5 comments/ 41226 views/ 6 favorites Missy Carries on for Me By: lesliejones [This story arose from close collaboration with SplendidSpunk, to whom I am deeply indebted for his major contributions. The initial idea was mine, but after that, we shared equally in its development. Those offended by enemas and excrement or humiliation generally should stop right here.] I've had what some might regard as a peculiar life story. Raised as the middle child in what we increasingly would call a normally dysfunctional family, I couldn't wait to get away from home and find my own way in the world. Home was a place I learned to avoid by the time I was in high school. First, our parents believed in imposing strict discipline in an age when hardly anyone else did. My older brother, younger sister, and I were spanked from when we were little until well into our teens. I'm not at all surprised that the rather weird practice Mom and Dad had of punishing us at the same time helped lead my siblings into an incestuous relationship. But that's only one reason that I hardly ever see any of them and haven't for some time. Every Friday before supper, Mom took out her little book and had the three of us standing before her as she read out our demerits for the week. If one of us had behaved reasonably well and had acquired a very few marks, Mom would go easy and it would be a light spanking on the bare bottom. Greater amounts of offense marks meant that you had to strip in front of everyone and Mom or Dad might have you over the chair or the bench for the strap, switch, crop, or cane. Embarrassment was the norm, although we soon became accustomed to seeing each other in the nude. Susie was two years younger but she matured more quickly and became very self-conscious as her bust expanded to a nice 34B. Harold invariably had a hard-on, which he had no ability to hide or, apparently, control. I remember crying my eyes out because everyone would see that I had a tampon string hanging out of my vagina. Once I got to university, everything changed. I met a whole group of marvelous people, some of them boys who were very attractive and attentive. I had been much more academically focused, so I went to a first-class college, unlike my sibs. I became enamored of smart people, even if they were duplicitous. I even joined a sorority, although I never found it worthy of much of my attention once I was initiated. When I graduated, I was offered a generous fellowship program to pursue my studies at the graduate level. My supervisor in the department was named Diane and she was an attractive auburn-haired woman in her 30s who was an associate professor. She found my work more than acceptable and we quickly became close friends. I always had dated and had several regular guys after me, and yes, I slept with some of them sometimes. But one day Diane returned to the spacious apartment we now shared—as she was single—and told me she was having serious problems with her research. As she described these to me, it did not take me long to analyze her subject and suggest several approaches, all of which would be difficult but rewarding, but which would help her toward overcoming her obstacles. Privately, I wondered how someone brilliant enough to have attained her position, could lack the basic puritan work ethic so essential in research. My suggestions were not earth shattering and should have been obvious to her. A few weeks passed and one day she returned home to tell me that my ideas had produced totally fine results for her, and she would soon be finishing the project that had caused her so much concern. Smiling, she looked into my eyes and managed to inquire, "Leslie, you do have to tell me how I can repay you for your help. I feel as if I should be the grad student and you the professor." While I appreciated the compliment, something inside me made me feel that she was looking for me to assert myself, even though I was still officially under her academic supervision. I looked her straight in the eye and hoped my perceptions were on target. "Diane, I'm so happy for you," I began, but then my tone grew more firm, "but I think you would benefit from more discipline in your life than you have had. Had you been more grounded in this assignment, you would never have found yourself in need of assistance. Discipline and structure will enable you to easily meet the challenges of your position. If you agree with my assessment, I am going to make some changes around here." Diane seemed torn. "I think I see what you mean, Leslie," she said haltingly, "although when you use that word 'discipline,' do you mean in a physical kind of way?" I felt she was moving right down the track. "Yes, Diane, I mean it both ways, mental and physical," I responded quite brightly. "Basically, I will set out your duties and responsibilities—both here and at work, and I will, at least initially, make sure you are actively carrying them out," I started, "and yes, there will be rules for your behavior here, especially. You will be responsible for cleaning up and not leaving your dirty clothing lying around." "And if I cannot perform to your exacting standards?" she asked, knowing what was coming. "You will be subjected to discipline," I answered. "You may lose some privileges, such as going out to dinner or the movies...or if I feel it necessary, yes, you may be spanked." "Spanked?" she repeated, "like a child?" "Yes," I agreed, "for I have found that childish punishments are very effective with grown women like you as they are with little ones." "This may end up being very embarrassing for me," Diane stated. "Think of how embarrassed you would have been if you had failed to complete your project," I said, bluntly. Diane turned to me and without any further inquiry, kissed me deeply on my lips. "I am ever so grateful to you, Leslie," she said, "and if this does embarrass me, I suppose I deserve it and it will help me in the end." While the kiss surprised me it did not stop me from returning it with as much passion as Diane. Yet, I knew this was the time to begin drawing the line, asserting my authority and control. I gently pushed Diane away and suggested that she should begin by cleaning her room and that I'd be by later to inspect it. I then left the apartment more to give myself time to cool down, that kiss had me very distracted. I also wanted to allow Diane some time to accomplish her initial assignment. I felt a few hours would be sufficient and pulled my cell phone out and made a call. "So glad I caught up with you, do you have time to meet me for some dinner? Great! Yes I know the place. