6 comments/ 22109 views/ 11 favorites Karen Babysits for a Man Her Age By: cynthiablaine7 Karen was surprised when her neighbor, Mrs. Kendall, saw her on her way home as she was walking up to the front door. She had known Mrs. Kendall slightly but enough to know that her very attractive neighbor was apparently divorced and also was a high-powered executive with a major consulting firm. Karen was in her mid-20s and still a junior staffer at the business magazine where she had worked as an ad executive for about three years. As time went on, she had more and more respect for her neighbor, who had clearly succeeded in the highly competitive business world. Mrs. Kendall was always well-dressed and perfectly groomed. Karen was forced to admit that she had somehow become a true role model and yet she knew little about her. Mrs. Kendall called to her in a low but definite tone to come over for a moment. When the surprised Karen complied with the request, without even thinking, Mrs. Kendall invited her to step in for a moment. Karen never thought of asking what the invitation was about. "You seem like a smart young woman on her way to success," Mrs. Kendall began. "I know you are quite busy with your work, but I'd like to ask you a favor." Karen smiled and responded that she'd be happy to hear what Mrs. Kendall had in mind. "First, my dear," her neighbor began, "please call me Claire. You seem to have enough experience of the world not to be too taken aback at what I will discuss with you." "You may have seen my nephew Jamie who has come to stay with me while he gets a job and puts his life together," she went on. "Jamie is here in my house much of the time and I thought you might stop in when you get home from work and see that he is doing what I have assigned him to do," she said. "He is supposed to be making contacts to find work and also to clean and do some chores for me. I have a list and a little notebook in which I keep track of him. I'd like you to have these and to supervise him." Karen was surprised but thought this might be worthwhile, both in terms of what Mrs. Kendall could do for her if she helped her out now and the possibility that she, Karen, might get a chance to take charge of this young man. "How old is your nephew?" she asked. "Oh, mid 20s," Claire answered. "You'll have an easy time taking charge of him," she added, as if she had read the younger woman's mind. "I'll tell you that I have already had to discipline him for laziness and other things and I will welcome your doing the same if he doesn't do what he is told." "Really?" Karen responded, showing some surprise although she was trying to repress her excitement at what seemed like her neighbor's ability to read her mind. "Yes," Claire added, "so if you think he is shirking or misbehaving, you can take his pants down and give him a good spanking as if he were younger." "Might I ask for what he has been spanked?" Karen ventured, as if she were just realizing what was involved. "Well," Claire said, "he sometimes leaves the bathroom in a mess, forgets to flush the toilet, and I'm sorry to say I've caught him looking up my skirt." "Oh, how naughty!" Karen exclaimed. "I forget how boys can be, although by the time they get to be his age, I would've thought he'd learned to behave like an adult." "I find I need to spank him regularly," Claire confirmed. "And you are welcome to use other methods if you feel they would be more effective. My friends have suggested, for example, that I make him wear panties and check them regularly for cleanliness, or give him disciplinary enemas." Karen was hearing all her most repressed fantasies coming to life as Claire described what clearly was part of her personality. "I think I can help you with this," Karen said confidently. "When do you want me to start?" "No time like the present," the always-decisive Claire responded. "Come inside with me now and I'll introduce him to you." They walked into the house and Karen marveled at how tastefully Claire had decorated the home. The furniture was contemporary and Karen could tell that it was expensive even though the rooms looked a bit stark in that ultra-modern manner. The blonde young woman now was staring at a fairly good-looking young man seated on a recliner, with a television on in front of him. "Jamie," Mrs. Kendall said firmly, "turn that off and meet my neighbor." The young man stood up, smiled, did what he was told, and walked over to the two women who were standing at the other side of the room. "Karen, or rather Miss Cranford," Claire said, "this is my nephew Jamie. Jamie, Miss Cranford, as you will call her, will be in charge here when she returns from her office each day and she will be supervising you until I get back. I will remind you that she will check to see that you have done you chores and persevered in seeking a decent job. I have also told her she has my total authority to discipline you if she finds you shirking in any way or showing her any disrespect." Jamie's handsome face reddened. "I'm sure she'll not find any problem here," he said softly. "Well, I'm not so sure of that," his aunt answered sharply. "It's high time you found work and I don't want you causing Miss Cranford any bother." Then she reached into a cabinet and brought out a small cane and a Scottish two-fingered tawse. As Jamie blanched in shame, his aunt went on, "If he acts up or does anything to displease you, Karen, don't hesitate to use either of these. He already has felt them both on his bare bottom." "Jamie," she asked, "to whom did you speak today about work?" "Well, Aunt Carolyn, I got caught up in going through the announcements so I didn't make any calls," he admitted sheepishly. "You see what I mean, Karen?" Claire inquired with a note of dismay. "I do indeed," Karen replied firmly. "It seems you have a difficult situation here." "Normally, I would discipline him for this," Claire stated. "But if you're willing I'd like you to take him across your lap for a good bottom-warming." Karen was surprised but thrilled and felt herself getting wet in her panties at the prospect of baring and disciplining this young man who was just a tad younger than she was. "James," she pronounced, using his full name, "I'm going to sit on this chair and you will drop your pants and your undershorts and get across my lap." Jamie was taken aback at how quickly he would be shamed by his aunt and this lovely young lady he would wish to date. But he complied and Karen saw his hairy crotch revealed along with a flaccid but clearly large penis. Karen sat down on the armless chair, adjusted her skirt so it was straight and disclosed nothing to what she saw were Jamie's roving eyes, and beckoned him across her grey-skirted lap with her index finger. She had him right in position with his bare bottom cheeks staring up at her and his head down almost to the carpet. Then Claire handed her the two-fingered tawse. She put it down on the end table next to her and began spanking the young man efficiently with an increasing tempo and intensity. Watching as his cheeks began to redden and he began to whimper, she then picked up the tawse and started to apply it to the cheeks, occasionally letting the tails just barely slip between his anal crack. When Jamie felt the tawse slip between his legs and snap lightly over his scrotum, he let out a slightly repressed cry. Karen didn't want to injure him so she now concentrated on his attractive slim bottom. Soon it had turned a nice shade of red. She let him get up and pull up his shorts and trousers. Claire smiled and said, "Karen, I think I've found just the right person to supervise Jamie. Jamie, now thank Miss Cranford for disciplining you." Jamie realized he had better show his compliance so he smiled and looked right at Karen. "Thank you, Miss Cranford, for disciplining me. I'll try not to make you go to the trouble again." "That's fine, Jamie," Karen replied. "I only will need to punish you if you misbehave again." Claire was smiling from ear to ear. "I'm going out now," she announced. "Karen, I hope you can stay for a while and get acquainted with my nephew now that you've disciplined him so well." Karen smiled back and assured her that it was no trouble at all. Claire had told her how much she would be paid and that too was an inducement. But even more was the chance to show the obviously