[You may find this story more enjoyable if you first have read My Strict Young Governess Chs. 1 through 6. However, you may also read this one directly to decide if it is to your fancy. This story involves significant discipline as well as bodily functions. If either of these topics bothers you, please do not read the story. All characters are 18 or over.]
My life had improved because of the presence of my 25-year-old governess, Suzanne. I had accepted that I needed someone to take control of me and of my life. That sounds rather extreme, I know, but here I was, in my late 40s, and I was flailing. I loved my husband, but my children were grown and gone.
I had never regarded myself as submissive, but I now felt that I had gone on too long without direction. A positive, strong young woman unafraid to take charge of life and of me was what I needed. Yes, she would likely embarrass me, perhaps even humiliate me, but I needed that. I can't entirely say why, but maybe it was a search for some kind of security I needed and didn't have.
So, I had gone and advertised. Ned and I interviewed women, but we knew Suzanne was our person from the moment we spoke with her. She was confident but not boastful. She knew what she didn't know. She was attractive but I felt she regarded her charm as a means not an end.
I soon became accustomed to being told how to dress, what to do, and when to do things, including sex and my use of the toilet. Suzanne imposed discipline on me. I was spanked and caned when she felt I was resisting her direction. She was also kind and although she had free reign to sleep with my husband, which she did, and which I knew was a big plus in his eyes, she included me much of the time.
I became friends with other women who had become subject to the direction and control of young governesses. The whole idea was filled with embarrassment for me. I found that that aroused me. Suzanne and I had met another young governess, Linda, who had been retained by her aunt, Frances now Franny, at Melanie's Feminine Fashions, a store which catered to the trade of governesses and their charges.
Suzanne had had me purchase juvenile clothing, such as little girl panties, at that store as well as embarrassing items that were used to form a punishment outfit for me. Suzanne identified a place in the living room where I would stand with my skirt up and panties down when I was awaiting punishment. This was my naughty spot.
She also had a little red book in which she entered all my offenses and punishments. She also might award me naughty marks which would be settled weekly by spankings and the cane.
One day Suzanne told me she needed to be away for a few days but had arranged for a young saleswoman in Melanie's store, Adrienne, who was all of 19, to serve as my babysitter. She would have all the authority of Suzanne as my governess. I knew Adrienne because she often accepted these short-term assignments. She was very dominant and seemed more severe than Suzanne. She did worry me because was so young, confident, and so likely to shame me.
She was also blonde and lithe and quite attractive. She had often visited us for tea with Linda and Franny, and sometimes with a middle-aged lady she was supervising. Recently, she had come with Maggie, a middle-aged trans woman, whom she was frequently called on to supervise.
When Adrienne arrived, she told me I needed to submit to inspection, which meant that I would remove my blouse, lift my skirt, and pull down my panties to my knees. Adrienne then scrutinized the crotch of my white shiny panties, looking for any stains from my urinating, defecating, or menstruating.
Suzanne had trained me quite well so that I had not stained my undies. Then Adrienne would have me embarrassingly hold my labia open for an inspection of my pussy. Again, I was very attentive to wiping after I used the toilet, so I was generally clean there. Finally, she would probe my anal opening with a small square of toilet tissue, and I prayed it would not emerge with a smudge.
I bent over the dining room table and held my bottom cheeks open, sensing both the cool air on my bottom and Adrienne's gaze as she peered into my crack and then I felt her finger push the piece of tissue into my bottom-hole. She took it out, apparently disappointed that it was clean.
"You've been a good girl, Deb," she conceded. "Suzanne has done a good job in training you. She did give me your book which I've reviewed. I told her that I do believe in regular maintenance, and she said that whatever I felt was needed would be fine."
I worried now that I would get a major maintenance spanking. Adrienne reviewed the book again and my face reddened when she observed that I should get my period the next day.
"You will wear a liner in your panties starting tonight, Deb," she instructed me, "so that you don't get any stains in them. Are you still using tampons?"
I still blushed because I've never been forthcoming to anyone about my period, but I said that I was. She started to lecture me on the advantages of menstrual cups or period panties. I responded that Suzanne had said that she would be introducing me to period panties soon.
"I think we might as well try them during this coming period," Adrienne said firmly. "Does your period normally arrive when you expect it to start?"
I replied that I was quite regular. Adrienne reached into her large handbag and took out a pair of Thinx period panties in my size. Now I realized her advantages in working for Melanie's store which carried so many different personal items for women.
"When you get your period," she said, "I want you to come to me and show me the liner. Then we will have you wear the period panties."
I was quickly losing my reluctance to discuss my period. I even began wondering how a young woman like Adrienne dealt with hers. So, I asked her if she liked the period panties.
It took only an instant for me to grasp that I had made a mistake and my bottom would pay for it.