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes or so." Well that worked out nicely, I get to have dinner with Kevin while Diane cleans and wonders what it will take to please me. Smiling I met Kevin outside the Bistro and gave him a light peck on the cheek then grabbed his hand and we went inside. "You seem so happy Les, and while I'm not complaining, a middle of the week date is not your usual style." "Kevin, I am happy at some recent developments and I want your help in them, if you will." "I've never been keen on saying no to you, in fact I don't recall denying you ever, so yes, what is it you want from me?" I explained what had happened with Diane ending with the kiss. Kevin was not stupid, heavens I've no time for men who can't think. He realized that Diane wanted nothing so much as my approval and was obviously willing to do almost anything for it. Kevin knows my history of the childhood spankings and humiliation I'd experienced. He's the first lover who feels it's not his job nor is it necessary to apologize for my parents. In fact he has said on more then one occasion that if more parents took half the time my parents had with their kids the world might be a better place. He felt my siblings and their incestuous couplings would have happened anyway, that the communal nudity of our disciplinary sessions may have put the ball in play sooner but that the two of then had been born with the team uniforms and would have played that game regardless. "So what is it you want from me? You've the capability of handling Diane." "Yes, I know and while I do enjoy the prospect of sex with her, I want to make sure she understands her position with me will be one of subservience and obedience, not as a lover." "Agreed, I don't see you limiting yourself in that way." "So once I've begun to actually exert myself, I will need you to be her initial embarrassment, if you will. Someone she knows, seeing her naked and her ass striped." "Well you have a lot of choices there, some would even present a better option, so why me?" "Quite simply dear Kevin, I enjoy fucking you and who better then my lover to assist me with my new sub?" We both smiled and discussed the plans for Diane. While I had a basic program in mind and Kevin was on board, a lot of details needed to be worked out. We adjourned to Kevin's apartment after dinner and planned to work out some of those details; however, once inside his door, I let the passion ignited by Diane's kiss earlier in the evening mature in Kevin's arms. Given his reciprocating gestures, I assumed correctly that our plans for Diane had not only taken root in Kevin's mind but that his cock was up for the idea as well. "My god woman, you are one sexy treat. I often feel as if you have some mystical hold on me, it so rare for me to not feel like a brainless male bimbo when I'm with you." "Well, Kevin, I do so like that male bimbo and what he and his cock can do for me." Like teenagers finding a moment when no one was looking, we ravished each other's mouths as our hands groped and opened the bits and pieces of our clothing. By the time we'd reached the arena of our desires, the bed, we were naked and panting. One of the reasons I continued to see Kevin was that each time we met up we had eventually ended up having sex and each time the passion was equal to that usually experienced by lovers on their first fuck, but with Kevin, it was every time. I've tossed too many ripped blouses and broken clasped bras, not to mention retuning to my own place half exposed from a blouse with no buttons and a bra that could not be worn. Tonight was no different, our clothing ripped from our bodies and strewn in a path from the front door to the bed. Diane would have to wait: I had a nice hard cock here and a man who knew what I liked and was currently feasting on my tits. I could only lay back and enjoy as his lips, his tongue and by god his teeth pulled my sleeping nipples from their cozy retreat and set them aflame with passion. "Damn it, man! Why do you make me so damn horny? I'm already wet and ready." "Les, it's always been this way and with any luck it will stay this way. It's all I can do to not cum now, you've got me so hard and ready I doubt I'd get halfway in your puss, before exploding." Yes, Kevin never failed in that way no matter how ravenous we were. He let me take him in my mouth and while I am no pro, I do know what a man loves a woman to do orally; he can hold back if he wishes. He has amazing control and so I ignored his plea and managed to put my head between his legs, and his head between mine. It was time for a bit of dessert before the brandy. I eagerly took Kevin's shaft into my mouth as his lips worked magic on my labia and clit. It was so basic and yet so fucking good: mutual oral stimulation. I had to stop sucking his rod for a bit as his tongue and lips were being particularly efficient with my pussy and his fingers were probing both openings. I had to pull my mouth from his cock so I could let go: "You bastard, I love it, Oh shit, lover, that feels so damn good." Then I slammed my mouth back down on his cock, feeling his stiff pubes on my lips as I took all of him. Oh god, this was so good but still only a fraction of what was to come that night. It's not a stretch to realize that we both were about to cum in each other's mouths when I managed to see my watch and remember that I needed to return to check on Diane. Kevin and I both would remain horny enough to resume this later. Men react badly to what some now called "ruined orgasms"—you know, when they're all hot and bothered and about to spurt when you call a halt, for whatever reason. But this time he and I were on the same wave length, so he grunted and then smiled at me. "I'll make it up to you, darling," I said with sincerity, "and I also think that coming with me to check on Diane will stimulate that not so little thing of yours." This time my clothing had not been so mangled that getting dressed would prove a challenge, so I quickly put my panties back on and retrieved bra, blouse, and skirt, as I watched Kevin become respectable as well. I knew that just from what we had been doing my slit would keep flowing and thus I would have a wet panty crotch, but some things just can't be avoided. We returned to the apartment where Diane was still making piles of her material and had not progressed very far in her assigned clean-up task. She did seem mildly surprised to see me accompanied by Kevin, although she knew he was my boyfriend. "Diane," I began, "you have not made very much progress toward completing your assignment." "I know, Leslie," she responded, realizing that she was going to be in trouble, "but this is all a bit new for me. You have made me realize how much I need the kind of direction you are providing." "That's all well and good," I said, "but I expect better effort on your part. I'm afraid we shall have to begin your discipline regimen now." At that, her eyes flashed and she asked, almost plaintively yet with a challenge, "And I suppose he will be here to witness...my punishment?" "Having Kevin witness you being disciplined, Diane, is apt to make you all the more likely to try harder from now on so this occasion is not repeated very soon," I answered calmly. I knew that in terms of setting a pattern for making this discipline effective, I would have to employ a good deal of ritual and that someone as intelligent as Diane would probably get off on it, anyway. Diane was wearing a short tan skirt and beige blouse, her auburn hair worn up as she had clearly intended on becoming engaged in her cleaning assignment. She was wearing flats and had no hose on. "Let's start by having you stand right here in front of me and lift your skirt, Diane," I said most calmly. She slowly walked round the bed and came to stand where I had instructed and then, already assuming a subservient role, took her skirt hem with both hands and lifted