My Whipping Ch 05

My Whipping Ch. 05

By Susan Greenway

[This is part of a series. You may read it without having read the earlier chapters, although some behavior by the characters might be better appreciated by reading the series from the start. It contains fetish play, including bodily functions, and severe discipline. If any of this is not to your taste, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

One day my Aunt Kathy sidled up to me at breakfast and said she had been contacted by one of her former college pupils. She indicated that Lynn wanted to stop by to thank Kathy for how she had helped prepare her for life when she lacked confidence that she could manage the challenges she confronted.

When I had agreed to allow my aunt to live in my house after I inherited the place when my mother passed away, Kathy, who had gone along and even participated in my mother's cruel punishment visited on me, was willing to give me total authority over her for as long as she resided with me.

During this time, I had disciplined her when I believed she had misbehaved. This included spanking and caning her. If she misspoke, she usually realized she had crossed a line and immediately sought to retract or apologize or both. Such offenses usually resulted in my awarding her "naughty marks," which I would total each week and usually proceed to spank or cane her when she had accumulated several.

Much to Kathy's dismay, since she was a slight woman in her late 30s, I had obtained a school uniform for her that she was very embarrassed when I would order her to put it on. I found that having her wear the tight uniform--even on her slim frame--served to humiliate her even more, since she had been a teacher. I knew that allowing her former pupil, Lynn, to visit would be an occasion for me to embarrass my aunt in front of Lynn.

In many ways, I loved my Aunt Kathy. But even though she had participated in my punishment because she was submissive to my mother, I had not forgiven her for not standing up for me. My mother was a sadist: on one awful occasion, she whipped me thoroughly, including making me spread my legs and labia for her to punish me in my most sensitive places. What had made it worse was that I could see that Kathy was enjoying my torture at the hands of my miserable parent.

I told Kathy that it was fine to have Lynn stop by for tea and that I would join her.

"I'd be very embarrassed, Susan," Kathy slowly and fearfully looked at me, "if you disciplined me in front of Lynn. I hope that if I behave myself, you won't subject me to that humiliation."

"You're lucky, Kathy," I snapped, "that I don't punish you right now for your effrontery in telling me how I should behave. If you deserve to be spanked or otherwise, you will have your panties lowered and get it right on that naughty bottom."

"I'm sorry, Susan," she quickly tried to mollify me. "I didn't mean to challenge your authority. "

"Kathy," I replied, "I think that deep down you want me to discipline and even embarrass you in front of Lynn, don't you?"

"Susan, I suppose in a way I do," Kathy admitted. "It does make me wet just thinking about your putting me through that in front of my former pupil."

I let her go so she could invite Lynn over the phone to come by that afternoon for tea.

Kathy almost had a tantrum when before Lynn was due to arrive, I told her she would need to put on her school uniform.

"Oh, Susan," she cried, "that will so degrade me in front of my favorite student, who has expressed great affection for me. I've been good this week. Please spare me this horrible shame."

"You should consider yourself lucky, Kathy, that I don't punish you right now," I snapped. "Go put the uniform on and make sure you include the training bra and the cute little panties. Fortunately, you are so petite that they fit perfectly."

Kathy went off, trying not to show how disturbed she was by my orders, and returned soon dressed as I had directed. She had the white school blouse on over her white training bra--her bust was small, so the bra did not press in on her diminutive orbs--and the short, plaid, school skirt along with the white socks and brown oxfords. Her panties, often visible under her short skirt whenever she bent over or leaned forward, were small-sized and tight, made with the same plaid design on her skirt.

When she appeared in the living room just before Lynn's scheduled arrival, she seemed extremely nervous about her pupil seeing her so dressed. I told her, much to her dismay, that she looked nice and cute. She knew that she had to thank me for that dubious compliment, and she did.

When Lynn arrived, I was pleased to see a pretty, confident young woman in a nice indigo blazer and tasteful skirt who was quite sure of herself but very much pleased to see my aunt, who had recognized Lynn's qualities and encouraged her as well as taught her.

Kathy introduced me and added that I owned the house and was in charge of everyone here.

"Does that mean, Susan, that you are in charge of Kathy?" Lynn asked quite perceptively, with a thin smile.

