3 comments/ 42064 views/ 10 favorites A Governess for Two 20-Somethings By: cynthiablaine7 This story concerns persons in their 20's and older. It also includes use of bodily functions so those who dislike such subjects should proceed no further. ***** Samantha Harris had not been taken by surprise when her two children in their twenties—Dianne, 24, and Jason, 22—had returned home to live because while both were employed, neither was yet capable of supporting him or herself. Samantha's husband and the children's father, Arthur, had died at a relatively early age, leaving Samantha a wealthy widow. She bore scant affection for her children, regarding them as lazy and indolent. She felt their father had spoiled them and although she sensed an obligation to take them in, she had no intention of allowing them to luxuriate at her expense. Consequently, she proceeded to hire a very sure-of-herself young woman in her 30s—Grace Vincent—to oversee her children when they were at home after work. Grace possessed a naturally dominant outlook and recognized immediately that Samantha wanted her to take complete charge of the Samantha's offspring, including subjecting them to significant humiliation. Samantha had concluded that this kind of treatment would encourage both to seek to better themselves so they could move out and stop being a drain on their mother. "Dianne and Jason," Samantha said quite peremptorily in summoning her two grown children. "This is Miss Grace Vincent, and I will make no bones about telling you that she is in complete charge of you while you are in this house. You will mind Grace—and call her Miss Vincent—and if she feels your behavior is in any way wanting, she has my complete authority to discipline both of you in any way she sees fit." Dianne's face fell and Jason's scrunched up in feigned pain. "Mom," Dianne whined, "you aren't going to let this woman... spank me, now, are you? That is totally out of line at my age." "As I said, Dianne," Samantha snapped, "Miss Vincent has complete authority including the ability to spank you or discipline you however she feels will do the most good. I wasn't going to go into such detail but I realize I must. You and Jason may whine all you want but Miss Vincent may decide when you use the bathroom and monitor your use of the toilet, when you eat dinner, when you go to bed, and everything else in your life here." "That's horrid," Dianne stamped her foot. "Dianne," Samantha said sternly, "if you don't like my rules, you may always leave. And now I'd like Miss Vincent to punish you right here for your behavior." The 24-year-old was shocked and could only comply with Grace's quiet instruction to lift her skirt and get across Miss Vincent's lap as the latter seated herself on a straight chair. "Dianne," Grace said, "I hope we will not need to repeat this again soon but your mother has decided that you need correction, so that is what you will get." As Dianne now whimpered, Grace rather calmly put her thumbs in the waistband of Dianne's exposed hicut panties and tugged those down below her knees. Facing Dianne's bared bottom, Grace began to spank the white cheeks alternately. Dianne had not been spanked since she was 12 or so and she began to buck and plead for Grace to stop. Grace found herself thrilled to see Dianne open her legs as the spanking increased in intensity and Grace was staring at the younger woman's exposed pudenda. Dianne now suddenly had the awful feeling that she needed badly to use the toilet. "Miss Vincent, please...please I need to use the bathroom now," Dianne pleaded. "You will have to hold it in until your correction has been completed, Dianne," Grace responded coolly. Dianne now began to panic and started thrashing out but Grace merely tightened her grip around the 24-year-old's waist and kept spanking her bottom harder. Grace was determined and knew Samantha approved of her chance to initiate a full humiliation of Samantha's daughter. "Dianne," she said sternly, "when you need to use the toilet, you will ask me and use the words to describe what you need to do, as in 'Miss Vincent, I need to go wee-wee or I need to go plop-plop.'" Dianne couldn't believe how she would now be subjected to such total childish humiliation but she felt the ever-increasing pressure of both her bladder and bowel needing relief and ever so reluctantly complied with the humiliating orders. "Yes, Miss Vincent," she said in a small voice, "I do need to go wee-wee and do plop-plop in the potty now, please, Miss." Grace smiled and said that she would be allowed to go quite soon when the spanking was done. Now Dianne was starting to panic because she wasn't sure she could hold either her pee or her doody in for much longer. "Miss," she pleaded delightfully, "it's...starting to come down, I think. I really don't want to have an accident." And now she began to cry. "You will learn better control," Grace assured her sweetly. "But now let's go into the little girls' room together." Just as they reached the commodious bathroom, Dianne let out a frightened scream as she expelled a strong hot jet of pee from between her legs and at the same time a long dark sausage popped out of her anus onto the floor. "I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Harris," Grace said coolly to the dominant mother, "that Dianne clearly seems to be quite deficient in her toilet training." "You two are cruel and unfair," Dianne screamed as she cried seeing how she had peed and left a large turd on the bathroom floor. She stamped her foot and Grace grabbed her firmly around the waist and restrained her arms. "Thank you, Grace," Samantha observed with a barely suppressed grin as she savored the shame her rebellious daughter was incurring for having lost bladder and bowel control so quickly and embarrassingly. "I see that Dianne will need some steady instruction in her toilet behavior," her mother said deprecatingly. "Yes, Ma'am," Grace responded, "I recommend that she be given some training in wearing plastic panties until she shows she can hold her waste in.' "No!" Dianne screamed. "You can't make me wear those horrid baby things." Grace adopted a most condescending tone. "Young lady, your mother has told me that until you show you deserve to be treated as an adult, you must be trained on the basis of behaving like a small child who cannot always get to the toilet on time." Then she opened the closet door and brought out a child's wooden potty. "Dianne," she said, "from now on you will ask me to use the potty and I shall supervise your use and our wiping afterward." Then she held out the shameful plastic panties. "You will put these on and wear them until I see you can get along with big girl panties," Grace said sternly. "And if you dare to resist you will be caned on the bare bottom in front of your mommy and brother." Dianne was taken aback by this prospect of even more embarrassment and the horrid pain of a caning. She took the plastic panties and slowly pulled them up her legs and around her waist. Grace smiled as she saw the young woman submit to wearing the shameful, baby-like plastic panties. She knew this would be just the beginning of her asserting control over Dianne. She told Dianne to go to her room and wait for Grace to come