it above her waist, disclosing a pair of red-and-white striped hi-cut panties. I looked over at Kevin long enough to see that there was a true tent in the front of his trousers rising about as speedily as Diane's skirt had. As I reached for the waistbands of her panties, I kept on with the ritual tone, "I'm now going to lower your panties, Diane, for your spanking." I then sat down on the armless desk chair that was to my left and tapped on my lap, making the age-old sign that meant she should drape herself across my skirt for her spanking. Diane said nothing but arranged herself as comfortably as she could across my skirted lap. Now was when she would begin to learn the true meaning of embarrassment as I looked at her panties around her ankles and noticed a small skid mark. "I notice that you have stained your panties, Missy," I stated, using a favorite name when punishing a woman. "You will receive extra strokes for that, I'm afraid, and I shall also have to examine your bottom to see if you are clean in there." Diane let out a large sigh and turned her head to me, "I hope you realize, Leslie, that this is horribly shaming for me, especially for Kevin to observe me now." I could see that as tough a facade as she normally could maintain, she was now close to tears. Indeed, her emotions were welling up enough to emit droplets that began to make her mascara run. "That is one of the purposes of this discipline, Diane," I commented in reply, and I poked my finger between her cute bottom cheeks, realizing that the alabaster hue would soon turn pink and then crimson. I ran my finger deep into her rear crack, from high on her rear down through her furrow, stopping before the vaginal opening, however. When I removed it and brought it to my nose, it clearly smelled of her last movement and I held the finger in front of her face, with the slight smudge on the tip visible to her. "In future, Diane," I said, "it appears that you will need to see me twice each day for a panty and bottom inspection until you learn to keep yourself clean back there." I could see that Diane's face had already reddened with embarrassment. There was even, to my experienced eye, a glimpse of possible rebellion as my shaming effort proceeded apace. "Leslie," she managed to gasp in a very small voice, "I don't think I realized how difficult this experience would be." She paused and I awaited her next words. "But you have no idea how I also appreciate how much I need this and how grateful I am to you," she somehow got out. Even though the expected rebellion never occurred, this did not diminish my effort to make her realize her new reduced status around here. Then I had an even better idea. "As I will be away from here at times, going to work, etc," I added with a grin at Kevin she could not see, "I will use Kevin for your inspections should I not be about for a scheduled or surprise check-in. I want you to understand that I am giving him complete authority to discipline you in any manner he feels appropriate based on your conduct." Then I proceeded to the business at hand. I started spanking Diane, increasing the velocity of the slaps as I alternated giving her first five strokes on one cheek and then the same on the other, repeating this until her bottom attained the desired degree of redness. I should note that she began by letting out small moans that turned to exclamations and almost screams as her bottom grew ever more tender. I was not altogether satisfied with the spanking and when wisdom had me check between Diane's legs I found that her puss had gone soggy and her clit swollen with desire. I looked at Kevin and said. "I believe Diane is actually a bit of a pain slut. Kevin, come feel her pussy. See how wet and ready she is!" "Oh no, no please Leslie, please no. Please don't allow Kevin to touch me there." "Leslie, I believe that it's time to explain a few of your rules to Missy!" I watched Diane squirm on my lap. I believe she had hoped that her outburst would give her an additional spanking, something I came to learn she both needed and wanted. Instead I pulled her to her feet and commanded: "Missy, clothes are for good girls and you are not a good girl tonight. You've embarrassed me in front of Kevin, you've insulted him with this silly tirade of yours, now take everything off, and do not think to challenge me on this." "But...." "NOW, MISSY!" She slowly started the process of removing her blouse, then skirt and finally her bra. Standing naked but facing me, hiding her body from Kevin I made her turn about. "Missy from now on, you will refer to me as Ma'am or Mistress. Until you have proven yourself a capable adult, you will not address adults by their first names, not in this house. Kevin will be Sir. Now I see I have some work to do with you." I had decided that in her new role as a child she looked ridiculous with pubic hair and I was about to march her into the bath and have her take care of it when Kevin said: "I'm going to step out and pick up a few things I believe we will need tonight Les. I should be gone no more then twenty minutes, perhaps you can organize Missy a bit while I'm away." Kevin left and I took Missy to the bath. I handed her the soap and razor and said as I pointed to her pussy, Missy Carries on for Me "All of it Missy, shave your puss bare, like the child you are. I'll be back to inspect and do not forget to do your ass crack too, it may help in your hygiene." I left her after instructing her to meet me back in the front room when she was done. I could see by the look in her eyes that she was fighting the urge to rebel, that she did not want to shave. Kevin returned before Missy had completed her task and I told him what I'd had her doing. "I'd thought of suggesting that," Kevin said, smiling, "Diane needs to be stripped of her pride, she is too rebellious, I am pleased to see you instructed her to call you Ma'am, her use of your first name was undermining the effort." Then Kevin showed me what he'd brought and I grinned from ear to ear. He'd gone and fetched an enema bag and a rather large one at that. He'd also found a plug for Diane's ass to hold the enema inside her as long as I wished. I kissed Kevin and said: "Let's go fill her ass now, then make her watch you fuck me. I really should not have stopped you earlier because I've been dripping ever since." When we entered the bath, Diane had finished and down a rather good job of it--the one or two hairs she'd missed near her asshole I plucked as she screamed, but when she saw the equipment in Kevin's hands she literally shook with fear and turned to me. "Oh God, Ma'am, please not that," Diane squealed, showing real fear for the first time. "Oh Ma'am, please?" "Go lay on your bed, Missy, on your stomach and spread your legs while I prepare this for you," I responded to her plea in my most matter-of-fact tone. " Kevin will find a few extra pillows so we can prop your ass up nicely . This is a good size bag so you should find it fairly uncomfortable. Now go or else, Missy." She trudged slowly to her room, passing Kevin in the hallway. She seemed so involved with what was coming she failed to be at all embarrassed by Kevin seeing her stark naked and hairless. By the time I'd filled the bag with a warm soapy mixture, Kevin