successful businesswoman how competent she could be. Claire visited the bathroom to adjust her makeup and to empty her bladder. Karen was surprised that she could hear everything in the little powder room. She wondered why Claire had no blower but didn't think more about it. When Claire had gone, Jamie put on his charm and told her he was sorry she had had to meet him under the circumstances. She merely said she hoped she would be of help to him. He chuckled and asked, "Did my aunt warn you about my looking up your skirt?" Karen's face reddened and she told him she thought he was being inappropriate. Jamie decided to chance it and said his aunt didn't like him doing that. "Well, no woman does," Karen said, a bit snappishly. "You don't have to get your panties in a snit about it," Jamie rejoined. "You're being inappropriate, young man," Karen answered, picking up some courage. "I don't want to have to spank you again so soon but I will if you don't stop that." Jamie laughed and said, "You know I saw your panties when I was across your lap, Miss Karen." "That's quite enough of that, young man," Karen said firmly. "Stand up and take down your trousers and undershorts. This time you're going to see what getting spanked is really like." "Hey, I was just kidding," Jamie tried to defuse the situation. "Really, are you that sensitive?" "I'm not here for you to joke about," Karen crisply declared. "If you don't do what I said right now, your spanking will be doubled." Now, Jamie was frightened. This young woman was as tough as his aunt, maybe more so. He did what she said and crawled once again over her lap with his reddened bottom staring up at her. "I see that I'm going to be seeing a lot of this naughty bottom," Karen pronounced. She proceeded to remove his pants and shorts entirely and place them next to the chair. "Hey, what's that about?" Jamie asked whiningly from his vulnerable posture across her lap. "You'll see...after your spanking," Karen said sharply. Then she began spanking again, reaching after a few minutes into her handbag where she found her small wooden hairbrush and began to apply it to Jamie's backside. "That's hurts!" he exclaimed. "Yes, it's supposed to," she answered and kept striking him with the brush. She then decided to up the ante and play on his clear fascination with her. She told him to stand and face the wall. She told him he was going to spend some time in the corner and now he was afraid of her so he went right to the corner and put his nose into it. Karen then reached under her suit skirt and slipped off her blue hicut panties. After Jamie had spent ten minutes in the corner, she called him over and told him he would be wearing her panties. "Since you were so interested in them," she said, handing the small blue garment to him, "put them on, right now!" Jamie hurriedly stepped into the panties and ashamedly tugged them up and barely managed to make his hard-on fit inside them. They felt warm and he realized Karen had been wearing them all day. Maybe he would be able to keep them if he behaved. Karen Babysits for a Man Her Age Ch. 02 This is the second of a series about a young woman's taking charge of a young man who is her own age. Both are in their 20s and no one is under 18. Those not pleased to read about bodily functions are advised to read no further. ***** Karen found that heading to Claire Kendall's house on the way home from work became an easy addition to her daily routine. She would arrive at about 5:30 P.M. and would expect that Claire's nephew Jamie would be ready to report to her on his day's activity. Jamie had been ordered by his aunt, who was housing him free of charge while he searched for an appropriate job, to initiate contacts toward that end. He also was expected to perform regular household chores as the price for his board. Karen also had been told that Jamie was expected to observe what Karen regarded as standard behavioral rules, such as keeping the bathroom clean and in that regard, to avoid the usual male offenses such as leaving the toilet seat up or otherwise doing things that disclosed a lack of respect for his aunt, Karen, and other women. Karen had spanked Jamie with the tawse and later with her wooden hairbrush for, firstly and at Claire's direction, not pursuing job leads, and then for admitting that he had been gazing up Karen's skirt. Finally, she had removed her blue hicut panties and ordered him to wear them. It became evident to her that Jamie enjoyed being made to wear her panties, which of course were still warm from her wearing them all day. Karen arrived at the Kendall home after a long work day and was hoping that things would go smoothly. She realized that disciplining this handsome young man was definitely a turn-on for her—in fact, her panties were already wet as she thought about having him over her lap again—but she also wanted to impress Claire Kendall that her nephew was complying with the directions Claire had set for him and which Karen was supposed to be enforcing. She let herself in and found Jamie sitting on the couch watching the television. He did switch it off and stood as she entered the room. "Hello, Jamie," she said coolly. "How was your day?" Jamie smiled and said that he hoped they might become friends despite the way they had met. "That will likely depend on how well you comply with your aunt's directions," Karen responded with some firmness in her voice. "So tell me what you have done today to find yourself some work?" "I did make several calls, Miss Karen, and I have written them down here for you to review," Jamie answered, making Karen feel that perhaps she was succeeding with him. She glanced at the sheet proffered to her and it looked appropriately complete. "Did you obtain any favorable responses?" she asked. "One—the second on the list—invited me to lunch to discuss possibilities," he said brightly. "Well, that's a good sign," she replied, allowing herself to smile by way of encouraging him. "But you will need to research this person's firm and know everything you can about his business when you meet him for lunch." Jamie nodded his assent and then volunteered, "Miss Karen, I took the liberty of washing out your panties and would like to give them back to you." He then handed her a small clear zip-bag with Karen's blue hicuts carefully folded inside it. "Why thank you, Jamie," Karen said with some feeling. "That was very thoughtful of you considering I was punishing you for peeking up my skirt." "I'm sorry about that, Miss Karen, it shan't happen again," he said with a tone of shame in his voice. "Jamie, you can tell me whether you liked having to wear my panties," Karen inquired. "For how long did you keep them on after I had you put them on?" "Miss Karen, I did wear them to sleep that night, and hope that was all right," he said sheepishly. "Yes," she said, "but did you use them...to jerk off?" His face reddened and he figured he better tell the truth. "I did, Miss Karen," he answered, "and I hope you are not angry at me for that. You are so pretty." Now the blonde Karen's face grew crimson at the compliment and she said, rather sternly, "I'm here at your aunt's request to supervise your behavior, Jamie, so you had better not try to get me to let up on you by complimenting me. But I do thank you for being truthful and for the compliment." She decided she had better proceed with her duties. "Jamie, please lower your trousers and shorts so I may inspect them," she said rather formally. Jamie was still surprised that this young woman was in control but he did what she asked and she now peered into the crotch of his briefs. "These show that you do not wipe properly," she said, being annoyed at the obvious skidmarks across the rear of the crotch and also some pee stains in front. "In future, you will wipe properly," she stated. Jamie now showed his embarrassment on his face. "Jamie," she went on, "your aunt wants you to behave like a grown-up. Only little boys have poop stains in their pants. Do you need to use the toilet now?" He ashamedly nodded yes. "Then we will go there and I will watch you relieve yourself and then you will wipe as I observe you," she said. Jamie was now horridly embarrassed but he led the way to the bathroom and his pants and briefs already down, he sat on the toilet. "I will tell you when you may begin to pee," Karen said with an