to see her there. Dianne now wanted only to get away from this awful scene so she quietly followed her new governess's direction. Grace now turned to the slightly younger brother, Jason. "You've seen how your sister behaved and its consequences for her," Grace said plainly. "I hope you will be more cooperative." Jason responded with a blank look, then he responded. "Miss, I'm just hoping to get myself a job soon so I can be out of everyone's way as soon as possible," he said. Grace liked his goal if not his way of responding so she replied, "That's a very good plan, but your mother will expect me to do what I can to improve your prospects by seeing that you are clean and properly dressed to go to interviews and call-backs." Jason winced and only answered by nodding. Then he added, "Miss, you are welcome to give me useful advice but I am of age and should be able to determine how best to do these things." "Yes, you are of age, Jason," Grace answered, "but you don't have a job and so long as you are dependent on your mother, she expects me to keep a close eye on you." "Just what does that mean?" Jason said with more an aggressive tone. "I will supervise you during meals here and when you use the bathroom," Grace said with no trace of superiority. "Your mother wants me to see that you are personally clean so I will inspect you and if you do not keep yourself and your clothing clean, you will be disciplined." "That's outrageous," Jason laughed, "but I will cooperate since those are the rules while I'm here." "That's actually a positive attitude, Jason," Grace chose to accept his statement and ignored the derogatory opening. "I saw what happened with my sister," he added. "Do you get a kick out of embarrassing us?" Grace somehow avoided blushing since she got quite a nice feeling from being a dominant in her role as governess of these two grown children. "Jason," she said with a measured tone, "I've been retained by your mother to serve in the role of governess so I will merely do what is necessary to satisfy her. My feelings are quite irrelevant." Since the rest had left them alone, Jason moved closer to Grace. He was attracted to assertive women although he had little use for Samantha. "Miss," he began, "I'd like to be able to reciprocate in providing any companionship you might wish. I hope you will take me up on that as I'd love to take you out for dinner and a movie." "I'm not sure that's quite proper for us in this situation, Jason," Grace responded calmly, although she did like Jason's looks and even his somewhat cocky manner. "Why not?" Jason answered. "I've gone out for that with my sister or my mom." "I'm supposed to be preparing you to be on your own," Grace then suggested. "It might not make much sense to do something that encourages a different kind of relationship." "These things happen," Jason said offhandedly. "If you find you'd like to let down your hair a bit, just say the word. I guess I'd better ask if I can go to my room now." "You may," Grace smiled in response. "But let's get your inspection out of the way. Do drop your trousers and pull down your shorts for me, please." The starkness of her order—for Jason knew that was what it was—surprised Jason but he complied and he was not all that pleased that dropping his pants and shorts exposed a fairly large erection. "Ah," Grace chuckled, "I suppose I should take that as a compliment." "Take it any way you want," Jason grinned, "in your mouth if you'd like." "Jason," Grace now said crossly, "that was uncalled for. You have earned a spanking after I inspect you." She ordered him to stand in front of her and she peered at his hard cock which glistened with precum, and then bade him turn round so she could inspect his rear. She put on a plastic glove, dabbed some Vaseline on it, and inserted her index finger slowly but persistently into his tight anal rosette. "Oh, that tickles," Jason exclaimed, as he bent over as directed. Grace was pleased to see that her finger emerged unsullied but she gazed into the crotch of his drawers and saw skidmarks. "Jason," she said sternly, "you obviously don't wipe properly. I will supervise you in the bathroom the next time you need to go—either way." Jason now blushed but kept his cool. Grace now told him to leave his clothing down at his ankles and follow her to her room. He shuffled behind her, admiring her pleasant bottom in her moderate-length navy skirt. When they arrived there, Grace grinned at him. "You are going to be spanked for that naughty remark, Jason. You should realize that I cannot allow that kind of comment." The 22-year-old nodded as if to say that she should do what she feels she has to do. She beckoned him over her lap with her finger as she sat on an armless straight chair. He complied and she opened and then closed her thighs to catch his erection between them. As Jason felt her warm thighs press on his hard cock, he grinned that she must be turned on. But then the spanking began and he eventually started whimpering from the pain of her steady smacks and Grace noticed how his fair bottom reddened. Finally, it was over. She tapped his bottom and made it clear she was telling him to stand. "You took that well, Jason," she smiled, "and I will remember that." "Can I do something to please you?" he responded in as sincere a voice as he could muster. Grace grinned too but finally said, "Yes, Jason, you can. But listen very carefully. You will do exactly what I say and we both will enjoy it. Any funny business—trying to do more than I'm allowing—and I will use my cane on your bottom and it will become quite more red and nasty-looking." Jason nodded and his spirits soared as he saw his governess sit on her bed and reach under her skirt to pull her cute lacy panties down and off. She lay back, and deftly lifted the front of her skirt so that Jason was staring at her auburn-haired mons and the protruding pink lips of her sex beneath her smiling visage. "Bring that nice hard tool over here, sweetie," she said with the ever-present smile, "and I'm going to give you the equivalent of a gold star." When he came over as she said and climbed atop her and pointed his erection at her spread labia, Grace reached down and placed her hand round his cock, just below the purplish glans. She then drew it into her hot hole but the fingers grasping it kept all but the head from entering. "Mmmm," she said, "I do like the feel of that fellow poking into me. But if you behave well, Jason, you will get to enjoy more of yourself inside me." And with that she used her hand round his shaft to press it gently out and she then pushed out from under Jason and held him in her arms. Jason had enjoyed his brief—in both time and distance—entry into his governess's vagina and despite his frustration at being denied a full thrust into the enticing sex, he was pleased that she had seen fit to award him even this limited favor. If she wanted to watch him wipe his behind, so be it, he thought, and maybe having her do the job wouldn't be all that unpleasant, either. For her part, Grace was considering in her limited ecstasy how she might proceed with this surprisingly pliable young man. She did have a pronounced dominant if not sadistic streak (as did her employer, of course) so he might not