"Yes, Lynn, when Kathy misbehaves, I do have to take charge of her and correct her," I answered.

"Do you spank her?" Lynn went on as Kathy's face reddened in shame.

"Yes, Kathy will have to lift her skirt and pull down her panties for a bottom-warming if she is naughty," I said plainly.

"Wow," Lynn declared. "Kathy, you know how much I owe you for how you took the time to help me navigate college when I wasn't sure after my first two years that I would succeed in graduating. Is this something that you need or have accepted as part of Susan's giving you a place to live?"

"Some of both, Lynn," Kathy said in a small voice. "I suppose I do need this kind of treatment at times."

We went into the living room where I had set out a teapot and service, with some pastries.

"Oh, this is just lovely," Lynn exclaimed. "Susan, thank you so much."

"Actually, Kathy prepared everything, Lynn," I responded. "Didn't you, Kathy?"

"Yes, Susan, I was so happy to hear from Lynn that I did get everything together," Kathy said shyly. "Susan did require that I wear this school uniform, which she does when she finds that I have misbehaved or been naughty."

"I let Kathy live here free of charge, Lynn," I mentioned, "but she knows she must obey the rules I set down for her."

"Oh, do tell me about those, Susan," Lynn gushed. "I'm still getting used to seeing Kathy dressed like she is. She was particularly good to me and helped me, so you can understand that this is quite a surprise and even a shock for me."

"Do we have to go into this?" Kathy dared to ask me.

"Yes, Kathy, we do," I snapped, "and for that, I want you to stand up now, lift your skirt, and pull down your panties."

Kathy was close to tears, but she did what I had ordered.

After she stood and held up her skirt and pulled down her plaid panties, I came over and peered into the crotch.

"You still haven't been wiping well, Kathy," I said deprecatingly. "I'm sorry Lynn has to see that her teacher left some brown and yellow stains in her panties, as well as a period mark."

"Does Kathy get spanked for that?" Lynn asked excitedly.

"Yes, and she may receive other punishments, too," I said, "because she has been given time to get used to keeping herself tidy."

"Actually, Lynn," I proposed, "perhaps you would be willing to take Kathy across your lap and spank her for me. Would you do that?'

"I guess I would," Lynn said with a smile. "Kathy," she said in a severe tone, "I'm surprised that you left pee and poo stains in your undies. And you must have not been prepared for your period, were you?"

"No, Lynn," Kathy said ashamedly. "I was a naughty girl."

"What happens to naughty girls, Kathy?" Lynn asked in a tone that suggested she was not spanking someone for the first time.

"They get spanked, Lynn," Kathy said.

"Yes," Lynn confirmed, "even naughty girls who are 38 years old."

She patted her lap, the age-old signal for Kathy to crawl across her superior's skirted lap.

With her skirt now secured above her waist and her panties held between her spread knees, Kathy clambered across Lynn's pretty beige pleated skirt. Lynn did not waste a moment as she began spanking Kathy very effectively, alternating cheeks but then applying several consecutive hard spanks to one then the other cheek.

Lynn then reached into her handbag and took out a fine ebony-handled hairbrush which she immediately put to use on Kathy's very red bottom. Kathy now started letting out little cries and then screams at each blow of the hairbrush.

I was watching, quite content to allow Kathy to be punished by her former student. Lynn looked at me and pointed between Kathy's legs. I nodded affirmatively, knowing she wanted me to give her approval to check Kathy down there.

Lynn ran her finger down Kathy's anal crack and through her furrow between her legs.

"Susan, does Kathy normally get wet down there when she is disciplined?" Lynn asked.

"Yes," I responded cheerfully. "She gets wet and sometimes she even loses control."

"You mean she lets pee out while she is being spanked?" Lynn continued her shaming of Kathy.

"Yes, Lynn," I answered as I could see Kathy's face turning as red as her bottom. "I've occasionally had to put her in diapers to correct this behavior but then she may go in the diaper. She definitely has a naughty streak."

"You would want to behave so I wouldn't have to do that, wouldn't you, Kathy?" I asked her as if speaking to someone who needs to be closely supervised.

