6 comments/ 246137 views/ 38 favorites Disciplining Mom By: lesliejones Little Karen realized that her experience dominating Emily's sisters had given her wonderful preparation for the challenge of disciplining and training her own mother, Marian, now that the latter had come to live with her after burning all of her other bridges of support. Karen, who was all of 25, and Emily, only a year older, had begun the training process with what they called Joint Training every morning for Emily's two older sisters: Leslie, 30, and Linda, 38. Each was required to dress in her "training uniform," which consisted of plain white blouse, very short grey skirt, garter belt and stockings and Mary Jane shoes. The two sisters were required at all times to keep their skirts down to cover their stocking tops, which was very difficult in view of how short their skirts were. If Karen saw stocking tops, she would very ceremoniously demand that the offender hand her Conduct book to Karen, who would make an appropriate entry. The sisters would cringe, knowing that these bad marks would be paid off with strokes of the cane. Emily took charge of what she and Karen referred to as toilet instruction. Emily enjoyed having her sisters serve as her very own toilets. The training involved their assuming appropriate positions so Emily could squat over their open mouths to do her business. Emily was amazingly adept at thinking of imaginative punishments when either sister did not serve their younger dominatrix sister properly. For example, Linda failed to retain all of Emily's pee, so she was outfitted with a catheter that while she wore it, did away with her ability to control her bladder. Leslie had a harder time receiving Emily's anal products so often she was made to hold her legs up in diaper position so that Emily might insert a rectal thermometer to take her temperature in this humiliating, juvenile manner. It had taken Karen a good deal of effort to bring her mother along to where the sisters were, not to mention the amount of punishment she had had to administer to Marian, who had only turned 50 recently. The strain of making Marian into a true submissive had taken its toll on Karen's disposition. She still was going out with Rod and she often had him stay over so that the two could make love most of the night. This, and her talks with her good friend and mentor Emily, kept her sane, she thought. Karen was now punishing her mother severely for embarrassing her in front of Emily, Leslie, and Linda by telling tales of Karen's embarrassing moments as a girl. "Marian," she told her shamed mother, "get into the diaper position on this bench. That's right, you lie back and lift your legs up straight and keep them there with your hands. You do it just like Leslie when she's having her temperature taken rectally." Karen then retrieved her nasty little whip and started whipping Marian's sensitive flesh just at the point where her bottom and legs met. The whip came daringly close to striking Marian's very prominent feminine cleft with its mat of pubic hair. It was high time this happened, Karen thought. This woman has gotten away with so much for so long. She whipped Marian in the humiliating position until Marian surprisingly began to whimper and plead for her to stop. "Why should I stop now?" she asked the older woman, incredulously. "I have only begun to impose your truly deserved punishment," Karen declared. "If you keep hitting me like that," Marian pleaded, "I'm going to lose control and pee right here." She cried at the embarrassment she went through in uttering those words. Karen's eyes brightened and she lay the whip right down between Marian's puffy labia. "If you dare to pee while I am punishing you," Karen intoned, "you will be made to hold these naughty lips apart for severe punishment right in there." And with that she gave the whip a gentle snap against Marian's tender vulva. While Marian was holding her legs up and apart in diaper position, Karen took out her mother's Conduct book and made a new entry: "Threatened to lose urinary control. Two naughty marks." *** Marian was quite subdued when finally allowed to dress herself to go out with Karen. She didn't even argue with her dominant daughter when faced with the outfit laid out for her on her bed. There were little white cotton panties, a short skirt, a skimpy blouse, a training bra that clearly would press Marian's large breasts, and cute little Mary Janes with matching brown and yellow socks. It was humiliating for Marian to wear these clothes but she realized she had no choice. She owed everything now to Karen and it was clear her daughter would take it out of her hide. When Marian appeared before Karen ready to go, Karen humiliatingly made her lower her panties and bend over. Then the petite dominatrix inserted a small butt plug into her mother's anal opening. Sitting in the restaurant with all the other ladies lunching at Bloomingdale's, Marian felt both ashamed of the way she had been forced to dress and worried that the butt plug in her rear would soon make her need to make a doody, as Karen now required her to say when requesting permission to have a bowel movement. The feeling was made more urgent by the coffee she had been drinking. Soon she asked permission to go to the ladies' room. Karen smiled and told her to wait a few more minutes until she was ready to accompany her. "I can go on my own, you know," Marian said, unwisely. "No, I have told you that you must ask my permission and that I will go with you to make sure you behave properly in there," Karen responded with alacrity and a slight smirk on her face. The middle-aged waitress had noticed the juvenile manner in which Marian was dressed. Marian cringed with fear that Karen would tell the waitress that she was punishing her mother in this bizarre way. Finally the waitress presented Karen with the bill and could not restrain herself