This is part of a series. It will make more sense if you read the earlier installments, but that is not strictly necessary. The story deals with both female dominance and bodily functions, so if you have problems with either, read no further. All characters are 18 or over.
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Margaret Ames, the thirtyish governess whom Henry's parents had hired to keep an eye on him over the summer, was thinking that although she had pretty much taken over the household in that she had already trained Henry to serve her and then asserted her dominance over his well-to-do parents, she might have worked herself out of a job.
Unless the parents really wanted to have her put them through their paces much of the times, which she doubted, there was little reason for her to stay on. Margaret had already done well in her career to date and the governess work was a summer fling for her, indulging her own sexual needs as well as providing a change of pace in her usual hectic business life. It was even better, of course, that she was in control.
She received a phone call while she was ruminating on this and it was from Lenore Hansen, Kathy's mother. Kathy was Henry's girlfriend, and she and Margaret had become fast friends, when Kathy realized that Margaret would include her in the training Henry was undergoing. Kathy was thus trained to dominate her boyfriend. The relationship had become quite intimate quite quickly as a session where Margaret was teaching Kathy how to control Henry became a very intense sexual threesome.
Kathy was a pretty, 19-year-old blonde and Margaret enjoyed the situation, especially since she knew it would not last and no one would feel they had continuing obligations of any kind. What happened ultimately between Henry and Kathy was up to them, Margaret blithely concluded.
Lenore, however, said she had a proposition for Margaret and invited her over for lunch that day. The Hansen home was not far away so Margaret decided to get a bit of exercise for herself, other than using her arm to spank or cane Henry or his parents. She walked over to have lunch with Lenore, whom she recalled meeting once when she had dropped Kathy off at home after a session training Henry.
When Margaret arrived, wearing a variation on her governess outfit, a navy skirt and a white blouse with paisley ascot and gold stickpin atop her usual sheer hose and burgundy pumps, she encountered Lenore in what looked like a collegiate or high school jumper, with a plain white blouse and espadrilles.
The outfit looked a bit juvenile, Margaret thought to herself, but she definitely wasn't going to criticize her hostess. Lenore had her come into the formal dining room and had prepared a lovely salad tray with all kinds of choices. Margaret helped herself to quite a few of them, as did Lenore, and then they looked directly at each other.
"I do appreciate what you have been doing for Kathy," Lenore said. "I do feel that it is good for a young woman to be able to assert herself with men, even boyfriends, or especially boyfriends, these days."
Margaret still held off commenting and thanked Lenore for inviting her over.
"I am having a problem with my son, Robbie, who just turned 18," Lenore went on. "He seems to think he can do exactly what he pleases here and acts like the lord of the manor. I was hoping I might persuade you to take charge of him as you did with Henry. Kathy tells me you've done a wonderful job there and I'd like to see some improvement here."
"From what I hear about him from Kathy," Margaret responded, "I suspect this will be a more challenging task. I gather that your son has had his own way for a long time."
"Yes, alas," Lenore said, "he has, and his father, who is not here much, and I, yes, I accept the responsibility, too, are to blame. Although, please excuse me if I mention that no, I don't want you to take charge of us." She couldn't help blushing in saying that.
Margaret ignored the apology but said she felt this would take some time and she would have to charge accordingly. She also said she'd have to ask Henry's mother if it was all right with her.
Lenore smiled and told her she had already cleared that hurdle. She was good friends with Lucille, and had spoken with her. Lucille had sung Margaret's praises and recommended her to Lenore.
Margaret smiled and when she heard the generous terms that Lenore was proposing, she immediately accepted. She went off with Lenore to check out both the room she would be occupying and the adjoining one in which Lenore's son Robbie was located when home.
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Robbie arrived home later that afternoon and walked into the house to find the well-dressed Margaret sitting calmly in the living room. He knew who she was because he was somewhat friendly with Henry and had been even before the latter began going out with his sister.
"Hi," he said. "Are you waiting for my mom or my sister?" he asked.
"Neither," she said crisply. "I'm here to speak with you."
"Why?" he asked. "I don't think I need you to do with me what you're doing with Henry."
"Well, your mother thinks I need to," she responded. "So we'd better talk."
"Not interested," he said, and turned to walk upstairs.
"Your room is locked," she said, "and if you want to stay here, you'll sit down, listen, and do what I tell you to do."
"Are you kidding?" he said, but was already getting fearful at the assertiveness of this woman.
"I certainly am not," Margaret said calmly. "You seem to have some growing up to do."
Robbie stopped himself from making a sarcastic remark.
"Really," he said, "did my mother bring you here to take me on as a project?"
"You could put it that way," she said. "Are you ready to cooperate? You will see that it doesn't have to be that painful...although I'm perfectly prepared if indeed that is your choice."
"O.K.," he said skeptically. "I'm game, but are you going to...spank me like a kid?"
"Yes," she answered brightly. "You will be disciplined according to your behavior and that includes how you clean yourself and keep tidy."
