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Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 01

By: tom6432



(This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are age 18 and over. If you do not enjoy spanking, humiliation and some fetish please do not read, as you will not enjoy the story. Thank you.) 

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WHAP! WHAP! SPANK! SPANK! "Young Lady, if you ever speak to me in that tone of voice again, I will tan your bottom so you won't sit for a week." 

My name is Tom Taylor and the young lady over my knee is Katherine Marie Johnson, my wife's mother. I am 35 years old, owner of my own computer consulting business. My mother is 48 years old, and is a slightly plumper version of my 25 year old wife, Karen Anne Taylor. Katherine is about 148 pounds, with long tanned legs and a gorgeous figure from working out every day.

She is dressed in her work outfit. Katherine works for a local retail store, and tends to wear a skirt and blouse, which make here look younger than her 48 years. She also wears stockings, high heels, panties and a Spandex panty girdle, because she feels it slims her backside.

Right now she is over my lap, with her blue skirt and half slip high on her back, her backside is bare and her pink lacy bikini panty, girdle and stockings are dangling ignominiously from her knees. I am spanking her with the hairbrush usually reserved for my wife.

Katherine is in the middle of a divorce and asked her daughter, if she could stay with us for 6 months. Karen approached me and I agreed, but under one condition: that she lives under my rules. There is only one rule to remember, that is, do not disobey me. If you do disobey it means anything from an old fashion bare bottom spanking, corner time, punishment outfit, and any other humiliation I can think of to embarrass the offender.

Karen, who has a perfect figure, learned her lesson, when we started dating four years ago. We have been married two years. Karen was the typical spoiled brat: first senior with a new car, prom queen, arrogant with an "I am better than you attitude," spoiled teenage handful. I met her, when she was a senior in high school, her father being a client of mine. We started dating a year later and I married her when she was 22. Her attitude has changed considerably from our first meeting.

I told Karen to invite her mother to our house for dinner. Karen would explain the rules and punishments that she could receive. If her mother agreed to be disciplined by me some 13 years younger, she could live with us.

Katherine came for dinner the following evening right from work. Karen was delighted to see her mother and they carried on like school kids laughing and giggling over every little thing. Once dinner was complete, I told Karen to finish the dishes with her mother, and bring a kitchen chair to the living room. Her mother gave me a strange look but said nothing.

I sat down on my recliner chair and read the paper, when both 'girls' appeared. Karen walked hesitantly with the straight-backed chair placed it in the center of the room and stood at attention in front of the chair. Katherine marched in with an attitude and started to sit on the couch. I looked at her and in no uncertain terms said: "Katherine Marie do not sit until I tell you to sit, Karen Ann has something to tell you," Her mouth dropped open she could not believe someone younger than her would speak to her in such a manner; even her husband never confronted her (Part of the problem.)

When she regained her composure, she started to yell: "NO ONE SPEAKS TO ME LIKE THAT, DAMIT," Taking off my reading glasses I rose from my chair and coming to my full 6 foot height I looked her in the eye completely intimidating her saying: "that outburst is going to cost you."

Katherine stood in place, she was shocked. I told my wife "face your mother and explain the rules in this household." 

Karen turned to face her mother and looked like she was going to melt. She stared at the floor, twisting her fingers like a little girl. She shifted her weight from one foot to another "Stop fidgeting Karen Anne, and stand up straight or I will give you a reason to fidget," I said in my most commanding voice. 

Karen pulled herself erect and began to recite the ritual we had practiced last night. "Mommy when I am a naughty little girl, I get my panties pulled down and my bare bottom is spanked until I am crying like a child. I am then sent to the corner and sometimes I have to wear a punishment outfit. If you live here you will have the same discipline, if you misbehave."

"Is that all, Karen Anne?" I asked.

"No Sir, please show my mother how obedient I am."

"Very good, Young Lady," I answered.

My mother could not believe that this was the same spoiled brat, who lived with her all those years.

"Karen Anne please lift your skirt slowly, front and back over your hips," I ordered.

Bending she reached for the hem and very slowly raised her skirt up her long legs. Her very tight white bikini panty was showing front and back. She had disobeyed me about the panties she was to wear today and she knew it.

"Turn your back towards your mother," She pivoted 180 degrees, and her Mother could see her bottom cheeks peeking out from her panties.

"Good, now lift." I ordered.

Karen immediately stood on her toes so that the calf and thigh muscles on her shapely legs were straining. My eyes traveled up her tanned legs from her heels to that sexy muscle on the back of the leg on up to the top of the stocking. Next, the few inches of white thigh between the end of the stocking and the edge of her panties, then on up to her rounded bottom covered by her white panty

"Down"

"Now lift," Once again she obeyed my command.

"Down."

"Lift."

"Down"

I sat on the kitchen chair, and positioned Karen on my right side. My hand slowly moved up her legs, tracing my palm across the backs of her thighs at the very apex where they join the first swelling of her bottom. I took the leg band of her panties and snapped it with my hand watching her cheek shake. I did the same with her left leg band.

"Now over my lap Young Lady," I said.

She bent over my lap in one motion, her head to my left and her legs to my right. I raised her skirt over her back and looked down at her tight bikini panty. The panty rode up her buttocks and squeezed in between her twin globes as she bent over exposing her backside to me. I rested my hand on her bare pure white bottom, slowly palming it in deliberate circles.

"Why are you wearing bikini panties, Missy, did I give you permission?" Her mother was looking at me with disbelief. She couldn't believe I even controlled my wife's panties selection.

"No Sir, but."

"There are no buts, Miss Taylor, when you disobey me you get disciplined: I am sure you thought you wouldn't be caught. Now I am going to tan your backside until you are crying, then you can go upstairs and get your little girl sleeper, and can spend 30 minutes in the corner with these panties over your head make sure you bring them back down with you."

"No please not in front of Mommy." She whined.

"You should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me."

"Now as for you Missy," I addressed my 48 year old mother, as if she were 8 years old. "I am going to give your naughty daughter an old fashion tanning for her disobedience. Once I am finished she is going up to her room to change. You can either leave or you can stay. If you stay you will obey my every order. You already have one spanking coming, and I am going to wash your mouth out with soap for your outburst. Now you decide."

I took the waistband of Karen's tight white bikini's and slowly lowered them over her hips turning them inside out, as I lowered them to her knee hollows, effectively pinning her legs. I raised my strong right palm and smacked her twice in succession across the lower half of each check. SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! I began to wallop her bare backside, one cheek than the other, over and over.

I swatted her 5 times on one cheek, than 5 on the other. I could hear her start to sob and she began to clench and unclench her buttocks in anticipation. I lowered my aim and once again smacked her at the base of her backside: the tender spot where the thighs meet the bottom cheeks. She now began to cry real tears, promising to be 'SOOOO GOOD.'

After some 5 minutes of spanking her bottom it was crimson from the top to the lower part of the back of her thighs. "Now, missy I want you to count to 10 and thank me after each spank."

SPANK! "One thank you Sir," as each swat landed she answered crying harder until she reached ten. She was now bawling and starting to hiccup not able to catch her breath. 

"Please no more I will be sooooo good," She sobbed.

"If you disobey me again and wear a panty you do not have permission to wear, I will spank you every day for a month. Is that clear?" I punctuated my question with 2 very hard wallops and ordered her off my lap.

"Now go up stairs and change into your sleeper and leave your bad girl panties where they are. Don't you dare rub," She did so leaving her panties tangled about her knees, as she slowly waddled up the stairs still holding her skirt at waist level and crying softly to herself.

I looked at my mother and knew I had won. Her shoulders were sloped and her head was down. She did not have the arrogant, spoiled attitude about her.

"I will stay," She said quietly.

"Good let's start your obedience lesson immediately. Raise your skirt I want to see what you are wearing under it."

"Do I have to? Please don't embarrass me."

I calmly walked over to her and circling her waist I bent her under my left arm and spanked her three quick times on her backside. It was obvious she had not been spanked, if ever, in a very long time, by the way she jumped.

"Now I am going to tell you once more to raise your skirt over your hips, unless you want to earn additional punishment, RAISE YOUR SKIRT NOW."

She hesitated for a second and then reached down for the end of the skirt and slowly lifted it up her long legs. Inch by inch her legs came into view, as her skirt reached the top of her thighs I saw that she had clear stockings attached to a white panty girdle. The garters of her panty girdle, located half way up the legs, pulled tightly on her nylons and the overall effect was to give her a rather trim figure. I could see the embarrassment and apprehension reflected in her eyes.

"Come over here you naughty little girl. Daddy is going to spank you until you cry. Forty-eight years old and still you need to be spanked. Tsk! Tsk!" I announced in a condescending voice.

I then tucked the hem of her blue skirt and half slip into her waistband. "I am going to teach you to be a good little girl. You have needed a tanning on your bare buttocks for a long time. You are arrogant, headstrong and spoiled, if I were your husband you would not get away with what you have been doing," I scolded.

"The demonstration in obedience that Karen showed you is what I will expect from you. I realize it will be awhile before you will be as obedient as Karen, but we will work on it. First though I am going to paddle you so you will understand what you can expect when you misbehave," I said. 

I reached up and worked my fingers into the waistband of the panty girdle. I began pulling the tight spandex girdle inside out over Katherine's full hips. I continued to tug the tight panty girdle down until I worked it over her full buttocks and on down her legs, until the waistband was down just below Katherine's knees. The legs of the panty girdle had been turned inside out and the garters dangled loosely, still attached to her clear nylon stockings. Her white nylon knickers stretched tightly over her plump hips and buttocks were all that remained to be removed.

I took her wrist and helped her over my knees, her skirt and slip were tucked into her waistband and her girdle at her knee hollows. Her bottom was ready for me to spank. First, I lowered her tight lacy white bikini panties and pushed them right down her legs until they were wedged behind her garters in front and dangling down almost to her knee hollows in back.

"We will be going shopping for panties more suited to your age, Katherine Marie." I knew she felt vulnerable and aware of her behind sticking up all bare. I then reached for the hairbrush on the table. I started patting her with it on her bare cheeks.

"You know Young Lady that this is where the hairbrush will have the most effect," I said, as I continued to rub her upper thighs with the flat side of the hairbrush. 