unaccustomed firmness in her tone. She thought to herself how exciting it was to tell some other person when they could relieve themselves. "Do you need to go badly?" Jamie nodded yes again. "Do you also need to have a bowel movement?" she asked. He almost lost his cool exterior but again nodded yes. Karen now took command for real. "You may start to pee. I want you to pee and finish peeing before you have your movement," she said. "After you finish peeing you will turn round on the toilet seat so I may observe your defecation." She figured that keeping the terminology technical would help get both of them through this without his exploding in anger or crying in shame. Jamie now started to pee, unaccustomed to doing so in the sitting position. He thus held his penis down to avoid splashing outside the bowl. Having to pee sitting down—like a girl—took him back to when his mother had made him do that when he was young. Soon his stream ended and he followed the humiliating instruction to turn round on the seat. Actually, he realized it was preferable not to have to face this attractive young woman when he was about to do his business in front of her watchful eye. Soon he let out some bowel noises and then a long thick dark turd emerged from his anus and dropped into the toilet. Karen found she was fascinated by its length and the amount of residue left on his anal opening after it broke off and fell into the bowl. "If you are finished, Jamie," she said, "you may take some toilet paper and wipe yourself now. Please show me the paper each time so I may see if you are doing it the way you should." Jamie was about to protest at this humiliation but realized if he persevered, he might be spared this scrutiny in the future. He wiped himself and each time—he needed to do it three times before the paper emerged clean—he showed it to Karen. "Very well," she said, "it looks clean now so you may flush and then pull up your briefs and your trousers." He did just that and washed his hands carefully before following her back to the front room. Now they sat and chatted and Jamie began to feel more comfortable with Karen serving as his monitor. Soon Claire arrived and did not seem to be in a good mood. "It's been a frustrating day, I'm sorry to say," she said coolly to Karen. "Has he been doing what he's supposed to?" she asked. "Yes, Claire," Karen responded. "I will let him tell you but I feel he has and I also supervised him in the bathroom because I'm sorry to say that his briefs were stained." Speaking to her as if her nephew were not present, Claire just said, "He really is a ridiculous little boy at heart." But then she smiled at Karen and thanked her for what she had already accomplished. "You may want to stay to see some of my training," she added, with a note of disclosing a secret as Jamie blushed yet again. He knew well enough, however, not to question his aunt. With that, Claire walked toward her large personal bathroom and Jamie followed her there, as Karen tagged along, only entering the bathroom when Claire told her to follow them in and to sit on a small seat across from the toilet. Claire rucked up her skirt and yanked down her panties, sat on the toilet, and let her pee fly. It hit the water in the bowl with a loud splashing sound and Karen was amazed at her openness. She had not thought about the prospect of her ever peeing in front of anyone else. Not only did Claire pee, but when her long stream—it was clear she had held it on for quite a while—wound down, she made the unmistakable sounds of starting to have her bowel movement. Karen found she was staring at Claire's nicely-trimmed bush and her visible labia—light-colored as her blonde pubes. Now this attractive businesswoman was shitting in front of her! Karen heard the poo slide into the bowl. Finally, Claire had finished and with her index finger, she summoned Jamie to get down and first lick her clean and dry in front. She then turned round and her nephew was staring at her slightly messy anal area, bent down, and started to lick her clean back there. Karen was amazed at his performing this service so readily but she now realized that Jamie not only was submissive to his aunt—which had been quite clear to her from the start—but that he relished these shows of subservience. As if it were the most normal thing in the world, Claire sighed with relaxation as she now pulled up her very pretty white lacy panties and then let her well-tailored grey-flannel suit skirt fall. She grinned at Karen as if she was sharing this intimate activity with her as "one of the girls" and then surprised the younger woman by announcing, "Jamie knows that he will be required to perform this service for any of my female friends, so when you are here, please do not hesitate to have him clean you orally down there after you have used the toilet. By the way," she went on as her nephew grimaced, "if you feel he has been naughty, you may use his mouth as your toilet, my dear. Jamie, I hope you will behave so Miss Cranford needn't do that but you must understand that she may feel the need for her own reasons, irrespective of your behavior." "Jamie needs to hear this," Claire continued. "I would prefer you confine your using him in that way if he has been naughty or not followed orders, but if you feel like doing it just because you feel like it, that is fine and he knows not to question a lady's decision. Jamie, you have done this for my friends, haven't you? Please tell Miss Cranford." Summoning up his cool, Jamie merely smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Claire, I have done this for your friends when they asked me." Karen was still reeling mentally from seeing this assured businesswoman so coolly pull down her panties and piss and shit in front of her nephew and Karen, but now she was still digesting the fact that the young man had served as a toilet for Claire's friends. "Thank you, Claire, for extending this privilege to me," she answered with care. "I will certainly take what you said into my consciousness." Claire grinned as they returned to the front room. She turned to Jamie. "So what happened on the other two calls?" she asked very sharply. Jamie was taken aback for a moment and then confessed, "I wasn't able to speak to those two. They were not available." "Did you leave your number?" Claire asked. "I figured I better not," he answered haltingly. "Well, you better do that in future," Claire snapped. "Karen, do you see why you need to question him thoroughly. Jamie, stand up and drop your pants." Claire then ordered him to bend over the end of the couch and she reached into her handbag and drew out a small rod that looked very stiff but was thin. She pulled down his briefs to below his knees and lay the rod across his bottom, which Karen noticed had some faint cane marks across it. Claire than started to snap the rod quite ferociously across Jamie's bottom. He cried out as the strokes began to land with increasingly power and pleaded with her to let him off by promising to do what he knew she expected. His aunt, however, did not stop what was tantamount to a caning but with the small rod. After making him cry out after a number of these strokes, Claire returned the rod to her handbag. It was now about 7:30 P.M. "You've been naughty today, Jamie," she said sternly, "so you will get an early bedtime. Go get ready for bed and get into your jammies so I can show Miss Cranford your bedtime routine." Once again, the handsome 25-year-old did not protest and went off to change into his pajamas. When he returned, Claire had him kiss her hand and say a very formal good night while thanking Karen for babysitting him. After he had departed, Claire smiled at Karen and told her she was doing just fine. "I feel I can learn so much from you," Karen exclaimed in a quiet voice. "You have such a commanding way, especially, of course, in dealing with him." Claire kept smiling and told Karen she had to confront far more challenging men in her work every day. "Have you ever felt, Karen, that you needed a touch of discipline to keep you focused?" Claire then asked her in a warm, friendly tone. Karen was startled but forced herself to tell this amazing woman—who had flaming red hair, no less—the truth as to her innermost thoughts. "Yes, Claire," Karen admitted, "sometimes like now when I see how you so naturally exert