"I'd like to behave better, Susan," Kathy replied, "and I'm trying very hard."

"Has she always been this way?" Lynn asked. "I did look up to her in college and still have such warm feelings when I think about her."

"It's a somewhat long story, Lynn," I began, "but Kathy was dominated by my late mother, who was her elder sister. My mother was not a nice person who was very cruel to me, and she even involved Kathy at times in punishing me. Ultimately, I stood up to my domineering mother, and when she passed away, I inherited this house. I loved Kathy despite her supporting role in my unhappy treatment by my mother, so I did offer her the privilege of living here, but that would include her being subject to my rules and my management."

"I gather you have a successful career, Susan, which shows what a bright, determined young woman you must be," Lynn said.

"Yes, Lynn, I've managed to do well," I responded, "and I also have a friend, Vivian, who lives with us and who has assumed some responsibility for supervising Kathy. I'm afraid my aunt needs this oversight and is content to live here under that condition."

All this time, Kathy was across Lynn's lap and was trying to hide her face from this discussion about her situation here.

"Susan," she now managed to say, "I'm sorry to interrupt you but I'm afraid I do need to use the bathroom. Would you allow to take care of that now?"

"Because you've been naughty, Kathy," I answered, "you may use the potty over there in the corner to do your business. What do you need to do?"

"I need to weewee and make a doody," Kathy managed to utter the embarrassing words. I saw Lynn cringe at Kathy's obvious embarrassment.

"Well, then," I told her, "Go ahead and sit on the potty and I'll let you know when you are allowed to do your business."

Lynn remained in the straight chair on which she sat to spank Kathy and looked amazed at how submissive her teacher was now.

"OK, Kathy," I finally announced, "you may peepee now, but you aren't allowed to do the other yet."

"Thank you, Susan," Kathy replied, happy to be permitted at least to empty her bulging bladder.

When her noisy pee stream slowed as she sat on the potty, I asked Kathy how badly she needed to make a doody.

"It's pressing down on me, Susan," Kathy whimpered, "and I'm afraid it will come out soon if I'm not allowed to go."

"Is it a big one, Kathy?" I continued my questioning of her personal habits.

"Yes, I think it is, and...oh, it is really pushing and I'm having trouble holding it in, Susan," Kathy cried. I then heard a loud plop as her bowel movement had made its appearance despite her not having received my permission for her to excrete it.

"I'm sorry you were unable to retain your doody, Kathy," I remonstrated with her. "You know that you have earned a punishment for that, haven't you?"

"Yes," Kathy resignedly admitted. "May I wipe now?"

"Perhaps I better wipe you this time," I responded, knowing that Lynn would find this humiliation quite fascinating.

I walked over and bent down to pick up some toilet paper located next to the potty. Then I placed it between Kathy's legs as she lifted herself up slightly to allow my hand to wipe her through her legs.

I carefully moved the paper through them, wiping her vulva which was wet from both her pee and her excitement, and then further through her anal area, pressing a bit into her bottom-hole to clean her efficiently.

Kathy tried to look away during this humiliating experience and Lynn gazed directly at her crotch, amazed at how Kathy submitted to my treatment.

When I pulled the paper up to examine it, I saw the wetness from her pee and vaginal secretions and some brown smudges from her defecation. I held it up so Lynn could see it, and she was reluctant to look too closely.

I moved along to direct Kathy to stand and now to get up on her knees facing the back of the chair. Kathy did what she was told, and now her red bottom was facing both Lynn and me.

I picked up a thin cane from the sideboard and said, "Lynn, as punishment for going without getting permission, I will have to apply the cane to Kathy's bottom."

Kathy did not complain about this to me, having resigned herself to the continuing humiliation. I stepped over behind her and laid the cane on her bottom, drew it back, and flicked my wrist to deliver a stroke to the middle of her red hindquarters.

Kathy screamed because of the cane's severe sting on her reddened cheeks. I gave her two more strokes, one above and one below the first, and decided that was enough in view of the hard spanking Lynn had imposed.

"You were going to tell me about your rules for Kathy," Lynn reminded me.

"Of course," I said, telling Kathy to stay kneeling on the chair with her panties down and her bottom and private parts totally exposed.

