[Those offended by bodily functions should read no further. Readers will enjoy this story more after reading earlier instalments. All characters are over 18.]
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Laura Franklin, who was 25 years old, but looked younger, was having her usual enjoyable time serving as a Prefect at the weekend school. The school met from Friday midday until Monday midday and had been organized to give middle-aged men and women a brief re-immersion into their own school days, and especially, to the discipline traditionally imposed in schools back then.
Having already achieved a small fortune from her own involvement in sophisticated computer services, Laura had quietly indulged her own interests in school discipline by setting up the bi-monthly weekend events. She had recruited several teachers who were old enough to recall when teachers had no hesitation both in enforcing discipline and satisfying their own desires through frequent imposition of the cane, strap, tawse, and hand on needy bare bottoms, as well as other punishments and humiliations.
Laura had become friendly with Melody Haynes, a middle-aged teacher in her 50s who no longer could dominate her pupils as she had in the earlier times before Laura had been at school. Since Laura was both attractive, with flowing blond hair and a curvy frame, and quite well-off, she was able to sign semi-retired teachers like Melody easily. Melody recalled Laura as one of her more recent students and found the memory pleasurable, as she and Laura had become more than close friends.
Anne Smithers, who also was a teacher at the weekend school, had been a classmate of Laura's. Anne still taught school and given the restrictions on wage increases prevailing in schools, appreciated the extra income from serving as a Mistress at the weekend school. Anne also possessed a nice sadistic streak that cherished putting middle-aged women and men through their paces; she relished the situation where these older folks, normally in control of most of their lives, were made to submit to the whims of a dominant 25-year-old.
Laura reviewed the discipline she had already witnessed being imposed by both Melody and Anne, and particularly the punishments visited upon Marcia White and Linda Grant. She herself played the role of a Prefect because it put her in the perfect position to observe the humiliation of the 40- and 50-year-olds while occasionally taking part herself.
The "pupils", however, did not realize that the cool, attractive Prefect was actually the equivalent of a Headmistress, but in disguise. The Mistresses, of course, knew all about Laura's unusual and commanding role, and themselves found it pleasurable to retire to her commodious quarters after hours to engage in some play of their own. At these times, the seemingly-detached Miss Franklin became the leading domme of the hour.
That night, the middle night of the programme, Laura had invited Melody and Anne to her rooms for some "après" activities, and this time, she extended the invitation—which, of course, was a command performance, to the striking 19-year-old Prefect, Diana Prentice. Diana was a recent graduate of the same elite public school that all of the other three women had attended, and was slowly recognizing that her co-Prefect, Laura, was truly the woman in charge of this school.
"You all know that this is the time for me to indulge some of my little fantasies and for you to doff your Mistressy facades and enjoy being put through your paces by a determined younger woman," Laura smilingly observed to Melody and Anne, who had mixed feelings about this party. Both were dominant but deep down craved the humiliation of being embarrassed by this hard-edged younger woman who ruled effortlessly in a disarmingly kindly manner. They had felt her strong arm lacing into their bottoms before, though, and that knowledge never left their consciousness.
"Diana," she ordered the younger Prefect, "I'd like you to assist me in applying a touch of the whip to our two Mistresses." Melody and Anne felt a frisson of fear and much shame as they realized that the 19-year-old who had been serving as their aide in class now would be set on them as an assistant to the true dominant.
"Anne," Laura went on, "I did enjoy seeing how you taught the boys and those two women the facts of life today." She was referring to Anne's class of middle-aged men dressed in junior boys' short pants uniforms who were instructed in sex by having one of their number engage in intercourse on the table at the front of the class with the middle-aged Marcia White.
"Please lift your skirt and lower your panties so I may have Diana conduct an inspection," the young domme off-handedly directed her contemporary. Anne complied with the embarrassing order and all of the women watched as she bent across the end of the couch with her skirt above her waist and her cute purple-patterned panties pulled down below her knees. Some of Anne's trimmed but abundant pubic hair peeked through her legs and her bulging quim and its slit were clearly visible through her cheeks.
"Diana," Laura went on, "please use the small white cloth to check on the cleanliness of Anne's anus for us."
The 19-year-old Prefect proceeded to hold Anne's cheeks apart and slide the little cloth deep into the teacher's bottom-hole. Upon seeing Laura signal her, Diana slowly withdrew the cloth, held it to her nose, and grimaced. Then she showed the soiled cloth to Laura.
"It looks like she's somewhat poopy in there," Diana remarked with a grin.