"You won't be able to sit comfortably the entire weekend without thinking of the spanking. I am going to cover your entire backside and make every inch sting."

I could hear her quietly sobbing as I adjusted her position over my lap. "Katherine Marie, before I start I want you to turn your toes towards the inside so you won't clench your cheeks," I could see the goose bumps forming on her cheeks as the cool air hit them.

I then began the hairbrush paddling. I swatted her first across both cheeks, then one globe and the other, over and over. I continued to tan her up one side of her buttocks and down the other. I could see the red splotches forming on her bottom cheeks. She was yelling that she would be good over and over.

She started crying early into the tanning, pleading "Please stop, I will be gooood," sounding like a child. 

Her crying had turned into loud hiccups as she tried to catch her breath. I held her waist with my left hand and started at the top of her thighs, 5 on one side and 5 on the other. I was determined to teach her a lesson she would not forget. She tried to kick her legs but was restrained by her panties and girdle at her knees.

"Put your head down further and lift your buttocks up higher, Missy. If you fall off my lap, I will spank you for the next 20 minutes," I raised my arm and with a quick wrist slap, spanked her right and left cheek in quick succession. 

'Owwwww No more Please, I'll obey, She cried loudly.

I finished spanking Katherine's bottom and set her on her feet. "Now get into the corner, until you compose yourself." 

I punctuated that order with a sharp swat to her behind. She immediately got up, totally mortified having been spanked by her son, tears running down her face. I took out my handkerchief stood up and made her blow her nose like a little girl. She walked slowly over to the corner. Her girdle, panties and stockings were dangling from her knees.

My wife came down the stairs, as her mother placed her nose in the corner of the living room. She was dressed in her one piece sleeper. Karen had bathed and washed the makeup from her face, her hair was tied into two pigtails. She was trying very hard to please me. The sleeper was bright pink, with a bunny on the top corner, it had room for her feet and a zipper down the front all the way between her legs until it reached the back flap, which she had left unbuttoned exposing her bare red buttocks. In her hand rolled up in a ball was her white bikini panty which had got her in trouble tonight.

Standing up I towered over her, I extended my hand and she handed me her undies. I held it between my two hands in front of her face. I could see that it was one size to small and it had extra high cut legs, it was almost a thong. "This is unacceptable little girl, from now on we will have a panty inspection before you leave the house. You will find me, and raise your skirt or lower your jeans to show me what you are wearing. It had better be your full cut cotton underwear or your Disney character little girl panties I bought you. Is that clear?" I was about 5 inches from her face she was completely dominated.

"Yes Sir," .Karen started to sob again. I could see the total submissive look in her eyes.

I turned her slightly damp panties inside out and taking the gusset told her to hold the very tip with her teeth. I then took her ear lobe and sitting down I gently took her over my lap. "I am going to use the hairbrush on your backside, if you drop the panties we will start all over. I am going to give you a touch up of about 10, so you will be a good girl." Taking the flap on her sleeper, I pulled it up as far as it would go and opened her zipper so that her full rounded bottom was available to me.

I reached for the hairbrush and with one quick snap I spanked her right cheek. The second and third were on the same cheek. The fourth, fifth and sixth were on the left globe. She was starting wiggle on my lap and her legs were kicking up and down. I could hear muffled cries, as she struggled to hold her panties in her teeth. "Four moreYoung Lady, I hope you have learned your lesson. After I am finished go out to the kitchen, and get your spanking stool you are going to spend the next half hour bottom up with your bikini over your head," Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! All landing on the middle of her backside.

Up she got off my lap and started to dance from one leg to the other, her panties in her teeth, pigtails flopping up and down in her pink bunny outfit, her backside was the color of her PJ's.

"ENOUGH now get your stool," I swatted her towards the kitchen. 

Back she came placed the five foot stool in the middle of the room. I took the panties from between her teeth, turned them right side out and stretching them placed the front over her head covering her nose. The leg bands I placed over each ear to hold them in place. With her head completely covered she bent over the stool, so that her backside was facing the doorway. Her head was near the floor and her legs were stretched out behind her. Karen was completely mortified and humiliated.

I then turned my attention to Katherine, who was standing in the corner still crying. "Okay Kathy let's go into the kitchen its time to wash your mouth out with soap."

I took her by her ear, her girdle and panties still dangling from her knees. Her face was tear-streaked and her makeup all smeared. She was sniffling that she 'would be good.' I gave her a fast spank across the middle of her bare bottom and that seemed to make her move towards the kitchen. 

"I told you I was going to wash your mouth out with soap and I intend to make it happen: you will not speak to me in that tone of voice again," I ordered.

I led Katherine over to the kitchen sink and released my hold on her earlobe. Katherine had no time to recover, as she saw me pick up the half-used bar of soap from the soap dish. "No please no." I heard her cry.

Katherine took a step back. "Don't you dare move Young Lady!" I ordered. 

Katherine was terrified. She stood frozen, while I held the soap under the water and worked up a good lather. When I was satisfied, I pulled Katherine towards me and leaned her over the sink, holding her by the back of the neck. The lathered-up bar was in my other hand, poised for action.

"Noooo!" She began to cry.

It was exactly what I was waiting for her to do. When Katherine opened her mouth to say 'No': I slid the bar of Ivory in between my 48 year old mothers lips. "Young Lady, when I tell you not to speak unless spoken to, I mean it!" I lectured: twisting and turning the bar of soap as I spoke.

A soapy foam dribbled down Katherine's chin and blouse. The taste was horrible! She gargled and almost gagged as the acrid-tasting soap coated her tongue and permeated every pore in her mouth. Still, I toyed with the Ivory, moving it back and forth and in and out. "Are you learning anything Missy?" I asked.

Katherine nodded her head as much as my hand would allow. I withdrew the soap and allowed her to spit out the remains into the sink. It would do no good; the soapy taste would remain in her mouth for hours.

"All right Young Lady!" I stated emphatically. "Its time for the next part of your lesson! You have been a very naughty girl, treating her as if she were 8 instead of 48, Now Young Lady march yourself into the living room, find the nearest corner, put your nose flat against the wall and place your hands on top of your head." I told her.


Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 01



The still-coughing Katherine turned and half tripping because of her underclothes walked slowly to the nearest corner. The mouth-soaping had taken all resistance out of Katherine, as she hobbled past me. She looked like she was foaming at the mouth, and the front of her blouse was all wet. She couldn't even speak the taste of soap was still overpowering. She began crying and that made it worse.

Once she reached the corner I took the bar of Ivory and pinching her nose to have her open her mouth. I inserted the soap into her mouth. I knew we had two very sorry girls. One with a red bottom bent over her spanking stool, pj's on, bare bottom up, panties over her head. The other one was in the corner with a bar of soap in her mouth.

"Girls tomorrow we will go shopping for punishment clothes for you Kathy."



Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 02



(This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are age 18 and over. If you do not enjoy spanking, humiliation and some fetish please do not read, as you will not enjoy the story. Thank you.) 





"Okay girls it time to get dressed, we are going shopping for Kathy's punishment outfit," I called upstairs to my 25 year old wife and her Mother of 48. 

Both girls were being disciplined this weekend, my wife for wearing the wrong panties, and my Mother-In-Law for having a bratty mouth. Katherine had agreed to be under my strict discipline in exchange for staying with us while going through a divorce. Both she and my wife, Karen, had been spanked among other things last night. We were going to shop for Katherine's punishment dress similar to Karen's.

Karen's punishment outfit was a typical schoolgirl uniform. She wore the traditional outfit of St. James Academy for Girls, starched white blouse, blue skirt, blue knee socks and loafers. I had met Karen when she was a senior at St. James and had saved her uniform. It was much tighter and shorter now that she was 25 years old and her figure was that of an adult. Karen hated her punishment clothes. I am going to get the same thing for her 48 year old Mother-In-Law unknown to her.

Karen and Katherine came down the stairs; her mother was dressed in jeans with a blue sweater. Her jeans fit her snuggly, she looked very sophisticated. She had gone home after her punishment session and got a few things before moving in with us. She was freshly showered, with a slight touch of makeup and looked none the worse from her spanking session last night.

Karen, on the other hand, was dressed in her school girl uniform, her skirt ended about mid-thigh she had to be very careful when she bent over or sat down that she didn't show her underpants. Her hair was carefully crafted into two pigtails hanging down her back. Karen's face was freshly scrubbed and contained no makeup and her hair was shampooed. She looked the typical 14 year old school girl with her Daddy: except I was her 35 year old husband, and in charge of both girls.

"Karen come over my lap I am going to spank you and check your panties to make sure they are the right pair. I want you to be a good little girl today and do everything 'Daddy' says. It will be your turn next, Kathy," She hated being called Kathy.

Karen obediently stood at my right side her skirt was up to her thighs, as she stood at attention. She handed me to 2 safety pins and waited for my nod. I looked up at her and nodded my head and she stretched her hands in front of her, bent at the waist and carefully climbed over my knees. Her short skirt rose to the tops of her tanned 

thighs. Karen's long legs stretched to the right side and her head was almost touching the ground on the left side. I took the hem of her blue skirt and lifted it up her back to her white starched blouse. I saw a pink pair of plastic panties with another pair peeking out from underneath the plastic panties.

She was wearing two pairs of panties, both childish and humiliating. I questioned her about them? "Why are you wearing a plastic panty over your frilly undies?" I asked her patting her bottom as I asked.

"Sir you indicated the crinkling of the plastic panty will notify people I am approaching and the frilly baby panty will remind me I am still a little girl," She sniffled.

"Is my daughter wearing plastic panties?" Katherine practically shouted. "Who dares to do that to my little girl?" Immediately she regretted what she had said. 

I gave her my most dominating stare and said in a very low but commanding voice "I did now you lower your jeans and place yourself over Karen's spanking stool I think you require a lesson with the groove strap."

Without a protest Katherine went to get the spanking stool, I patted Karen's plastic panties. They crinkled and creaked as they were brand new. "I am pleased that you are so obedient, let's see what we have under the plastic undies." 

I slowly lowered her plastic panties to her knees to find a pair of white rumba baby panties. They had several layers of lace across the backside. The lace was pink in color and matched her baby plastic pants. These were also lowered to her knee hollows. I now could see her still pink fanny cheeks from her tanning last night

Next I took the two safety pins opened them and firmly pinned her skirt to the blouse she was wearing so that when she stood her panties or bare backside would be exposed. 