from smiling quite widely. "I assume that there's some reason why your companion is dressed like a little girl," she said, somehow avoiding laughing. "She's been quite naughty," Karen said, "and she knows that when she acts that way, she is made to dress like the small child she resembles. As you can imagine, going out dressed this way--at her age, since she's 50-- does embarrass her greatly but it usually improves her behavior. I do hope that she will behave properly, so I don't have to take her the way you would a naughty child...to the ladies room," Karen added with a wide smile. "Oh," the waitress grinned. "I've seen many girls spanked in there and I think this one would be one of the oldest, but I suppose if they misbehave, it doesn't matter how big they look." By this time Marian's face was crimson with shame. Karen quietly settled the check and told the waitress that they needed to stop in the ladies' room. The waitress pointed out the entryway back behind the dining room. This distance also meant that Marian would have to walk across the entire room for everyone to notice her childish dress. *** Finally, as Marian felt the butt plug being nudged by something large inside her that longed to be excreted, Karen announced that they would go to the ladies' room. Karen selected the large handicapped stall and watched as Marian lifted her little skirt and pulled down the humiliating childish panties. Marian had to move quickly to get on the raised toilet seat once she pulled her butt plug out because the presence of the plug was already lessening the reliability of her anal sphincter in keeping in the contents of her rectum. She made a lot of noise as the poo inside her surged out of her anus once she pulled the plug. Karen of course had instructed her to face the rear so that her anus was on display to her dominant daughter. Karen got a slight charge out of seeing the brown stream emerge from her mother's small hairy brownhole. Now she took over and with a few sheets of toilet paper, carefully wiped her mother's somewhat messy anal area. Marian cringed as she thought of this most personal area and activity being now performed for her by her dominant daughter. She also knew that even being wiped like this and being exposed to her daughter would result in its being used against her. She flushed, wiped again on her own carefully, and put the hated plug back in her anus. The two emerged from the stall and Marian watched from the sink as Karen sat herself comfortably on the spacious couch the restroom provided for its female customers. Karen beckoned her with her little finger to come over to her. She motioned to Marian to lift her skirt for inspection. Marian did so almost automatically and cringed as Karen took her little panties down. Karen rubbed between Marian's legs and her finger emerged to her nostril and was damp. "You did not finish and wipe yourself properly," she said. "So you will be spanked right here, like little girls get spanked by their mommies in the ladies room." She took Marian across her lap and began spanking her mother's rather large bottom. Two rather fashionable women came by from the sinks and asked Karen with a wry smile, "Isn't this girl a bit old for ladies' room spanking?" "Well, I believe one is never too old to be disciplined if she misbehaves," Karen replied with a smile, "and Marian here still is misbehaving and displaying her temper." The two well-dressed women watched in amazement as Marian began to receive a very lengthy spanking from Karen on the bare bottom. Soon, two younger women in their 20s, Deb and Margie, entered. After using the stalls and sinks, they looked askance at Karen, and asked her if this was some kind of payoff of a bet. "No, Karen replied. "Sometimes older girls misbehave dear," she said, "and they have to have their panties taken down and spanked in here just the way I suspect you two might have when your mothers took you out here." Then she said to the group, "You should understand that Marian here is actually my own mom but is being disciplined by me because of a whole lot of bad and naughty behavior. Isn't that right, Marian?" Marian had no choice but to snivel a bit and tell all the people who were staring at her now-red bottom but whom she could not see that she sometimes had been a naughty girl and that it was clear that this situation should demonstrate that no girl who showed poor conduct should expect to be exempt from being spanked. Karen resumed the spanking as both the older ladies and the two women in their 20s observed the scene with fascination. Deb noticed the plug in Marian's rear and asked Karen what that was there for. "Oh," Karen answered with a grin, "Marian has to wear that because she has been staining her panties when she makes her doody so she is being trained to behave better." Deb grinned in response and looked at a now fearful Margie and quietly observed, "Maybe that's what we need to do when I find your panties with skidmarks in them, Margie." Margie's freckled face turned rosy and embarrassed as the subject of the tidiness of her underpants was discussed. She tugged at Deb to go but Deb said, "I think we should stay and watch this because I may have to take you over my lap in here sometime when you are Miss Naughty." Unwisely, Margie couldn't keep herself from getting angry and stamping like a small girl. Calm throughout, the ravishing blonde Deb looked at Karen and asked, "Would you mind spanking her for me when you are finished with your older charge?" Margie started crying and whining: "Oh, Deb, don't do this to me! It's so awful!" Deb grinned at the older ladies and at Karen. "I think naughty girls are going to start worrying a lot more about what might happen now that they've seen how they can be disciplined here so effectively." When Karen finished spanking her mom, she beckoned Margie to her lap with her forefinger. Marge hesitated until Deb