had propped her naked ass up with a few pillows. I saw that he'd quietly greased the butt plug and kept it from her. Nevertheless, Diane was shaking with some degree of fear as I set the bag to hang from her closet door, letting the rubber tubing fall across her bottom as I did. When I inserted the tip into her ass, she groaned and her ass shook a bit. When I reached up and opened the valve for a slow drip, she squeezed her ass cheeks together and Kevin, all set with his belt in hand swatted her ass twice with the strap as I commanded her to relax. Once I saw she was accommodating the slower flow I increased the opening and let the soapy mix flow into her and fill her bowels completely. She had begun to complain of abdominal pain when the bag was half empty and by the time it had totally emptied into her she was a writhing animal begging me to let her up. I told her to hold it in while I pulled the tube out and before she could move at all, Kevin had the butt plug lined up with her rosebud and pushed it in. Diane screamed at the intrusion of the fat plug and then again at the realization of what it was doing. Crying now, she begged me: "Ma'am, the pain is so strong, please, please let me void it, please, Ma'am." "Diane, you will stand up now, yes stand," I replied, sounding as if her plea was too unimportant to merit a direct answer. As I pulled her to her feet the pressure in her bowels magnified, as I knew it would, and as I walked her to my bedroom and pushed her up against the wall, she continued to mutter a plea for mercy. I told her to stand still and wait. Then I reached into my handbag for my lovely little fiberglass rod, thin and black but oh so whippy. Turning back to a now very-frightened Diane with the little rod in my hand, I quietly told her to spread her legs. Then I snapped the rod between her tender inner thighs, leaving red marks on the white skin as she screeched and then finally stood still as she had been told to do. I removed my own clothes and a now naked Kevin entered behind us. I took Kevin to my bed. Together, we looked at Diane with her distended stomach and heard her whimpering plea for mercy; then Kevin leaned into me and kissed me. I lost all track of time and of Diane and her status as Kevin resumed his concerto on my body and I played his flute in harmony. When neither of us could continue to wait, I rolled over on my back and grabbed my ankles and pulled them up close to my ears. In the way I was positioned, Diane could see my pussy and ass, she could see the effects Kevin had on them, and lastly, how wet and sticky they were. I watched her face as Kevin brought his hard and ready cock to bear. As he slid his meat inside me, Diane gasped at how easily I took all of him in. Too much had transpired for either of us to prolong our respective orgasms and when Kevin's cock made its deposit of cum in my spasming pussy, I came hard. Laying back, still holding my ankles to expose my pussy in full to Diane, allowing her to see Kevin's creamy white cum oozing from my slit, I motioned for her to come closer. When she was where she could not come any closer, I said, calmly, "Now Missy, your Mistress needs you to clean her just-fucked puss. Be a good girl and lick me up." I'd expected her to tell me she was in too much discomfort from the fluids crammed into her bowel but she lowered herself, a bit ungracefully, and put her face against my pussy and began to lick and suck me. It felt wonderful and Kevin stood there for a minute just watching before grabbing his belt and using it to paint Diane's ass as she ate me. As I gazed down at Diane's auburn-haired tresses while she intently cleaned my sopping slit, I formed a visual of her, belly extended by the enema, that stuck with me. Diane, even without the enema, had let herself go, probably never exercised, and was looking to have a middle-age spread before her time. I vowed then to do something about that. She was already learning how I liked to be served, although I had not yet had the luxury of my own lady's maid. Without prompting—and leading me to realize that even my minimal initial training had had an impact — she went to my dresser, opened my panty drawer, and returned with a pair of the pale blue hi-cuts she knew I preferred. Ever since I had been given some of these lovely knickers from Harvey Nichols by my favorite aunt, they had become an essential part of my being. But despite Missy's progress, it was certainly not the time to let up on her disciplining. Smiling at her now desperate efforts to get on my good side, I remarked in an off-handed way, as if it were merely a minor matter on my agenda, that it might be time to allow her some relief. Hearing that, she wisely refrained from exulting and then I watched as her happy face turned ashen when, at my unspoken direction, Kevin brought the pail into the room and I told her she would now be allowed to expel ...but into the pail, of course. Before she could open her mouth to protest, I snapped, "Yes, you will do it in front of us and you will now become accustomed to losing your privacy whenever I decide you need to be observed doing your business." Responding to my signal, Kevin moved behind her as I motioned to her to squat over the pail. It was amusing to watch Diane, her tummy still bulging, attempt to squat over the pail and hover above it, as if it were a real toilet seat in, the way that she had undoubtedly been taught as a girl. We all grew up with our mothers ' warning us not to let our tender tushees touch the seat when we squatted to pee, although I never quite understood why that was when you had to actually sit down to have a bowel movement. "Leslie, I mean, Ma 'am," Diane corrected herself as she pleaded in a small voice, "the thing is still in my rear...you know, the plug." As she managed to get the words out, she let out a tiny cry as Kevin grasped the outer ridges of the fat butt plug and slowly withdrew it from her asshole. Despite her obvious desperation to expel, the enema had been inside long enough to take a moment to begin spurting out of her most private hole. Soon, however, the now brownish soapy water came hurtling out of her, mixed with small pieces of her excrement. It all did give the room the quickly disgusting aroma that can never be mistaken for anything other than shit. Quite a lot emerged from her and finally the stream ran out and it was clear that Diane had been weakened by the experience. Sometimes we forget that enemas take a lot out of you in more ways than one. I told her to stand and take the pail out into the outer hall of the flat. When she returned, I pointed to the bed, still showing the inevitable wet spots from Kevin's and my congress. Finally she realized that I wanted her to lie on her back. I told her to lift her legs straight up in what she would come to know is the classic diaper position. "Since you were so filled there, Missy," I lectured her, "we will have to make sure that you don't still have fluid lurking that would soil your undies. So I'm going to diaper you for a while. " Kevin had been good enough to pick up some adult-sized didees when he went out for the enema supplies and I took some of the Vaseline and applied it to Diane's most intimate places between her legs, now all visible