Laura put on a stern expression and Anne heard her respond, "Well, we can't have a messy teacher here, can we, Diana? We'll have to help clean Miss Smithers but first I think she needs to spend a little time in my version of the saddle."
Anne winced at this rather off-handed remark, as she knew Laura was not referring to any sexual contact but instead would now have her wear the much-feared saddle strap for an unspecified amount of time. Laura pointed out to Diana where the saddle strap was kept and the young Prefect brought the leather contraption to the true Mistress of the scene.
Laura opened the strap and had Anne totally remove her purple panties before she could reluctantly step into it. Laura pulled the waistband up around Anne's tight waist and then pulled the thin strap between Anne's legs up tightly in the rear, slipping the buckle into one of the tighter notches at the belt, and seeing that the thin leather cut painfully into Anne's most sensitive places, pressing into her vulva and pressing down hard on her aroused clit.
Anne groaned as Laura commented that wearing the "little strap" as she somewhat lightly referred to the insidiously painful gear would get Anne ready to be cleaned, which suggested that an enema was likely to follow after Anne had suffered this somewhat grim warm-up.
Melody observed this opening humiliation of her younger colleague and responded quickly when Laura motioned to her to get into a similar position: skirt up, panties down. Melody was wearing a sweet pink pair of Cacique panties that belied her age but when she pulled them down to her knees, it was clear that she was in good shape for a woman in her 50s. Her bottom-cheeks were firm and unwrinkled, and her auburn pubic hair showed no touches of gray. Knowing how contact with her privates would shame the older teacher, Laura walked over behind Melody and ran her fingers between Melody's spread legs and brought her now-wet finger to her nose and lips.
"Hmm," Laura grinned, "this naughty girl is already quite wet with anticipation, Diana." The younger Prefect smiled in response as she enjoyed seeing the senior Mistress for whom she had served as aide all day was now being taken down a peg or two.
But Laura decided to focus on Melody's almost-hidden anal rosette. She reached into a drawer of her lovely desk with its inlaid surface and extracted from a plastic container a shaved ginger stick that would do a fine job used as a fig in Melody's cute little anus. She walked behind the bent-over Melody and calmly spread her cheeks and slowly inserted the stubby fig into the anal opening until the end almost disappeared inside but was still easily retractable. Laura recalled that some of the stick needed to be pointing out to maximize the humiliation of this grown lady having such a naughty device protruding from her most personal opening.
Melody tried to prepare herself for what she knew would be the slowly increasing internal stinging that the ginger fig would cause on her delicate inner anal tissues. She also turned somewhat red in the face as she imagined the reaction of Laura and the rest when the fig was removed and close inspection of it would show more than traces of the bowel movement that Melody could feel moving down inside her, stimulated by the insertion of the provocative fig.
Anne was trying to remain still as she felt the insistent pressing of the awful strap on her vulva, vagina, and clit. Laura knew she was holding her response in and surprised her with the sadistic order to Anne to start walking in circles around the room. Laura knew of course that this would heighten the pressing of the strap on Anne's pudenda and reminded herself to use a buttplug next time with the strap to increase the anal stimulation.
Laura grinned at her co-conspirator Diana who clearly was gaining quite a dose of sadistic pleasure at observing the way the hitherto dominant mistresses were being humiliated, and then realizing that they probably were enjoying it, were it not for the pain of the strap and the ginger.
But Melody Haines turned out to be the first to cry out, and this was because she sensed the humiliating feeling that her bowels sought to betray her. She felt the unyielding pressure of a large bowel movement pressing on the nasty little fig which had actually stimulated her colon.
"Miss Laura," she said in a small, uncharacteristically submissive voice, "I fear I'm about to have a very embarrassing accident if I'm not permitted...to relieve myself NOW."
Melody's face now turned deep red at her humiliation before the young dominatrix who was in charge.
"Well, Haynes," Laura responded, treating her as an annoying pupil rather than the senior authority figure she normally was, "I suppose we will have to deal with this little situation of yours. You should be aware that I expect you to attend to those needs prior to class, of course."
Melody recognized that she was in for a supreme dose of humiliation, and deep inside her, she was actually proud that she would endure more embarrassment than she had caused the two women she had disciplined in class that day.
"Yes, Miss Laura," Melody went on, "I know I'm behaving badly and I expect to be punished."
"You are indeed a bad girl," Laura responded coolly, "and now you may get up on the chair here on your knees and Anne will hold the little bowl under you so you may relieve yourself right into it in front of us." She handed the bowl to Anne Smithers and motioned to her to get behind Melody's protruding bottom and place the bowl beneath Melody's now-bulging rear orifice. Her less-thick pubic hair was also visible between her spread legs.