have been pleased with her thinking. Grace was contemplating how his tongue would feel on her intimate places while doing the cleaning job after her own ablutions in the bathroom. A Governess for Two 20-Somethings Ch. 02 Samantha Harris was infuriated to hear from her daughter Dianne that, Grace Vincent, the 34-year-old governess Samantha had hired to supervise her two children, Dianne and Jason, both in their early 20s, had already misbehaved on the job. While Samantha knew that Dianne, who had been humiliated by Miss Vincent in front of Jason and Samantha during their initial meeting, obviously bore a grudge against the governess, this latest news was highly disturbing. Although Samantha had expected that Dianne would merely be seeking to discredit the governess in any way, it appeared that this time she had the goods on her. Dianne had been prevented from using the toilet by Grace Vincent, who told her that she would be allowed to go when her disciplining was over. Diane realized that she could not hold on that long and then, while on the way to the bathroom, lost control, peed, and dropped a large turd from under her dress right on the floor. This had obviously been extremely embarrassing for the 24-year-old, who had returned him along with her 22-year-old brother because both were working part-time and even together could not afford their own apartment. But now Dianne had managed to overhear Jason visiting Miss Vincent in the governess's bedroom. While Grace had spanked Jason for his failure to respect her, she had apparently rewarded him in a rather intimate manner: she had removed her panties and allowed him to insert one inch of his cock into her vagina. Dianne had overheard Grace's instructions and realized the governess was preventing Jason from completing intercourse by grasping her hand around his cock below the glans. So Samantha prepared herself for the inevitable interrogation of her newly-hired governess. Grace was summoned to her employer's bedroom after dinner. Samantha made certain that the door was secured after Grace entered and she had the TV on loud enough to ensure that Dianne and Jason would not overhear what would follow. "Yes, Ms. Harris," Grace said calmly, "may I ask for what you have called me in? I hope you were not bothered by the problem we had with Dianne's toilet control this afternoon?" "No, Grace," Samantha said equally coolly, masking her immense displeasure, "I am more concerned about your behavior later with Jason. To put it bluntly, I did not expect to hear that you had permitted, nay invited, my son to place his penis in your vagina, to be technical. This was penetration, however slight, and thus qualifies to me and anyone else as fucking. I do not feel that is proper conduct by a governess." Grace blanched and wondered how on earth Samantha had already found out about her indiscretion. She was nonplussed as to how to respond but Samantha continued her end of the conversation. "I'm afraid, Grace," she went on, "that I've made a mistake in hiring you. I thought you would be mature enough to handle what is clearly a challenging assignment but I was obviously mistaken. If we act now and end this relationship, we may be able to keep the problems to a minimum and both go on with our lives." Grace now somehow kept her composure and replied quickly, "Ma'am, I know now I made a mistake but I can assure you that nothing of the kind will happen again and I hope you will correct me, physically if you so feel it is appropriate, so that we may put this unfortunate occurrence behind us. Yes, I was," she hesitated, "oh, yes, even at my age, I was a bad girl and bad girls should be punished, but I think I can do a good job for you and you will not be sorry if you give me another chance." Samantha found herself sympathizing with the young woman, although she did not feel this was really a remediable situation. How could this girl supervise her son when she had allowed him to fuck her, however slightly? "Grace, I need to ask you a very personal question but you have invited it because of your conduct," Samantha declared. "I need to know with whom in the past year you have had sex, and how often." Grace blushed deeply now, and slowly responded, "Ma'am, I had a boyfriend much of the year and we did engage in sex quite often for about seven months. But aside from that, I have not had intercourse or other sex with anyone this past year, so that is since three months ago when we broke up." "I assume you are on birth control," Samantha continued, seemingly relentlessly. "Yes," Grace blushed again. "I am." Samantha drew a deep breath as she did not want to have to worry about her son's having already impregnated the governess. "Very well," Samantha said firmly, "I don't really know why I'm doing this but I intend to give you another chance. However, as you have requested correction, I intend to punish you so that you fully appreciate the gravity of what you have done. Stand up and lift your skirt and bend over the chair there," she said, pointing to the high hassock in the bedroom. Grace was relieved at the outcome: she would not be summarily fired, but now was worried about what kind of painful punishment she would now be subjected to receiving from Samantha. "Do you intend to spank me, ma'am?" she asked plaintively. "When I am dealing with a governess," Samantha replied very authoritatively, "I use my thin cane on her bare bottom." "Oh," Grace exclaimed and then got control of her emotions, "that is very severe, Ms. Harris, but...yes, I know I deserve to be punished harshly." "You certainly do, Grace," Samantha Harris rejoined, "and I intend to make you understand that this is indeed what is done with girls who have been advanced to a responsible position and then forget their responsibilities. Moreover, I expect that this punishment, by the time I am finished, will embarrass you and make you recall it the next time you are tempted to misbehave. So bend over the hassock right now." She reached into her handbag and withdrew a small fiberglas rod, which would serve the same purpose and impart a similar sting and striping as a traditional disciplinary cane. Meanwhile, Grace had followed the order to lift her skirt and bend over the hassock. Samantha was now staring at Grace's commodious bottom, protected by a thin pair of white cotton panties. Samantha stepped toward Grace, bent down, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties. Grace now knew that her last shield against full exposure of her bottom, and ultimately all of her most intimate areas between her legs, was now to be removed. She felt highly vulnerable and very sorry that she had permitted Jason the liberties she had allowed. "It was all because I was so horny from not having sex for so long," Grace told herself, by way of assigning blame for her current position awaiting castigation from her new employer. Samantha now tugged Grace's panties down below her knees and ordered Grace to keep her legs apart to hold the panties at that level.. She stared at the governess's pale bottom and the ample crack between her bottom cheeks. Samantha saw the cute little anal pucker surrounded by darker skin and then she could even see the pooched vulva between Grace's legs disclosed by