thanks to her shaving. Then I carefully slipped on the large diaper and used the attached tapes to complete the job. Lastly, as Diane began to cry again at the shame of being put into diapers at her age, I slipped up her legs yet another ignominious sign of her reduction to infantile treatment: a crinkly pair of plastic panties. Kevin burst out laughing as he looked at the ridiculous sight of this grown woman, once clearly in charge of me, who now was clad only in a diaper and plastic panties with little bunnies on them. The contrast to her naked tits and engorged nipples was almost artistic. We allowed Diane to put on a tee shirt and a large pair of shorts over her plastic panties. Then I told her to take the pail down to the utility room in the basement and carefully empty it in the drain there. While she was off on her shameful mission — I could just imagine her encountering some teenagers as she passed through the laundry room who, smelling the contents of the pail, might ask her if she had had an accident in her panties — I turned to Kevin, who knew I wanted to be held tight in his arms. He responded without my having to say anything, which made me feel warm and loved and happy. As he held me, I started to tell him what was on my mind. "Sweetie, I do appreciate your having been so helpful on this...project of mine," I said in a low voice. "I know you, though, and I know what's on your mind: you want to fuck her and I can't let that happen, at least not for a while." He kept his own counsel hearing that, but kissed me softly the way I love to be kissed, on my lips and on my cheeks and all over my face. "Her ass is going to be a bit sore from that enema," I went on, "but I think I can both please you and continue her training by allowing your lovely cock access to what I suspect is her virgin asshole. We may just have to send out for more Vaseline," I chuckled. Then Kevin plucked his cellular from his hip pocket and speed dialed a number, I heard him say. "Get the guys and sort of stroll through the laundry, and don't let the comments remain in your heads." When Kevin had hung up, I said: "You've sent a pack of nasty men to watch our little girl dump her bucket of shit! I think I'll take more counsel from you,dear. Now while she's gone, my puss was cleaned but that nice cock of yours could use a little attention." I knelt in front of Kevin and sucked and licked his cock. I tasted both of us as I enjoyed the heady mix, and when he began to stiffen in my mouth, I pulled off and asked: "Is this for me, darling? Or are you thinking of that asshole I promised you?" "Oh this is for you, dear, and you may select the hole and the position. Our little girl needs some exercise and body toning before I'll grant her the delight of my cock posting up her back door." I elected to return to the bedroom and lay across the bed, allowing my head to hang off the side. I'd be taking his rod into my mouth and hopefully partially into my throat. In this position he'd have maximum access to my oral depths, and I was praying he'd reach max. I then asked Kevin to feed me his meat stick, I'd put no limits on him tonight, I was far too randy and needed to be a bit of a whore. Thankfully, Kevin attended to my tits with one of his hands while his cock sunk again and again to the depth and beyond. I do admit I coughed and gagged a bit but the experience for me is so stimulating that my own hands were busy tending to my own flower. One hand was working a few fingers inside my once again sloppy pussy and the other was coaxing my clit from its slumber. Kevin's hand had already brought the 'girls' to attention and was kneading them marvelously. We had a bit of luck with us as a crying and dejected Diane came back, the crinkle from her plastic pants making it hard for her to sneak up on a deaf mute, let alone a couple of randy adults. The pail, now cleaned and hanging from a limp hand dropped as she took in the scene on the bed. I don't know how much Diane ever experimented with cock, but I sincerely doubt she'd seen anyone take a cock like I was then doing. She stood frozen in place staring at us and I noticed how red her face was with obvious shame. I pushed Kevin's cock from my mouth for a moment to ask her: "Did you have any problem on your errand, Missy?" She just cried and blabbered about something or other and I shouted for her to be quiet. Then I said: "Missy, you need to grow up and be a woman. I realize this is all new to you and had someone done this years ago you would not need the severity you do now, so many years of bad manners to correct. Now off to bed with you; Kevin and I will expect to have our breakfast here in bed tomorrow. Be a good girl and arrange that. Now off, I've a cock to eat." I paid no more attention to Diane then I would an ant in the back garden and while I didn't see her leave, the sound of her plastic pants told me when and where she'd gone. Kevin had returned his hard cock to my mouth and was now driving more quickly and while I did so much enjoy the feeling, I wondered if Diane's visit had spurred this need to cum, or was it my talents? Swallowing most of his tasty mix, I'd learned long ago to share. Kevin loved a post blow job kiss and a bit of his own cum to eat as well. I do hate to part with it, but I do want to make my man happy. So I shared a small bit with him, allowing his tongue to pull it from my mouth. I should admit I feigned trying to keep it, letting my own tongue fight his for it, but in the end Kevin had his taste and I had a good deal making its way to my belly. Curling up now with me in bed, Kevin settled while I set the alarm. "Les, tomorrow's Saturday, why the alarm?" "Darling, we have a child now, I think it would be the responsible thing to get Missy up through the night to prevent her soiling her diaper. I'm sure we'll both enjoy changing her. Now let's snuggle up and anticipate how much shame our little girl will embrace tonight." Wrapped in his strong arms I fell easily to sleep and I assume so too did my love. When the alarm summoned me at 2:00 A.M., I woke Kevin and together we went to Missy's room. I have to admit how proud I was to see her sleeping so soundly. A little angel she was. I slipped my hand inside her diaper and shook my head, then turned to Kevin and showed him my damp fingers. "Her little puss is wet I think maybe our little girl may have been playing with her own puss. Well a wet diaper is a wet diaper, go fetch a fresh one for me, dear, and I'll wake the girl. I do suppose a spanking now might disturb her sleep, do you agree?" When Kevin nodded I went and found my fiberglas rod that I'd used earlier, and asked Kevin to hold it for me. I then roused Diane from her slumber and remarked how she'd wet herself. I said she would sleep better in a dry diaper, so I gave her the command to assume the position. In her half sleep, it took her a bit of time but once in position, she held it while I removed the plastic pants and then the diaper. When I went to dispose of the soiled diaper I nodded at Kevin and he used a light fling of the fiberglas rod twice directly on her clit. Diane screamed as I knew she would, that's a painful place to take the rod. I went to her and gathered her in my motherly embrace and said to her somewhat