[This story deals with bodily functions as well as spanking and caning, so if any of these subjects bother you, read no further. All characters are over 18.]
A month went by after Joan had assumed her role in charge of the home she shared with her three older siblings—Jill, Ken, and Emily. All were becoming accustomed to her having filled the position their mother had occupied: on Fridays, there was a home meeting at which Joan discussed matters affecting their joint occupancy and then handed out discipline based on her own assessments and reports from the staff they employed.
The transition had gone better than anyone, especially Joan, might have expected. Her mother had spelled out in her will that she was passing her authority on to Joan, even though she was the youngest of the four. Ken now had a regular girlfriend, Andrea, who had been incorporated into the family in terms of attending the meetings and Jill's good friend, Clarice, had been staying over with her frequently enough also to be invited. Emily remain unattached for now.
It took the two friends, Andrea and Clarice, some time to realize that this was something for which they needed to adjust their behavior to avoid being disciplined. Joan's disciplining tended to focus on embarrassment more than outright pain, although she flicked her wrist with a little rod enough to impart a stinging stroke, even if she rarely used the full-sized cane her mother had favored.
The regular punishment handed out to Andrea and Clarice had now extended to their partners, Ken and Jill, respectively. Joan had informed them that this would be a situation that called for what she had labelled "bracketing," namely, that when one of the partners had misbehaved and was down on Joan's punishment chart, his or her partner would also be disciplined, less severely but definitely enough to take notice. In this way, Joan said, the misbehaving partner would learn to behave more appropriately since their conduct would bring down punishment on the partner who had not offended.
Ken was one of the first to experience punishment brought on by Andrea's disregard of some house rules. The lithe blonde tended to leave her soiled towels around the common bathroom, rather than placing them in the hamper, laundry basket, or on the towel rack. Andrea's oversights were reported to Joan by the housemaids, and at the next Friday session, Joan informed Andrea and Ken that because of Andrea's repeatedly being gigged for this fault, both of them would be required to wear tight Spanx panties for the next week. This was going to be uncomfortable for both of them, but Joan knew that Ken actually liked wearing panties and he had been wearing Andrea's, so she decided he should get to know what women went through to shape their bodies.
The other two siblings—Jill and Emily—somehow refrained from demonstrating their amusement at this punishment. They were used to hearing passionate exclamations coming from Ken and Andrea during the night when it was clear the couple were having intense sex sessions. Andrea's face reddened as she heard the embarrassing sentence being imposed by Joan and she also kept her cool when she really wanted to slap the younger woman on her face for humiliating both her and Ken.
Joan spared both the extra shame of having to put on the tight lycra panties in front of the group, telling them that this could occur after the session in her spacious room. Next up was Clarice, who had been noticed by Joan, no less, in the act of scolding one of the maids for interrupting her shower. Joan had told the staff to keep track of shower use during the community's drought and Clarice was interrupted after spending a good deal of time enjoying the hot spray.
Clarice was naturally submissive, but her relationship was with Jill. She stood in front of Joan now and was told very peremptorily to lower her panties.
"Miss Joan," Clarice said softly, "might I be permitted to keep my panties on because it is my time of the month?"
Jill groaned at Clarice's major faux pas, knowing that this excuse would cut no weight with her youngest sister, just as their mother had never permitted any of the girls to escape any discipline because they were menstruating.
"No," Joan said, "that is not an acceptable reason, but it will alter your punishment. Are you wearing a tampon now?"
Clarice cringed in embarrassment but answered yes.
"Then you may lower your panties and remove the tampon and hand it to me," Joan said, making the order sound like the most ordinary type of thing.
Clarice was shocked but complied, holding out the very soaked crimson tampon which Joan took by the string and placed under her chair.
Joan then reached into her handbag and extracted a sanitary pad which she proceeded to hand to Clarice.
"Put that in your panties and you will use pads for the rest of your period," she said sternly. Then she directed Clarice to pull up her panties and for her to bend over the table, with Jill next to her, also clad in only her panties from the waist down. Joan then rose and picked up her little rod, and then proceeded to give each of them five stinging strokes on their panties with the cane.
She then told Jill to inform her when she got her period because she too would be using pads this time in view of Clarice's offense and discipline.
Jill struggled with difficulty to keep from losing her compliant demeanor. She did not mind taking a few cane or rod strokes from Joan now and then, as she actually was pleased that her mother had not deigned to entrust her with the responsibility of running the house and handing out the discipline. Jill was very sure of herself, had a great job, and was pursued by both attractive men and women. She doubted her current affair with Clarice would endure forever. She understood that she would not have enjoyed being the killjoy she felt Joan was becoming.
When Jill returned with Clarice to her room, she frowned at her friend. "It's your fault, Jilly," Clarice managed to blurt out. "You should have warned me that the bitch would jump all over me for my bringing up my period."
Jill snapped back, "Tomorrow, you will wear the little vibe in your cunt so I can turn it on when you least expect it and buzz you."
Clarice grimaced and Jill smiled, "You know you love it when I get all dommy with you, sweetie. Now understand how happy I am with you and you may understand why I wouldn't have to be the bitch my younger sister is becoming. By the way, she's no worse than our mom was when she ruled the roost."
Emily realized that she had made it through another week without being disciplined. She felt a little sorry for Ken and Jill, not so much for Andrea and Clarice. Then she was rousted from her thoughts by Joan's telling her to come with her to Joan's bedroom.
At first, Emily worried that she was being singled out for private punishment. Their mother had done that at times and the spankings in private were far more punitive. Mom had also probed her orifices in an extremely embarrassing way: Emily somehow couldn't get out of her mind the memory of her mother probing her vaginally and anally.
She emerged quickly from this rather awful reverie when Joan asked her if she thought Joan had been too severe with her older brother and sister. Emily was the closest to her in age and they had always been close.
"No, Sis," Emily answered. "This is the way Mom always ran things and she left you in charge. You'll just have to ask yourself for how long you want to wear Mom's panties so to speak."
"Em," Joan said quietly, "you probably realize that I like to be in charge here. I think Mom understood that this house would be a total mess if she didn't crack the whip, literally."
"Do you like embarrassing or even humiliating all of us?" Emily dared to ask, since Joan was opening up more than she ever had.
"I guess I do, Em," Joan said plainly. "It does give me a bit of a charge to spank or to make someone do what I think they need. I hope that doesn't bother you."
