This story involves strong excretory fetishes and bodily functions. Those who dislike this kind of thing should not read further.
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Lynn Kenton was always nervous as she walked over to Andrea's house for her weekly meeting. The smartly-dressed, blonde, 42-year-old teacher invariably controlled her high school chem classes with a combination of wit, knowledge, and awareness of the latest trends sweeping through teenage lives. Little did any of her students realize that the assured lady felt she needed to visit her colleague, the demure 35-year-old Andrea Ames, the quiet but effective chair of the school's English department.
Andrea enjoyed having friends and even some colleagues like Lynn report to her regularly for disciplinary sessions. The lithe brunette had a happy marriage, an adopted childβa little girl of 7, and also fulfilled her own needs as a switch by visiting her good friend, the Rev. Alicia Madison, when she felt she needed to be put through her paces for behavioral missteps. Andrea did, despite her quiet nature, exude an air of command, especially over her English department colleagues, including some men who were more than ten years her senior and had originally resented her being promoted over them.
Now Lynn had arrived at the doorstep of Andrea's pleasant home, the latter's husband, a highly successful insurance agent, being conveniently away on a business jaunt. She rang the bell and Andrea smilingly opened the door and welcomed her, as if this was merely a neighborhood stop-by to exchange gossip and cookie recipes.
After they had sat in the living room chatting for a few minutes, Andrea motioned to Lynn to stand and arose herself. Lynn knew this was a moment always of supreme embarrassment when she would roll up her short skirt above her waist and lower her panties for Andrea's intimate inspection. Lynn couldn't help feeling the butterflies roaring across her stomach. She had brought this on herself: she came to see her friend Andrea to be embarrassed, shamed, even bruised. And it turned her on bigtime. She felt herself getting wet down between her legs. Which also reminded her that she would need to pee soon and she had been forbidden to do so for two hours before this session.
She managed to hoist her plaid skirtβshe had purposely dressed in a classically schoolgirl mannerβabove her waist and now felt totally abashed as she tugged her little white panties down below her knees.
Andrea gazed at Lynn's neatly-trimmed pubes as she lowered her gaze to the visible crotch of Lynn's undies. Lynn had remember that on days when she was to see Andrea, she needed to place a small pantiliner in the crotch of her panties. The particular kind Andrea required her to wear would show any stain much more clearly than would be visible in the panty crotch itself.
As Andrea fixed her eyes on the pantiliner, she commented to Lynn that there were a few yellow streaks where Lynn may not have wiped herself completely after peeing. There also were some uncolored stains that Andrea concluded had been left when Lynn had been thinking sexual thoughts and generated fluids from her vagina.
"And my dear," Andrea said, lifting her voice, "do I see some cum stains on your little pantiliner?"
"Yes, Miss Ames," Lynn responded in an effort to defuse what could be something that would mean severe punishment for her, "I did have sex last night with Bill and I suppose some of it took its time finding its way out of me this morning."
Andrea merely nodded that she had heard the explanation and told Lynn to follow her to the "little girls' room" as Lynn hobbled along with her panties at her knees. Lynn felt an impending need to pee, brought on both by her following Andrea's strict orders forbidding her to use the toilet for two hours prior to her session and by the excitement that Andrea's scrutiny of her panties and intimate areas always stirred in her, which included filling her bladder.
"Since you have stained the pantiliner in several different ways, dear," Andrea observed as they entered the bathroom, "you have earned yourself some punishment today, I'm afraid."
"Oh, Miss Ames, I'm so sorry," Lynn exclaimed. "I'll be more careful next time."
"You surely will, sweetie," Andrea smiled, "but now sit on the toilet and hold those labia apart for inspection."
Lynn complied with the humiliating order and held her lower lips open, exposing her pink vagina, into which Andrea inserted her forefinger and ran it up the inside walls. She removed it and held it to her nose, commenting, "Very good, Lynn, you do have a pleasant feminine smell, not FDS or cum or some other awful thing."
"Miss Ames," Lynn responded, "thank you for inspecting my naughty cunt. May I be permitted to pee now? I've followed your instructions and need to pee very badly."
Andrea considered the request and much to Lynn's dismay but not very surprisingly based on her usual procedure, calmly issued the awful instruction to her sub, "No, it's not convenient right now. You will pull your panties up. Right now."
Lynn had trouble holding back a sob at being denied relief as she felt her bulging bladder press on her urethra. This was going to be really hard to contain today, she thought. I hope I don't embarrass myself with an accident. She knew, too, that Andrea would punish her very severely for any failure to hold her water or even a tiny leak.
"Now tell me about your week, sweetie," Andrea continued, as if the denial were the most routine part of their conversation.
Lynn began by reciting to Andrea how many times she had had intercourse with her husband Bill that week. "We fucked three times, Miss, and yes, once he had me in my ass," Lynn said with a slight blush as she described the embarrassing picture of having her husband's cock deep in her anal cavity.
"Did it come out clean, sweetie?" Andrea asked inquiringly.