sternly. "It's not a child's decision to play with her own sex parts. I hope this helps to remind you that all of your body's desires and needs will be met by either me or Kevin. Now back in position and let's get that dry diaper secured, Missy." I could see the tears streaking her cheeks as she once again assumed the position,, her legs spread so that her red streaked clit almost glowing in the light of her room. It was time now to rest, her lesson had been taught. Tomorrow we'd see how successful we'd been. I turned out the light and took my lover's hand and returned to the comfort of his arms and our bed. Diane came into my room the next morning with two cups of hot coffee and gently shook me awake. The aroma of that fresh hot coffee brought me quickly to my senses and I looked at Diane aghast that she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. What should have been an obvious bulge about her waist and crotch was missing; I let my irritation stew as I took the cup, and after sipping the delicious brew, said quite calmly: "Missy, where is your diaper? Why are you dressed?" Shock registered first, then humiliation crept into her eyes as she stammered: "I needed to go...to use the toilet...the tape was unusable....I thought...." "When I think you're capable of thinking for yourself, Missy, I'll tell you. Now take off those adult clothes. Then go to the linen closet and bring me a fresh diaper, the wipes, the powder and the plastic panties. You have a minute now, go!" She'd shed the skirt and blouse along with her panties and bra as I spoke and hurried off to collect the items as I'd commanded her. I'd risen naked from my bed and grabbed my hair brush and met her as she was coming back. "To your room Missy, I'll not have you soil my sheets." When we reached her room she immediately assumed the position on her bed for a diaper change, but I told her to get on her hands and knees and put her head down on the pillow allowing her ass present itself to me. Without word, I used the hair brush on her ass, reddening her cheeks as she sobbed into the pillow. I did not strike her as hard as I wanted to: I wanted no real damage, but I wanted her sore. She'd be taking Kevin's cock up her ass this morning, relieving Kevin of what he referred to as his morning wood. When her ass was sufficiently red and I could see the welts gently rising, I said: "Stay Missy, do not move." I heard her whimper her agreement to the kind of command one might use in canine parlance and went and woke Kevin. He was indeed hard, his morning wood causing him to grab me and it was all I could do to detach myself from his arms. I wanted what he had to give me in the worst way but seeing to Missy's lack of self control made using that wonderful cock this morning for other than my pleasuring, at least not directly. I knew that Diane had had only a few men in her life, none lasting long enough, none willing to put up with her laziness and lack of personal hygiene. I wondered if she were still a virgin but assumed that there must have been some boy in her early life who'd put up with her long enough to fill her virgin pussy with his cock. Her ass I was sure was never breached, and I would see that it was this morning. I told Kevin what I wanted him to do and if it was possible, I'm sure I saw his cock grow even larger with the thought. Missy Carries on for Me Kevin and I entered to see Missy as I'd left her. Her ass was red and looked sore but she'd ceased whimpering and turned her head to see us enter. I saw a slight shake of her torso as she saw Kevin, embarrassed once again to have her naked form so lewdly displayed for a man. "Move back on the bed, Missy, get your ass closer to the end." Diane left the comfort of the pillow and shuffled back on the bed and I spread her ass cheeks while Kevin applied a bit of KY to her rosebud. Diane whimpered loudly and moaned out a long "no" as Kevin worked some of the jelly into her asshole. When he'd felt sufficient lubrication was complete I let go of her ass and climbed on the bed, sitting spread legged in front of her face. I saw her tear filled eyes lock on to my open and available pussy and I suggested: "Missy, Mommy needs her pussy cleaned. Be a good little girl and take care of that." As she moved her face into my waiting pussy, Kevin placed his hard cock at the greased entrance to her ass and pushed slowly. As his rigid pole parted and stretched her tight opening, Diane screamed. The sound was lost in my pussy as I immediately pulled her face tight to me. Her continued screams worked well on me as the vibrations and movement of her mouth as she screamed felt wonderful and I began to feel my self dampen with my juices. Kevin's cock had pushed passed her sphincter and he had held still, thus somewhat quieting my little girl who used the moment to begin to lick and suck at my now needy puss. When Kevin pushed further into her ass, her tongue accelerated its movements and my pussy came alive with desire. I pushed my hips into her tongue as Kevin impaled his cock in her no longer virgin ass. I could see he had fully inserted his cock and was again giving Missy time to accommodate his stiff rod in her bowels. I was feeling the onset of an orgasm as Kevin slowly pulled back and then pushed back into Diane's tight asshole. Her discomfort was evident by the radical movement of her tongue in my pussy and the occasional grunt as the pressure of the invading cock registered in her own sexual reality. When it dawned on her that she could handle the pain and actually enjoy the cock that was now fucking her ass, she delved into eating my offered pussy and my orgasm built. I was on the verge of coming when Kevin started to fuck her ass hard and fast. His actions pushed Missy's face deep into me and the increased contact with her mouth and tongue set me off. I could see Kevin's cock going in and out of her ass and feel her tongue fucking me at the same time. I admit I lost my direction and let myself just enjoy the feel of Missy as she ate me and brought me off. I glanced up and saw by the way Kevin's face had contorted that he was about to cum and I regained some sense. "Not in her ass, Kevin, cum in her mouth, have her enjoy your cum with the flavor of her own ass." Kevin pulled his now soiled cock from Missy's stretched asshole and quickly replaced my pussy in front of her face. Missy clamped her mouth closed not wanting to take Kevin's cock in her mouth, not a cock that has just been in her ass. I pinched her nose till the need to breathe forced her to open her mouth and Kevin speared his ready to explode cock into that opening. He fucked her mouth hard, even bruising her lips, I'm sure, before he came. He held her head tight as he erupted inside her mouth and I saw her cheeks expand with the cum he'd been spewing. She was reluctant to swallow his offering. "Missy, it's rude to not enjoy what Kevin is willing to give you, now swallow that cum and do not spill a drop or you'll just have to do this all over again and again till you get it right for Mommy." Slowly the bulge in her cheeks receded as she swallowed and swallowed the cum Kevin deposited. When she seemed to have finished, I said: "Now show Kevin how grateful you are and lick his cock clean." Missy allowed Kevin's