[Reading my story, "Toilet Training Elizabeth", will provide some useful background for this story. Those who do not wish to read about bodily functions should read no further. All the characters are over 18 years of age.]
After her presentation to the Ladies Club on How to Toilet Train Your 25-Year-Old, during which Kendall humiliated her 25-year-old bank executive daughter-in-law Elizabeth, the program committee of the Ladies Club asked her if she would be willing to conduct a training session for members who wished to emulate her techniques in dominating their own grown daughters or daughters-in-law.
Kendall, only a few years older than Elizabeth, was a very assured wealthy woman, married to a Texas financier and with her own sizeable inheritance. She was a natural dominant, having gotten her own way since childhood, first from her parents who doted on her, and then from her husband, who enjoyed the hot sex the couple had.
She had raised her son Donald to follow her orders and when he married, she at first wanted her new daughter-in-law, Elizabeth, to assume responsibility for controlling Donald. Elizabeth, she soon realized, was more interested in advancing her own business career at a major bank than in making use of the paddle Kendall had given her to use on Donald.
Accordingly, Kendall had decided to train Elizabeth as another sub in her house, and increased the young woman's humiliation by placing Kendall's daughter, Sally, who was only 21, in a superior position to Elizabeth. Now, Sally was able to order her sister-in-law around, making Elizabeth lower her panties to be inspected and yes, spanked, by the much more assertive Sally.
Elizabeth now suffered when she came home, as she and Donald continued to live with his parents, for Sally might be entertaining her friends, all of whom enjoyed seeing her discipline her 25-year-old shapely sister-in-law while they watched. Sally had learned from her mother and now made Elizabeth use a wooden child's potty in the living room in front of Sally's friends when the young executive woman needed to move her bowels or empty her bladder.
Finally, the day of the Ladies Club training arrived, and Elizabeth accompanied her dominant mother-in-law, thinking that however much she would be humiliated; she would have plenty of company this time. After a lovely lunch, the two women walked to the podium, Kendall in her short white leather skirt, radiant blue top, and emblematic short white boots, while Elizabeth wore her standard-issue grey pinstriped suit in which she was invariably attired at the bank.
Kendall took the lavaliere microphone and started her presentation: "Last time, ladies, we were pleased to demonstrate to you how you might train your 25-year-old daughter or daughter-in-law in the way I have taught Beth here to mind me and to submit to my disciplining.
"Today, we see a smaller but probably more dedicated segment of our membership, each lady accompanied by a daughter or daughter-in-law who is Beth's age, and who I am sure will benefit from your imposing the kind of intimate discipline which I demonstrated to you last time," she went on.
She then invited one sultry brunette, Amanda, to come up to the podium with her daughter, Andrea. It was clear that Andrea was no happier than Elizabeth had been to be shamed in front of these rich women.
"Now, my dear Amanda, have you been having problems with Andrea of the kind I discussed having to deal with concerning Beth?" Kendall asked in a soft tone.
"Well, Kendall," Amanda smiled, "Andrea doesn't leave stains in her undies, I'm glad to say" which of course referred to Kendall's humiliating display of Beth's soiled panties which exuded both sight and smell of her bodily functions, as the whole audience could readily view the yellow, brown, and red streaks in the pink panties Kendall had held up.
"But Andrea seems to have developed a naughty habit of talking back to me, so I decided that some of the discipline you recommended might be in order, especially if it is done right here with all my friends and their girls to see," Amanda added.
"Very well," Kendall responded, seeing Andrea make a decided pout as her mother spoke. "Amanda, I can see that she thinks she is too old for this kind of punishment, but we will show her she is not."
Then Kendall invited Amanda to sit in the large armless chair she had placed in the center of the podium and told Andrea sharply to stand next to her. It was clear that Andrea now was coming to realize that she was in for a very unhappy time here.
"Now, Amanda, tell her very bluntly how you want her. Have her lift her skirt and you may wish to lower her panties yourself," Kendall suggested.
Amanda indeed in a quiet voice told Andrea to lift up her tweed skirt—Andrea was a schoolteacher so she tended to wear less formal but proper outfits—and to bend over so Amanda could lower her panties.
Andrea began to whimper as she bent over and felt her mother put her thumbs in the waistband of the young woman's pretty lime panties and pull them down almost to her ankles. She bent to look at the panty crotch and saw it was clean, telling the audience that there were no observable stains.
Kendall then announced that Amanda might wish to inspect her daughter's intimate areas for cleanliness before beginning the punishment. No one could see Andrea's face but it likely had reddened in advance of the spanking that would make her bottom cheeks crimson soon.
Amanda smiled and rather roughly placed her hand between her daughter's tightly-closed thighs so that the girl knew she had to move them apart. Then she moved her hand so that the audience could see it probe between Andrea's now-spread legs and feel right through them along her labia.
"Yes, Kendall, she's already wet," Amanda announced, as she moved her index finger to press into her daughter's most private place, her crinkly little anal rosette.
Amanda removed her finger and saw that there was a prominent brown smudge along her fingernail.
"I think my little girl here will soon need to make a doody, Kendall," Amanda said with a bit of a lilt in her voice as he daughter's face turned bright red.
"Well, let's have her wait until you finish spanking her," Kendall chimed in.
"Yes, I'm quite annoyed at her for coming here with me not having made sure she would be clean back there," Amanda stated.
Then she began using her large palm to spank Andrea, all over her bottom cheeks with increasing power. Andrea resisted crying out but finally broke down as sobs emanated from her while Amanda kept on spanking the big bottom.
"Now are you read to do a poop?" Amanda asked her as if she were a small child.
Andrea realized that the finger and the excitement had stimulated her system so she sadly replied, "Yes, mother, I really do need to do #2 now."
Kendall motioned to Elizabeth who went behind the podium to retrieve the large wooden child's potty. Then Kendall commented to the ladies, "It really makes an impression when you require your little girl to do her business like a small child and in front of everyone. It also gives you the opportunity to supervise her wiping to make sure she cleans herself properly."
Elizabeth set the potty down right in front of the women on the podium and Amanda calmly ordered, "Andrea, sit on that potty and do your business right now."
The shamed Andrea took a deep breath, happy that the spanking was over and wanting to rub her tortured bottom, but horrified that she would now have to move her bowels in front of this audience.
She sat on the potty as the audience gazed at her neatly trimmed triangle of golden pubic hair which in its lightness did nothing to conceal Andrea's luscious lower lips and pink vulval flesh. Then her face reddened some more as she spread her cheeks on the seat and emitted a few crackling most unladylike farts.
After what seemed to her like ages, she felt the poop move down in her rectum and slide right out of her anus into the potty. She was at least happy she had not had to obviously strain or deal with a wide turd getting stuck in her anal opening.
"Turn round and squat over the potty with your rear facing out and lift up so I may wipe you," Amanda directed her totally-abashed daughter now. Positioning Andrea this way allowed the ladies to see her anal crack both before and after it would be wiped clean by her mother. Amanda took a few sheets from the toilet roll on the podium stand and wiped her daughter's anal crack, showing the audience the soiled tissue with dark brown marks on it before dropping the toilet paper in the potty.
"I think you are clean enough now," Amanda concluded, "so stand up and pull up your pants." Kendall whispered into Amanda's ear now.
Smiling, Amanda then ordered her daughter to remove her blouse. Andrea was surprised by this added humiliation, as her matching lime bra was now exposed to everyone.
"You will now remove your bra and hand it to me," Amanda ordered rather offhandedly.
This pushed Andrea over the line and she whined,"Oh mom, do I have to do this?" She hated the idea of all the women staring at her rather prominent 34C breasts.