[This story can be read on its own but you will benefit from reading the earlier chapters. It contains material about bodily functions as well as about dominance and spanking, so if you do not want to read about those topics, read no further. All characters are over 18.]
Susan reflected to herself that she had made the transition from serving as a governess for two girls to overseeing their 40+ mother Julie. She knew that Julie got off on being embarrassed by having to mind her 30-year-old governess. Susan maintained her authority by spanking Julie regularly on her bare bottom and requiring her to wear juvenile clothing, such as short skirts, middy blouses, little socks, and brown oxfords.
Julie now had been disciplined at a tea attended by two other governesses who had women or men older than themselves as charges. She felt a surge of excitement when Susan would tell her, in a normal tone of voice, to lift her skirt and lower her panties, even when this occurred in front of others. She was totally embarrassed and not only because the others got to see her bottom but eventually her most private places between her legs.
And it was equally embarrassing for Julie to be accompanied in the bathroom by her governess, who would tell her when she could lower her panties and when she could begin to pee or excrete her bowel movement. She had to ask Susan's permission to change her tampon as well. Susan would at times make her wear tight little girly panties with animals on them or a severely-restrictive training bra that pressed her 34B breasts.
Susan, however, found herself wishing she were again serving as a governess for girls whom she could help raise. She enjoyed being their confidante and advising them about growing up in ways that they were never accept (or seek) from their parents. She had genuinely liked Julie's daughters, Lesley and Joyce, who were now both away at college. She admitted to herself that she did indeed get off on dominating Julie, but realized that she needed the challenge of working with growing girls, even though she did not feel the same sexual stimulation.
Lesley would graduate within two months, so that eventuality prompted Susan to begin thinking of an idea to relieve her of overseeing Julie.
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I was not really surprised when my mom, Julie, attended my college graduation accompanied by my former governess, Susan, who now served in that capacity with my mother as her subject. I did notice that Mom was dressed a little more childishly than I think would have been the situation had Susan not been in charge of her.
Her skirt was short, and she kept tugging it to keep from showing her panties. It made me recall how Susan used to make Joyce and I wear short skirts and then we had to be very careful not to expose our panties or Susan would spank us. I found that thinking about Mom being over Susan's lap for a spanking got me quite wet.
After the commencement day, Susan came by my dorm, ostensibly to help me pack but also, it turned out, to talk to me about my returning home. I had a good job waiting but planned to live at home to save up for all the things I wanted. I also had two months when I could relax for a change.
Susan sat down on the couch in my room and began by reminding me that I was 21 and an adult now.
"I owe much of my maturity to you, Susan," I replied. "I don't even resent when you spanked us because you really showed us how to act and I was completely ready when I got here."
Susan smiled and told me that I had made her feel very happy and even loved. Then she told me that she had undertaken the assignment of becoming my mother's governess with some hesitation.
"I find that while I really like your mother," she went on, "I didn't enjoy overseeing her as I did with you and Joyce. There, I felt that I was helping you both mature. Your mom does not need supervision, though; in fact, she asks for it. If you're going to be at home, I hope you'll consider taking over for me. I want to get back to what I'm good at: bringing girls up."
I was surprised but I also was excited and yes, wet, when I thought about my overseeing Mom. I knew it would humiliate her, but then, that apparently was something she wanted.
"Do you think she would accept me?" I asked Susan. "And, do you think this is something that will be good for me?"
"Yes and yes," Susan answered definitively. "I will tell her that having you in charge will remind her that she needs to be treated at times like a younger girl. And I also think that you did at times feel you wanted to assume my position with respect to someone else."
It was true that I realized I did have a dominant streak. I had become pledge-mistress of my sorority which did involve my being in charge of a group of younger girls. We weren't supposed to use the paddles, but we did, and everyone was ok with it. So, I found I enjoyed telling a girl or several to pull down their panties to get spanked or paddled.
Just as I had adjusted to being disciplined as a girl by Susan, I also was able to withstand the normal reluctance that would accompany my joining the sorority and knowing I would be spanked on my bare bottom. I had spoken to Susan about this and she clearly knew where I was coming from and grinned that I shared some of her traits.
I like Susan so I took that as a compliment. The three of us took off for home after breakfast and Susan began discussing things in the front seat with Mom. She told her that she had so much enjoyed being a member of our family and would always cherish our friendship. But she said that although she had agreed to be Mom's governess, she realized that her heart was with bringing up girls, so she wanted to return to that line of work.
When Mom looked both shocked and sad, Susan then told her that she felt that I was perfectly equipped to take over for Susan as her governess. "You really think so?" Mom asked.
"Lesley is remarkably mature for her age, and she has had experience as a pledge-mistress, too. I think she will have time while she is preparing to start work to take this on," Susan said. She didn't need to say that I also shared the dominant features of her personality.
We stopped at a very nice hotel along the way home, since it was a long drive. Susan checked us in and we asked for a room with a king-size bed. The woman at the check-in counter told us she had one for us and that it also had a sleep couch. Susan said that would work quite well and thanked her as she accepted the room cards.
When we arrived at the room, which was well-appointed, Susan announced that from then on, I would oversee Mom. Susan then told me that it would be appropriate for me to conduct an inspection.
I was quite nervous but I took my deep breath and pressed into my new role.
"Julie," I said, making clear that I was in charge even if she was my mother, "you will lift your skirt and lower your panties for inspection."
Mom did a double-take but then complied, standing before me with her skirt above her waist and her panties at her knees. She was wearing what looked like a pair of rippled incontinence pants under her regular white panties. I looked at Susan for an explanation, but she merely said, "Tell her, Julie, why you have those on."
Mom was clearly very embarrassed now, but she managed to say, "Susan has made me wear these because she found stains in my panties when I sometimes leak a little pee." I could tell she was close to crying.