cock to slide from her mouth, took it in her hand, and then licked him till his cock glistened with her saliva, not with the drying cum or traces of her bottom. When she'd finished to my satisfaction, I asked Kevin to return to his breakfast while I diapered my girl. I decided to only use the diaper and plastic panties for now, leaving her tits naked. I pulled her to the kitchen and ordered her to finish serving us breakfast. I admit that the sound of her plastic panties crinkling as she hurried about the kitchen serving Kevin and I along with her tits bouncing and swaying got me randy and I wanted Kevin to come to my bed again but training Missy was today's primary objective. I did my best to quiet my own desires as I put Missy to work cleaning the apartment. Kevin showered and went off on some errands we'd discussed and I supervised Missy in her chores. I had the fiberglas rod in hand and used it when Missy seemed to slow and when she failed to satisfy my desired level of clean. I tried not to use it in the same place twice and by the time Kevin returned a few hours later, Missy had red stripes everywhere. Her tits were a frequent target as were her soft vulnerable thighs. I found it hard to concede to myself that I was tired because it had been such an exhilarating day. My once-proud academic supervisor was now again clad in a diaper and plastic pants and subject to the most complete humiliations being visited on her mind and body. It had been a nice day's work for this girl and for Kevin, I confidently reminded myself. Returning to my own bed in the early afternoon once Kevin returned, I smiled as I felt totally decadent as I crawled beneath the toasty covers and felt Kevin's sturdy stanchion poking right under my short nightie. He too had a grin on his face that was as warm as my overly wet cavern between my legs. I lay back contentedly and let my legs spread wide so that my puffed-up labia even managed to open their glistening gates to my treasures. Realizing what I needed after all this, Kevin responded as a caring, gentle lover should. His lovely prong slipped between my folds and insinuated itself, almost without my being totally aware, deep into my craving vaginal vault. He supported himself on his arms and moved in and out of my love canal with the finesse of a skilled craftsman. Rarely will women ever admit to themselves or anyone else, much less their lovers, exactly the way they most enjoy what does not always come naturally to them. I had managed to slip past all the usual preliminaries that would serve to whet my juices and loosen my sex for the good part. Oh so rarely could I just lie back, feel loved and happy, as well as delightfully filled, and enjoy the hell out of being royally and fabulously fucked. This wonderful time went on for what seemed like hours and I was amazed at how well lubed I was naturally, so I didn't even begin to feel sore and somewhat overdone down there. And yes, we both seemed to feel so good together, I almost wished it would go on forever. But finally, we both had that nice kind of easy cum. After he slipped out, we both quickly fell asleep for a while after a delightful morning and early afternoon. I had to go off and check on Diane. I was pleased that she was responding to my program for her. I walked into the kitchen still in my night clothes and she smiled and came over and gave me a nice big kiss. I told her I was pleased with what seemed like progress and that I would consider her performance as I determined her schedule. First, though, I told her she needed to be inspected and changed, if necessary. Without prompting, she went over to the kitchen table and sat up on it in the correct position. I untaped her adult diaper and let it drop between her legs. Since her taking Kevin in her rear, Diane had managed to stay clean and dry. I told her she was getting credit from me for this and then she pushed up into the classic diaper position so I could inspect her anal rosette. Diane's face did redden as she still apparently had not become accustomed to this indignity even though she could no longer boast of a virgin asshole. I spread her rosebud and inserted my finger. After a moment, I removed it. It did have a musky smell when I brought it to my nose but my finger remained clean. Because she had done so well, I told Diane she would get a promotion. I threw away her disposable adult diaper and brought out a pair of little girl panties. "Missy," I said, "you will advance as you show you have become attuned to your new status here. So regard being given these tight little panties as a promotion from the diapers." She frowned but put them on and I confess they did look ridiculous on Diane. I chuckled at the clear cameltoe the tight panties made for her. Then I showed her something I had found for her and she grimaced. It was a training bra, the kind that little girls wear when they reach puberty and their little buttons are suddenly expanding into miniature boobs. Diane of course was a big girl with nice-sized breasts so the training bra was very tight on her, but she put her blouse on over it. Then I reached into my handbag and brought out a small black leather notebook. "This will be your behavior book, Diane," I said, "and I want you to have it with you at all times. Either I or Master Kevin will make entries in it depending on whether you deserve credits for being good—you get two now, one for a clean diaper and a second for passing your anal inspection—or naughty marks for being a bad girl. I'm afraid that little frown will cost you a naughty mark, sweetie." I carefully made the entries in the book and Kevin joined me. Diane served us our light repast and I told her she could fix a plate for herself and motioned to her to join us. Diane was now permitted to dress as she normally would for going to her office at the university, except that she had on the little girl panties underneath her tweed skirt. Just as we were about to leave the flat, the doorbell rang. It was my good friend, Christine, who was not yet aware of how Diane's status had changed. Diane saw her, drew me aside after I had welcomed Christine and invited her in, and pleaded with me not to say anything. I told her it would depend on how she behaved, but I was proud of her growth and she should be too. I could tell by the look on Missy's face that she dreaded what might be said in front of her colleague. Christine noticed that Diane seemed unusually subdued. Kevin came in and we all had a nice chat. "Diane," Christine asked, "you look like...your underwear is a bit too tight for you if you don't mind my saying so." Diane blushed totally and was about to burst into tears. I told her to sit down and Christine looked amazed that my supposed supervisor was taking orders from me. "Yes, Christine," I said plainly, "Diane realized that she needs some more discipline in her life so she is being trained to learn her place and be ready to assume her responsibilities. Happily, Diane, or Missy as she is now called has done very well and just this morning I began to try her in little girl panties." Diane was shrinking and trying to hide her red face, clearly she was embarrassed. I hope that little bit of humiliation would do the trick. "Leslie," Christine inquired, with