Grace's holding her legs apart. Samantha found herself getting wet at the view of this young woman's private parts but proceeded to the task at hand. She grasped her little rod, lay it across Grace's cheeks, and then flicked it twice quickly with her wrist to impart two strokes. It took a minute for the sting to be felt by Grace who moaned in pain as Samantha watched the tell-tale red stripes appear on Grace's bottom. Now Samantha proceeded to deliver a series of two-stroke flicks of the wrist that left the governess's bottom striped from top to middle to base near the sensitive crease between bottom and thigh. She resisted the temptation to apply the rod to Grace's thighs, deciding that she would reserve that increased punishment should Grace misbehave in the future. Grace cried out after each two-stroke imposition and pleaded that she would be good. After Samantha had imposed 16 strokes with the rod, she stopped and told Grace to stand. "Now, face me, and remove your panties," Samantha ordered. The shaken young woman quickly stood and slowly removed her panties which had fallen to her ankles. Now came the most humiliating order: "Hold your legs apart and then hold your pussy open for my inspection," Samantha said in ordinary tones. Grace was taken aback at this embarrassing stance she was being told to assume. But she did stand legs apart and reached down to hold her labia open, disclosing her pink vaginal opening to Samantha's view. Samantha approached, rod in hand. "Just as a reminder that your offense was highly compromising and in keeping with my practice of punishing exactly where you offended," she said to Grace, "you will receive one Mistress's stroke on your open pussy. If this is too much, you may change your mind and pack your bags." "Mistress's stroke?" Grace asked, not anxious to hear the answer. "Yes," Samantha answered, "it will given on your open vulva." "Oh, no, I mean, well, yes," Grace cried. She somehow held back her tears and braced herself. "I take that as a yes," Samantha intoned, as Grace helplessly nodded her assent. "Very well," Samantha said matter-of-factly. Then she gave the most fear-inducing order for Grace: "Hold your lips apart." She lay the rod down Grace's split, drew it back, and flicked it right into the open vulval lips. "Yeeooowwww," Grace exclaimed and jumped up in pain as the little rod had snapped on her most delicate place. "You may retrieve your panties," Samantha stated. "I trust we will regard this matter as closed," Samantha said formally. "You may go," she added. Grace decided it would be appropriate for her to bow and she did so as she made her exit. Her face was now as red as her pantied bottom. Her punishment was not a secret for long. Dianne had perceived that Grace was going into Samantha's bedroom and managed to get her ear close to the vent where even the radio noise Samantha had had playing in the background failed to keep the 24-year-old daughter for hearing what was being discussed. She felt herself get excited and her fluids start pouring out of her vagina as she heard her mother lecture the errant governess. "Wow," Dianne said to herself, "Mom ran with what I told her big-time. She's giving that bitch what-for on her naughty little bum and then she even gave her a whack on her dirty little cunt. I can't wait to see when Jason finds out his little fuck toy has been removed from his service." The next day, Grace told Jason and Dianne at breakfast that she would inspect their rooms. Neither was overly concerned. Jason figured he had Grace between his fingers and Dianne was ready to have it out with this assertive girl who had just been whipped by their mother. Grace inspected after the two left for work. She soon found messy rooms—Dianne had left the last two pairs of panties she had worn on the floor, and each had nasty skidmarks; Jason's room was in complete disarray, with clothing and papers strewn about. When the two returned, Grace assembled them, both scowling at being treated like children. "I inspected your rooms," Grace intoned, "and you both have failed miserably. Dianne, you left your underpants on the floor and I might note that they are filthy and disgraceful for a woman your age." Dianne blushed at this, not recalling that her wiping when she used the toilet tended to be cursory. "And Jason, your room is a complete pigpen," Grace went on. "You both have earned disciplining," the governess declared, "and I intend to make sure that you both start attending to keeping your rooms and things clean." She then took out a small notebook. "I will keep track of the behavior of each of you in this book," Grace explained. "I will enter all marks awarded for misbehavior or other offenses you commit. At week's end we shall have an accounting for the marks earned." Dianne was then ordered to step forward and lift her skirt. She hated having to do this but decided she had better go along until she could afford to move out. She stood before Grace and cringed as the governess proceeded to lower her panties below the knees. Jason was ordered to stand beside his sister. His belt was then unbuckled and his trousers and undershorts similarly lowered. "Bend over, both of you, and grasp your ankles," Grace ordered, now pleased that she was getting some compliance from her charges. "You two better understand that you are not too old to be spanked and punished." Grace now took her small thin cane from the sideboard on which she had laid it. She made it whistle in the air a few times, saw the two bottoms shiver in response, and lay the cane across Dianne's ample posterior. She drew the cane back and with good wrist motion snapped it on Dianne's bottom. Dianne cried out but held position. Now, Grace fired a similar stroke across Jason's narrower bottom. He too let out a small sound of pain. "Both of you," Grace now directed, "keep your legs well apart and hold your bottom cheeks open for my inspection." The governess now took two small sheets of tissue and carefully pressed them deep into the two bottom-holes. Diane cringed as she felt Grace's fingers pressing the sheet into her anal opening and Jason was surprised at how embarrassing it was for this governess person to be subjecting him to this indignity. Grace looked at the sheets; both had unmistakable brown marks on them. "You both have failed miserably. Your bottoms are filthy," Grace exclaimed. "You both will be given punishment enemas." Protests immediately emanated from both Dianne and Jason. "You are going too far, Miss," Dianne argued, while her brother snorted and asked if she intended to put them in diapers next. "It could happen, Jason," Grace smiled, "if you do not learn to wipe yourself properly in the toilet." "Do I need to bring your mother in and have her witness the administration of your enemas?" Grace asked. She elicited two nodded negatives. She led the two into the hall bathroom and had them bend over on their knees next to the tub. Then she carefully hooked up full enema bags to the shower rod and inserted the nozzle at the end of each hose into the two spread bottoms. Grace then slowly unclamped the clamp for each and allowed the water to fill each of their bowels but at a slow rate to discourage cramping. "Ow," Dianne said loudly, "I feel sick