Spanking Service

[There is some discussion of bodily functions so if that offends you, read no further. This story was inspired by a scene in the classic novel, The Discipline of Odette, by Jean Martinet, describing how a service similar to the one featured in this story operated in a French milieu many years ago. All characters are 18 or over.]

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Katherine Larson had had it up to here with her two daughters, Miranda and Stacy. They were now 20 and 18, respectively, and were a constant trial. Living at home, they never cleaned their own rooms and expected their laundry to be done without their involvement. Katherine decided that steps must be taken.

She was just discussing her travails with her manicurist at the nail studio. "It's funny you should mention this, Mrs. Larson," Laurie, the manicurist, said brightly. "We've heard about your kind of problem so often lately that Petra, who's our day manager, has started a new service of which you may be interested in availing yourself."

Katherine looked up as if startled. "A new service?" she asked, with a very questioning tone to her response.

"Yes," Laurie continued brightly, "and I will be involved in it. Let me tell you about it."

"Petra recalled reading about a service in France that provided women on call to respond to mothers who needed help in disciplining their disobedient offspring, especially those that were of age and were still living at home, as so many do these days," Laurie said.

"She has set this up so that we provide you with a phone number and if you live anywhere near here, we will have two young women who are well trained as disciplinarians come to your home immediately or at a set time and take charge of your situation," she added. "They are quite accustomed to dealing with young ladies of the ages of your daughters."

"So, how do they take control?" Katherine asked, as she wondered how on earth some young women could come into her home and solve this very nettlesome problem for her. "What if the girls resist?"

"Marie and Brenda exude authority," Laurie said. "They dress very conservatively, wearing grey tailored suits and seamed hose with smart burgundy pumps. If you want, I can set you up with an appointment. They are training me so I may come along with them."

"Sounds quite good to me," Katherine responded with alacrity. "I can assume this will be on my monthly bill?"

"Yes, it will," Laurie replied, "and they do charge $250 for the first visit. After that, they will explain follow-up charges."

"Can you fit me in late this afternoon when Miranda and Stacy get home from work?" Katherine asked.

Laurie pulled the schedule up on her computer and saw that there was an opening from 6:30 p.m.

"They will arrive promptly at the specified time," she said, "and stay until the assignment is completed. I know you will be satisfied, Mrs. Larson."

Katherine left the salon feeling quite giddy that her two recalcitrant charges were about to experience something they had not known for many years. Katherine's husband had no interest in her problems with the two, expecting her to take control of the situation, which, she thought, would now be exactly what she was doing.

When her daughters came home, throwing their coats on the sofa without thinking about hanging them properly in the closet, Katherine sat them down.

"I have arranged for two women to visit soon who will be making you aware of your need to keep your rooms and persons clean and tidy," she said. Miranda started to protest that they didn't need any help and Katherine stopped her mid-sentence.

"You both have been asking for this and you will not enjoy the discipline involved, yes, discipline, of the physical kind," she said sharply. "You of course may leave but if you do, don't even think about returning."

Recognizing that she was serious, Stacy asked her in a gentle voice why they couldn't do what she wanted without this awful intervention. "After all, Mom," she said, "we both work and are responsible at our jobs."

"But that's just it," Katherine answered. "I've been trying to get you two to act like grown-ups to no avail, so you best just get ready to be in for some embarrassment."

Soon the doorbell rang and the two women, clearly in their late 20s, arrived just as Laurie had promised. Laurie followed but quietly stayed in the background.

"Madam," Marie said, "I'm Marie and this is Brenda. I think it would be best if you absented yourself while we discuss the programme with your daughters."

"Yes, Marie," Katherine said, as she saw the two girls become nervous in a way she hadn't seen before, "this is Miranda and this is Stacy. I think they understand that you will be putting them through some embarrassment and discomfort but you have my complete permission."

She went into her bedroom to relax and Marie, still standing as was Brenda, said to Miranda and Stacy, "You need to understand that we are not here to negotiate with you. Your mother has been very upset by your failure to behave in a manner befitting your age. So she has retained our services to discipline you in order that you will learn to act as she has a right to expect. Now, both of you will stand and face us here," pointing to a spot on the living room floor.

"Please be aware that if you do not follow my instructions, your discipline will be extended until I am convinced you have learned to obey," she continued. "Your mother has called us in to show you the need to behave like the young women you are, but she has not been satisfied with your behavior and your attitude. So get up and stand here."

When the two had stood slowly and walked to the indicated spot, Brenda said, "Now lift your skirts well above your waists."

Miranda started to protest this indignity but thought better of it and did as ordered, realizing that these indeed were orders, something she was not at all accustomed to hearing or following. But neither wanted to find their own place to live just now.

Marie now stood behind Miranda, put her thumbs in Miranda's white panties and lowered them to her knees. Again, Miranda began to voice protest, but Brenda told her, "Leave those panties where they are unless you want your spanking doubled!" Then she lowered Stacy's panties in the same way.

Marie noticed that the older girl was unshaved but that Stacy had a bald mons which disclosed her tight labia.

Now Miranda and Stacy were told to get across Marie's and Brenda's laps. "You aren't going to spank us?" Stacy pleaded. "We'll do what Mom wants, really, we will."

"You'll have to make us believe that we won't have to return," Marie responded crisply. "So just do what you are told and it'll be over more quickly."

She started to spank Miranda, who had not felt a hand slap her bottom in more than a decade. It was not so much the pain as the very idea that this woman only a few years older was spanking her like a child that made Miranda feel more shame than her rapidly reddening bottom.

Stacy tried to jump up after the first two firm spanks from Brenda, but the latter reinforced her grip on the girl's waist and spanked her even harder so that she emitted a cry.