your authority with both your nephew and me, admittedly in quite different ways, I see how I have a lot to learn and am perhaps in need of some encouragement from you, yes, through some deserved disciplining." Claire beckoned her to stand before her and she softly lifted Karen's stylish skirt above her waist, exposing the younger woman's bright red thong. "I do admire you younger women who can wear those," Claire confided. "I find them highly uncomfortable, cutting into my butt and yes, arousing me in front at times when I don't need that kind of stimulation." She reached out and gently lowered Karen's thong to below the blonde's knees and led her across her maternal lap. Now Claire started to pat the pretty bottom cheeks facing her from her lap and then began to apply her palms more briskly and firmly until she felt Karen try to pull her bottom away. She increased both the speed and intensity of the spanks until Karen's bottom was now looking quite rosy. "I think we will stop there today, sweetie," Claire said warmly. "This kind of thing always excites me. Would you mind kissing me down there to relieve some of my excitement?" Without waiting for Karen's answer, she released her grip on the young blonde and bade her kneel between the seated Claire's legs. Then Claire started to rise from the chair and slipped her own panties—Karen recognized them as a competitive brand to Spanx and realized that Claire, somewhat older than Karen, had to deal with a fuller figure despite her superb grooming—down and off. Karen did not wait to bend toward Claire's well-trimmed bush and apply her tongue to the already sopping cunt Claire had a lovely sweet taste with a generous degree of muskiness that Karen found totally intoxicating. Fortunately for the now-fatigued Karen, Claire was aroused speedily by Karen's ministrations and soon exploded in a roaring orgasm. She managed to motion to Karen that it was fine for her to stop and stand up. Then she let her skirt fall without putting the Spanx-like control panties back on. She escorted Karen to the door and gave her a soft kiss on her lips and thanked her for being such a fine friend. Karen went home, feeling the need for a quick cum herself, but savoring both the delightful taste of Claire's cunt and hoping that this quite eventful visit would prove beneficial to her in more than one way. Karen Babysits for a Man Her Age Ch. 03 This is another episode in Karen's developing relationship with her neighbor who has asked her to supervise her nephew, who is Karen's age. This chapter features lesbian relations and if you are offended by bodily functions, read no further. ***** Karen had been supervising Jamie Benson for about a week and one half when Claire Kendall, his aunt, invited her over for tea one Saturday afternoon. Jamie was out for the afternoon and Claire wanted to discuss his lack of progress in securing a position. "He seems to get plenty of interviews and even lunches," Claire said, "but nothing ever comes of it. It's almost like he's trying not to have to work." "I think that's it," Karen responded, tossing her blonde hair, "he seems to enjoy being controlled by you and me, Claire. I suppose if we punished him some more it might impel him to get a job to get away from us, but I think he likes it. And he did seem quite taken with my panties, that time I made him wear them. That may have been a mistake and just encouraged his fetish." Claire laughed. "Men," she chuckled, "can't live with or without them." Karen was startled by Claire's remark. Her own recent experience with men had been far from satisfactory. They were attracted by her lovely figure and blonde hair but mostly they just wanted to get into her pants. It was enough to make a girl turn to her own kind, she thought. Claire picked up on Karen's uncertainty. She walked over and sat herself down right next to Karen on the couch and put her arm around the younger woman's shoulders. "You've had a tough time finding the right guy, haven't you?" she suggested in a warm tone of her voice. Karen was surprised both by Claire's moving so close to her and by her comment, but her emotion at someone even showing any kind of sympathy for her, got to her and she barely kept from showing some tears. "Now, now," Claire said sweetly, "I didn't mean to upset you, sweetie. If I told you about all the guys I've had to fend off because they really had no lasting interest in me, well..." "You?" Karen asked incredulously. "But you're such an accomplished person, so sure of yourself." "Don't let appearances impress you too much," Claire responded. "I do think I'm pretty well-preserved and I don't lack for men who want to get close to me, but the number who might be keepers...?" Claire now began massaging Karen's shoulders and slipped her hand under Karen's thin top and applied her warm hands to Karen's spine and then around under the cups of her equally thin bra. Karen was still a bit surprised but liked the feel of Claire's hands on her torso. She slowly slipped her top up over her head and off and then reached back and unhooked her small bra, releasing her well-rounded 34Bs. "Why, Karen," Claire said simply, "you're just lovely." And she moved her massaging hands right onto Karen's mounds and felt the nipples tighten and harden beneath her touch. Karen loved Claire's fondling her breasts and felt herself get warm and wet down below. She reached over to slip her hands under Claire's pale purple blouse and found a soft frame as she touched the older woman. Claire reached back and unhooked her own more formidable bra and extracted it from under the blouse. Now, Karen could feel Claire's softer and less firm tits but enjoyed being able to extract the small moans of pleasure that her new friend exuded. Claire decided to take things to the next level. "Karen, I hope you'll agree that we might move to my bedroom," she said without any emotion or effort to convince. Karen realized she was crossing a boundary because her previous involvements with other women had not passed the general bounds of friendship. "I'd love to," she softly whispered to Claire as Claire held her hand and they rose together from the comfortable couch. When they reached the bedroom, which Karen had only regarded previously from the door, Claire took Karen in her arms and hugged her as she continued to massage Karen's spine and breasts. Karen proceeded to unzip her short skirt and take it from her legs and place it on a conveniently placed chair. Now she stood before Claire, who admired her with her eyes. "You truly are lovely, Karen," she said plainly and with a note of real affection, "don't ever think you're not." Claire then unhooked and unzipped her own skirt, slipping it off to disclose her Spanx-type panties and a soft-beige garter belt with sheer hose, which she proceeded to unclip and roll down while she tugged her control pants down and off as well. "I admire your skill at getting out of that body armor," Karen giggled, "and please, that is not meant to be critical." "You'll find you need all the help you can get when you're at my stage of life," Claire chuckled, maintaining the lightness of their vocal interplay. Now Claire was bare and her pubes, while definitely present, were lighter than Karen's blonde bush which was now visible to Claire when Karen slipped her thong down and off. Claire did not hesitate to take the younger woman in her arms for a warm hug and she ran her hands then down Karen's sides and cupped them below her bottom cheeks as she helped her up onto the commodious bed. Now the two began to explore each other, fondling their breasts and both then lightly tracing their fingers down their fronts over their flat stomachs and then through their hair-covered mons to graze over both already-risen little clits. Claire probed right into Karen's thin-lipped vulva with two fingers and enjoyed the wetness her fingers encountered within Karen's love tunnel. Karen daringly ran her finger over Claire's large protruding labia right down through her legs and the hair there to dab at Claire's puckered little anal rosette. Claire was delighted at the brazenness of her friend's touching as she adored any contact with her anal area. "Oh yes," she exclaimed softly to Karen, "let your finger go in there, oh, please..." "Aren't you the naughty one?" Karen grinned to the highly-aroused Claire. "So