with all this fluid inside me." Jason didn't like getting an enema either at his age but he kept his silence. Finally, the bags were emptied and Grace carefully withdrew the nozzles from each anus with a loud pop and slipped a buttplug in to hold the infusion inside. "You may stand and I will soon allow you to expel," Grace said very forthrightly. "Miss," Dianne pleaded. "This hurts. May I please...please...go potty?" Her face reddened at the use of the childish word. Grace smiled as she saw that her program was already getting results in terms of Dianne's compliance, however reluctantly she did so. "Dianne," Grace said smoothly, "you may sit on the high toilet seat there now instead of your potty for this one time and soon I will remove your plug and you may expel the enema into the glass jar that is below the seat.." Dianne wrinkled her nose at the embarrassing prospect of expelling in front of them and seeing it all go into the big glass jar but hurriedly sat on the toilet seat and then pleaded, 'Do I have to do this...in front of him and you?" "I'm afraid you will, sweetie," Grace answered. "Being embarrassed is part of your punishment so you remember to wipe between your cheeks better next time." Dianne's face reddened further but she sighed happily when the governess reached behind Dianne, bade her lift her bottom, and then carefully extracted the buttplug. "You may expel now, Dianne," Grace said. Dianne cringed but sighed again deeply as she allowed her anal sphincter to open and a flood of water rushed out of her bottom with a few plops as pieces of her shit also dropped into the glass jar, releasing a putrid smell that anyone who has ever been present when an enema was expelled knows well. Grace now made her turn round on the seat. The governess then took some toilet paper and carefully wiped the 24-year-old's bottom crack, looking at the nasty shit marks on the tissue before dropping it into the toilet bowl. Jason was then permitted to expel similarly with less drama, but Grace also wiped his bottom and examined the soiled tissue. "You may both retrieve your underwear and get dressed," Grace said in concluding the discipline. "I hope you have learned from this punishment." Both did so and departed as rapidly as they were able. Grace stared at the glass jar under the seat with its disgusting contents. She congratulated herself on regaining the upper hand despite his misstep with Jason and he humiliating discipline from Samantha. And she was looking forward to a date that night with a new fellow she had met during the day at work. A Governess for Two 20-Somethings Ch. 03 This story includes mention of bodily functions, so if that offends you, do not proceed. All characters are well over 18. ***** Samantha Harris left her office late and wanted to get home in time for dinner. Life had been proceeding quite well so far as she was concerned since she had hired Grace Vincent to serve as governess for her two children who had returned to live at home. Dianne and Jason, both in their 20s, had low-paying jobs so they had been subjected by their mother to being ruled at home by the 35-year-old Grace. Both of the 20-somethings had been disciplined in rather embarrassing ways by their new governess and both now understood that they needed to follow her rules if they wished to avoid further doses of her thin cane. Samantha was in a hurry and she quickly jumped into her cute little Mazda MX5 and moved out of her parking space at the prestigious institution where she was a senior manager. But she took the turn out of the lot a bit too quickly and in so doing, knocked off her mirror assembly and also bent the side gate. She knew that she would have to report the gate matter to her office and there would be consequences, mainly a significant sum would doubtless be deducted from her pay check to repair the gate. But she was not at all happy about the mirror assembly which would be quite expensive, she was sure. Entering her home, she was clearly distraught. She first ran into Grace, who noticed that her employer was unhappy about something so asked, "Samantha, has something happened that upset you?" Samantha hesitated but then told the governess she employed what had happened. Grace smiled understandingly but then added, "You may decide that under these circumstances you might well agree that you should be subjected to the discipline imposed on your children when they misbehave." The 45-year-old divorcee blanched at the suggestion but merely nodded to Grace and then pressed on to her bedroom, where she hurriedly changed out of her business clothing and before putting on something far less formal, stopped quickly in her private bathroom to relieve herself. Sitting on the toilet as her bladder gushed out the contents that had been straining for release, Samantha realized that forgetting to pee at the office before she left was another reason why she was in such a hurry and did not drive as carefully as she should have. She began to think that she really had behaved badly and that accordingly, Grace had the right idea about disciplining her even though Samantha knew that this probably would fire up Grace's ego immensely were Samantha willing to allow her employee to put her through her paces. In a strange way, though, she felt she needed to be embarrassed as she would be in front of her children, much less Grace. She was spending longer on the toilet than usual because she soon felt the impending need to defecate as well as urinate. Finally she managed to excrete a small piece, pulled up her panties, and changed into a light blouse and skirt for dinner. As she changed, Samantha thought more about what might happen next. She realized that she was getting wet just thinking about the younger strict woman making her bare her bottom or even worse, making her bend over and then pulling down her panties. Dianne and Jason would see everything, even the hair between her pussy and bottom-hole which she found embarrassing for anyone to see. And if she took the spanking badly—probably a caning too, she horridly realized—it would be difficult for her to assert her authority over them again. Finally, dressed in more comfortable clothes, she got ready to go down for dinner. Her stomach was now queasy with the thought that she would be punished, just like it was at home when her mother told her she would be spanked later on. At the dinner table, Dianne and Jason were complaining as they usually did about the demands put on them by their low-paying jobs. They were clearly envious of their mother, who had a really highly compensated position and even Grace, who was a teacher during the day and earned enough to keep her in good shape, not counting what she made for serving as their governess after school and on weekends. Dinner proceeded as usual, and everyone but Samantha seemed to be in a better mood. The weekend was on them and both Dianne and Jason had plans. Grace too was involved with a young man. Samantha had been dating now and then since her divorce and had a few good men friends with whom she enjoyed spending time and even whole weekends. After they had started dining, Samantha nodded to Grace indicating that the governess's suggestion was acceptable. Grace smiled and was inwardly