Katherine entered the living room carrying the spanking stool. I motioned for her to come over beside me. She did and I unsnapped the top button on the jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. She was still wearing her panty girdle only this one was much tighter than the one from yesterday.

"Kathy bend over the spanking stool and wait for me," I ordered

Over the stool she went her spandex girdle sticking up over the stool, squeezing her fanny cheeks together. Her head and arms hung straight down and her legs were stretched over the other side of the stool. Her toes were about 4 inches off the ground. In this position she was completely helpless, and with her girdle showing mortified and embarrassed.

I rubbed Karen's cheeks with my palm round and round. Raising my right arm I whacked her fully across both globes. WHACK! Owwwww! Karen cried and tried to kick her legs which were pinned by her panties. WHACK! SPANK! SPANK! her backside was being spanked one cheek than the other over and over. Karen was jumping on my lap because the spanking I was giving her was on top of the tanning she had received last night.

I then started on her thighs right at the crease, I spanked her on one leg than the other until each thigh was a bright red. Lower and lower I went until I reached her plastic panties. The back of her legs were bright red and anyone who saw them would know she had just been spanked, Karen Anne was bawling her eyes out. Finally after about 5 minutes I stopped spanking her.

"Okay, Karen Anne you may get up now." She slowly rose from my lap, her hands immediately went to her backside, and she started to rub it vigorously as she did a funny dance hopping from foot to foot. I let her dance away for a few seconds, she knew how foolish and childlike she appeared and her face turned bright red. 

"Enough pull up your rumba panties, leave your plastic panties where they are and put yourself over the arm of the couch with your cute little panties facing me," She slowly reached down inside her plastic undies and pulled her frilly little girl underwear up and over her adult hips wiggling as she did. 

Walking slowly over to the living room sofa, her plastic pants crinkling as she almost waddled trying to hold up the extra set of panties. Karen lowered herself over the couch arm, her backside facing me. Her head was resting on the first pillow and her arms were stretched over her head, Karen's legs were slightly spread so her panties would not fall and the schoolgirl dress remained pinned to her blouse.

I got up off the chair and walked over to Katherine, who was wondering what the groove strap punishment meant. "Now Young Lady, you are going to learn what happens to little girls that continue to open their mouths and backtalk me, when they should be submissive and respectful. I am going to give you 6 swats with this groove strap. I only use it occasionally, but I guarantee you will remember this punishment for a long time." 

I reached into the waistband of her panty girdle and began to roll it down her hips. It was extremely tight and required me to yank it forcefully downward, pulling her to tight, bright yellow underwear down with her girdle, exposing her light pink bottom covered with some red splotches from yesterday's hairbrush tanning.

She remained in her 90 degree angle position, as I took the sides of her fanny cheeks in each hand and pulled them apart exposing her rosebud to my view. I could see the tears of shame and humiliation in her eyes as she submitted to me.

"Okay, Kathy I want you to reach back and keep your cheeks spread as wide as you can, I am going to strap you with my groove strap. This strap I reserve for bad little girls who do not learn their lesson the first time. It is going to sting an by the time I am through with you, you will be one sorry naughty young lady"

"Wider!"

She spread her legs as wide as she could as she griped her cheeks. I could see clearly in between the juncture of her fanny globes. Taking the groove strap which is about a ten inch long narrow strip of leather, I whistled the strap through the air; Katherine had a good idea of what was to happen and started to wiggle in anticipation. She knew it was going to sting.

I. started the strapping on the inside of the right cheek, where it was still white and quickly punished the left side. "DO not let go of those cheeks Katherine," I continued with 2 on one side then 2 on the other. I then aimed for the exact middle, right down the groove twice. By this time my Mother-In-Law was crying uncontrollably.

Karen had the groove strap administered to her a few times, but only when she was particularly naughty. It was something I rarely do, but it was very effective and lasted for several hours. Each time the cheeks squeezed together the punishment is remembered. 

I let Katherine compose herself and then ordering her up I took her by her left ear and marched her over to the corner. She couldn't move quickly because of the girdle and panties tangled at her knees and the sting in between her cheeks. Before she reached the corner I took my hankie out and made her blow her nose, as if she were 6 years old. 

I then swatted her on the plumpest part of her backside and told her to put her nose flat against the wall.

A waited about 10 minutes until Katherine stopped her loud sobs and then said: "Okay girls its time to go shopping. Karen Anne pull up your plastic panties. Kathy pull up your under things and your jeans. NOW MOVE."

Both girls obeyed my orders immediately, Karen raising her plastic panties and Kathy her tight panties and jeans. Her panties cut into her middle right where she had just been strapped she was one sorry young lady as she tried to get comfortable with her panties and jeans digging into her crease. 

Both girls walked to the car very quietly, my Mother-In-Law makeup was smeared from crying. She could not walk very fast because of the sting in between her legs every time she moved. Luckily they did not have to go outside as the car was parked in the garage. Karen's plastic panties continued to crinkle and my Mother-In-Law continued to sniffle and kind of hobble. 

When we reached the car I placed both girls in the back seat like toddlers and buckled their seatbelts. I ordered Karen to take down both pairs of her panties and sit bare bottomed on the seat. Kathleen also took down her jeans, girdle and yellow panties. 

We drove into town and I explained to both girls that I did not want any trouble or I would have no problem disciplining them. Katherine was going to get her schoolgirl outfits, panties and plastic pants and Karen was going to get another supply of underwear. It took about 15 minutes to drive to town, mostly in silence with some quiet sobbing coming from the back seat.

I pulled up in front of the store called St James for Girls Outfitters. I took both girls by the hand, as if they were children. Karen was mortified as her dress was still pinned and her pink plastic panties were showing, she kept reaching back trying to cover them up. In addition her legs were bright red; everyone would know she had just been spanked. Katherine also had that well spanked look about her, makeup smeared, walking kind of stiffed legged.

As we opened the door the bell above rang to notify the sales girls that a customer was inside. The owner was Mrs. Emily Johnson and the sales girl was her daughter Susan Johnson. This business had existed over 50 years and was as old as the St. James School for girls.

I had dealt with Mrs. Johnson several times regarding Karen's punishment outfits; she was the same age as my Mother-In-Law and was a firm believer in discipline for women of all ages. She was very strict and spanked her daughter who was the same age as my 25 year old wife. She had spanked Susan it in front of me on a few occasions. 

"Welcome, Mr. Taylor and what do we have here," She said looking at both girls.

I began to explain my mission that both Karen and Katherine were being punished this weekend and I wanted a school girl outfit for my Mother-In-Law, including panties and plastic pants.

I turned Karen around to show Mrs. Johnson; Karen started to back away so I swatted her a few times across her plastic panties. "I see you had to discipline Karen already today, my her legs are a bright red I bet her bottom matches."

"Yes it does, "I answered.

"And who is this?" motioning to my Mother-In-Law.

"This is my Mother-In-Law she is going to be living with us for the next six months; I want a few school girl outfits for her, for when she is naughty." I answered.

"I believe we can help you, no problem. My daughter Susan can assist you. Susan please show Mr. Taylor and his Mother-In-Law some of the larger school girl outfits."

"Yes Mommy," Susan said very respectfully.

"Now what does this naughty little girl need, Mr. Taylor?" She asked.

"A few more little girl panties, one size smaller, and some more plastic pants. She can pick them out," I answered

"Come this way, Karen," Mrs. Johnson grasped Karen's ear and gave a firm slap across her backside. "I don't want any trouble from you."

Meanwhile, Katherine was taken to the dressing room, where I had ordered her to strip to her underwear. Standing there in her bra and bright yellow panties, Katherine was mortified. Susan brought several school girl outfits into the dressing room and had her try on each one as I sat watching. I could see that Katherine was getting more and more frustrated and was expecting an outburst any minute. I closely inspected each of the skirts and blouses on her making small adjustments to the length of the skirts. I made her display her panties, having her bend over for me, having her dress and re-dress. She was starting to lose her temper.

She didn't disappoint me. "I will not try any more of these clothes ON!" She stomped her foot and reached for her jeans." I am 48 years old not some child. I am old enough to be her mother and will not accept this nonsense any longer. I am leaving give me my clothes."

"STAND RIGHT there Young Lady. We will see what you will accept. Susan please come here bring a straight backed chair and a hairbrush. You are going to spank this little girl for her outburst," I ordered

"No I will be good, no more, I will be good. Please don't have her spank me." Katherine started to sob.

"You should have thought of that before your outburst."

Susan came back with the chair and the hairbrush into the dressing room. "Now Susan I want you to spank this bad girl just like your Mommy spanks you. Is that clear? If you do not do it correctly I will have your Mommy spank you." Susan blushed and sat on the chair hairbrush in hand. 

I walked Katherine over to Susan and laid her over her lap. Here was a 25 year old about to spank women of 48 as if she were a child. "Lower her panties, Susan," She did. 

"Now spank her bare buttocks until she decides she will be a good little girl and says she is sorry," She did. Whack! Whack! Whack! .........Whack! Whack!....Whack! 25 hard swats later. Katherine was crying and kicking promising to be good and saying she was sorry to Susan.

"Okay Susan let her up," Up she got jumping from leg to leg, her groove strap punishment still smarting, now being spanked on top of that. "I am... soooo sorry, no more ple..se."

After about 30 minutes Katherine had 3 outfits, the same as Karen. She also had several pairs of little girl cartoon character panties, footed PJ's, and about 6 plastic panties. Karen also had several panties and plastic sets. 

Both girls were now dressed identically. Tight white blouses, short blue skirt which ended 4 inches above the knee, blue knee socks, and loafers. Their undies were also identical, both wore little girl rumba panties and plastic pants and both were pinned in the back.

Both my wife and Mother-In-Law were very subdued in their punishment dress. "Okay girls thank Mrs. Johnson for helping you dress so nicely."

Both girls said "Thank you Mrs. Johnson," in unison, knowing the punishment for disobeying me.

"Okay girls, hold hands, we are going. Kathy, I noticed when you were trying on your panties that you had not shaven. When we get home I am going to shave you down below. I want you smooth from now on just like Karen Anne."

