[This story will gain from your reading the earlier chapters first, but you may also read it on its own. There is content about bodily functions and behaviors that may offend some, so if that refers to you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]
It took me a few days, but I was becoming used to my daughter Lesley's assuming the position of my governess in place of Susan, who had moved on. I missed Susan, including her having become intimate with me, and I now wanted sex. I refused to consider trying to get any such attentions from my daughter. The idea still was obscene to me.
Susan had apparently introduced Lesley to the other governesses who were in her group of Not Your Usual Nannies. That afternoon, Lesley had invited Lori and Helene to join her at our home for tea. They brought their charges: the sandy-blonde Lori was the governess for fiftyish dark-haired Deborah, who had hired her to improve Deborah's life, which had languished after her husband had passed away. An older woman, Jeanette, had hired Helene, whose red hair was flaming, to be governess for her son, 34-year-old Robert, who needed some supervision as he still lived at time and had trouble holding a permanent job.
Susan had previously had these governesses and their charges over for tea, and these get-togethers included disciplining of all three: Julie, Deborah, and Robert. These three looked to the teas as fearsome occasions when they were likely to be punished by one of the other governesses instead of their own.
Lesley continued a ritual Susan had inaugurated: having each governess take her charge's temperature rectally. Lesley decided that it would be most embarrassing for them to get on all fours on the bed next to each other with their panties or shorts halfway down their thighs and their bottoms spread and exposed.
When the three had moved into this humiliating position, each governess dabbed some Vaseline on her subject and slowly inserted the thermometer into the respective anus. They did look delightfully childish in this posture, Lesley chuckled to herself.
Then the three removed the thermometers at the same time and examined both the temperatures and the metal tips. All had normal temperatures, but Lesley noticed that the tip of the thermometer that had been in Julie's anus had some brown smudges.
"You've left some residue on the thermometer," she said sternly to her mother, who cringed with shame. "I'm going to have to check your oil," she added, with a grin at Lori and Helene. "Do you need to make a doody, sweetie?" she asked, as if speaking to a child who was still being toilet trained.
Julie, rather shamefacedly, nodded that she thought she might need to go to the toilet. Still on all fours, she felt Lesley's rubber-gloved finger probe into her anal rosette. Lesley pushed her finger into Julie's rear hole until it encountered a solid mass.
"Yes, you do have a doody in there," Lesley announced as Julie's face turned crimson. She reached down into the corner of the room where there was a plastic potty for a child that Susan had made Julie used for training and punishment.
"Sit down on the potty and make your doody," Lesley ordered her mother.
Julie assumed the shameful position, crouching down on the potty, and first released some noisy farts and bowel noises before feeling a large turd slid right out of her anus and plop into the potty. Then she heard and felt her pee stream ping on the base of the potty as she released the contents of her bladder, which eventually tailed off.
"If you are finished," Lesley continued, in her best governess tone, "you may take some toilet tissue and wipe from your front back through your legs and clean your hiney hole, too."
Julie wiped herself between her legs in front of all them and asked permission to pull up her panties.
"No, not yet," Lesley replied, "you will get back on the bed on all fours with the others." She looked at Helene and Lori. "This would be a good time for disciplining if anyone has been naughty and needs that attention," Lesley said to her colleagues, knowing of course that this would frighten Robert and Deborah as well as Julie, in their vulnerable positions on the bed.
"Debbie has been mostly good today," Lori announced, using the diminutive to embarrass her fiftyish subject. "But she didn't want to get up and get dressed at the time we have established for that," Lori added. "And she continues to wear those awful granny panties," a remark that caused Deborah to wince in embarrassment.
Helene said that Robert had been a good boy, a phrase that wounded him, since his mother had kept him in short pants