delighted at the opportunity she would now get to discipline her employer, a well-placed woman who was more than ten years her senior. "Dianne and Jason, I wanted to say in front of your mother that I've been quite pleased with your behavior this week," Grace stated. "However," she went on quickly, "your mother has told me about something she just experienced that will result in her being disciplined." With that sentence unleashing a torrent of anticipation in Dianne and Jason, and now well-justified fear on the part of Samantha, Grace turned to her employer. "Yes, Grace," Samantha said simply, "I behaved badly today." She proceeded to relate to her surprised progeny how she had been in a hurry and damaged both her car and the company's lot. Then she looked over at Grace and concluded, "I hope you will discipline me appropriately for my misbehavior, Miss." Before the shocked two children, Grace rose and with her index finger beckoned Samantha to follow her. When the august Samantha was standing in front of her, Grace ordered her curtly to lift her skirt above her waist. Samantha seemed in a fog but complied with Grace's instruction and was then directed to bend over the side table and grasp the other side of it. Samantha has a large frame, and her prominent bottom, still encased in her shiny white panties, now was the focus of all eyes in the room as she bent over the table. Grace stood behind her employer and put her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and slowly lowered them to Samantha's knees. Samantha's broad bottom disclosed to her children that she has definitely entered middle age with the tell-tale wrinkles on her cheeks. "You will keep your legs far enough apart to keep those panties from falling further," Grace intoned in her best governess voice. "Yes, Miss," Samantha replied in a small voice. When Samantha spread her legs, her children saw her most private place—the dark-brown crinkly hole ringed with short hairs. And they even could see the pouch and slit of her cunt showing through her spread legs. Now Grace bent to examine the gusset of Samantha's panties, turning it inside out so she and everyone could view the crotch. "You apparently were unable to hold your pee until you reached the toilet," Grace lectured Samantha as all could now see the large yellow stain in the gusset of the white panties. "I guess, I think I must have peed a little when I had the accident with the car," Samantha explained with a sob. "I'm sorry for soiling my undies. I hadn't noticed I had stained them." Grace took in the pleading explanation and then pointed to the panty crotch. "It looks like you also didn't wipe all that well the last time you id Number Two," she said coolly. "When did that occur?" Now Samantha blushed deeply and said, "I went to the bathroom just before dinner. I suppose I was upset and didn't bother to wipe myself the way I normally would." She now felt totally humiliated. But Grace had not ended her inquiry. "Perhaps we will need to accompany you to the toilet in the future to make sure you wipe properly," she suggested in a very condescending voice. "These panties look like they had been worn by a careless young girl, not a mother of two grown children." Now Grace pointed to the shelf near the dining table on which she had placed a small child's potty. "For the next day, Samantha, you will be using this potty to do your business," she declared. "When you need to go, you will come to me and tell me whether you need to wee-wee or plop-plop, using those words." Now Samantha began to cry, realizing that she had provided Grace with a major opportunity to lord it over her but that it was too late to stop this train. Grace sat down on an armless chair and told Samantha to leave her panties down and come get over her lap. Dianne and Jason watched in amazement as their imperious mother quietly put her bare bottom across the young governess's skirted lap. Grace now began to spank Samantha, alternating cheeks and occasionally embarrassing Samantha greatly by running her finger through the furrow between Samantha's legs and commenting on her wetness there. After Samantha's bottom had become quite red, she was ordered to go back to bending over the table with her legs apart. She duly followed the instruction. Grace retrieved her small thin cane from her handbag and laid it across Samantha's commodious bottom. The governess took her time drawing back the cane, flicking her wrist and laying down a neat stroke that drew a scream from Samantha. Five more strokes produced the stripes that now lined Samantha's bottom. Finally, she allowed Samantha to stand but directed her to hand over the soiled panties. Samantha reached down and complied with this most humiliating order. Grace once again inspected them and said, "You will go without panties for the next day as well as request permission to use the potty. I'm surprised a girl of your age isn't yet properly toilet trained." Finally, Samantha was permitted to let her skirt down and return to the table. Dinner proceeded without further interruption. That night when a bruised and exhausted Samantha finally was able to undress for bed in her own bedroom, she put on her pajamas and thought about the events that had occurred. She realized as she quietly stroked her clit and slit that she needed what Grace had provided. She had been careless and engaged in just the kind of behavior that she hated to see in her children. Then she heard a knock on the door. She stopped playing with herself and said calmly, "Come in." It was Grace, who was also in her pj's and had a worried look on her face. "Ms. Harris," Grace began, "I hope I wasn't out of line tonight. You did respond to my suggestion that I discipline you, so I tried to do that in a way that would provide what you seemed to be saying you needed." "Oh, Grace," Samantha said with a smile, "you were wonderful and I hope it made an impression on Dianne and Jason. I did need that and I may indeed need it again. But would you be nice enough to come in here with me and make me feel better after that ordeal?" Grace responded with a grin, as she had no objection to same-sex playing and she crawled under the covers and held Samantha in her arms. "I'm so sorry I had to punish you so severely, sweetie," she said calmly, "but you were naughty today and you actually told me you probably needed that kind of disciplining." "I was a naughty girl and I did need it, Grace," Samantha replied, "and thank you for correcting me so...correctly. Now hold me tight, yes just like that." Samantha sensed that Grace liked this kind of thing so she lightly began to massage Grace's breasts under her pajama top. "Oh that feels good, Ms. Harris," Grace cooed. "You may call me Samantha," Samantha answered, "and you can also touch me down there, you know, and make me feel better." Grace reached under Samantha's pj bottoms and ran her fingertips around the older woman's engorged labia before dabbing her finger on the very tip of the aroused clit. "Ooh, that's just right," Samantha managed to say, as she felt Grace's probing finger slip into her wet vagina. A Governess for Two 20-Somethings Ch. 04 This story does refer to earlier episodes in which bodily functions were featured, so if that