This is the second in a series. It will make more sense if you read the first chapter before this one. There is some focus on bodily functions and corporal punishment. All characters are 18 or over.
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Henry arose the next morning, accepting that not only would he be subservient to the demanding woman his parents had hired to be his governess for the summer, but that his renewed relationship with his old girlfriend, Kathy, would put her too in a dominating role. He was 18 but felt like he was eight years old.
Margaret Ames, the commandeering young woman who was his governess when he was home from work, arose early enough to inspect his room and his person before he left for work. She carefully looked all over the girlish room he now was assignedβit was his sister's and she was away in Europe.
Margaret had been given Henry's own room which annoyed him but he realized there was little he could do about it. He figured he might as well accept the situation for what it was and take advantage of the good summer job his well-connected and well-off father had arranged for him with an investment banking firm.
When Margaret entered his room, she told him to drop his trousers and his panties. Yes, he had been given his girlfriend Kathy's panties yesterday by Kathy herself, who told him to wear them until he appeared that evening for their date, assuming Margaret allowed him to go on the date.
Margaret looked at the room and then at the crotch of his panties, which was showing some wetness and staining from Henry's natural perspiring. She announced her verdict: "I'm giving you a 67 for the room, as you appeared to do at least enough to make it presentable. As you know, 65 is passing. But your personal cleanliness grade is 64 because the panties are not clean. I will let you go out with Kathy tonight because your average is passing but you will continue to wear panties until you attain a passing grade in hygiene."
Henry drew a deep breath and thanked Miss Ames for her willingness to permit him to date his girlfriend that night. He pulled up his panties and his trousers and took off for work.
Margaret returned to her room to finish her preparations for the day and joined Henry's mother for breakfast. The two enjoyed discussing Margaret's progress in supervising Henry.
"So you are grading him on his cleanliness and the room's appearance each morning?" Henry's mother asked.
"Yes," Margaret answered, "I've found that by failing boys by a point or so, I can get them to improve their behavior. I encouraged Henry's progress in cleaning the room but I failed him because his panties weren't clean."
"Had he jerked off in them?" Henry's mom asked, surprising Margaret by her directness.
"I don't think so," Margaret replied. "He just stained them in that careless way boys usually do: not wiping well. You know..."
"Yes, I do," Henry's mother answered, with a grin. "You know we haven't always been well-off. I used to do the laundry for the family. My husband is just as bad with skid marks."
"I guess that stands to reason," Margaret chuckled. She wondered if Henry's mother would pass a panty inspection but didn't dare to challenge the lady for whom she was working.
"I do admire how well you young women take charge," Henry's mother said. "I'm so pleased we decided to have you do this for us. You know, Margaret, I realize from seeing how well you are doing with Henry that I might benefit from some of your supervision."
Margaret was totally surprised by this turn in the conversation.
"Really," she said, wondering if she heard correctly, "you mean you feel you need a governess?"
"Not exactly," Henry's mother answered. "But I feel I have failed somehow in not bringing him up to attend to these things properly."
"I think not," Margaret answered clearly. "You can't imagine how rare it is for boys to acquire good personal hygienic habits."
"No," Henry's mom countered. "I want you to do one thing for me, Margaret dear. And you may call me Lucille. In fact, since what I'm about to ask you to do is quite embarrassing, I wish you would. I'd like you to inspect my panties."
This was really a strange development, Margaret thought.
"Well, Lucille," she said firmly, picking up on her employer's asking her to address her so intimately, "there's no time like the present, so you had better lift your skirt and lower those panties for your inspection."
Lucille's face involuntarily reddened at that order, but she duly lifted her tweed skirt above her waist and exposed her beige control panties she was obviously wearing to flatter her shape. She was now 48 years old and feeling she needed the help of a control garment like she had on.
"Perhaps I should pull these panties down for you," Margaret said, helpfully, "as I can see they are quite tight."
"Yes, dear," Lucille said with a touch of shame, "I don't have quite the natural figure I once had."
"Oh, I hope I look as good as you do when I'm your age," Margaret said with some sympathy in her voice.
"That's quite nice of you, dear," Lucille said, resigned to her embarrassment.
Margaret now slowly managed to roll down the tight control panties and exposed Lucille's midriff, which seemed to expand without the aid of the lycra in her panties to hold it in. Margaret now saw Lucille's plentiful dark black pubic hair and her mottled dark-colored labia beneath it.
Then she looked at the gusset of the control panties and saw both some thin brown streaks toward the rear and some yellow-colored blotches in front.
"Lucille," she said sternly, "I'm afraid that your panties are exceptionally dirty and I'm quite surprised about this happening with a girl your age."
She purposely used the word "girl" to emphasize the shamefulness of Lucille's having soiled her panties like a teenager.
"I guess, Margaret, that I sometimes do leak a little pee when I need to go," she said in a low voice, "but you're right, there's no excuse for...the other stains."
"And, Lucille, there's more," Margaret went on inexorably. "You seem to have faded stains in these panties that look like you may have had a period accident. So you do still get your period?"
"Yes, I do, it hasn't started diminishing yet, and yes, Margaret, I do tend to use pads to back up my tampon, because my period is still sometimes heavy, but those pads do shift on me at times," she said, now beginning to whimper in her embarrassment.
"Margaret, this will be between us, I hope," Lucille said plaintively. "I couldn't keep going if I thought others would know about this."
"Of course I will keep it between us," Margaret said consolingly. "But you have been very naughty and I'm failing you today, with a 55, ten points below passing for these panties."
"Oh, Margaret," Lucille whimpered, "I didn't realize I had been such a bad girl."