Soon the two would do anything to get the spanking to stop and told their spankers that.

Marie chuckled, and Brenda grinned. "You two have apparently angered your mother to a great extent and need some reinforcement," Marie announced to them.

"Now, do either of you need to use the toilet?" Brenda asked. "We don't want any accidents, do we?"

Both girls cringed in embarrassment and nodded in the negative. Brenda gently inserted her finger into Stacy's tight little anal rosette. Stacy began to complain that this was too much and Brenda said, "Maybe you want an enema then?"

Stacy sobbed and stopped whining. "Marie," Brenda said as if speaking about a small child, "Stacy here may need to visit the bathroom soon since I feel something in her."

Stacy's face now was redder than her bottom as she heard the woman describe her most intimate functions. She thought she had never suffered such embarrassment.

She managed to get herself together enough to ask, "Who is that woman with you?"

"It's no business of yours but she is our supervisor and you don't want to bother her or she will order such severe punishments as you cannot conceive of," Marie answered, hiding her smile at her extreme use of language.

She now inserted her finger in Miranda's bottom and withdrew it, looking askance at a slight residue. "Well, this one must have gone recently," she announced. "Did you?" she poked Miranda.

"Yes, Miss," Miranda answered shamefully.

Now the two disciplinarians produced two rather small buttplugs which they inserted into their charges' bottom-holes, much to the latters' dismay.

"Both of you, now, get up and bend over each end of the sofa there," Marie ordered.

When they did so, each of the women produced a small cane from her pocketbook and lay it across the bare bottoms. They proceeded to snap the cane across the red bottoms six times and created a gate pattern on the two bottoms.

By now, both girls were screaming.

"Will you do what your mother says or do we have to come back regularly?" Marie asked.

"Oh, we will, we will," both chattered in unison.

Then Marie knocked on Katherine's door to summon her to the scene.

"Miss Katherine," she said, "I think your daughters are disposed to do what you say. You know how to reach us if reinforcement is needed. We have one last procedure which you need to watch."

She reached into her carrying case and withdrew two pairs of underpants that looked like the new trendy control panties women now wore to shape their figure.

"These are special panties we will have them put on," Marie said.

She handed a pair to each girl and told them to remove their other panties and put these on.

It took a minute as these panties were clearly tight. When both girls pulled them up and complained that they were tight, Brenda said, "These are to remind you to heed your mother."

Then she turned to Katherine, and handed her a small key. "There are two locks. One is at the waist and it locks them in. The other opens a tab at the crotch so they may attend to natural needs without removing the panties. Of course, they will not be able to do that until you unlock the tab."

She snapped the two locks shut on each girl's panties. "You will attend to your mother if you expect her to let you out of these panties to go to work," Brenda said to the two. "We recommend that they put these on when they return from work and snap the locks shut. Then they will ask you to unlock one or both locks. We also suggest that you require them to use the opening at the crotch to use the toilet."

Both Miranda and Stacy, entrapped in these tight locked-on panties, began to cry loudly.

"I hope you are satisfied with our service," Marie said. They drew Katherine into her bedroom for a short discussion of what had occurred: the spankings, canings, pluggings, and the special panties. Then they explained to Katherine how much follow-up visits would cost. Laurie remained outside to watch the two girls.

"You may telephone the salon at any time during the day," Marie said, and ask for Laurie, who does our scheduling. "After hours, I will give you our number—whoever answers will be able to respond to your need immediately. We find that when you feel the girls need some reinforcement, our response must be prompt."

"For our records, Mrs. Larson, when were the girls last disciplined?" Brenda asked.

Katherine frowned and answered, "It's been a very long time and I hope what you just provided will go a long ways toward solving the problem. To be exact, it was probably ten years ago when they were last spanked."

With that, Katherine signed their voucher. They acknowledged Katherine's nod and smile, and left, as Laurie offered a wink to Katherine.

After they had left, Stacy went to Katherine and told her how sorry she was, and that she was sure that Miranda was too, for how they had behaved. She promised to do what Katherine told her to do and then asked mildly if Katherine would let them out of the panties.

"They are really tight, Mom," Stacy pleaded. "And...I do have to go now, with that prong she put in...my bottom."

"I realize that this has been a bit of a shock for you both," Katherine said quietly, "but I feel you need to wear those for a while and then when you need to go, I will unlock the tab down at the crotch for you."

"Mom," Stacy whined, "I do need to go. Please don't make me almost have an accident!!"

"You will speak to me in the proper tone of voice, young lady, or losing control in your panties will be the least of your worries," a newly confident Katherine responded.

"But I won't be unreasonable—come with me and I will open your crotch lock in the bathroom," she continued.

"You mean you're taking me to the bathroom," Stacy asked incredulously.

"Yes," Katherine said firmly. "You had better get used to your mother's taking much more active control over what goes on in this household."

When they reached the bathroom, Stacy lifted her skirt and then looked confused, "I guess you need to open that tab in the panties, Mom." She was close to crying again at the shame.

Katherine took the small key and open the tab, which when pushed aside, left a fairly large opening for Stacy to pee and or defecate.

The girl sat on the toilet, her face red with shame at her mother's being there, and finally released a strong stream of pee into the water. Then she let out some noisy bowel sounds and Katherine smelled her movement as it slid out into the toilet.

Stacy breathed a sigh of relief and reached for toilet paper to carefully wipe herself inside the tight panties through the opening.

"This is very cumbersome, Mom," she said, "this hole is not that large and I really do want to wipe properly."

Katherine smiled and told her she would not be wearing the panties indefinitely but that she had better get used to them for now.