told her loudly, "If you don't get over her lap right now, I'll make you strip naked here." Margie hurried across Karen's lap, and when Karen had her lift her waist, Karen quickly flipped up her navy skirt and tugged down her very snazzy gold lace panties. Karen could see that Margie was quite hairy between her legs and as she made the woman spread her legs so Karen could humiliating run her finger through the groove between them, Karen rather offhandedly said to Deb, "You might consider shaving her down here," pointing to Margie's hairy mons. Then she began to spank Margie and was surprised that the woman, clearly an experienced submissive, took the spanking without much complaining. Karen noticed that there was a tampon string between Marge's legs and asked Deb if Margie was having her period. "Yes, she is on," Deb said, as her partner cringed and turned totally red. "Well," Karen said, "I find that when naughty girls misbehave then, it is sometimes good to deprive them of the tampon-wearing privilege and make them wear old-fashioned pads, the kind that chafe." Deb herself did not lack for ideas and she responded, "Oh, when Margie needs to be disciplined during her period, I sometimes make her wear only a small pantiliner, so that when she overflows it, she will receive severe punishment." Karen nodded at hearing about an even stricter regime than her own. As she finished spanking Margie, she looked at Marian and told her that she should learn from her experience here. "I hope you won't be made to wear only a liner on you heavy day," she smiled sweetly at Marian as Deb and Margie said their god-byes. Disciplining Mom Ch. 02 Karen and Emily enjoyed the idea of going out for a pleasant New Year's brunch at noon on the first day of the year. Their favorite spot was called Glenda's, and not only because it was quiet and cozy and had superb, imaginative cuisine to boot. Glenda herself, the proprietress, was a lissome lady in her 30s who dressed in executive-style conservative suits and tweeds, belying her own very strong attraction to similarly-appearing women. Emily had known Glenda from when the latter had first arrived in town and the two had reached that level of friendship where knowing nods replaced any need to communicate by word. So on New Year's, Karen informed the three submissives who lived with them—Emily's older sisters Leslie and Linda, and Karen's mother, Marian—that they would be having brunch together at Glenda's. All three women suppressed their instant reaction, which was a fearful one. They all knew all too well that for them, the most significant location in Glenda's restaurant was the ladies' room. This was where Glenda had made it clear that domes were free to use the couch to discipline their charges in a semipublic manner. All three had been spanked on the couch and had seen other women made to lower their panties and climb across their dominant's lap to be punished in this childish manner. Karen then went on to detail her instructions as the three women fretted about the outing. To their disappointed faces, she told them they would all be required to wear hicut white cotton panties with a small pantiliner. Everyone knew that this meant that the liner was likely to be inspected by Karen or Emily and when found to be soiled or stained, would result in more severe disciplining. The women were then made to lower their panties for pre-lunch inspection before leaving the apartment. Linda lowered her hicuts first and everyone saw the tell-tale string that indicated she was on her period. Karen immediately issued the humiliating order to Emily's sister to remove her tampon and replace it with only a very small pad. Poor Linda realized that this meant she would indubitably stain her panties and receive extra punishment, as well as supreme humiliation when bared in the ladies room. Usually, Karen's mother, Marian, was the most resistant to training and thus was punished the most harshly, mostly by her own daughter. Karen took special pleasure in putting Marian through her paces because her mother had been offhandedly dismissive of the petite Karen while the young dome was growing up. Now Karen, still in her 20s looking like a teenager, was a superb domme in the making, having learned many of the necessary attributes from her great friend Emily. While both had regular boy friends, they often spent nights together in Emily's spacious bed, as they explored their feminine charms. Marian began to open her mouth to protest the pantiliner requirement and before she could have her say, Karen pulled out a tiny pair of little girl panties—the kind with bunnies on them and a reinforced plastic crotch to take care of the inevitable accidents young girls experienced—and held them out. "You will wear these, Marian," she intoned, as her mother cringed but accepted the shameful panties and then began the even more embarrassing process of removing her regular underpants so she could put the tight little girly ones on. Leslie, the second sister, had avoided the humiliations visited on her older sister, Linda, and Karen's mom, Marian. She tried to focus on staying quiet while she inserted the awful little pantiliner in the crotch of her hicuts. Now that all three subs had been inspected, Karen told Emily that everyone was ready to go. They arrived at Glenda's and the owner smiled gratefully as they entered. Glenda was appreciative of the patronage Emily had generated for her café. She also had enjoyed being invited to Emily's luxurious apartment on an evening when everyone else was away. The two had had a lovely light repast and then repaired to Emily's commodious bed for a night of exciting pleasures. Glenda was an experienced lesbian but even she had no awareness previously of the amazing techniques Emily knew to heighten sensitivity and postpone gratification. Glenda's bright auburn curls contrasted appealingly with Emily's sprightly dirty