Both girls held hands they looked like twins, they had their heads down and both of their faces were bright red. We walked out the front door; the girls were trying to cover their underpants with their free hand, as we walked the short distance to the car. 

Unfortunately, for them an 8 year old girl walking with her mother noticed them. She asked her mother in a loud voice "How come those big girls are wearing plastic pants, do they wet themselves?" 

Her mother answered "I am not sure honey, I think they are being treated like that because they were bad little girls, see the red spank marks on her legs, just like Daddy spanks you."

"Yes Mommy," She answered.

My 48 year old Mother-In-Law and her daughter were completely embarrassed and got into the car as quickly as possible. "Both of you sit on your bare bottoms, your punishment is far from over," I ordered.



Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 03



 (This story is fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 18 or older)




Both of my young ladies sat in the back of the car with raised skirts, with both sets of panties down to their knees as they sat on the cool leather seats. They were wearing their punishment outfit, which was a school girl uniform. The skirts were thigh length along with a button up blouse and two pairs of panties. The undies consisted of a frilly white cotton full cut, and plastic panties that crinkled when they walked.

Opening the back door of the car I made sure they both had their seat belts buckled just like a Daddy taking care of his two children. I smile as I watch both my 48 year old Mother and my 25 year old wife wiggle uncomfortably. My wife and Mother-in-law are being punished by me for backtalk and overspending. We had just finished shopping at St. James Academy for Girls school store. My name is Tom Taylor and I am 35 years old. I can see how mortified both girls are by their blushing red cheeks. We travel the main road back home with both girls cringing, as we pass street after street not wanting to be recognized. Finally we reached home pulling into the garage. 

"Okay girls pull up your panties," I say.

They both do so quickly, as I unbuckle their seat belts and allow them to leave the car. Both girls carry their packages inside the house. The packages consist of their school girl uniforms' and additional panties bought at St James Academy School for Girls store.

As soon as we arrive inside and the girls place their packages down, I notice my wife, Karen Anne, starting to fidget. I know exactly what is happening, but decide to wait before saying anything. 

She walked over to me and began to whisper in my ear, when I raise my hand to stop her. 

"What is it Missy?" 

"May I speak to you alone Sir?" She asked quietly still wiggling. "I think I know your problem, Karen," I say. "You know the rule." 

"Please don't make me say it out loud," she pleaded. I notice you are now going back and forth between your two feet like a child. Her hand is between her legs trying to hold the pee back, and she is doing her pee-pee dance.

My Mother dressed in her schoolgirl outfit had a quizzical look on her face, as she watches the discussion between my wife and my self. 

"What is the matter Karen?" She asks. I shoot her a stern look, as I wish no interference. I can see her face blush, as she quickly shuts her mouth not wanting another spanking. I smile as I see that she is learning her place.

Finally, Karen states the obvious. "May I go potty, Daddy?" I see her head drop, as she utters those awful words. Not wanting her to get off the hook so soon I say "What do you have to do Karen Anne?"

I hear an audible gasp from my Mother, as she can't believe I am treating Karen like a child. Although you would think she would realize what is going on based on how the both of them are dressed.

"Pee-pee Daddy and please hurry I have to go badly," I watch as she practically crosses her legs trying to not to pee in her panties. "You know if you dare tinkle now you will be placed in diapers." 

"Okay you may go to the potty room and wait for me. Come with me Kathy," I say to my 48 year old Mother.

I watch as you fly upstairs to the bathroom. I follow along with my Mother. I enter the bathroom and see she has taken the small potty chair, lowered her plastic panties and ruffled panties and sat down quickly. The chair is about 6 inches off of the ground, so that her knees are almost touching her chin. The potty chair has her name stenciled on the back in big pink letters. It says 'KAREN'S POTTY.' The commode is made of enamel, not plastic, so when she pees you can hear the loud tinkle of pee come squirting out. Within a few seconds the room fills with the sound of pee hitting the enamel commode causing Karen to blush a deep red.

"When you are being punished Missy," turning to my Mother, "you will always ask to go potty and you will use your own potty chair, which will have your name on it. The exception is if you are having diaper punishment."

"What! That is ridicules I am much too old to be using a potty chair and I will never be diapered. It is bad enough I am dressed like a schoolgirl with ruffled panties and plastic training undies. You have gone too far," she said.

"Oh really we will see about that," I say glaring at my Mother. "Wipe your daughter, and report to my bedroom with Karen Anne." I order as I turn and head to the bedroom leaving her flabbergasted.

In a few moments I hear the bathroom water running in the sink. The girls dry their hands and wind up in the Master Bedroom. I watch as both girls enter not knowing what to expect they stand next to each other. My wife, a carbon copy of her Mother, except her hips are narrower and her breast are smaller. The schoolgirl outfits they are wearing clearly show the difference. The hems of their skirts are short showing much of their well-toned tanned legs and thighs. Any bending will give a glimpse of their plastic panties. The short white socks and the Mary Jane shoes touch off the outfit. 

As my Mother looks around the room she spots a strap, paddle and hairbrush on the nightstand. She also sees a rubber mat on the bed along with baby powder, a pacifier,

several pairs of diapers, plastic panties, wash cloth and a rectal thermometer. She remembers what I had told her just a few minutes ago about diaper punishment, and her tummy begins to do flip- flops.

Looking at Kathy I explain: "I am displeased with your attitude, Missy," talking to her as if she were a child. "Clearly, you need to be taken down a peg or two. I did not like your back talking a few moments ago, so you are going to be treated like a 4 year old. You will be spending the rest of the day in diapers and a tee shirt, so you will get the message that in my house I am in charge."

"No, No never," She yells.

"Karen get your spanking chair and your hairbrush I am going to teach your Mommy a lesson in obedience." Karen quickly did as she was told. I walked over to my Mother; I took two safety pins from the nightstand and lifted her skirt high onto her back. I pinned the skirt to her blouse revealing her plastic panties. I swatted her plastic panties with my palm making a loud spat as my hand connected with the plastic. My Mother-in-law jumped and reached for her back side until she saw me motioning not to touch.

"Lower your plastic panties to your knees," I order. I watch as she did as ordered. She stood with her hands at her side showing her frilly white school girl panties on display. To embarrass her further I reached inside her panty covered front and stroked in between her slit. She was gushing wet. 

"Open your mouth," I said.

Kathleen looked like she wanted to argue, but thought better of it. I took my very wet middle finger and placed in her mouth allowing her to suck her own juices. I turned towards the straight-backed chair, which was labeled 'Karen Anne Spanking Chair' in bright pink letters. My Mother had no choice but to follow, as my middle finger was still in her mouth as she sucked submissively.

"After you apologize, the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth between now and bedtime is: "Yes Daddy,", and "No Daddy," Is that clear understood Missy?"

"Yes Daddy," her subdued answer came softly.

I walked to the padded straight-backed chair, my Mother following, still sucking on my finger. Sitting I released the finger from her mouth and had her stand in between my legs. I reached under the front of her very short skirt and grasped the waistband of her frilly undies. I lowered them very slowly taking my time so as to shame her even more in front of her daughter. I pulled her panties down her wide hips causing her to wiggle slightly as they dropped past her buttocks. Down they came as I stretched them out and turned them inside out exposing the wetness between her legs. I rested them at her knees near her plastic panties.

'Open your legs so they don't fall," I ordered. She spread her legs, but I was not satisfied, and slapped her inside thighs making her spread even further.

"When is the last time you were spanked prior to me spanking you, Missy?" I asked.

"I don't know Daddy," she said shaking her head.

"Maybe that is part of the problem young lady," I stated.

"Did you ever discipline Karen Anne, when she misbehaved?" I asked.

"No Sir"

"So you have left it up to me to discipline both of you. Is that correct, Young Lady?" I questioned knowing the answer.

"Yes Daddy," she stammered now totally shamed. 

Her face was scarlet, Kathleen looked like a child and not the 48 year old Mother she was. She stammered an apology, for her back talk, almost breaking into tears from frustration and embarrassment. She was now completely humiliated to be standing before me her 35 year old son about to be spanked. 

"Place yourself across my lap," I instructed. She obeyed as she backed out from between my legs and came to my right side her panties still at her knees.

She placed herself over my knees in one quick motion continuing to keep her legs spread to insure her panties remained at her knee hollows. Her fanny is larger than my wife's backside. It is apple shaped, firm, rounded and well-seated from her regular work outs; I tapped her bottom a few times with my palm and noticed how it maintained its shape. I spread her cheeks with my thumb and forefinger to embarrass her further and examined her pink rosebud.

"Make sure your little pucker hole is clean I will be inspecting it daily. If it is not clean I will give you an enema to teach you to clean it thoroughly. Little girls usually don't clean very well back there after going potty. Is that clear young lady?"

'Yes Daddy," she answered.

"Move up on your toes so that your backside is nice and high and turn your toes inside towards each other so you don't clench your cheeks," I order. I waited as she got into position as her bubble cheeks pushed upwards towards my palm.

I slapped her right cheek very hard followed by her left cheek. I heard Kathleen gasp as the sting reached her brain. Kathy's legs were effectively held in place by the two pairs of panties. I could see two bright red marks on her cheeks.

Taking the hairbrush I started to spank her bottom snapping my wrists, which caused each blow to sound like a pistol shot. I could see the hairbrush impact on her cheeks flattening them and watched as they bounced back in shape. Each smack produced a rosy red splotch upon impact. I aimed each stroke lower and lower beginning at the center of her 48 year old bottom right down her thighs to her bunched up panties. My Mother was yelling and sobbing that she would be "so good." 

Over and over the hairbrush landed, her plump backside was turning a fire engine red from the strokes of the hairbrush. She stopped kicking accepting that I was tanning her backside and in control. She was sobbing uncontrollable like a child both from shame and the heat of her buttocks. I stopped the tanning, but not before I landed two firm swats to the crease at the top of Kathy's thighs making her squeal and starting her tears all over again.

"Are you going to backtalk again Missy?"

"No Daddy," she was resigned to obeying me.

"If you do I will spank you again and soap your mouth. Is that clear Missy?" I said as I stood her up.

"Now blow your nose," I said as held a Kleenex to her nose as if she were a child.