you like playing back there?" she added as Claire nodded powerfully. Karen then pushed her finger softly but firmly into Claire's anus and penetrated that opening right up to her knuckle. She smiled as she felt that Claire's rectum was not empty. "Ooh," she chuckled as she withdrew the finger and looked at it to see the brown smudge on her nail, "I think some big girl is going to need to go potty soon, won't she?" Being treated as a younger person appealed to the soft side of the highly assertive Claire, who giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I will, yes, if you decide to let me, mommy." This deference from such a Type A professional businesswoman impressed Karen and she said, "Well, if you keep being good, I think we can let you go and make your doody soon. Have you been a good girl?" "I've been naughty, mommy," Claire gurgled as she was able for the first time in ages to enjoy playing the submissive role. "I've let the boys put their fingers into my hooha and I got to like it." "Oh, dear," Karen continued in the spirit of their play, "you have been naughty. I'm afraid you will have to be spanked, sweetie." "On my bare botty?" Claire asked in a question that was more of a request. "Yes," Karen answered firmly, "so you had better get across mommy's lap now so she can give that naughty bottom a good warming." Claire complied and crawled across Karen's lap as Karen sat on the edge of the bed. Karen was amazed that she had this powerful woman's bottom staring up at her, hair protruding from between her legs. Karen began to spank the pale cheeks alternately and then increased the strength of her spanking strokes. Soon Claire's bottom was rosy, then red, and she began to writhe in the throes of what Karen assumed was an oncoming orgasm. She soon began to buck and then exhale loudly as her vagina dripped more and more of her juices onto Karen's lap. Karen calmed her spanking hand and began to caress the bottom she had been punishing. When Claire finished enjoying her cum, Karen again probed the dark puckered anal opening with her index finger and again felt the imminent need Claire was having to sit on the toilet soon. She suggested that she would take her charge to the adjoining master bathroom and Claire nodded her agreement. "Now sit on the potty, sweetie," Karen gushed in her most matronly tone of voice, "and tell mommy when you are making your doody." Claire was excited yet again by hearing Karen use such a childish word and responded with what must have been a memory of her own childhood, "Will mommy want to see what Claire did before she flushes?" Karen grinned and said that Claire knew that she always must let mommy observe what Claire did in the potty before it was flushed away. Claire now produced some quite adult-sounding bowel noises and Karen then heard a large movement slide out and noisily plop into the bowl. Realizing Claire had finished her excreting, Karen told her to turn around so "mommy can wipe your botty back there." Claire complied and in response to Karen's motioning her, held her bottom cheeks widely open so Karen could take the toilet tissue and wipe up the fecal residue on her anus and the dark area right around it. "I have to wipe hard, sweetie," she said, "so we don't leave any of that poo in your hair back down there." She showed Claire the smudged toilet tissue before depositing it in the toilet and finally flushing. They both proceeded to wash their hands thoroughly in the sink and wipe each other dry. Now they held each other's hands and walked back to the bedroom, fell onto the bed, and hugged one another. Karen moved down so she could apply her tongue to Claire's wet labia and vulva. She licked her friend and managed to get her tongue right up into Claire's vagina, enjoying Claire's distinctive flavor. Claire turned toward Karen's feet and positioned herself to lave Karen's cute little cunt. The thin-lipped vulva started to open as a flower to Claire's licks and Claire knew from experience to insinuate her tongue into Karen's tighter vaginal vault. The two managed to bring each other to sweet climaxes a few seconds apart. Then they held each other tightly, kissed some more, deeply, and almost shed tears of happiness at the love they had found. It would mark the beginning of a new relationship between them and Karen wondered what the implications might be for her continuing supervision of Claire's nephew, Jamie. She began to consider how she might expand her field of operations to include developing a similar rapport with him. Karen Babysits for a Man Her Age Ch. 04 You may wish to read the earlier chapters to get to know the characters but it is not necessary. Anyone who is offended by bodily functions should proceed no further. All characters are over 18. ***** Karen had been supervising Claire Kendall's nephew, Jamie Benson, a young man who was the same age as Karen, 25, for a few weeks when Claire told her that Jamie had finally gotten a job and would start work the next day. "You've helped focus him so much," Claire complimented the younger woman. "I think that having you spend the time with him each day when you came home from work showed him what someone his own age could do with their life." "Well," Karen responded, "perhaps he also figured that if he got a job and managed to make it work, he'd get away from being disciplined by me and humiliated, you know, like when you had me supervise him in the bathroom." She still blushed when she described how she had learned to exercise her feminine dominance over the handsome Jamie. Claire then told Karen that she would be travelling for the next week and wanted Jamie to spend this coming weekend with Karen so that he reported to his new position properly. "If he acts up or feels he no longer needs anyone to keep track of him," Claire declared, "I want you to make it absolutely clear to him that you will continue to be supervising him. And for this last weekend before he starts work, I'll already be away so I would like it if you would spend the weekend with him. I can just see him totally misbehaving if left alone now." Karen was already grateful to Claire for taking her into her confidence on such a personal matter. She realized that she would have to spend her weekend with Jamie and hope for the best. "Of course I will do that for you, Claire," Karen said cheerfully. "Fortunately my social life is nil these days." "You are such a delightful and attractive person," Claire rejoined quickly. "When I get back, we're going to see about changing that." Karen smiled in softly-expressed resignation to her situation. Her job did not enable her to make the kind of contacts that Claire could provide, so she looked forward to realizing that kind of help from her investment. But before letting Claire go pack and depart, Karen had one request she knew she needed to make. "Claire, one thing," she said, "I would like to be in my own house this weekend, so can we have him come over and use the guest room?" "I don't see why not," Claire answered, with only a note of restraint in her voice. "Now, I know you would tell me if he had made even the slightest move on you, wouldn't you, my dear?" "Yes, I would," Karen responded firmly. "But I think that he's too unhappy with me as the woman his age who can spank and cane his bottom, and even supervise his use of the toilet so I don't expect much in the way of romantic moves on his part." "Well," Claire continued, "I'll be surprised if he doesn't make a move, and now that he will be working, that will be up to you to decide how you wish to respond." "Claire!" Karen exclaimed, as she recalled the lovely time she had had with her older neighbor only the other day when they made love to one another. "I'm really not looking for anything like that." "We'll see," Claire merely commented quietly. Jamie arrived promptly at 6:00 P.M. as directed by his aunt. Karen welcomed him to her place and told him she had made dinner for both of them. As they sat down to enjoy her well-prepared meal, Karen realized for the first time that Jamie was a star in the making. He had landed a really good job after a relatively brief time looking and she saw how handsome and accomplished he was. She felt the stirrings in her and wondered how she could make the transition from disciplinarian to love object. Rousing herself from these thoughts, Karen