blonde ponytail. Emily never dressed as her conservatively-attired friend Karen did. She preferred much more distinctive but exceedingly well-tailored outfits that exuded her own imagination and originality. Her assistant, Wendy, led the party to a choice corner round table and sparkled as she chatted with Karen while Emily remained to exchange a few words with her boss. "If any of your charges misbehave," Glenda said with a grin, "and you decide to take them to my ladies' room to be disciplined, be aware that I have obtained a few little items that you might enjoy making use of," she explained to a very interested Emily. "There's a small box in the second drawer by the sink that contains what I call 'punishment tampons,' sweetie. When inserted, they emit occasional little stings that produce interesting reactions from the wearer," she giggled. "Oh, that will be fun," Emily replied, "since my sister Linda is having her period." "And also, for your delectation, my dear, I have provided in the next drawer in there a supply of lovely little canes and whips that are appropriate for use in, shall we say, a lady's most delicate spots?" Glenda said with a huge smile. "You needn't feel that you are in a way less well armed than one of those Dedeaux characters when they used to playfully give their victims a few 'pussies'," she added. Emily was quite familiar with the novels to which Glenda referred. She only resented that some of the most severe dominance in them was always coming from men to be visited upon women. It was her intention soon to begin to train her boyfriend to be as submissive as the three women sitting out at the table in Glenda's café now. She now kissed Glenda lightly on the cheek and joined her party at the table as everyone enjoyed the brunch. Glenda came by and poured some mimosas for them herself. Then they were served some delightful salads with mushrooms, peppers, arugula, and frisee. Marian had ordered an omelet, which arrived perfectly cooked, and Emily herself enjoyed one of the light frittatas Glenda had become well-known for serving. In her haste to enjoy the omelet, and knowing that the pleasant part of the meal was coming to an end shortly, Marian began eating more quickly than she was able to swallow, a nervous habit she had always had. She coughed on her food and actually released some from her mouth that landed on the front of her jumper. All three of the subservient women were normally required to wear schoolgirlish outfits such as sweater sets and jumpers. Karen of course noticed that Marian had behaved badly by eating fast and then spitting out her food on herself. She took her mother by the hand and said, "It looks like you have earned the first trip to the ladies room. Come with me now," she added, as the shamed Marian wiped herself clean and rose to be taken by the hand as if she were a small child to the ladies room. Once there, Karen took Marian into the handicapped stall and bade her lift her skirt and lower her little girl panties. Marian reddened as she complied with the embarrassing orders. Karen saw immediately that there was liquid and white creamy staining on the plastic crotch of Marian's tight cute panties. "It seems you are unable to control your girly secretions," Karen said in a clinical tone. "Now go ahead and empty your bladder so we have no accidents when you are across my lap," Karen said as if she were addressing a six-year-old instead of her 50-year-old mother. Marion proceeded, with difficulty, to pee while her daughter bossily watched her sitting on the toilet with her legs open and her little girl panties at her knees. Finally she released her urine in a loud splash and nodded to Karen that she had finished. "You have completed your wee wee?" Karen asked. "Yes, Miss Karen," Marion answered in ritual tones, knowing that Karen would insist that she say, as she did, "I have done wee-weeing, Miss Karen." With that, Karen bossily took a sheet of toilet tissue and wiped her mother's hairy vulva. She told Marion to keep her panties at her knees and to stand up. Karen flushed the toilet, opened the door of the stall, and led Marian by the hand to the couch where the ultimate humiliation would be imposed on the very scared Marian. Without further prompting, Marian climbed across the small skirted lap of her daughter. She realized how ridiculous she looked lying across Karen's lap, with her large buttocks displayed so that her hair between her legs stuck out between her rear cheeks. Karen made the scene even more revealing by placing her hand between Marian's legs and indicating she was to spread them as far as the panties at her knees permitted. Marian had a vulva that protruded to the rear so now it was glaringly visible to Karen and to anyone else who might appear while Marian was being disciplined. Karen began to apply spanks to Marian's prominent cheeks. Soon, as Karen spanked her mother, an attractive woman in her 20s came into the ladies room and rushed to stall, where soon the loud splash of her pent-up pee was heard hitting the water. She quickly wiped herself, pulled up her pants, and emerged to wash her hands and adjust her makeup. Lori, for that was her name, noticed Karen spanking Marian on the couch. She smiled at Karen and asked, "Has this little girl been naughty today so that you had to bring her into the ladies room for her bare botty to be spanked?" Karen loved the tone of Lori's inquiry and responded in kind, "Oh yes, this little girl behaves very badly in company so as you see, she needs to be spanked and I've been having her wear this sweet little girly panties as punishment." "Do you ever find it necessary to punish her more severely?" Lori asked, now with a wide smile across her attractive face. Lori had flaming red hair and a cute figure that Karen envied. "Well," Karen answered, "she does misbehave quite a lot, for someone who has been in training now for some