"Karen Anne we are going to have lunch downstairs, but first I want you to double diaper you're Mother and dress her in plastic panties and a tee shirt. Make sure you put her hair in pig tails and bring her pacifier and baby bottle. If she misbehaves you have my permission to spank her." I said.

"Is that clear young lady?" I say just as I hear the doorbell ring downstairs. 

'Yes Daddy" I hear Karen, as I go downstairs to answer the doorbell.



Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 04



(This is a total fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and other fetish. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 25 year old or older.)

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The door buzzer keeps buzzing over and over. The more it buzzed the more curious I became. Who would be so rude?

Clearly someone wants my attention. When I open the door I see my next door neighbor's 28 year old daughter. She is dressed to go somewhere in a blue sundress with two inch white sandal heels and ankle straps. The dress is cotton and loose fitting with thin shoulder straps. The hem ends just above her knee. She has on either beige pantyhose or stockings I could not tell. Her face is perfectly made up with understated makeup and pink lipstick. The pink lipstick matches her nails and toe polish. Her shoulders and arms are tan from sun bathing. She looks sophisticated and grown up.  

She is my neighbor's oldest daughter, Cassandra, who now lives at her Mother's house since her divorce. . Her Mother, Emily, manages the St James Academy for Girls store. I visited her this morning when I purchased punishment outfits for my wife and Mother. She has one other daughter who works with her on Saturday.

Cassie breezed past me into the living room. I watch as she twirled to face me giving me a look at her beautifully toned legs. Clearly she was flirting with me. She did not realize when she twirled, that she gave me a look at her pantyhose covered thighs. As long as I have known her, she thought her beauty allowed her to get away with most things, which is one reason her marriage failed. Her lack of respect and 'I am better than you' attitude caused her the most problems.

In her right hand I notice she held a sealed envelope. I walk over to her slowly and she hands me the envelope saying: "Tom read this note from my Mother. Hurry as I am late for a date with my girlfriends,"  again no politeness just a sense of entitlement. She needs a lesson in behavior. She reminds me of my wife a few years ago, and my Mother just yesterday.

Again she complains: "Would you read the note, damn it, I do not have all day. I have to be on the other side of town in 15 minutes and you are holding me up." She is tapping her foot and her arms are crossed across her chest, as if to say 'I can't believe he is taking so long.' Her attitude is that of a spoiled child.

As I was about to respond to her, my 25 year old wife, Karen Anne, and my 48 year old Mother, Katherine came downstairs. They held hands. My wife is dressed in her punishment outfit consisting of a St. James Academy for Girls uniform; it was a short thigh length girl's skirt, white button down blouse, a blue tie, white ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes. She also had on white full-cut cotton school girl panties pulled up nice and tight, under a pair of plastic panties. If she bent over the skirt is so short it barely covers her undies. 

Cassie worn the same outfit during high school, and recognized it immediately. Her mouth dropped to see my wife wearing her original school girl uniform. She is about to say something, when she observed Karen's Mother in her punishment outfit.

Kathy is dressed in a tee shirt which exposed her belly and plastic panties. Under the plastic panties she is double diapered. Her eyes are red from sobbing and the back of her legs had red blotches from the tanning I gave her earlier. Her hair is in pig tails with pink ribbons and she is sucking on a pacifier that is attached to her tee shirt. In one hand she holds her baby bottle and the other a teddy bear. Katherine, my 48 year old, Mother is mortified by both the outfit and being seen by Cassie. 

"Girls greet Cassie. Karen demonstrate for your Mother, " I order quietly but firmly.

"Yes Sir," she said, as she begins her curtsey.

She bent her right leg low and behind her. She lifts her skirt over her hips exposing her plastic panties. "Good afternoon Miss Cassie," Karen is embarrassed having attended high school and college with Cassie.

"Now you Young Lady," I motioned to Katherine.

"Yes Daddy."

She curtsied similar to Karen minus the skirt saying "Good afternoon Miss Cassie," as she took the pacifier out of her mouth and then replaced it quickly.

Cassie starts to smirk and then smiled almost laughing. "You two look ridiculous I would never allow anyone to do that to me. I can't believe what I am seeing. You both look more like children not grown women."

I note her attitude as I took the girls hands and led them to a children's table and chairs. I order both to sit at the child's table. I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and cut it into quarters. I pour milk into my wife's Sippy cup and Kathy's baby bottle and told them to eat their lunch. Their knees were perched high against their chest because of the low child chairs. They both sat eating their lunch wondering what would happen next watching what I would do

"Tom I am in a hurry did you not hear me? This is the second time I told you. In one minute I will leave even if you have not read the note," she said angrily.  She stomps her foot and shook her long flowing blonde hair, as she demonstrates her anger and impatience.

I walked towards the recliner and sit taking the note in my hand. She starts to sit, when I stop her with a firm voice. "I will tell you when to sit Young Lady." She is startled by this order but remains standing tapping her foot and folding her arms across her chest.

I proceed to read the note out loud:

Tom,

Thank you for taking the time to read this note. As you have noticed, Cassie is a very rude, disrespectful and incorrigible young lady. I can't do anything with her. It started when I divorced her father and has continued for the past several years. I have tried to discipline her, but nothing seems to work. I saw how respectful and polite your wife and Mother-in- law were this morning at the store and hopped you might try that method with Cassandra. I will be home after work to see if you made any progress. In addition, she seems to have a tummy ache as she has not gone to the bathroom the past 24 hours.

Emily

"That witch, how dare she discuss my behavior or bathroom habits with you. You are not my husband or Father. Wait until I see Emily (apparently she addressed her Mother by her first name) she will get a piece of my mind," she yelled as she turns to leave. 

"I am out of here."

I rise from my recliner and step in front blocking her exit. I am six foot tall and tower over her 5:6 height with heels. "Young lady you heard your Mother's note you are going nowhere."

"Out of my way I am late!"

I reach for her wrist and in one quick motion I lift Cassie over my left shoulder in a firemen's carry. Her skirt rides up, as she is jackknifed, revealing her beige pantyhose. She screams, as she attempts to lower her dress, only she makes it worse, as the sun dress rises further up her waist to her shoulder blades enveloping her head. My left hand is securely around her knee hollows preventing her from kicking. I swat her pantyhose covered backside three times making her cry out in pain. The spanks sound like gunshots on her fanny cheeks.

"I am taking you to the woodshed for a sound strapping," I state.

I walk over to Karen, still holding Cassie over my shoulder, and tell her "call Cassie's girlfriend," as she will not meet her. I tell her "clean up after lunch, and you and Kathy will sit on your children's chairs facing the corner until I came back. I want you to sit on your bare bottom and suck your thumb Missy, and Kathy will suck on her pacifier."

'Yes Daddy", they both answer.

Carrying Cassie over my shoulder I head for the backdoor. She protests and tries to kick me. With each kick attempt I land a hard spank on her upturned backside. As we reach the outside she is quiet not wishing to draw attention to her humiliating position, over my shoulder pantyhose on display.

The woodshed is located in the far corner of the backyard. It is a rectangle shaped building that I built several years ago. It is painted the same color as the house and has a door and four windows. On one side of the structure are the wooden logs for the fireplace. The other side contains my workshop with all of my tools and a work bench. In the middle is the area where Miss Cassie is about to be strapped.

Cassie could feel the cool breeze on her pantyhose as I walk towards the woodshed. Every few steps I land a firm swat on her backside making her jump and cry out. I know by the time I reach the woodshed door her bottom cheeks would be bright pink.

I reach the woodshed door and duck my head, so as not to bump Cassie's head on the top of the door. The large room is neat in appearance with windows on all sides. It is carpeted everywhere except at the wood pile. In the middle of the room is the spanking furniture I built several years ago. It consists of a spot for the spankee to kneel and bend over the narrow railing. 

I place Cassie on the soft kneeling pads, which spreads her legs. It is adjustable, so I turned the lever a few inches so that her buttocks are spread wide and her rosebud is fully on display.  I adjust the railing and make sure she bent well over so her perky rounded backside is at its highest point. Her sundress fell back into place around her hips. Her tummy rests on a comfortable leather seat on which I buckle a Velcro strap around her back to secure her. I push a wooden lever and her head and nose drop at a 45 degree angle so her nose is basically touching a wooden rail along the bottom forcing her to grip it with both hands so she would not fall.

All of this time she continues to protest and sob about what I am doing. She alternated between threatening me and begging me to stop. I ignore both her threats and pleas to stop and continue going about my business. Taking my two hands I grasp the hem of her blue sundress and lift it over hips exposing her pantyhose once again. I can see the slight pink glow of my swats through her clear pantyhose top and white silky lacy panties. I place the dress over her head to cover her face. The most prominent thing in the room is her round perky cheeks high over the spanking bench. 

On a hook by the wall is located the spanking strap I use on my wife whenever she is taken to the woodshed. This happens rarely as she dreads the strap. It is supple leather about the length of my forearm. It is kept in excellent condition, as one of her jobs is to maintain its suppleness with leather oil that she rubs into the leather each week. It is also a reminder for her to behave.

I tucked the strap under my arm and proceed to lower Miss Cassie's pantyhose, as all strappings are on the bare buttocks. Cassie screeched from under her dress covered head as she felt the cool air hit her panties.  "You can't do this you are not my Father leave my pantyhose alone."

I continue to lower her beige pantyhose until they reach her knee hollows. Taking my palm I land two firm swats on her lacy bikini panties making her jump in place. I notice how tan her legs are from the sun. Her tan line extends to a place high up on her cheeks almost to her bottom crease. Next, I grasp the waistband of her silky undies. The waistband and the material around the edges is all lace and the body of the panty is a white silk covered bikini that is wedged in between her cheeks looking more like a thong. One easy downward pull and her buttocks are bare and her undies are inside out at her knees. Again I land two palm prints on her fanny making her yell once again something about calling the police.

Her bare heart-shaped bottom is now perched nice and high over the railing her head almost rests on the floor covered by her sundress. Her legs are spread so she cannot clinch her cheeks together. I had an excellent view of her shaved vulva lips and her cute pucker hole.  To say she is embarrassed, mortified and vulnerable is an understatement of her position. Never in her life had she been dominated in this manner.