focused on making the dinner enjoyable. She let her hair down, so to speak, sounding excited for Jamie about his job and completely avoiding any mention of her supervising him this weekend. Jamie noticed very quickly that Karen was being quite nice to him and he started looking at her for the first time as someone other than his embarrassing supervisor, heck, babysitter to put it bluntly, and now saw an attractive woman he could see himself spending time with. But was this for real or was she putting him on? After dinner, they relaxed in Karen's comfortable back parlor and listened to some music. Karen sat on the couch, opened her blouse so that her bra was visible, and motioned to Jamie to join her on the couch. "You're going to start this terrific job, Monday," she said, "and I wanted you to know that as much as I admire your aunt, I'm sorry for what I put you through. I wish we could start over." Jamie smiled at Karen and replied, "Well, Karen, why can't we? We're on our own and have gotten to know a little about each other even things we might not have planned on sharing." He grinned at her and Karen loved his marvelous smile. "Oh, my darling," she managed to say as she fell into his arms and was so happy when he pressed them right around her, holding her tight. Karen enjoyed the embrace and then got up and poured them both glasses of her favorite dry Chablis. Jamie raised his glass and toasted, making his feelings totally clear: "To us, my sweet angel." Karen melted as they enjoyed the crisp wine and put her glass down on the side table and this time she took him into her arms. She sensed that this was indeed the real thing and they chatted amiably about interests in common, in a way they never had been able to when she was monitoring him. She discovered that he knew quite a bit about music, art, and shows. For his part, Jamie was not surprised that Karen was well-educated and able to converse on anything he brought up. His feelings toward her grew ever warmer and he kept clutching her to him. At last they grew a bit tired and it was time to go upstairs. Karen took the major step. "This is your room," she said, pointing to a pleasant guest room, "but I'd like you to be in here," she added, leading him into her warm and cozy bedroom. Jamie responded by once again taking her in his strong arms and carrying her over the threshold. She felt light, he thought, though Karen was not a tiny woman. He playfully placed her down on her bed and then reached to unbutton her blouse. Karen responded by unbuttoning and slipping Jamie's shirt off. He pulled off his t-shirt and now reached to unhook her bra. It dropped off exposing her nice 34Bs with nipples aroused. Jamie knelt and first teased her nips with his tongue and then caressed them with his fingers. Karen unbuttoned his suit slacks and unzipped the zipper so that they fell, exposing his undershorts. He drew back to slide them down and she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She grinned at him and beckoned him to slide her pretty pale blue panties down. He did just that and pushing all the clothes away, the two entwined themselves on the bed. Jamie moved between Karen's legs and began kissing her calves then thighs, making her yearn to feel that massaging tongue right on her cunt. Soon, Jamie's active tongue reached her inner thighs, exciting her immensely so she knew she was flowing aplenty. Finally, he dabbed at her now warm labia with his lips and let his tongue press into her. She came amazingly quickly, probably because it had been so long since anyone had given her this kind of intimate, loving attention. She cradled his now erect cock in her hands and then lay back, spread her legs lewdly wide to expose her wet, sopping opening and drew him by his member right into her. He was surprised by how wet she was inside. He now was holding back because he didn't want to cum so soon. He withdrew when Karen motioned him to, so she could pull the covers over them. Then she drew him to her, pursing her lips to kiss him, as they rejoined, his cock ramming into her wet and warm cunt, and then thrusting with each thrust bringing her ever closer to yet another orgasm. Finally, he felt both his love and his emotions on a crescendo as he exploded deep inside her and she felt the strong spurts lave her vagina. This brought her over the edge so that they both now exhaled in each other's arms. "I'm so glad this turned out this way," Karen gushed, sensing that he would not be just a one-night stand. "Me too," Jamie responded, holding her ever more tightly. "Karen, I hope you feel as happy now as I do." He didn't add that he almost wanted to thank his aunt for what she had put them both through. The wine had not made them giddy, although the excitement of what had happened did, and finally Karen indicated that she needed to get up to pee. Thinking more about their future than the past experience, Jamie smiled and suggested they go together. Karen grinned as she had had similar thoughts, then nodded her agreement. They walked hand in hand to her bathroom and she pointed to the sizeable tub. First, Jamie and then Karen climbed in and Karen sat on Jamie's knees facing him. He let loose and his stream shot onto her belly and drizzled down through her trimmed bush and ran along her labia down between her legs, warming her. Soon she was able to release and her pee stream felt warm on his lower body and legs. Now when both had finished, he lifted her legs so she was essentially in diaper position and leaned down to lick her dry. He loved the mixed taste of her pee, her vaginal fluids, and his cum, all mixed into a lovely musky elixir. Pushing her bottom up more, he bent further to lick her cute little anal rosebud. This turned Karen on fabulously, and she began to writhe in excitement. She got ever more turned on as his tongue began to penetrate her rear opening. Jamie too enjoyed the feel and taste of her backdoor. She turned over now in the tub and pointed to the lube tube on the side. He reached for it, opened it, and spread some on his fingers. Then he slipped the lubed fingers into her anus and for good measure, used another finger to grease his cock for its coming entry. He placed the glans right at her tight little rosebud and softly pressed as it began to slip inside slowly. Karen had not had much experience with anal, but she felt the nerve endings stimulated and liked the feeling of fullness that she was used to experiencing in her cunt. It did still hurt but he was a slow and caring lover. Jamie took his time pressing his cock into Karen's cute ass. He couldn't remember when he had felt like this, although he had been turned on her from their first meeting. Yes, she had humiliated him but this made him feel it was worth it. After he gained full entry and then slowly almost pulled out and moved his cock inside again and again, Karen exploded and she felt his spurt deep into her bowels. Then he slowly withdrew for the last time and Karen turned and saw there were smudges on his cock. She lovingly bent down and took his smudged member into her mouth and licked him clean. Then she grinned and told him, "I think all that started things moving inside. I better get up and onto the toilet...soon." Jamie smiled in return and told her to get on her hands and knees. She was reluctant at first but then he put his mouth on her anus and she felt her movement moving down from her rectum into her anus. As it emerged, Jamie licked it as lovingly as he had her labia before, and then it dropped into the tub. It was fairly long and thick and a medium-tan-brown color. After it fell, Jamie cleaned her anal area with his tongue, even pressing it into her now yielding anal rosette. He wiped her finally and they both now rose and climbed out. Jamie scooped up the turds into his hand and neatly deposited them in the toilet. Then he went to the sink and first washed his hands and then brushed his teeth with one of the many brushes on the shelf. Karen then sat on the toilet and wiped herself in front. Her vagina was still flowing with her juices and his cum. Once clean, the two took each's hands in hand and walked back to bed. They relaxed in each other's arms, happy and sated. Karen lay back, happy in what she hoped would be a new and enduring relationship. "I hope you don't hold it against me that I may have humiliated you