(This is a continuation of a Mother's training of Her 18-yo daughter; read Chapters 1 & 2 first, please)
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I awoke to the sound of Jessica's alarm clock. It was Friday morning and the girls had to go to school. Damn.
We were still in a jumble of arms and legs on Jessica's bed, my pretty naked girls and me. Sara got up to start the shower. Turning to Jessica, I wiped the hair from her eyes and told her how much I love her and how proud I was of her. "Now, get ready for school."
After their shower, Jessica found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to put on.
"Why don't you wear a skirt today, Jess? It doesn't have to be anything fancy."
"Is this OK, Mom?" she asked me, holding up a flowered print skirt.
"That's fine, honey." I stopped her again when she started to put on her panties.
"No, Jessica. The whole idea of a skirt is to be bare underneath; to feel the air; to get all hot thinking about being open. And no bra, either." She looked so pretty when she left; so uncomfortable about not wearing any underwear -- just her skirt, T-shirt, sandals, and collar.
"Don't forget to kiss Mommy goodbye." She bent down and opened her mouth, pressing her lips to mine. We kissed for only a minute, then I gave Sara her turn. Parting our lips, I told her, "Sara, I really enjoyed last night, but I think Jessica and I need some mother and daughter time by ourselves. You can come back Sunday morning before I leave, though. Hurry home after school, Jess."
I was waiting for her on the couch when Jessica got home that evening, wearing only my corset.
"New rule, Jessica. As soon as you get home, I want you naked. In fact, as soon as you get inside the building, I want you barefoot. You understand?"
"Yes, Mom," she answered and started to strip.
"Wait, Jess. As long as you are still dressed this time, why don't you come over here and strip for me?" She came over and started to strip. Once she was nude, though, she didn't know what to do and I had to try to talk her through lap dancing. "Oh, never mind," I finally told her. "I'll take you to a strip bar so you can see what they do."
"So how you like not wearing any panties or bra today?"
"It felt kind of weird."
"Did it make you hot?"
"Yah, sometimes."
"That's good, Jess. It's good to feel all hot and sexy. Take this bag and gather up all of your bras, panties, socks, and pantyhose for me; clean and the ones in the laundry." She looked confused but went into her room with the shopping bag. When she returned, I had another instruction.
"Now, take this bag and fill it with your jeans and other pants, and all your sneakers. You can leave out one pair of sneakers for gym class."
By now, she had probably figured the gist of what we were going to do, but she complied without a word.
"Now, get your robe, my robe, and whatever you think are my sexiest shoes. Leave the bags." When she returned, I directed her to get down and put my shoes on me. I then arose and tied the robe around my waist, before instructing her to do likewise. "Is all of your underwear and socks and stuff in there?"
"Yes."
"And these are all of your jeans and sneakers?"
"'Cept for my gym pair."
"Pick up the bags and come with me." I led her down the hall to the garbage chute. "It felt good to be hot, didn't it, Jess?"
"Yes," she answered hesitantly.
"I don't want you wearing any underwear any more, Jess ... and I think you want to go without it too, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"Your legs are so pretty. Girls with pretty legs shouldn't wear pants. At least not girls who are submissive to me. Don't you agree?"
"I don't know... I guess so."
"Well then, you know what to do." She opened the hatch and dropped the bags down. "We'll go shopping for some new clothes for you this weekend," I assured her before we walked back to the apartment
Upon our return to the apartment, however, she forgot to remove her robe. "Jessica, what did I tell you about wearing anything in the apartment?"
"Oh, right. Sorry," she said and took off her robe.
"I see I'm going to have to remind you. Go into my toy drawer and bring me a paddle."
"God, I said I was sorry!"
"You just doubled your punishment, Jess. Now get in there!" I commanded, pointing at my bedroom.
I selected a firm, thin switch that I knew would sting enough for her to get my point.
"Bend over and put your hands on the bed, Jess. I'm not going to tie you down; you have to learn to take your punishments. Each time you move away, I am going to add two swats to your punishment. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am," she replied in resignation, her ass turned up to face my switch.
"Good. Now spread your feet farther apart."
I pulled back and let my daughter have it, swatting forward and back across her round, young bottom.
"Ahhh!" she screamed.
"Every time you scream, I am adding two more, Jessica."
I could hear the whistle of the air as I resumed swinging the switch back and forth across Jessica's round butt cheeks.
"Stand up and turn around," I commanded.
The tears on Jessica's face betrayed her otherwise stoic demeanour. Putting aside the switch, I cupped both of her heaving breasts in my hands and caressed them, kneading her firm but soft boobies. Eventually, I concentrated my attentions on her nipples, which I manipulated to full erections.
"Put your arms over your eyes, Jess." She complied and I whipped the switch across her orbs, hitting the sensitive areolae. Though she naturally flinched, she did not move away. I then held the switch down and swung it up between her outstretched legs, landing it on her slopping wet pussy.
"Eeeeeiiiioooo!" she wailed.
"What did I tell you about screaming, Jessica?! That was going to be your last one, but now you bought yourself two more strokes." Again, I swung up to strike her tender vagina. This time, however, my daughter didn't make a sound.
"Good, Jess. Now just one more." I swung my arm up and she took a step back. "Don't think that only got you two extra, Jess. That was a deliberate insult!"
I went off, swinging the switch over and over; I moved around her to catch her tits, ass and pussy before finally stopping and stepping back a few feet away.
Snapping my fingers and pointing at the floor, I ordered, "Down!"
Jessica dropped to her knees.
"Crawl over here."
Jessica crawled across the carpet to me.
I put one foot out in front of me, snapped my fingers again, and pointed at it.
Jessica leaned forward to kiss and lick my toes through the straps of my shoe. "Keep licking your way up, Jessica."
Her tongue slid along my ankle and up my leg, bringing her face to my crotch, where I pulled it to me tight. My daughter's tongue fucked my pussy and she tugged at my clit. I came quickly, of course, and kept Jessica down between my legs to bring me off some more. Mum.
Afterwards, I pulled her up to me and kissed her long and passionately.
"You are learning well, my baby. I'm not going to whip you any more tonight, though. Why don't you take a quick shower and pick out something to wear for dinner across the street. Put your make up on, but leave your clothes off, of course."
Jessica ran off to her bathroom while I similarly prepared myself. When we were otherwise ready to leave, I let Jessica pull on her skirt and tank top next to the door and pick up her sandals, which she in turn was allowed to put on only once we were up to the outer door. We shared a pleasant meal; something of a cross between mother-daughter love and a woman on a date with a hot, little youngster.