Standing to her left side I dangle the strap in my right hand and begin to swish it through the air. I can see Cassie jump at each swish not knowing when the strapping would commence. Finally, I land the strap across both cheeks at the mid-point of her backside. The strap left a bright red welt across both bottom cheeks. It took a second for the sting of the strap to reach Cassie's brain, and then she yelped and cried for several seconds. The strap feels like a thousand bee stings all at once. 

I land the second swish just below the first, but this time with more of a snap of my wrists like a tennis player's forearm stroke. I am determined to make sure Cassandra knows I am in charge. I can hear her muffled pleading under her sundress to' please stop I will be good.' Again a cherry red mark stripes across her buttocks. She will be sore for several hours.

A third stripe lands below the others right about the crease of her buttocks causing an even larger cry of pain and pleading. I stop strapping her thinking now might be the time to talk to Cassie.

I lift her dress from around her head and bend in front of her. "Young lady are you getting the message on how to behave," The strap was resting on her backside between her cheeks.

"Yes," she answered.

"I expect you to call me Sir or Daddy, Missy."

"Yes Sir, "she quickly and politely answered.

"The same for your Mother," I instructed. "You will address her as Mommy or Ma'am. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir."

"Okay let's continue your strapping," I say as I cover her head with her sundress and take the strap off of her bottom. My hand reaches back and I land another strap mark on her sit-upon crease causing Cassie to cry out in pain begging me to stop, as if she were a child and not 28. The next several stinging strap stripes land on her upper thighss and then back to her buttocks. Her derriere is fire engine red from the marks of the strap. I hear her crying and blubbering trying to catch her breath from the stinging. 

I place the strap on its hook and pick up the groove strap, which will reinforce my displeasure with her attitude and ruddiness. I adjust the lever that spreads her knees and turn it another two clicks. This exposes the space between her legs to the maximum. I can now see the Cassie's anal hole clearly. The anticipation makes it look like it is winking at me.

The groove strap is a stern enforcer. It is a piece of leather, which is about a foot long, very thin and rounded. It is about the width of my index finger. It is used to sting the anus of naughty little girls, who have an attitude. It tends to make them very submissive and obedient.

"This is going to sting your rectum like you have never felt before Missy so be prepared," I inform Cassandra. I lift the groove strap vertically and in one easy motion strike between her stretched crease. The groove strap lands directly on her pucker hole and up between her cheeks. Cassie's reaction is immediate and physical, as she yells at the top of her lungs. Her body tightens from the terrible sting, as she tries to reach her burning anus with her hands. 

She continues to scream "No more Daddy. I will behave. Please no more I will obey you." I have seen this reaction from my wife a few times and realize another stinging is not needed.  I see she accepts her punishment and my authority.

I help her up from her ignominious position and return the strap to the table. Her sundress fell back in place but her panties and pantyhose remain at her ankles. Her face lands against my chest as she sobs and blubbers wanting to rub her backside and anus. Her makeup is smeared from the crying and she starts to hiccup trying to catch her breath. She dances back and forth, as I take out my handkerchief and she blows her nose, and I wipe her tears.

I find two safety pins located on the spanking bench and turn Cassie around with her back to me. I raise the hem of her sundress and lift it over her hips and bare strap marked backside up to her shoulder blades. Taking the safety pins I pin the hem of the bottom part of the dress to the shoulder blades at the top part of the dress and attach each safety pin. In doing so I expose her bare backside as her pantyhose and undies are at her ankles. 

"Okay Young lady back to the house. I want to check if you need an enema."

"But Sir..., "she starts to stammer, but stops when I firmly spank her across both cheeks. This starts her sobbing again and she quickly says "Yes Daddy."

I grasp her by her left ear making her walk next to me, as I speak to her. She is walking with her legs wide apart trying to sooth her rectum almost waddling: "Young lady you will be polite to both my wife and her Mother. You will apologize to both for your rudeness. You will do the same to your Mother when she comes showing total respect. Is that clear Young Lady?" 

"Yes Sir," she answers, as she waddles slowly because of the panties at her ankles, and the stinging pain from her rosebud and red striped cheeks. She feels the cool breeze on her bare bum causing goose bumps to form. Cassie walks stiffly still sobbing wishing she could rub her rump, and hopes no neighbors can see her predicament.

"I expect total obedience from you from now on to me. I expect politeness and a better attitude towards your sister and Mother or I will bring you back to the woodshed, and I will use the cane on your fanny. Is that clear Missy?" I punctuated my remarks with two firm swats.

"Yes Daddy no more please I hurt so badly," she begins to cry.

"You do not sound 28 years old Missy," I declare embarrassing her further.

We reach the backdoor and walk into the dining room, where Karen and Katherine are positioned on their small children's chairs side by side each facing the wall. Neither move until I say "You both may stand Cassandra has something to say."

She walks slowly over to each of them and curtsying, as she had seen them do: "Miss Karen and Miss Katherine please accept my apology for being so rude. Your Daddy has taught me that being rude and having an attitude is not a good idea in this house."

Cassie drops her head submissively as her face turns a bright blushing red waiting for an answer. Both girls glance in my direction as I nod and both say to Cassie. "We accept your apology," All three hug each other. My wife is in her schoolgirl uniform, my Mother was double diapered and in plastic panties and Cassie is standing bare bottomed in her pinned up sundress.

"Okay Karen upstairs with your Mother it is time for her nap and check her diapers. When you come down bring the rectal thermometer, plastic gloves, Vaseline, and the enema bulb syringe. Also fill a large bowl with warm soapy water. I will be waiting," I order.

Karen takes her Mother's hand and walked upstairs. I got the straight-backed chair and sat down. I take Cassandra's wrist placing her over my lap in one motion. Her head on my left side and her buttocks perched high over my lap with her tanned legs, pantyhose and panties to my right side. I want her to understand who is in charge, so I take my time positioning her. I decide to make sure her posterior is nice and high, so reaching between her legs I place my middle finger and index finger into her exposed slit and lift her bottom upward and to my left. 

This presents her cheeks perched high on my lap and her nose almost touching the ground. She is now helplessly presented. I wipe my wet fingers from her slit on her backside and say "Up on your toes and turn them towards each other so you don't clinch Missy and relax." I rest my palm on her scarlet cheeks framed by her tan lines.

"Please Sir I feel better no need for an enema, she pleads. I ignore her tapping lightly on her fanny cheeks. 

"Now Young lady some questions has your Mother ever spanked you?" I ask.




Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 04



"No Sir she said I was too old," she answers.

"What about you're Daddy?" 

"Yes when I was much younger," she answers.

"Does your younger sister get spanked?" I ask.

"Yes Sir."

"Young lady you are grounded for the weekend that means no television, radio, computer, phone, or texting. You will do chores for the remainder of the day and will be in bed by 8:00 tonight," I order.

Cassie begins to kick and complain that it is not fair she has plans for the rest of the day. I expect this and laid several firm and hard swats on her bare red posterior right on top of her belt welts. As my palm spanks land she starts to cry all over again reaching back to cover her fanny cheeks. I grasp her wrist and land several more hard spanks on her upturned buttocks causing her to plead for me to stop.

I do stop when I see Karen Ann arriving with the things I requested. She places them on the table next to me and curtsies politely.  "Okay Karen upstairs it is naptime for you change into your punishment sleep shirt."

"Yes Daddy," she answers and heads upstairs her plastic panties showing under her short schoolgirl skirt.

'Missy you have been acting like a child both rude and wanting your own way, that stops now, you will answer to me on everything including when you will be allowed with your friends. I will give your Mother further instructions,"  I punctuate that announcement with two more slaps to her bare fanny. 

"Yes Daddy," she says submissively. Her sundress is still pinned at her shoulders with her pantyhose and panties dangling inside out at her ankles. She no longer looks like a sophisticated grown up 28 year old.

I reach for the Vaseline jar and unscrew the top. I take the thermometer and shake it down to make sure it is ready to insert. I hold it up to the light and look at it. I pronounce it ready to be used. Taking the rectal thermometer I dip the end into the goo with one hand and spread her cheeks with the forefinger and thumb of my other hand exposing her puckered anus. "I am going to take your temperature the old fashion way over my lap."

She groans and starts to cry quietly both from embarrassment and her sore spanked bottom and anus. I slip the stubby tip of the thermometer past her bottom hole entrance. I stop once it reaches its target and remove my hand from the thermometer. It is now independently supported by her tight sphincter muscle. It is protruding an inch or so from her anus. I wait the customary three minutes remove the thermometer and look at the temperature, which is slightly elevated.

"Okay Missy let's see if you need an enema? I feel her wiggle on my lap, so I calm her down with two sharp slaps to her bare thighs making her wince. I take the right hand plastic glove and snap it on my hand. I dip my middle finger into the Vaseline and spread her cheeks with my thumb and finger of my left hand. I feel her squirming in anticipation. My middle finger slowly penetrates her rosebud causing her to squeal. I stretch her sphincter muscle with my finger and slowly enter. I can feel the impaction as my knuckle reaches the area.

"You do need an enema Missy."

"No please no enema", she pleads.

"Quiet Young Lady, Daddy knows what he is doing," I say as she whimpers.

The enema syringe is positioned on the table along with the bowl of warm soapy water. I lube the tip of the syringe with Vaseline. I fill the syringe while I hold Cassie across my lap like a child. Taking the enema syringe I place the tip against her anus and slowly squeeze the warm soapy water inside her pucker hole. As I squeeze, I rub her belly soothing her as the warm water enters her behind. I wait a few minutes before following the same procedure with the bulb syringe. Cassie starts to squirm back and forth as the water starts to take effect. I can hear her tummy gurgling from the water.

The last bulb syringe of warm soapy waters adds up to about a quart of water and requires me to hold her firmly across my lap as Cassandra pleads to 'let her go I need to go badly.'

Finally, I allow her to stand which she does holding her tummy and hoping I let her go potty soon. I instruct her to stand in the corner until I give her permission to go to the potty room. Into the corner she heads hopping up and down. She is holding her tummy and reachs back to her pucker hole to hold it inside. She looks like a child.

The doorbell rings and I answer the door to see Cassie's Sister Susan and her Mother Emily at the door. Susan is sniffling and holding her backside as she enters. She is walking stiffly as most little girls walk after a backside tanning.

"What happened to Susan?" I question?

"I spanked her for being rude to a customer," her Mother answered.

