now sat down on an armless chair in front of her desk.
"Come up here now," she ordered, "and get across my lap."
Brad, or Bradleigh, complied and was now laying across Miriam's skirted lap. Miriam ceremoniously lifted his little skirt and put on a leather spanking glove she had kept on her desk. Then she began to spank Brad's pantied bottom slowly but soon increased both the tempo and the strength of the spanks until he was moaning and then crying out.
"You're quite the crybaby, Bradleigh," Miriam said with a deprecating tone to her voice, "so perhaps you will learn to behave properly when I send you home after your punishment."
Now she put her thumbs in the waistband of his panties and slowly took them down to his knees. Brad whimpered from the spanking and this new humiliation, saying in a pleading way, "Oh Miss, I'll be good. Please don't take down my panties."
Miriam laughed and replied, "It sounds like you have become acclimated to wearing panties. I'm please Susan has had you wearing hers after she has had them on for a day. Well, you need to remember that naughty little girls have their panties taken down for punishment."
While Brad knew that I had kept Miriam informed of my having him wear my soiled panties, he was ashamed to be presented by that knowledge in this moment where his bare bottom was now exposed.
Miriam now ceremoniously inserted a thermometer into my husband's anal opening. He shrieked both from the cold feeling of the vaselined tip entered his anus and the shame of having his temperature taken in this childish manner. At that moment, her husband Tom entered the schoolroom setting and said, "Oh, Miss, is this little girl having her temperature taken in her botty?"
Miriam smiled and told him that he knew that that was how naughty boys and girls had their temperatures taken. Tom was clad in short pants and a dress shirt as if he too were in school but had been permitted to retain male clothing.
"This is the second time I have had to discipline Bradleigh for not obeying her classroom teacher," Miriam explained to Tom.
Signaled by Miriam, Tom then left the room, much to Brad's relief, since even though he knew that Tom was in fact being disciplined by being put in schoolboy costume, it was still terribly embarrassing to Brad for him to see Brad dressed as a schoolgirl with panties down and the thermometer sticking out of his bottom-hole.
When Miriam finally extracted the thermometer, she put it aside, not bothering to inform Brad of the reading. She then told him she needed to "check his oil," which meant she would don a plastic glove and insert her finger into his anal opening to reach in as far as she could to see if he would soon need to have a bowel movement.
Brad knew that this was what she was checking, and he also realized that he was likely to need to defecate soon.
Miriam felt the mass inside and announced, "So you do need to make a doody soon, don't you, Bradleigh?"
"Yes, Miss, I will need to make a doody," Brad answered, fearful of angering Miriam the schoolteacher with any resistance to this new humiliation.
"Can you go now, or do we need to insert a suppository or give you an enema?" she asked insultingly.
"I think I can go, Miss," Brad said in a small voice.
Miriam now brought out a small wooden child's potty and had Brad sit on it. He had to bend his penis, partly erect from the excitement of the disciplinary scene, so it would go under the seat and he soon began to pee. The pee stream made noise as it hit the bottom of the potty and some of the pee spattered back on Brad's bottom. He then obviously strained now and soon felt relief as he passed a large, thick light brown turd into the potty with a plop.
"Are you finished?" Miriam asked bluntly.
When he answered affirmatively, she had him stand, bend over and spread his cheeks, and she took some toilet paper and wiped his not-very-dirty anal opening and surrounding area.
Brad was worried now about what would happen next, although slightly relieved that Tom had not been present to witness the humiliation of his being made to defecate into the potty and be wiped by Miriam as his teacher.
He was surprised when there was a knock on the door and a young woman who was also severely dressed as a schoolteacher entered.
"Miss Andrews," she said to Miriam, "I'm sorry to interrupt you because I see you are having to deal with another naughty girlβor is she a she?"
"No, Andrea," Miriam answered, "with his mother's agreement, he is being treated now as a girl because of his naughtiness."
"What did he do?" Andrea, who in real life, was Miriam's niece, asked, knowing that Miriam would relate an account that would embarrass me greatly.
"His mother told me that he had been caught trying on and sniffing her worn panties," Miriam said in a very deprecating way. "I have observed him trying to peek up the girls' skirts in class and even look up mine."
"That is quite terrible behavior," Andrea responded censoriously. "Is she being punished?"
"I've spanked him," Miriam recounted. "And after I took his temperature, I saw that he needed to use the potty, so I had him do that just now."
"Did he make number 1 and number 2?" Andrea persisted in her questions.
"Yes," Miriam said plainly, "and it's still over there in the potty."
"Oh, how awful for you to have to witness that!" Andrea exclaimed. "What a dirty little boy!"
"Do you like being dressed as a girl?" she asked me in a very insulting tone.