time. She is a very naughty girl and sometimes I have to use a soft whip in between her legs." Marian cringed as she thought of the strands of the whip striking her most sensitive places. "Do you want me to show you?" she asked Lori. Pointing to Marian, she added, "She won't enjoy this but it will be good for her." "Oh.....sure," Lori answered. "I really don't want to cause her any more serious punishment but I'd find it interesting to see her disciplined the way you described." Much to both of their surprise, Karen reached into the drawer Glenda had mentioned to Emily and withdrew a small whip perfectly suited to punishing a woman's most sensitive and intimate areas. She humiliatingly tapped the whip between Marian's spread thighs, meaning that her mother was now expected to spread her legs more to receive the whip right in her open vulva. Lori noticed that Marian's girly bits were darker than her own more youthful ones. Marian's vulva actually looked sort of brown-colored to Lori, but before she could examine it more carefully, Karen flicked her wrist and the small whip landed right between Marian's labia and tickled the tiny peephole and the opening of Marian's vagina. Marian somehow held off a scream and instead whimpered as more strokes landed within her most intimate and sensitive place. "You see how she knows she needs this punishment," Karen confided to Lori, who nodded her assent. "You seem quite able to control her and give her what she needs," Lori said with respect to Karen, who cherished this kind of regard. She smiled at Lori and said she would love to give her a call and get together soon if Lori was so inclined. Lori responded with a grin and took out a sweet ladies' fountain pen and write her number down on a business card and handed it to Karen. "Maybe you'd like to help punish her?" Karen asked the red-haired visitor. Lori nodded in the positive and Karen handed her the whip. Lori ran her finger between Marian's thighs and teased the older woman's clit with her fingertip. "Oh, she is quite wet," Lori reported. Then she took the whip from Karen, lined it up, and snapped it right between Marian's labia so that Marian was surprised and let out a louder scream. "I'll give you something to scream about," Karen responded, clearly annoyed. She reached into the lower drawer and extracted a ginger fig which she carefully inserted into Marian's cute little anus. Marian cringed as she felt her anus invaded, and now Karen ordered her to pull up her panties as she stood. She escorted Marian back to their table and waved good-bye to Lori. Both women reflected on their meeting and liked what they saw awaiting them, now and in the immediate future. Disciplining Mom Ch. 03 Karen found herself increasingly annoyed at the undercurrent of resistance that her mother, Marian, appeared to show to the little lady's dominance over Marian that arose from the mother's need for shelter and support. Karen's good friend Emily had put Karen in charge of Emily's own older sisters, Leslie and Linda, largely because Emily savored the feelings of helpless submission that their being subjected to Karen's whimsical dominance engendered. Both Karen and Emily were in their 20s, while Emily's sisters were 32 and 38, respectively, and Karen's mother, Marian, was in her late 40s. Leslie and Linda were quite careful to follow Karen's commands—however annoying and even cruel—to the letter. If she told them they had to request her permission to use the toilet, they would do just that and calmly wait until she granted assent and do their business while she watched them. Or she might even make one of these women use a child's wooden potty on the living room floor in front of everyone who might be present. Marion was another story altogether. It didn't seem to matter how often Karen demeaned her in front of the others or even subjected her to severe punishment in public. Marian now was often made by Karen to lift her little skirt and lower her little girl panties to receive a nasty caning from her daughter. And Karen had learned how to wield the fiendish instrument quite well. She laid on the strokes with a practiced hand and usually left a bottom that was her target with a gated pattern where she expertly crossed the strokes. The nasty-looking purple diamond marks where the lines crossed would remain obvious for weeks. Emily especially enjoyed observing Karen's steady efforts to bring her recalcitrant parent under control. Karen made Marian wear short school-girlish skirts that barely covered her panties and when she was ordered to lift them, those tight little panties would soon be moved down in the other direction, exposing Marian's very mature pudendum. Unlike Leslie and Linda, Marian had been permitted to keep her plenteous pubic hair, mostly because Emily liked to watch an obviously mature woman being put through her paces by her diminutive but highly assertive daughter. In keeping with the special punishments the two domes reserved for Marian (as well as for Emily's continued amusement), Karen's mom was required to wear an old-fashioned Kotex sanitary belt with tabbed napkin when she had her period. Karen would make her show her soiled napkin to the group each time she wanted to change it. Then Emily came up with the added humiliation of depriving Marian of panties on days when she was wearing the Kotex belt. This meant Marian would be exposed as wearing the belt if her little skirt flipped up—also, she had no protection against period accidents if they went past her napkin or if the napkin moved around between her legs. Emily's friend, Maria, who was a seamstress, came by one night when Marian was being punished by Karen. Karen had made Marian flip up her skirt, lower her little panties, and expose her late-40s figure, namely her large rear, to everyone as Karen spanked her. Maria commented to Emily on how arousing it was to see the mature Marian get spanked