"I require Kathy to get permission to leave the house and to use the toilet when I'm here," I began. "When I'm not here, my friend Vivian will decide whether she should be permitted to go out or to use the toilet. If Kathy has been naughty, she may be made to wait to use the toilet. If she should have an "accident," she will be punished.

"She may be given an early bedtime if she has been acting up," I continued. "She also knows that if she resists an order or balks at cooperating when she is being disciplined, she may be figged during the punishment or have a glycerin suppository inserted anally."

"Those are quite serious punishments," Lynn commented. "I'm not questioning your decisions, Susan, but do you find you need to impose them frequently?"

"Lynn, in all honesty, Kathy is usually well-behaved now," I declared. "She has learned to comply with my directions and I usually, as does Vivian, allow her to use the toilet promptly most of the time when she requests permission. But sometimes she throws a tantrum, and then she must be punished as I have described."

"May I ask, Lynn, if you have been involved in this kind of relationship?" I asked.

"I have been disciplined, mostly when I returned home after college," Lynn related. "My mother turned over disciplinary responsibility to my older sister, who was not at all reluctant to spank me or, relatively rarely, employ one of those diabolical punishments you mentioned. She often had me in tears, more from shame than pain, to be so disciplined at my age, after I had graduated from college and was earning a living.

"This ended when I made enough at my work to afford my own apartment," Lynn continued. "I now have a roommate who is slightly younger than I am. She pays a modest part of my rent and associated costs of the apartment. You will be interested to learn that she agreed to a situation much like Kathy did with you, Susan."

"So now you are the person with authority in the apartment?" I asked her.

"Yes, I am, Susan," Lynn replied confidently. "And I find that our life has proceeded very well. I do not need to punish Sandy very often now. As you have done with Kathy, I did have Sandy obtain a punishment uniform that she will wear when ordered to put it on. This only happens if she has seriously misbehaved."

"How did she misbehave?" I asked her.

"Sandy was immature for her age," Lynn observed. "She often did not change her panties each day and she was careless in wiping after she used the toilet. She also would leave her used tampons in the bathroom and her panties too, especially if she had had period accidents in them. Sandy also had a temper, and she would make nasty remarks to me.

"I responded to this naughtiness by spanking her with my hairbrush," Lynn added, "and if she offended while someone else was in the apartment with us, I would make her take her panties down for a spanking right then, or if she had been truly awful, a dose of the cane on her backside."

"Now she has come along, and I do not have to discipline her very often," Lynn said. "I do hope Kathy comes along similarly, although she is older than Sandy, so it must be more challenging for her to change her bad behavioral habits."

"It sounds like you have taken this challenge in hand," I said nicely to Lynn. "I'm sure that your description of your relationship with Sandy will encourage Kathy to behave well so that she will be well regarded by her favorite student."

Kathy asked my permission to speak, which I immediately granted.

"It has been so good of you to visit, Lynn, and I do thank you for taking the trouble of spanking me," Kathy said quietly. "I'm sorry that I misbehaved so that it was necessary and will strive to behave better from here on. I love my niece Susan and appreciate how she has worked to make me a better person."

"I'm so glad that you feel secure and loved here," Lynn gushed. "Thank you, Susan, for your hospitality and for allowing Kathy to have me visit. I do love her because of how wonderful was for me while I was in college. I was already 20 when she was my English instructor there, but she had a great impact on me and made it possible for me to succeed as I have."

"I'm very proud of you, Lynn," Kathy responded, "and thank you for being so gracious in recalling that I was helpful to you. I should mention that Susan has been truly kind in having me here, and she does discipline me with the aim of helping me improve my conduct. I was upset at how badly her mother treated Susan and realize that having Susan in charge is a vast improvement for being dominated by her mother, my sister."

"Lynn," I added. "We both are so glad you visited, and I hope we can do this again or have you come for dinner. Maybe you'll bring Sandy, too, if she has behaved well enough for you to feel that that would be appropriate. I know you've made Kathy very happy and I so enjoyed meeting you."

"Thank you for that invitation," Lynn beamed. "I do hope to see you again soon and I do appreciate your including my roommate, who I believe can learn a great deal from meeting Kathy and you."