This story continues from the
"The Disciplinarian, Ch. 01".
You need to read that story first to understand who the characters are and where they are physically and emotionally.
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Jennie, Angie and I talked a lot over the next few days. Angie reported that she had great sex with her husband, Roger, after the last session and Jennie said she all but raped her boyfriend who was puzzled but pleased. Both told me, tittering, that they'd insisted on keeping the lights off, lest their respective paramours notice the pinkish tint remaining in their hindquarters. We quickly decided that we wanted another session with Mr. Daniels.
I volunteered to call him. It could have been set up by telephone, but I wanted to see him alone again, so I suggested another meeting at the coffee house the next day and he agreed.
I was late even more than I had been for our first meeting, but once again he either did not mind or chose not to say that he minded.
Since there was no longer a need for any explanation of what he did, the meeting went quickly. I was frustrated that I did not get to spend more time with him. I kept finding reasons to make it last longer. I asked him questions whose answers I perfectly well knew, such as "Will there be spanking again?" He didn't seem to mind, however, and even seemed to extend the meeting himself, making chit-chat about my job.
At any rate, we quickly made arrangements for a second session at Angie's. Although I wanted it as soon as possible, we had to wait till the next Wine and Fantasy night when Angie's husband would be out playing poker.
Taking Inventory
Jennie and I arrived at Angie's place just as her husband was leaving. I was wearing pink Capri pants and a frilly white blouse. Jennie was wearing a medium length black skirt and plain white button front shirt. Angie was wearing stylish black slacks and a pullover sweater.
We drank a glass of wine at Angie's kitchen table while we waited for Mr. Daniels. Jennie and Angie seemed calmer than they had before our first session with him two weeks before. But I was just as nervous. I wanted to keep my cool this time and not make such a spectacle of myself in front of Mr. Daniels. I knew he'd probably get me wet again, but I was determined not to get more aroused than Angie or Jennie. Each of them seemed able to keep control of herself until she was with the man in her life. I wanted to keep control, too. At least until ... until ... well, I didn't have a man, so I guess I wanted to keep cool until I was home alone with my fingers.
The doorbell rang and moments later, Angie greeted Mr. Daniels at the door and he joined us in the kitchen. Maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed to beam when he saw me. He was wearing a suit and tie, again, and smiling his George Clooney smile as he sipped wine with us and made small talk. He asked us about our hobbies and Jennie told him she played handball several times a week. Angie talked about her amateur clothing design. She mentioned, too, that her husband, Roger, was a ping pong fanatic. Mr. Daniels seemed to take all this in, with genuine interest. After a while, he stood up and walked to the living room.
"Mind if I look around a bit, Angie?" he called back over his shoulder.
"Not at all," she said and we all followed him.
He grew serious and stood in the middle of the room looking at the furniture. He seemed to studying things. Suddenly, he walked to a point in the room where he could look down the hallway that led to the master bedroom. He looked at an easy chair in the living room, and then back and forth between the chair and the hall a few times. Smiling, he seemed to reach a decision about something and he dragged the chair so that it faced the passage to the hallway.
He then stood lost in thought for a moment. Finally he spoke.
"Do any of you have a camera with you?"
"My mobile phone can take pictures," Jennie said. "I'll get it."
"No," he stopped her, "I don't want it now. Maybe later, I'll let you know."
I saw that Angie, who had been relatively calm up to this point, suddenly grew nervous at the hint that a camera might play a part in tonight's activities.
His roaming took him to the bedroom, but he did not spend much time there. He just spun around looking at the furniture. He patted the seat of the stool in front of Angie's makeup dresser as if he was testing its strength. Then it was back to the kitchen where Mr. Daniels opened the refrigerator.
"Can I get you anything?" Angie asked, "Are you hungry?"
"No, no." he replied as he opened her vegetable crisper drawer. "I'm just doing a kind of inventory," he continued, as if that explained anything.
Finally, he closed the refrigerator door, smiled at the three of us and said "Let's get started. All of you take off your shoes and socks."
We did and then he went back to the living room and, pointing to the chair that was now facing down the hallway, he instructed, "Soo May and Angie, I want you two to sit in that chair."
We obeyed immediately. Angie is model thin and I am tiny, so it was no problem for us to sit side-by-side in the chair.
"Jennie," he said, "you come with me."
With that, he strode down the hallway and into the bedroom, with Jennie scurrying after.
Diaper Position
The bedroom door closed. I should explain that at the far end of the hallway, facing anyone looking down the hall, as we were, is the door to the bathroom. The
bedroom
door is also at the far end of the hallway, but it opens on the
side
of the hallway, so when it was closed Angie and I could not see much more than the profile of the doorknob sticking out a couple of inches into the hallway. Similarly, when the bedroom door was open, even wide open, we could not see into the room. So, if you think of the hallway as a stage, then the bedroom is actually offstage to the right.
After a minute or so, Angie and I leaned forward and strained to hear, curious but also a bit scared to know what Jennie might be undergoing.
To our surprise, the door suddenly opened again.
Jennie's head, shoulders, and arms suddenly came through the door, but they were horizontal and very low, about knee high.
I blinked in confusion as Jennie placed her hands on the hallway floor. We could see her head and upper body up to a point just below her breasts. She was still fully dressed, at least the part of her that we could see. The rest of her was inside the room, hidden from view. For a moment I thought she must be crawling out of the room. But she made no more forward progress. The angle of her back did not seem right either. If she were crawling it would be flat, so her hips would be at the same level as her shoulders, but the line of her back was angled up as it moved away from her head and toward the room. In my mind's eye, I projected that her hips must be much higher than her shoulders.
Angie had an explanation before I did.
"She's over his lap," she whispered to me.
Of course,
I thought.
He must be sitting in a chair just inside the door with Jennie lying over his lap. That would explain her position.
With the mystery solved, I could concentrate on Jennie. Seemingly, too embarrassed to look at us, she turned her face downward, red-faced, and she studiously looked straight at a point on the floor between her hands. After a few seconds, she did glance briefly in our direction, and then, seeing us looking at her, she flashed pink, grinned, and quickly looked back at the floor. But it wasn't a grin of happiness, it was one of those pink-faced grins of sheepish embarrassment.
Her body, or what we could see of it, made subtle shifts for a few seconds, indicating that the position of the part we couldn't see was being adjusted. Then the movement stopped and after a second's pause, she spoke ...
very
nervously.
"Is this ... um ... I mean, Is muh ... uh .. is