like that, and especially when her pubic hair was on view. "I can make her a belt she would wear when she isn't on her period," Maria told Emily, who later mentioned this to Karen. Emily asked Maria what she had in mind and the seamstress told her that among the leather items she had been asked to make recently was a leather chastity belt. The ones Maria had sewn had two slit openings for the obvious bodily functions. "But I make them so you—Karen, say, for Marian—can close those slits and then the woman wearing the belt has to ask permission for them to be opened so she can do her business," Maria grinned as she told Emily about the creation. The next day Maria was asked to return to measure Marian. This process was quite demeaning because Maria asked Karen to use the tape measure to determine how long Marian's labia were and the distance between the vaginal and anal openings. The girls had not told Marian what it was she was being measured for, so the older woman was clearly worried. "Miss Karen, have I done something naughty that you are doing this to me?" she plaintively asked her dominating daughter. Karen laughed and told her she just needed a lot more training until she would learn to be properly subservient. Marian blushed when Emily asked her when she expected her next period, in front of Maria. Karen snapped that she had better answer Emily's question if she knew what was good for her and brandished her little whip that she usually had in her handbag, ready for use whenever needed. Emily thanked Karen for her response and praised her efforts to "civilize" Marian. She then told Maria to take the time needed to measure Linda and Leslie for similar belts "just in case I decide they might benefit from wearing them once I see how it works out for Marian." * It only took Maria several days to prepare the new leather belt for Marian to wear. When she came by to deliver it, Karen inspected it carefully and admired the seamstress's craftsmanship. "You've really managed to make such good use of the metal and the leather," she said to Maria with a smile. "You're such a wonderful domme to do work for," Maria responded to the diminutive Karen, who always warmed to praise. "Let me show you how some of the features work," Maria continued. She showed Karen the crotch strap and remarked that it was wider than the kind used in a saddle strap "because this one can thus stay on longer without irritating the tissues." She showed Karen the two holes, one with slits in the lower front and the other in the rear where the metal fittings allowed the passage of feces out but prevented anything from entering the opening. "Now when you want to lock the holes," she smiled, "you use this little key that fits into the keyhole next to each opening and you can adjust the opening. You can also make the opening(s) smaller but not close them off entirely if you wish," she added with a gleam in her eye and a broad smile. Karen could not resist impetuously kissing Maria right on her lips. The two then hugged and Karen felt so happy at the interest shown by the seamstress Emily had introduced to her. Karen asked Maria if she might have a few minutes to relax. When the seamstress nodded that she did, Karen took her by the hand and escorted her to the bedroom she and Emily shared. She locked the door and invited Maria to get comfortable as she helped the seamstress, who of course was taller than Karen but had a friendly smile and a set of pretty brunette bangs on her forehead, take off her jumper and blouse. Both women were now in bra and panties and they proceeded to unhook one, slip off the pants, and join one another under the warm covers. Karen nestled in the taller woman's arms and initiated some pleasure for her by delightfully using her fingers to gently probe the outer lips of Maria's protruding vulva, only dabbing at the tip of her engorged clit. When Maria began to respond by rotating her hips and lifting her rear up and down on the mattress, Karen surprised her by inserting a gentle finger into Maria's tight little anal rosebud. It did open more to her touch and elicited some lovely murmurs from the seamstress. "I'll have to make you some nice leather panties, Karen," Maria managed to offer. But then she was overtaken by the insistent orgasm brought on by Karen's fingers on her clit and in her anus. * It was time soon thereafter for Marian to try on the new belt. "This will be part of your training regimen," Karen said as she helped her mother step into the leather-and-metal item. Marian looked very fearful as the belt was pulled up her legs and the fittings snapped shut around her waist. The crotch was not as tight as she had feared and the leather Maria had used was very soft and supple. "Now you see that there are holes in the belt for you to do your business," Karen explained to Marian. "But these may be closed and locked, or even made smaller, if I find that you have misbehaved or been naughty, so if I were you, I would make an effort to be more cooperative. If I find it necessary to make the holes smaller or to close and lock them entirely, you will have to ask me for them to be opened when you need to use the toilet and that privilege will be withheld if you have been a bad girl." Marian winced as she thought of how awful it was going to be when Karen closed the holes in the belt and the impending need to pee or shit grew in her abdomen. She was not aware of the other feature Maria had described to Karen. "If you want to impose punishment without the need to close the holes," she had said, "the crotch is large enough so you can put some nettles in it, even when the wearer, such as your mother, has plenty of pubic hair, or you can rub some oil of wintergreen on the leather." * Marian was wearing the new belt, along with a demure white sleeveless blouse over her plain white bra and a short skirt Karen had selected for her. When Emily got home, she