This story involves spanking and other punishments as well as several bodily functions. If any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.
Meg had been worried as she drove home from work. This was because home was the domain of her mother-in-law, Nancy, who had gradually come to exercise total dominance over the attractive, red-haired 25-year-old Meg. Even though Meg had become a wildly popular professor at the well-regarded university in their town, something in her personality had led her to accept being submissive to Nancy, an attractive, ash-blond, fiftyish woman.
It had made sense for Meg and her husband Keith to live with her mother-in-law to save some money for when they could acquire their own house. Keith was a successful corporate attorney who was on a path to make significant money as a partner in the town's largest firm. However, his love for Nancy included total acceptance of her suzerainty.
So, Meg gritted her teeth and got ready to face her stern mother-in-law. It was a key to Nancy's dominance to maintain close supervision of when Meg and Keith left for work in the morning and returned that day. Tardiness at either end resulted in Nancy's imposing punishment.
Meg realized that she was going to be a couple of minutes late. She steadied herself to expect that her mother-in-law would be pulling down her panties for the strap or cane.
When she arrived, Meg was surprised that Nancy's group of friends, all women, was still in the living room, happily chatting. All looked up when Meg, who looked harried but striking as always, arrived. Gloria Taylor, perhaps Nancy's closest pal, smiled and said how nice it was to see Meg.
"I keep hearing how much you are appreciated at the university," Gloria gushed.
Meg responded by observing, "I'm pleased that they think I'm doing a good job."
Nancy walked over and interrupted the conversation.
"You know that you are late," she announced to Meg.
"Yes, Ma'am," Meg answered coolly. "I'm sorry but I was held up at a meeting in my department."
"You know what happens when you are late," Nancy continued, as if Meg had not spoken.
"Yes, Miss Nancy, I do," Meg now was pleading.
Nancy pointed to the couch on the side of the living room.
"Get up on that couch. You know the position," she ordered.
Meg walked over and managed to climb up onto the couch, facing the back, and remained there on all fours, her bottom already sticking out under her skirt.
"Ladies," Nancy addressed the group of about a half-dozen women, "I think you will help to remind my daughter-in-law that she is expected to be home on time as you observe my instruction."
Nancy now walked behind Meg and reached down to lift Meg's short skirt above her waist. This exposed the gaily patterned but tiny panties Meg had on. Crisply, Nancy inserted her thumbs into the waistband of the little panties and tugged them down just below Meg's bottom. Nancy only lowered the panties to just below the bottom so that all would notice that they were pulled down, not totally removed.
The group was not shocked by this exposure as they had seen Nancy punish both Meg as well as Keith on prior occasions.
Nancy now reached into her handbag and extracted a well-worn tan strap. She lay it on Meg's alabaster bottom and began striking Meg's rear with powerful strokes of the strap. The women drew in their breath collectively as they heard each slap of the strap on Meg's buttocks.
Soon Meg's bottom grew rosy and then crimson. Meg was beginning to make little cries as Nancy stopped and reached into her purse, this time taking out a thermometer and a small vial of vaseline. She dipped the tip of the thermometer into the vial and then rubbed some off with her fingers. She then ordered Meg to spread her legs as far as possible. With one hand, Nancy pressed the lubricant into Meg's bottom-hole and then inserted the thermometer into that same opening.
"Is it really necessary to take her temperature?" Gloria dared to ask her good friend.