when Claire put me in charge of you," she said softly to Jamie as they held each other close. "No," Jamie answered, "I realized I really liked you but worried that you might not take me seriously." "I continue to feel bad about what happened," Karen said, "but then I'm happy it brought us together." "Don't feel bad, Karen," Jamie swiftly responded, "I love you, darling." Karen Babysits for a Man Her Age Ch. 05 [This story can be enjoyed if you first read the preceding chapters but you don't have to do that. Everyone is 18 or older. Bdily functions are involved so stop here if that bothers you.] Karen warmed as she lay in bed after hearing Jamie tell her he loved her. She felt what she had not dared to hope for was coming to pass. She had been asked by Jamie's aunt, Claire Kendall, her next-door neighbor, to supervise him as a monitor while he searched for a job. The supervision had been quite intimate and humiliating for him. Karen was amazed at Claire's kinkiness which outpaced her own and she enjoyed the time when she and Claire shared a bed together and played so delightfully. But last night, now that Jamie had gotten a good position, she and he had warmed to each other and made wonderful love together as well as indulging in some shared twists such as peeing on each other in the tub. Karen had even squatted and defecated as Jamie then cleaned her and removed the product from the tub. Now they both awakened on a weekend morning and Jamie took her in his arms when he saw that she had woken up. She felt so good and loved and happy. Jamie, for his part, found this 25-year-old woman—same age as he was—delightful, attractive, and his heart's desire. He was quite handsome at 6-3 and 155 lbs., while she was 5-7 and about 127, with a well-proportioned 34B bust. He softly caressed her breasts and then his warm hand moved down her front to tease the very tip of her already engorged clit before slipping into her wet orifice, indicating her readiness for sex. Lingering there and moving between her legs to slip around her anal rosette and just a poke inside to stimulate her there, he let her get nice and wet and excited before she spread her legs in expectation. Finally he moved above her, supporting himself on his arms and slid his turgid shaft neatly into her welcoming vagina. They now loved being united in intercourse, as he moved his cock in and out of her well-lubricated canal. He enjoyed the feel of her soft pubic hair during their sex and she liked his powerful, probing member and the feel of his pubic hair too. Gradually they increased the intensity of their motion until she felt herself about to explode deep inside and clamped the walls of her vagina tight on his cock, holding it in place as he began to feel the jets go off and his cum spurt far inside her. They collapsed and he rolled off to hold her in his arms as they savored the happiness of truly compatible sex. After a bit, Jamie whispered to Karen that he would like it if she wanted to tease him in the way she once had when she was monitoring him for his aunt. She grinned and said that he should put on the pink hicut panties she had worn the previous day which she handed to him from where she had left them down by the side of the bed. Jamie pulled up the cute panties which barely contained his cock and balls and got back on the bed in an all-fours position. Karen moved by his side on the bed and started to run her nail up his shaft through the front of the panties and giggled as she saw the wet spot appear on the panties and gradually spread as Jamie involuntarily released cum—since he had just orgasmed, it was not the precum she had previously seen when teasing him like this. "You've been wetting your panties, you naughty boy," she excoriated him, adopting the tenor of a scolding domme while she continued to tease him with her nail going all the way up to touch the sensitive glans through the thin panties. "I'm sorry, Miss," he pleaded. "You get me so excited that I can't help it." "I'm afraid you will have to be punished for this," Karen responded in mock anger. "You know that any release by you has to be when I say you can and I did just grant you the huge privilege of doing it inside Mistress's pussy." She slowly pulled down his (hers?) panties and saw how wet he had made the front. Then she sat on the bed as he crawled across her lap, his now erect cock pressing down between her thighs. Karen responded by clamping her thighs on his member, and then began softly spanking him, alternating cheeks until they had grown quite rosy. She then told him he might mitigate his "punishment" by bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. Still constrained by the panties at his ankles, he moved down to the carpet and found himself between her open legs staring at the light hair on her mons and then at her glistening cunt. He began to nibble at her puffed-up labia and then insinuated his tongue into her vagina, tasting the combined juices she had produced mixed with his salty cum. It did not take long for Karen to begin to buck and writhe from excitement. She was just feeling so good and so turned on by his attention to her sex. He began to lick her all the way down through her legs as she lifted her bottom forward to give him access to her bottom-hole. He began to rim her and then slipped his tongue past her anal ring and she felt herself being carried away with emotion...and then that fantastic feeling when she came. Jamie watched her and held her tightly while she enjoyed her tribute. He told himself how lucky he was to have met this woman whose kinks so matched his own. No one would have believed that he needed to be taken charge of by her, he thought. He had been disciplined—and yes, he admitted, dominated—by his mother and older sister when he was growing up, but he never had had this feeling of being so deeply satisfied before. His mother had spanked him as a boy, far more, he now realized, than had been necessary, and she had allowed, nay encouraged, his older sister, Kathy, to watch. Then, when she was 20 and he was 18, she let Kathy take over and his sister had punished him with what seemed unusual verve, he recalled. She had also made him lick her in front and back to orgasm, and while he was humiliated, he was also excited to be so close to a mature pussy and then her anus, even if he suspected she purposely didn't wipe or didn't wipe much so he would be licking her poo off when he served her there. Kathy also began using the cane to punish him and he couldn't wait until he went away to college and never returned. But he realized that his training at home had inured him to serving women intimately and to enjoying being dominated and yes, disciplined by them. Now Karen rose to the highest level in his firmament as she softly whispered to him that it was time for his caning. She positioned him across the edge of the bed and drew his panties just below his bottom. Then she reached for her favorite thin cane and began to lay on the strokes, across the middle, top, and base of his bottom, before criss-crossing those strokes to produce the infamous "gate" pattern on his bottom cheeks. It hurt, but it hurt so good. The woman he loved was punishing him, but he adored her all the more for her administering the disciplining he craved. Finally she ended the ritual and he was told to kiss her between her legs as she sat, awaiting his sign of worship. Then they lay together next to each other in bed again. As they chatted, each began to get dressed for the day. Jamie helped Karen pull up her panties, while she selected the boxer-short pattern she liked for him to wear. He then teased her nipples with his fingers before watching her pick out and put on a cute demibra. It was a long weekend and they used it to get to know each other better than they ever had been able to back when she was his supervisor reporting to his dominant aunt. They ate, drank, peed, and showered together. Nor did either feel he or she needed to banish the other from the bathroom when they each needed to move his or her bowels. Karen happily showed Jamie how to wipe her clean with wet toilet tissue. Jamie told her about his experiences growing up with his mother and sister. Karen's eyes widened as she understood how this marvelous man had been inculcated with a need for feminine dominance. Finally he looked her in her