saw Marian and given the brevity of Karen's mom's skirt, noticed the new belt. "Oh Karen," Emily gushed, "she looks so darling in that new belt!" Marian cringed as Karen lifted her mother's skirt to show Emily the belt. She went on to explain the intimate features as Marian's face became ever redder. "Is this embarrassing you?" Karen asked her mother, with the slightest of sneers. "Because if it is, you'd better get over it because you haven't seen what embarrassment can be yet." Marian first started to cry and then looked at Karen and muttered, "I never realized what a true bitch I raised." Karen blanched and told Marian she was going to be a very sorry young lady. "Lift your skirt," she ordered with a flourish. Marian now realized she had overstepped and was going to suffer for it. "I'm sorry, Miss Karen," she whimpered, "I didn't mean it. I was caught up in the moment." "You'll be caught up all right," Karen rejoined. She took the little key and gradually tightened the front hole until it was almost completely closed. This meant that if Marian tried to pee, very little of the stream would exit through the designated hole, which was almost closed, and would instead wet the crotch and go out the back hole. "Don't even think about asking me to use the toilet for another two hours," she added, imposing a quick and disheartening sentence on Marian, who realized that she would probably need to pee, at the least, well before that time frame. * "Miss Karen," Marian whimpered again, almost two hours later, "this is serious. I'm about to lose control. Please allow me to open the belt and use the toilet." "Why, Marian," Karen responded with a distracted air, "you know that you have at least ten minutes left until I will even consider opening the hole for you. And if you bother me again, I will extend that for another two hours," she added, almost whimsically. Marian began making the motions of a woman trying her hardest to hold the pee in. She moved around and finally started placing her hand over her crotch. "Oh no, I'm sorry, Miss Karen," she cried, "it's ....it's starting to come out." Karen reached down and felt the belt crotch getting wet. She took her key and Marian was waiting and hoped she could stop the stream now until Karen opened the hole. But the diminutive dome instead used her key to completely close both holes. "You are not allowed to use the toilet yet," she said. "You will be punished for wetting yourself." Marian screeched and then let go as the pee roared out of her peephole and filled her crotch. The belt was tight but soon it started to edge over the edges and Karen told her to follow her into the bathroom. Now Karen unhooked the belt, slipped it off Marian's waist, and drew her mother across her lap. She picked up her little whip and began whipping Marian's already striped bottom. "You purposely defied my orders and let yourself pee in the new belt," she intoned. "You will be suitably and appropriately punished." With that, she began to strike with the whip between Marian's open legs and landed several strokes right on the older woman's open vulva. Marian screamed and then just gave up and limply accepted her punishment. Linda, Leslie and then Emily returned from being out for dinner. They saw Marian's bare pudendum and the belt at her feet. "Oh," Emily said with a light tone, "has she already had an accident in the belt?" "Yes," Karen said, "and now it will go back on her all night, with all the holes closed. And she had better not complain about it being wet with her pee and she better not ask me to open it until I think she deserves that privilege." With that, Karen slowly drew the wet belt back up Marian's legs and snapped it shut, locking the holes with her little key. "You'd better behave yourselves, girls," Emily advised her older sisters with a smile. "I think Karen and I might just see about getting the two of you just the kind of belt Marian is wearing." Disciplining Mom Ch. 04 It had only been about two-plus weeks since Marian had been taken in by Karen and Emily when Karen's mom had appeared at their door needing a place to stay. Karen had not spared any of her increasingly dominant persona making sure that Marian understood from the start who was in charge. Her mother had not responded with alacrity to being subjected to her daughter's whims. Karen had thus imposed stricter discipline on her own mother than had been needed to tame Emily's older sisters, Leslie and Linda, who, in their 30s, also lived with Karen and Emily in a subordinate status. Marian, now hitting 50, had even been made to wear a chastity device that Emily's seamstress friend, Maria, had made that could be locked to make it virtually impossible for her to urinate or defecate without soiling the belt or otherwise making a total mess. Marian now realized she was about to subject herself to what might be excruciatingly humiliating treatment. But she decided that taking a positive attitude toward Karen's clear dominance probably made more sense than continuing any sullen resistance to the little lady her daughter had become. She raised the subject soon thereafter when Karen appeared to be in a good mood. "Miss Karen," Marian began, trying to be most helpful, "I thought I should tell you that it's likely I will get my period in a day or two because I've been feeling the twinges I usually get when it's almost here." Karen smiled at her now subservient mother. She loved the fact that Marian was so far accepting her reduced status as to volunteer information about something so personal as her menstrual period. "Well, it's good you mentioned that to me," Karen responded, "because as you probably would expect, that I have special plans for how you need to behave during that time of the month." Marian did not feel so wonderful hearing that as she immediately began pondering what awful embarrassment Karen had up her sleeve for the forthcoming five-day