bothers you, please proceed no further. Unlike the previous chapters, this one would benefit from your having read the earlier ones, or Ch. 3 at the least. ***** Later that evening Dianne stopped by her brother's room to reflect on the amazing occurrence at dinner. "Can we chat for a moment about tonight?" she said smiling at Jason as she walked into his room. "Sure, Sis," Jason responded, "it was pretty cool, I have to admit." "Yes," Dianne answered, "Miss High-and-Mighty Mom really looked ridiculous with her panties down and bent over the table for the cane. Those puffy and mottled cheeks—showing her age for once, too!" "I actually felt sorry for her," Jason replied, "because clearly she felt silly and you understand that this only happened because she wanted it. Gracie wouldn't dare to do all that without being allowed by Madame." "You're right, Jason," Dianne concluded, sorry she hadn't thought about that and it did temper her general dislike of their governess. "Jason, I'll put it to you, though, and you decide if you want to tell me," Dianne grinned. "I have this feeling that you've already tried to get into her pants." "Well," Jason said hesitantly, "normally I would tell you that it is none of your business, but in light of all we've seen, yes, I tried and I did." He smiled contentedly. "You have to tell me what happened," Dianne complained. "Oh, o.k.," Jason responded, lightly, "but you can't say anything to her or Mom or anyone, o.k.?" "O.k.," Dianne agreed, "now shoot." "Will we be alone?" Jason asked. "Yes," Dianne confided, "Grace went in to see Mom and then left for the weekend. Mom is already asleep, I think." "She took me to her room that first day and spanked me," Jason said. "After what you went through, I figured I'd try to cooperate but it was hard—if you get my drift." He grinned. "Afterwards, I could tell she was probably horny and she saw I was erect," Jason continued. This was definitely making Dianne wet and Jason saw her face was getting colored. "Some time you'll have to tell me about your sex life in return, Sis," Jason laughed. "I will, don't worry, such as it isn't!" Dianne managed to saw in a low tone. Jason took his sister's modesty as a distraction on her part because he found her more than attractive. Dianne clearly took care of herself and had both an engaging face and curvaceous frame. Jason himself worked out often and was well-toned. "So, guess what, the governess, all high and mighty with us in front of Mom, slips off her little lacy panties and I see her gash up her skirt," Jason related. "Omigod," Dianne exclaimed, "she really is a slut." "Well," Jason answered, "I can't say for sure but she took my friend down here around the shaft and let his top slip into her hot little hole, my dear, but no further, on pain of some severe punishment." "So my darling brother has had his way with the governess already?" Dianne queried. "Wouldn't exactly say that," Jason smiled in response, "after all, I was doing just what she said." "Stay with me for a while, will you?" Dianne asked plaintively. "Frank is away and I need to feel a man next to me tonight." "How about we spend a few hours like that?" Jason asked. "Now you don't want to do the nasty together, Sis—or do you? It's a major step for us, even though we haven't exactly been enemies." "Take off your shirt and trousers and I'll get down to bra and pants," Dianne said, as she began to unbutton her blouse and skirt. "Nice undies, Sis," Jason said, as Dianne disclosed her matching pale blue lingerie set. "You look quite fine, too," Dianne said as he stood now in his tee and boxers. At her invitation, Jason slipped into her wide bed next to his older sister. They immediately fell into each other's arms, the 6-3 brother and 5-7 sister finding that they fit together quite nicely. Dianne was getting even wetter as her well-toned brother held her just tightly enough so her breasts were pressed against his strong chest. She moved her hands so she could slide his boxers down and feel his engorged member right up against her panties. Jason was extra stimulated by feeling his sister remove his underpants. He responded by carefully placing his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipping those right down her smooth legs. Now his tool was nestled in her bush and he felt the warmth emanating from her seeping sex. "Jason, after what we've been enduring here, I need this badly," Dianne said in a small voice. "I do enjoy being with Frank but time will tell if this becomes a long-term relationship." "Sis, I'm with you," Jason responded, choosing his words with care. "I've always felt good about being your brother and this will relieve some, shall we say, tension that this governess thing has given me." "Maybe we can even get our own place soon," Dianne suggested. "That would certainly solve the immediate issue of that woman being in charge of us mostly to humiliate us." She felt her brother's experienced fingers softly move down from her tender nipples to her belly and then into her bush. She hankered to feel those digits in her steaming sex and now she did. She began to buck right on the fingers inside her opening. Then she whispered, "Put it in...now...I'm really ready." Jason assumed she was on the pill and decided it was still better to ask and she squeezed his chest as she nodded and murmured in the affirmative. Dianne rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide enough for her brother to clamber on her, supporting himself on his arms and gently insinuate his eight-incher smoothly into her warm, tight love canal. He caressed her now-pointy nipples and kissed her on the mouth and the nipples. Loving the feeling of being filled by her brother's sizeable penis, Dianne enjoyed the motions as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy. They both were rapidly approaching the high point of ecstasy in their coitus. Soon she was further stimulated as Jason's hands crept beneath her bottom to explore the anal ring and then to propel a finger into her back passage. Dianne returned the stimulation by forcing herself to slip a finger into his hairy crack and press it far enough to reach his prostate. Now both were on the edge of orgasm and a few more moments of anal stimulating did the trick as Jason exploded into Dianne's vagina and she felt her inner core go into rapture and grasp his moving member tightly as if her cunt had a mind of its own. It was a wonderful moment for both of them and it lasted longer than their normal sexual events because they both sensed this was something very special. First, they needed it after being so humiliated in their own home by a stranger hired by their mother. Second, they had been excited beyond their imagination by seeing the governess actually take their mother over her lap for a spanking and then a caning. Third, it gradually dawned on both that they had crossed a boundary in engaging in brother-sister sex for the first time. "Were you as embarrassed as I was" Dianne asked in post-coital cuddling conversation, "when she made us expel the enemas in front of her?" "I tried to depersonalize it," Jason answered slowly. "I decided she was a bit of a sickie so if she was going to embarrass us with such obvious perverted behavior, I