deep green eyes as he asked her to remember that every so often he needed to be disciplined by her the way she had just done it with her cane. "It will never be the way it was then—cruel and unfeeling," he confessed. "Rather, it will be a part of our wonderful relationship and something which makes it so special." Karen's heart melted as she heard everything she wanted given to her. *** Claire returned home late on Sunday and stopped by to see Karen when Jamie was out. "So how did it go?" Claire asked Karen. "Do you think he's ready to start work tomorrow?" "I do," said Karen, "but I do have a confession to make." She blushed. "Don't tell me... you fucked him," Claire answered her own question. "I did, yes," Karen replied plainly, "but it's not how you think." "How isn't it, Karen?" Claire asked with a wide grin on her face. "Claire," Karen began, "he's a wonderful man, not just a handsome one. We are in love." "Well, my dear," Claire responded, showing more sympathy, "I do hope you're right. You have done a fine job with him, so far be it for me to deny you the fruits of your labor. But I hope he isn't taking you for a ride." "I'm willing to chance it," Karen said earnestly. "Claire, I've never felt this way before." Claire thought for a moment of her own story—reaching 35 and still single. She was a very confident business executive but yes, she was still single. Karen, she realized, was quite attractive and even as she had dominated Jamie under Claire's direction, it wasn't at all impossible that Claire's nephew had fallen hard for the lithe blonde Karen, she thought. "Claire," Karen said, "Jamie will be out for at least another two hours. Come up to my room so we can relax and I will tell you what happened. " Karen felt a tad insecure. Suppose Jamie had played her and had no intention of sticking with her, now that he had his job and was out from under the domination of Claire and her? When they got to Karen's tasteful bedroom, she bade Claire to sit down next to her on the bed. Claire did and then took the younger woman in her arms. Karen felt better with Claire pressing her into Claire's well-endowed chest. "Maybe I made a mistake, Claire," she began again. "Who knows? Maybe he just was trying to avoid my putting him through it this weekend though I did not intend to so that." "I'm going to spank you, Karen," Claire said, "not because you necessarily deserve it for anything you did, but because you took a chance you didn't need to take." "Yes, Claire, spank me," Karen answered. "Not because I'm sure I was wrong about him but because I should have made him wait or at least have to try a bit harder." Karen stood, lifted her little skirt, and pulled down her lovely pale lilac panties, and then clambered across Claire's gray flannel skirt. Claire gazed at her lovely bottom and began to softly pat it, then let her finger wander to Karen's ass crack and down her furrow between her legs to poke lightly into her already sopping hole. After so stimulating Karen, Claire did begin to spank her. Claire spanked very consistently, alternating cheeks and increasing the impact of each spank until Karen started to cry out and plead for Claire to stop. "You've been a very naughty girl, Karen," Claire rejoined, "and this is the way naughty girls learn to behave themselves. I want you now to tell me that you have learned your lesson and you won't spread your legs the first time you get the chance. "Yes, Miss Claire," Karen whimpered as she was grateful that the spanking was apparently over. "Now, go stand in the corner there, Karen, with your skirt up above your waist and your panties right down there below your knees," Claire ordered. Karen did what she was told and shamefaced, moved as quickly as she could, without letting her panties drop, to the corner and put her nose right into the place where the walls met. She now felt about seven years old. Soon, she realized she had an ever more pressing need. She had not been to the bathroom for hours and now needed to pee, a need that was growing ever more intense and imminent. "Miss Claire," she pleaded from the corner, "I need to use the bathroom, very soon." Claire enjoyed the chance to exercise one more dominant gesture. "You'll have to wait until you've completed your corner time, Karen," she answered Karen's plea. "Naughty girls have their privileges restricted. Or taken away altogether." Karen cringed and felt her bladder pressing ever more intensely. "Miss Claire," she said in a high scared voice, "if you don't let me go, I may start to pee my panties...." Her voice trailed off in a soft cry as she felt the pee move and finally overwhelm her as it started to leak into her panties. "Oh, Miss Claire, I'm sorry," she cried, "I couldn't hold it in any more." "Stop that peeing and crying," Claire snapped. "I'm taking you to the bathroom now." Somehow Karen regained control over her urinary sphincter and managed to stop the stream after she had soaked her little lilac panties. There was a small puddle in the corner but Claire took her by the hand and walked with her to the bathroom, where she directed her to pull down her panties and sit on the toilet, and then to wait for permission to resume peeing. Karen still found it hard to hold her pee in. She realized it would be horribly embarrassing for her to lose control in her panties while on the toilet awaiting the command to let her release her pee. Claire of course was enjoying the deliciousness of the discipline she was imposing on Karen. "Miss Claire," Karen pleaded, "I need to go very badly still. I'm afraid I will go in my panties again." "You just did that," Claire said. "Have you no control at all? I suppose that's why you were so quick to let Jamie fuck you." "That's not true, Miss Claire," Karen cried, "I love him...and he loves me." "We shall see," Claire responded ominously. "Very well," she went on, "pull down your panties." Then she reached over where Karen was sitting on the toilet and began to stroke Karen's labia softly. "Oh Miss Claire, that's making me want to go even more," Karen whimpered. Claire smiled at her and said, "You may go now." She kept her hand right on Karen's labia and soon the hot pee stream hit her hand. Karen sighed with relief as her bladder emptied but it was strange peeing into Claire's hand. Claire then took her wet hand and rubbed it across Karen's nostrils and mouth. "Here," she said, "smell and taste your piss." "It tastes salty, but not so bad," Karen admitted. Once Karen's stream ended, Claire took some toilet tissue and wiped Karen's wet cunt and bush. Karen felt like she was a baby who had to be wiped. Now Claire told her to lie down on the floor on her back. Karen complied and stared as Claire pulled down her own panties and squatted over Karen's face. Karen looked up at Claire's hairy mons and the hair that ran right down through her legs to her dark crinkled little anus. Finally Claire ended the suspense by suddenly releasing her pee in a strong stream that was aimed right at Karen's mouth. Karen felt the hard sting of the pee hit her lips and she opened them to allow it to enter her mouth and even began swallowing Claire's salty excretion. "That's very good," Claire said approvingly. "Drink up my hot golden nectar." Eventually Claire's stream wound down and then she helped Karen up. She walked them both t the shower and adjusted it for a nice warm flow. Both stripped off and then entered the shower together. Claire kissed Karen and then began soaping her body, from her face to her boobs right down to her hairy mons and pussy. Karen responded by soaping up Claire in the same way and let her hand tease Claire's hard little nub and Claire whispered to her to keep doing that. Karen softly rubbed the tip of Claire's clit until Claire let out a shriek as she came nice and hard. "Oh, darling," she managed to croak, "oh but I needed that." They emerged and dried each other and gradually put their underpants, bras, and clothing back on. "I do hope Jamie didn't sweet talk you, sweetie, just to be able to fuck you," Claire said. "If he did, I'll make sure he pays with his ass...and other parts." Karen felt confident in her lover but she wasn't going to get into this more with Claire. "Thank you for punishing me, Claire," she said calmly. "I know you may be right but I have to trust my own sense. I'm hoping I was on target."