[You will likely find this story more enjoyable if you read the two preceding chapters in which the characters are introduced. However, you may also go ahead and read this one and decide if it is to your fancy. This story involves much discipline and bodily functions. If either of these topics bothers you, please do not read the story. All characters are well over 18.]
My young 25-year-old governess, Suzanne, had now established herself firmly in our home, much to the enjoyment of my husband Ned and myself. I'm a 45-year-old married woman who found that I craved being under the supervision and control of a strict, younger woman. We advertised and decided on Suzanne, as she did for us, and she promptly moved in.
I found it very exciting to have my clothing entirely changed so that now I was wearing somewhat dull plain blouses but very short skirts that often exposed my panties, which were only the granny-style ones Suzanne had found at the back of my lingerie drawer.
Suzanne supervised me in the bathroom and regulated my use by withholding permission when I seemed to her to be seeking to pee too often. I was required to sit on the toilet and only pull down my panties when she said I could. I then had to wait for permission to start peeing and if I then didn't get it started quickly, she would threaten to make me pull up my pants and wait for another chance later while holding it in.
Suzanne moved into my marital bed and relegated me to a small bed placed next to it. She enjoyed very hot sex with my husband, which I thoroughly was turned on by hearing, and then she did engage with both of us sexually. Suffice it to say that she sparked up our sex life.
She had taken me shopping to a women's apparel shop that seemed designed for young dominant women to select appropriate clothing for the middle-aged ladies they controlled. Suzanne made it clear to the young salesgirl Adrienne that I was submissive to my governess. We met another similar pair, Linda and Frances, and Suzanne exchanged coordinates with Linda and also with Adrienne who had apparently served as a babysitter for Linda's Aunt Frances, whom Linda called Franny.
It was not long after that when Suzanne took me to visit Linda and Franny with her. I had seen at our meeting in the shop that Linda was a stricter governess than Suzanne. It was not long after our arrival for tea that I was shown how this dominance manifested itself.
Linda came to the door, dressed quite nicely as she was also in her mid-20s as Suzanne was and was a master's candidate at the university. Franny was her aunt and both Franny and her husband, Linda's uncle, had agreed that Franny needed some supervision of the strict kind Linda was pleased to provide.
"Franny has misbehaved, I'm sorry to say," Linda announced to us, "so she is being punished. It will do her a world of good for you both to be present for her disciplining." With that, she escorted us into the tastefully appointed living room, where Franny was on display in a corner, with her white, old-fashioned, full brief panties pulled down to her knees and her short skirt pulled up above her waist and clipped there to expose her bare bottom.
It was obvious from the faded marks and stripes on her bottom that Linda frequently spanked or caned her aunt.
"Franny," Linda said after we had seated ourselves on a couch opposite the straight chair in which she was sitting, "come over here now for your spanking."
We watched as Franny, who was tear-eyed already, shuffled from the corner with her panties at her knees and placed herself over the young woman's skirted lap. Linda then ceremoniously placed a towel between her skirt and Franny.
"Franny sometimes loses control when she is being spanked, so I need to have this towel here just in case she forgets herself," Linda explained as Franny's face reddened.
Linda now began spanking Franny quite hard, alternating cheeks but sometimes applying several strong spanks to one cheek. After quite a few strong spanks, she switched to using a wooden hairbrush that was clearly reserved for this purpose. Franny began moaning and then crying out when the hairbrush reddened her bottom.
Now Linda let her hand roam down between her aunt's legs and felt her intimate places.
"This little girl has been getting excited by her spanking," she reported, showing us obviously wet fingers from feeling Franny's quim. "Franny," she ordered crisply, "stand up and bend over the ottoman over there."
Her aunt managed to lift herself off Linda's lap and Linda took up the towel and showed us that Franny had left it wet with her excitement that secreted a good deal of vaginal fluid.
"Sometimes she does lose control and pee herself during a spanking," Linda commented as Franny's face cringed. "Don't give me that look, Franny, or you will be put into diapers, so you don't have any more accidents."
Franny, who had dull brown hair, stood about 5-5 and weighed about 150 pounds, bent over the ottoman, her bottom protruding above it and her legs spread, exposing her very visible vulva because she had been shaved.
Linda reached to a sideboard and picked up a small cane. She stood behind and over Franny and lay the cane across her broad bottom. With a natural ease, she drew the cane back and began applying strokes to Franny's red bottom. Franny screamed at each stinger until Linda had given her eight strokes, some of which were aimed low on her bottom and must have been quite painful.
Suzanne thanked Linda for allowing us to witness this discipline being given.
"Thank you for permitting us to observe," she said warmly. "I'm sure Deb will appreciate that Franny was properly punished. Might I ask for what offense she was disciplined, Linda?"
"Oh," Linda answered rather offhandedly, "Franny forgot to ask my permission this morning to use the toilet when she woke up before I did. She knows that she must wait until I am awake and can supervise her peeing or making a doody."
"Thank you so much,' Suzanne smiled. "I think that it would be good for you both to observe my inspecting Deb's panties as we have been working on her improving her wiping after her own toilet use. Deb, stand up and lift your skirt."
I stood as ordered and lifted my skirt. Suzanne came over and put her thumbs in the waistband of my granny panties and lowered them to my knees. Then she peered down into the crotch (as did I) and was not surprised to find that there was a thin brown line in the crotch and some yellow spots that were clearly left by my pee.
"Deb, you have failed the panty inspection," Suzanne announced. "There is a long shit stain and some pee marks in your panty. This means that I must now inspect your pussy." With that, she leaned down and used her fingers to hold my labia apart and run them through my slit. Then she pushed a finger deep inside me, into my already wet vagina. Finally, she told me to turn around and she then had me keep my legs apart while she pressed a finger into my anal opening. She then examined her fingers.
"Your quim is quite wet, Deb," she reported, "so I expect that watching Franny getting spanked and caned excited you. And I'm very sorry to have to say that your bottom-hole is dirty."
"Does she often fail these inspections, Suzanne?" Linda asked.
"She's generally been getting more attentive," Suzanne said, "but I'm somewhat disappointed that she has stained her panties and that her hiney hole had some doody in it."