Susan is dressed in her school girl uniform which she wears to work. It was exactly the same as my wife's schoolgirl uniform, as they went to the same school. The uniform consistes of a white button down blouse, a short thigh length blue skirt, knee-high socks and Mary Jane shoes underneath was a training bra and schoolgirl full cut white cotton undies. 

"So you spank Susan but not her sister Cassie and why is that?"

"Cassie is too old," she answeres quickly realizing her mistake. 

"Is that right no wonder she has gotten away with her antics she has had no discipline and I blame you Young Lady. I don't think any girl is too old including yourself Emily." I say looking deeply into Cassie's Mother's face.

"I gave Cassie an enema so take her to the potty room and wipe her when she is finished and leave the door open," I watch as she enters the living room and takes Cassie by the hand.  Cassie follows like a child. She heads to the potty room with relieve on her face but totally mortified.

'Susan come here," I order. 

As she reaches me I place my left leg on the spanking chair and flip Susan, who is 25, over my knee. Her head dangles with her legs on one side and her backside perched high across my knee.

"Let's see your backside," I say as I flip her skirt high on her back. She yells as her panties are exposed to me. Ignoring her I take my fingers and slowly slide her undies down her legs exposing her very red bottom cheeks. "Your Mother did a good job spanking you, but the new rule is whenever you get a spanking you will receive another one from me."

My palm gets to work on her upturned cheeks landing swat after swat in succession on her buttocks. I continue the extra punishment until I hear the bathroom potty flush and see Cassie and her Mother walk towards me.

Emily is holding Cassie's hand as Cassandra struggles to walk with her dress pinned and her pantyhose and undies dangling at her feet. They both stop when they see me spanking 25 year old Susan over my leg, as if she were a child. 

Emily says "Why is Susan getting a spanking from you. I thought I did a good job there is no need to give her another swatting."

"When one of you gets spanked the new rule is I will spank you again. Is that clear Emily?" I watch as she slowly nods her head disbelieving my statement. All she asked me to do is to discipline her oldest daughter.

"Okay girls form a line with your Mother in the middle," I watch as Susan and Cassandra walk to either side of their Mother. Susan and Cassandra have their panties at their ankles while their 49 year old Mother is fully dressed. Both sisters are sniffling like children and totally humiliated.

Emily is dressed in the required uniform of her job. Being manager of the St James Academy for Girls shop, she is wearing a blue blazer with the school's logo on the upper pocket. She is wearing tight form fitting dress slacks with a white button up blouse, pantyhose and black flat shoes. Her name tag indicates she is the manager. Her hair is long and brown with several gray flicks. She has it bunched up in the back off of her neck and she is wearing glasses. She presents a very self-assured and sophisticated presence with a certain amount of sternness.  

I fully intend to take her down a peg or two. "Young lady lower your slacks to your knees I am going to tan your backside."

"How dare you call me Young Lady I am old enough to be your Mother and besides no one spanks me I am much too old," she answers.

I fully expect this type of answer, which leaves me no alternate, but to show her who is in charge. I rise to my full six feet, which is several inches taller than her and in one motion I place her under my left arm bending her over and off of the ground. My right palm began to tattoo her bottom cheeks until she pleads for me to stop. 

"Do you wish a trip to the woodshed, as I had to do with Cassandra Young Lady? My carrying you there slacks lowered will not be a problem.  Maybe a taste of the cane might help you obey," I say as I place her back on the ground. Once on the ground she does a funny spanking dance rubbing her buttocks like a child.

I sit on the spanking chair and point my finger to where I want her, which is in between my legs. Emily's head is down and her cheeks are tear stained as she slowly approaches me. I reach and remove her glasses making her look younger. She begins to undo her belt, when I slap her hand.

"No Little girl I will lower your slacks only big girls undress themselves your Daddy will do it for you," blushing at being treated like a child she moves her hands behind her back and begins to sniffle at being treated so shamefully. I plan to make sure she obeys me.

I remove her belt and unsnap the top of her slacks. Her slacks being form fitted require me to lower them to her knee hollows by hand. The trousers fall past her hips and I can see her pantyhose and blue silky high cut undies revealed. Emily lowers her eyes as she exposes herself in front of her daughters and me. 

The slacks reach her knee hollows and they stop. She is wearing control top pantyhose, which I lower and turn inside out at her knees. The skimpy panties she is wearing are wedged into the slit in front and her crack in the back almost like a 'G-string.'  I can see her tan lines which barely cover her cheeks.

"Okay Missy over my knee let's get this over with right now," I say as I pull her to my right side and bend her over my lap. She hesitates until I smack her upper thighs with two swift hard swats. Her body jackknifes in half with her firm bottom directly over my knees. Perched in position is a 49 year old Mother of two. Both of her daughters are looking with their mouths wide open never having seen their Mother so dominated.

I lower her panties by plucking the gusset from in between her fanny cheeks, as I do you can hear a tiny pop as they release from in between her crease. Taking my two fingers I lower her skimpy lacy silky undies down over her hips turning them inside out to her knee hollows. Her firm buttock is now exposed for all to see. She is an older version of both her daughters except her cheeks and hips are slightly more spread. 

I notice a slight redness between her crack and I can feel perspiration drip in between her fanny. Taking both my hand I spread her cheeks wide apart exposing her pucker hole. 

"Susan come here," I say.

She comes forward panties dangling at her ankles as I say: "When you go home give your Mommy a bath and powder her backside she is getting a rash. She will wear a sleep shirt with no panties for the rest of the day. Is that clear?"

"Yes Daddy," she answers.

I take the hairbrush from the table and rest in on Emily's backside. I feel her jump from the sensation. "Okay Missy perch nice and high on your toes." She moves her derrière so it is nice and high. As her well-formed tanned legs begin to stress as she rises on her toes, I see the sexy muscle that extends from the back of the thigh to her calf begin to tense on both legs. I take the oval shaped shined oak hairbrush, which can cover one of her cheeks by the oak handle. I loosen her long flowing hair so it falls in front of her face making her look years younger.

The spanking now begins as I land a series of 3 sharp firm swats on each cheek. I can see the hairbrush flatten each well-formed rounded cheek and leave a flaming mark on each buttock. I snap my wrist, as I continue the series of three consecutive smacks over and over. Her legs kick and swing as the pain reaches her brain. The 49 year old is now bawling like a child, as I continue to teach her a lesson. She pleads for me to stop, that she will behave and that I am in charge. 

"I have new rules from now on for you Young Lady. I want both girls disciplined equally. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir!" she answers as I land the hairbrush in one motion across both cheeks.

"No more back talk. Is that clear?" once again the hairbrush lands on her cute bottom.

"Yes Daddy," she cries.

"You will obey me," I say.

"Yes Sir."

"You will wear full cut cotton undies no more bikini's I will be doing a panty inspection daily," I say as the hairbrush lands on her sit spot.

"Yes Daddy," says the 49 year old as she bawls tears streaming down her face.

I finish the spanking with several more swats landing on her tan thighs down to her knee hollows. Emily is now pleading that she will be so good. I let her up off of my lap and see that she is totally defeated and submissive. Once again she does her spanking dance as she sobs and blubbers that her backside is so sore. I stand and comfort her and help her blow her nose.

"Susan unpin your sister's sundress so it covers her fanny," I say and she follows my order and Cassie's dress covers her fully, but her panties and pantyhose remain at her ankles.

All three girls have their underthings at their ankles as I say "Susan is in charge of you two. I expect you to obey her as if it were me." They are mortified that the youngest will be in charge. "Okay girls back home for the three of you I will be over later. I want all of you in your sleep shirts and you are grounded," I watch as they begin to shuffle out the back door of the house.

I hear my wife call from upstairs "Daddy may we get up from our nap."

"I will be right up Little One."



Mother-in-Law is Disciplined Ch. 05



This is a total fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and other fetish. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 25 year old or older.

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I hear my wife call from upstairs "Daddy may we get up from our nap."

"I will be right up Little One."

I had ordered my wife and Mother to take a nap like two naughty children. My wife is 25 and her Mother is 48. My Mother-in-law moved into our home because she is being divorced by her husband and she has nowhere to live. She has agreed to be trained to my satisfaction similar to my wife.

I walk up the stairs to the Master bedroom and see both my wife and her Mother still snuggled in the Master bed. I snap my fingers and both girls stand at attention in front of me waiting for my orders. My wife is dressed in her Tinker Bell night shirt and her Mother is in a tee-shirt, double diapers and plastic panties. Both girls are embarrassed holding their eyes downward.

I order my wife to 'Present' and then 'Display.' Two positions she is familiar with from her training. She raises her short pink nightshirt high over her hips and lowers her white Tinker Bell panty to her knees inside-out. I reach down checking for any pee stains or if her panty is wet. To my surprise her panty is damp. "Why is your undie damp Missy?" I ask?

"Sir my panty is wet because I have been thinking of you," She answered.

"Did you touch yourself young lady?" I further question her causing her face to blush.

"No Master one of my rules is no touching without your permission," She answers quickly.

Taking my index finger I swipe her slit causing her to groan. I take my dripping finger and place it in her mouth rubbing it on her tongue and lips. She begins to suckle on my finger causing her to get wetter

I skip to Katherine, who is amazed at the control I have over her daughter. She remembers Karen as a strong-willed spoiled brat, who listened to no one. Now she is totally obedient and submissive. I give the same two orders I gave to my wife of 'Present 'and 'Display.' Katherine lowers her plastic panties and both diapers to her knees and stands at attention.

"Did you wet your diapers Missy?" I ask? Forcing her to answer me in a child-like voice: "No Sir."

I reach down to her diaper and check for myself. "Very good Young Lady, do you need to go potty?"

"Yes Daddy," she answers in a low voice.

"Okay Karen will take you and she will go herself. You will use the child's potty in the bathroom and then both of you take a shower and report back here. We are going shopping this afternoon for new clothes for Katherine," I order. 

I swat both of them on their bare behinds and send them on their way. Meanwhile I pick out two juvenile outfits for them to wear to the mall and lay them on the bed. Some 30 minutes later they both enter the bedroom wrapped in two towels. They smell fresh and are sparkling clean.

"Did you empty the potties girls?" I ask?

"Yes Daddy." They reply in unison.