a grin, "do I get you right that you are in charge of Diane now and that she...gets punished by you?" "Yes," I said, "and when she is naughty, she does get disciplined," I added, without going into the embarrassing details. Diane by now had turned a deep red. She started to whimper and I told her to be quiet. She started to cry and I told her she had better stop it if she wanted to be treated as an adult. I admit I was a little mad at Missy for reacting this was so I said to her. "Missy, show Miss Christine the pretty little panties you just got for being so good." I think Diane would have reacted better if I'd simply put a revolver to her head and promised to pull the trigger, yet her hands slowly inched her skirt up till Christine, really all of us, could see her panties and how tight to her pussy they were. I noticed immediately what may have added to Missy's humiliating experience and decided to act on it now. Sometimes you need to react when the damage is done and sometimes you are better served to do it later, letting your child wonder about the possibilities. "Remove those panties, Missy, now and don't fiddle about. I'm sorry you have to see this, Christine, she really had been doing so well, but look!" I now held Missy's panties in front of Christine's face. "Look how she'd soiled them in just the short time she's had them on today." "So sorry, Leslie, I can see where this may look like a losing battle, but I do see some positive changes in your Missy." Christine smiled at Diane as she called her Missy, who stood there in shock with her hands still holding her skirt high, her pussy still on display, glistening with her sexual issue. At that, she let go her reserve and said, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take." A deep frown came over my face and I said, "Missy, you will apologize to me, Kevin, and Christine right now if you know what's good for you, or else..." And I reached into my handbag for my little rod. Seeing my hand go into the handbag, Diane panicked. "I'm sorry, Miss Leslie," she said with a quick tone, "I won't be naughty again." "Missy, you've a need to apologize to Miss Christine as well!" Christine seemed most amused by all this. I decided to embarrass Diane but not punish her in front of Christine...yet. "I'm sorry, Miss Christine, I am trying my best to learn." "Yes," I said to Christine as Diane watched with her jaw wide open, "Diane has been getting to know what this little rod feels like on her little heinie. Isn't that right, Missy?" Knowing that I would use the rod on her bare bottom in front of Christine if Diane weren't careful, she calmly nodded to me. Christine decided that she had overstayed her welcome despite her amazement and high curiosity. "Well, Leslie," she said, "it certainly looks like you have matters well in hand with our friend Diane." After I had shown her out, Diane looked fearful. "You're not going to ... punish me, are you, Miss Leslie?" I laughed. "Of course I am," I said, "and you're a very lucky girl that I didn't spank you or use the rod in front of Christine. Next time you are not likely to be so lucky." I sent Missy to her room, knowing that I was too ashamed of her childish behavior in front of Christine. I'd punish her, but later. Kevin broke my reverie and asked me a question that irked me. "So how long do you think they've been together?" It was such an odd question I could not immediately sense what Kevin was asking and the confusion on my face was simple enough for a man this close to me to read. "Christine and Diane, how long so you think they've been sleeping together?" "What? I'd have known, Kevin, I live with Diane. I'm sure you're off in left field on that one." "Yes, you do live with Diane, but you sleep with me quite a bit of the time. O.K., sleep isn't the true descriptive, but you are in my bed. How do you know what goes on here when you're gone? Besides, Christine could not take her eyes of Diane and when you made her remove her soiled panties, I saw true desire in Christine's eyes." I took some time to think about Kevin's assertions. As I reviewed the past six months or so in my mind, those little things one pays no attention to now gathered to for a picture, one I had never considered. When it all dawned on me, I looked at Kevin. "Our little Missy is dating? Here all along I felt she'd been trying to get in my drawers. I'd assumed she was a bit bi, like me, but it seems women are her main attraction. It should make your role in this a bit more interesting." "Leslie, just as long as I get to fill your sheath with my cock, you know I will always do what ever you need or want." "Kevin, don't ever fear losing my puss, dear man, I love when you pierce me and fill me, but our little Missy is going to learn all the ways she can take a cock, and I think we should film it and threaten to send it to her lover. " I was now ready to see Missy and I found her cowering in a corner of her room, her skirt bunched up and her pussy exposed. She said to me. "Ma'am, I'm sorry. I know I acted the spoilt child but I'd hoped my discipline here would remain here. Now I know it's going to spread all over campus. I'll be a laughing stock." "Missy, you have it all wrong, your lover won't tell anyone and besides, you were close to being a fool in everyone's eyes because of you own laziness. This discipline I am gifting you with will save your career." "My lover? Christine, you think Christine is my lover? Ma'am?" "Its so obvious Missy, now lose the clothes and take the position on the bed and get your ass ready for me." As she climbed on all fours, laying her head and shoulders down and leaving her ass high, she added: "If I'd take a lover,l it would have been you Ma'am. I'd not fancied Christine. At least I'd not thought of her in that way before now." I started the punishment, using Kevin's wide leather belt to lash at Missy's soft white ass cheeks. I give her credit that she did not scream as I gave her ten decent lashes on each cheek. I dropped the belt and ran my hands over her now warm and red bottom. As I felt her relax I slapped my hand on her reddened cheek and listened to her yelp at the suddenness of the slap. I did this for a while until Kevin sauntered in, his cock in his hand. He'd been listening and it evidently excited that part of him I loved. I looked down at his cock. "Well, do you think Missy is ready for you or shall I take the honors?" "I'll do as you ask, Les, but I'd prefer a woman to a child any day. Besides, do we even know if she's protected, you know taking the pill or whatnot?" I'd thought about it and had previously made a decision that I knew would shock Missy and maybe Kevin. I looked at Missy and her plumb red ass, her heavy breasts hanging down and her face turned to me imploring me to be gentle and kind. I told Kevin to fill her pussy with his cum. I watched Missy's face contort in horror as Kevin took her puss from behind. I knew that Missy had no need for birth control as she only licked pussy, I did not know when she'd be fertile but it had to come sooner or later and until she conceived I'd just have to share Kevin's cock. Shame for me really but then again, giving up a bit of cock, even a great cock for a month or two, was so much easier then carrying my own child.