could just do it and let her enjoy seeing that shitty mess come out of me." Dianne grinned. "I was atrociously shamed by it," she said. "I guess I'm still sort of girly about anyone even seeing me take a dump much less expel an enema." She thought to herself that maybe it was better that Grace had observed her expelling the enema rather than see Dianne produce a long smelly bowel movement. "Now tell me what I'm curious about, bro," Dianne continued her questioning. "What was it like seeing the governess in flagrante and being inside her?" "First of all, Sis," Jason replied with a wide smile, "I won't claim to have fucked her. She is somewhat weird in that she just wanted the head of my cock inside her hole. It can't be because she doesn't want to get knocked up, because you know that that could happen with my friend down here even touching her vaginal opening. "So she just put her hand around my cock below the head and slipped that inside her gash," Jason went on. "No thrusting, no what we would call fucking, Sis. Oh, she has a sweet little landing strip, same color as her hair on her head, down in front. And although you didn't ask, I didn't get near her little asshole." "Thanks for the briefing, darling," Dianne gushed. "You really are a sweetie and I'm so sorry if I've been mean to you now or earlier." "Sis, you are one wonderful woman and a hell of a lay too, if I may be asked by anyone, which I won't be," he chuckled. "You know Mom is out cold way way down the hall," he added, "so would you like to get up on all fours and we could go for it again, either rear entry or if you like, anal, Sis." Dianne now grinned her assent and clambered around to get up on her knees and elbows, pointing her prominent bottom out as a target. "You can gently do me back there," she again whispered, "I'm not ...exactly a virgin there either at this advanced age." "Since you had that enema," Jason mumbled, "I'm going to go without Mr. Condom this time and I hope it means as much to you as to me." Smiling to himself that this day was ending a whole lot better than he had had any right to expect, Jason smoothly lubed his cock, inserted some lube into Dianne's rear opening with his finger, and then gently introduced his member ever so slowly into her anus. Dianne squirmed, more from the strangeness of something going into that hole that was meant for excretion than from any real pain. As Jason began to move in and out of her, she began to warm to this particular sexual congress. It was another orgasm for Dianne as her charming brother pumped his cock in and out of her delightfully clean back passage. Jason too felt the stirrings as his ability to shoot again rose to the point where after a good second round he could let his jets refire. They rolled on their backs and lay contentedly in the commodious bed, unafraid of any consequences should their mother awaken and appear. So it was no surprise when Samantha did saunter into the bedroom where her two 20-something children lay in bed alongside one another. She smiled as they waited to see if they were to be castigated yet again. "I'm glad to see that you two are on such good terms," she slyly observed to diminish the obvious tension in the room. "Well, MaMa," Jason began, "we're trying to relax after our hired hand apparently took you in hand as well as us." Samantha then surprised them both by grinning and allowing that she was beginning to feel that subjecting them to the governess was not something she intended to continue. Both their faces brightened at this news as Dianne asked, "You mean when you took it on your heinie, Ma, that was when you realized that enough was enough?" "Actually, sweetie," Samantha responded, "I found that letting her discipline me in such a humiliating way took the sting out of my own problems earlier today. But I'm starting to think that you two are far more mature than I may have felt earlier, so we don't really need her any more so I will give her her notice when she returns." Then, much to their surprise she smiled broadly and asked if she might join them. Then Samantha had a second thought. "You know, my dears," she grinned, "my bed is a lot larger than this one. Throw a towel around yourselves and join me," she said rather grandly as she pranced out the door. Soon, two amazed 20-somethings joined their mother in her large bed. Samantha had stripped to her bra and panties and was lying atop the covers. Jason decided to make the first move and he gently lay beside his mother and reached for her bra hooks. Samantha smiled and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra herself, releasing her pleasantly-sized 34Bs. Jason responded by taking each nipple in turn into his mouth and flicking his tongue on them until they grew hard and pointy. Dianne had climbed into bed on the other side of Samantha and she put her fingers in the waistbands of Samantha's smooth black hicut panties and slipped those down her mother's glistening legs and off. Now the daughter insinuated those fingers between her mother's legs and softly caressed Samantha's outer lips and let the fingertips graze the very tip of her clit. Soon, Samantha's gratification was upon her. Jason had stimulated her orbs in front and Dianne was ministering to her pussy with her talented fingers. Finally Samantha lay back, spread her legs, and beckoned Jason with her finger to clamber atop her. It took no coaxing for her well-built son to assume the missionary position and slowly slide his cock—all of it this time—into his mother's seeping, needy cunt. Dianne satisfied herself by playing with Jason's anal opening until he called her off for fear of it causing him to come inside Samantha before either he or she were ready. Jason tried to placate both of them by reaching over to stimulate his sister's still sopping pussy, and she gratefully cooperated by moving closer so he could keep at that while attending to fucking his mother. It didn't take long for the horny Samantha to be close to a round of orgasming—she exploded while Jason pumped her with his strong prong until she gave out with total sexual exhaustion. Dianne realized she could revive her brother's libido by now taking his wilting cock into her mouth and licking off the combined juices from Samantha's vagina and her brother's cum. "Mom," Dianne gleamed, "have you ever had it up your ass?" Samantha frowned as if this were something totally unknown to her, which it sort of wasn't. With that, Dianne licked her brother's organ until it again regained firmness and positioned herself on all fours so that Jason could aim his tool right at her back chute. He did feel some resistance as his cock pressed into the small tight opening but gradually as he eased himself in, he again succeeded in getting his whole organ inside this hole. It took longer for him to cum inside his sister's ass but inevitably his youthful energy restored his capability and she felt the lovely spurts inside her poop chute. As they came down from this last trip to ecstasy, Dianne looked at Samantha and Jason, only to smile happily as she slowly observed, "Now we finally are one happy family again. Let's always remember that perhaps we needed something like what Mom did to bring us back together—in every way—like this."