"You may get dressed for shopping. Your clothes are on the bed. Karen you wear the pink dress and Katherine you wear the yellow dress," I say. On the bed are two children party dresses with a crinoline, included in the outfit: are panties, white sox and black Mary Jane shoes. They are shocked at the outfits I picked for them. They thought they would be wearing jeans and a tee-shirt something more appropriate for a 25 and 48 year old. 

Nevertheless they glance at each other and begin to get dressed. They first pull up their Disney Princess panties, which are white cotton full-cut decorated with either Cinderella or Snow White. They then help each other with their girlish training bras and finally the crinoline and the 50's style dress followed by the short white sox and Mary Jane shoes.

Each dress button up the back and has a white collar. The dress has a ribbon which ties in a bow in the back around the waist. The crinoline flares the dresses, so if they are not careful it will allow people to see their panties. They then braid each other's hair into two pigtails making them look even younger.

"Okay girls lets go we will take your diaper bag in case I need to diaper one of you. Reaching the garage, I turn and lower their panties, so they are sitting on their bare bottoms and place a pacifier in each of their mouths and buckle their seat belts. 

It takes about 20 minutes to reach the store, which is located on the other side of town on a side street. I park the car in a spot near the door. I unbuckle both girls making sure each are still sucking on their pacifiers. "Hold hands," I order, as I pull their undies up over their hips. My Mother is completely embarrassed to be treated like a small child by her 35 year old son-in-law, but she obeys. I hand the brightly covered diaper bag to my wife to hold.

"Girls we are going to buy some clothes for Kathy to wear. I want her to be as well trained as you Karen," I say. "I know she is your Mommy, Karen, but she needs to be brought down a peg," I see my 25 year old wife smile and shake her head. Katherine's head drops with embarrassment. She is hoping that no one she knows sees her dressed like a child.

The store is a large two story brick building with no windows and one door, which has small letters saying 'The AB Store - By appointment only.' Underneath the letters are the words 'Elizabeth Conover Owner and Manager.' 

I take my pass card and swipe the lock. The door buzzes and opens into a large lobby. It is brightly colored in pastel with pictures of animation characters on the walls. It gives a very child-like appearance. Kathy looks around in amazement having never shopped in this type of store. 

Within a moment Elizabeth Conover exits the elevator and walks over to us. Upstairs are offices and the mail order section. On this floor are the items for sale to the public. Beth is a very confident 45 year old dressed neatly in a Blue and White Ann Taylor dress with low heeled shoes and tanned legs. She has an appealing figure from her exercising daily. She has shoulder length light brown hair.

She stops in front of me and gently curtsies with her eyes down saying: "Hello Sir how may I help you." As she lifts her skirt I get a glance at her powder blue silky bikini smiling I answer: "I am here to shop for my wife and Mother."

Beth returns the smile and asks me to follow her to a private room near the lobby. We enter the room, which is tastefully decorated with a few leather lounge chairs, smaller children's chairs, plus a straight-backed chair in the center of the room labeled 'Spanking Chair."

"I like your choice of dresses," She indicates as she walks around both women. Beth knows both my wife from high school, as she has twin 25 year old girls, and has met my Mother at various functions. I can see my Mother-in-Law starting to fidget, as the inspection continues.

"Are they wearing diapers or little girl panties?" She asks staring into the eyes of Katherine embarrassing her further. 

"Girls Present and show Miss Conover." My wife lifts her party dress and crinoline quickly over her hips revealing her white cotton Cinderella panty. However, Katherine stomps her feet and angrily says: "No way will I lift my dress for your inspection I am 3 years older than you." They have removed their pacifiers.

She has fallen into Elizabeth's trap, as Elizabeth glances in my direction, and I nod as to give her permission. Beth, who is 45, grabs the chair which is labeled the 'Spanking Chair.' She places it in the center of the room and grasps Katherine's ear and marches her over to the chair. She sits and Katherine lands over her lap. Her party dress flips up exposing her Snow White panty. 

Beth takes her time raising the crinoline and silky dress over Katherine's head. She then lowers her panty to her ankles exposing her full bottom, which is still red from my spanking her earlier. "Place your hands on the floor to my left and spread your legs the width of your shoulders," she orders with a firm swat to her bare behind.

Katherine obeys quickly her bottom already sore. "Now turn your toes inward on the floor I do not want you to clench your cheeks." Again my 48 year old Mother obeys. I can see she is mortified to be over the lap of Elizabeth.

From her side Beth unclips a hairbrush attached to her belt. The hairbrush has a large wooden surface made of oak. The rubber handle is easily gripped for convenience. I watch as Elizabeth taps Katherine's two cheeks as if to get a feel for how hard she will spank her. Katherine moans knowing the sting will be very difficult to bear. She does not want to cry.

In one smooth motion Beth lands two swift swats on Katherine's sit spot at the crease of the thighs. Katherine's stoic promise to herself not to cry disappears, as she feels the sting and immediately starts to sob. Each swat lands further up her firm wide buttocks right to her fleshy middle cheeks. The stinging blows of the hairbrush land, making Katherine's backside a blotchy fiery red, until finally the punishment is finished.

Elizabeth looks at me with Kathy still sobbing over her lap. Beth continues to tap Kathy's red backside lightly and asks me if Katherine has a job. When I indicate she is not working she asks if Katherine could work at the store. Beth indicates she would supervise her personally. I agree.

The door to the private room opens and one of Beth's twin 25 year old daughters enters. She sees my wife, who went to high school with her, standing by my side with her dress still positioned over her hips. My wife was very popular in high school and used to torment Tina and her twin Lisa almost daily. She also spots Karen's Mother over her Mother's lap and smiles.

"Tina please hand me a plastic glove, some Vaseline and a medium anal plug. Kathy is very tight and I want to stretch her." She orders. Tina quickly gets the items mentioned and hands them to her Mother. "Now go greet Mr. Taylor."

Tina stand in front of me eyes lowered. She is wearing a short thigh high skirt with a button up blouse, white sox and comfortable shoes. She is a younger version of her Mother in appearance and demeanor. She curtsies in front of me greeting me by name showing me her yellow cotton panties. I nod and she lowers her skirt.

"Please sit Sir and I will show you the store catalogue. Meanwhile, Kathy's backside is being stretched by Beth's thumb and forefinger, The Vaseline is on the anal plug and Elizabeth as wedged it between my Mother-in-Law cheeks into her bum hole making her squirm back and forth. A slap to her backside stops her fidgeting. "Okay Young Lady you may rise."

Katherine stands immediately and hops from foot to foot until Beth gives her a look. Her skirt and crinoline falls back in place, but her panties remain at her ankles.

As I sit in the comfortable leather lounge chair I review the store catalogue noting at of the items. The store contains: a vast assortment of panties, school uniforms, little girl dresses, adult toys, diapers, pajamas, baby items, and medical fetish equipment. 

"Both of you kneel at my side," I say pointing at my two girls. They quickly position themselves as directed. They kneel with legs spread, dresses raised and back straight with both of their mouths wide open. I ask Tina to get the girls another pacifier preferably the large 6 inch Nuk. She comes back very quickly with the perfect Adult Nuk and places them in each of their mouths. In addition she pins two baby-like bibs around each of their necks to protect their dresses from the drool, which will occur.

"Over here Missy." I say pointing at Elizabeth. She is a single Mother and I have disciplined her and her daughters before, so she has a perplexed look on her face. She stands in front of me as I sit in the lounge chair.

"Present Missy," I order in a low firm voice, which she has heard before. Her face turns red; as she remembers my instructions from the last time I was in the store. She sees her daughter looking at her as well as my two girls. Slowly she grasps the hem of her fancy very adult Ann Taylor dress and pulls it up her long tanned legs. She stops at her upper thighs and looks pleadingly at me. I flip my finger in an upper motion and she continues raising her dress upward revealing the bottom of her silky powder blue undies.

Beth abruptly stops and says very rudely: "No you can't make me show my underwear. You don't own me." She says and lets her dress fall back down to her knees," She folds her arms very defiantly saying: "I am 45 years old and will not be treated like a child." The room goes silent wondering what will happen. I slowly walk over to the wall and retrieve the whippy cane from its place on the hook.

"Girls come over to the caning stool," I say and watch as Kathy (panties at her ankles), Tina and Karen come to the designated spot. I swish the cane several times making the girls jump. I hear Elizabeth say: "I am sorry Sir I will do as you say," as she raises her dress quickly above her hips revealing much too tight a powder blue bikini.

"Too late Young Lady," I say as I grasp her left ear and march her over to the caning stool. The stool is a bright red with a cushioned seat and is about waist high. I lay her over the seat so her head is almost touching the last ring on the stool and her panty clad backside is sticking up into the air. In this position her skirt falls down her back and over her head. Her silky bikini is fully on display. It is one size too small so the silky material wedges in between her bottom slit and the cheeks below her buttocks are on display.

I can hear her sobbing that she will be good and not to cane her, but of course I ignore her little girl pleas. Standing to her left side, as I am a right-handed, I tap her bottom crease right where it meets her upper thighs and swing my arm backward. My arm comes forward and with a snap of my wrist I land the first of several cane marks on her upper thighs and lower buttocks. She does not react immediately as the sting reaches the brain a few seconds after the swish, but then she yells and jumps on the stool. I can see the red cane welt form from left to right. Again I land another swish just below the first on her upper thighs. My arm swings backwards and the cane swishes through the air with a loud sound and lands directly on her exposed panty clad buttocks. Beth is now sobbing like a six year old not a 45 year old Mother of twins.

I can see that Kathy, who was spanked earlier by Beth, enjoying herself. Both my wife and Katherine are sucking on their pacifiers with glee. Finally I stop the caning after some 12 strokes and help her onto her feet. She holds her bottom and starts her spanking dance rubbing her cheeks and upper thighs.

"Enough Missy," I order and she stands still. I take my handkerchief and have her blow her nose. I wipe the tears from her eyes and once again order her to "Present." This time there is no hesitation and her dress is raised over her hips exposing the grown up panty.

I tell Tina to bring her Mother to the bathroom and to change her into a diaper and plastic panties and to report back to me It is now time to shop for my two girls, who are standing next to me wide-eyed. I watch as Tina takes her Mother's hand and heads to the restroom.