span of her menses. She even recalled now that Karen had been quite enthralled by hearing about the menstrual discipline that the lesbian Deb had discussed that time in the ladies room when Marian was being disciplined. "I'm going to start you out when your period arrives," Karen declared, "with a nice old-fashioned sanitary belt and tabbed napkin. Depending on how you do with that, I will then determine what kind of protection you will be permitted for the rest of your period." Marian's face fell as she had just experienced the awful belt that Karen had made her mother wear—the one that when locked up did not allow her to pee or poop without the extreme humiliation of asking Karen to unlock the belt. And it was even worse because Karen insisted that Marian use the babyish words "doody" and "weewee" when expressing the need to do either. *** Marian awoke early two days later and was horrified to see a thin red stain in her white girly panties. Her period had definitely arrived. She presented herself to her daughter Karen with only a slight degree of shame from being in such a subordinate position. Karen had been in bed with her great friend Emily and responded in an annoyed tone to Marian's entry into their room although it was well past nine o'clock in the morning. "You know that I'm not to be disturbed in here unless it's an emergency," Karen snapped. "Miss Karen," Marian said sheepishly, "I did not want to disturb you or Miss Emily but you had asked me to report to you as soon as my period began. Well, it has started." Karen's next words did take Marian by surprise, though they certainly should have been expected. "Pull down your panties and show me the crotch right now," Karen ordered. "Then spread your labia for my inspection." Marian complied with the humiliating instructions. She slipped down the nice plain white silky undies Karen had now permitted her to wear. She had only recently been released from having to wear tight little girls panties with animals on them. "Yes, you did stain those panties so you will need to be punished for that," Karen stated rather plainly. "But as you could not be certain when your period would arrive, I will give you some leeway here." "Thank you, Miss Karen," Marian said with some relief. "May I now have some protection so I can keep myself clean...down there?" "Naughty girls need to earn their protection," Karen replied. "You will start with just a small pantiliner because it should meet the need since this is your first day. You will request me to change you when you feel the liner is totally soiled. Do not bother me until then or I will extend the time until your next change. If you behave well today, I will let you wear the sanitary belt and tabbed napkin for the 2nd day." Karen then bent down as Marian held her dark-colored labia apart for the extremely intimate and humiliating inspection. Karen offhandedly commented that Marian's labia appeared puffy and asked her if she had been masturbating. Marion blanched and then turned red in the face and almost began to cry as she admitted she had been playing with herself. "You are not to engage in that without my permission," came the ruling from her extremely controlling dominatrix, who was her daughter, of course. *** In the communal bathroom, Karen had posted a large chart with Marian, Linda, and Leslie listed on it, along with the expected dates of their periods and the level of protection they would be allowed. Next to Marion's name, she had written "Restricted" and initialed it. This meant that while on her period, Marion needed to get Karen's permission to lower her panties for any reason, including use of the toilet of change in her sanitary protection. Marian had some time to relax before her dominating daughter returned home, so she sat on the couch and watched some afternoon television. She felt some more dampness in her crotch but was afraid to check it because she was forbidden to lower her panties without permission. So she peeked down the front of her panties and saw that her menstrual flow was becoming more plentiful and was almost running off the edge of the small thin pantiliner onto her panties. Although she hated the prospect of soiling her panties and knowing that the flow would inexorably run off the soaked little liner, Marian was more fearful of violating the strict restrictions that Karen had imposed. When Karen finally arrived, Marian softly asked her, "Miss Karen, I feel very damp and am sure that my liner is so full that I'm afraid my panties may be soiled. Would you permit me to check it and change it now?" Karen enjoyed the deference she now received from her mother. She always had in her mind the nasty spankings and minor insults that she had suffered growing up under this woman's control and now was payback time. It was delightful to her sensibility to hear her own mother plead with her merely to check whether she had bloodied her panties. "Pull them down and raise your skirt right now so I may check you," Karen ordered Marian in the strongest tone. Marian complied rapidly and the panties came down with the soaked liner laying in the crotch which showed signs of having absorbed some of the menstrual fluid. "Hmm, it seems that you have started flowing more heavily than usual, isn't that right, marian?" Karen asked, pretending concern. "I suppose so, Miss Karen," Marian answered. "I would be very grateful if you allowed me to use some kind of regular tampon or pad now." "You have not yet earned that privilege," Karen told her curtly. "But I will allow you to put on the sanitary belt and napkin now." She proceeded to retrieve those items from the closet and handed them to Marian. "First, take this sheet of paper towel and wipe yourself. Then you put the belt and napkin on and make sure they are tight and positioned correctly." Marian duly wiped her crotch and handed the stained towel to Karen who flipped it in the trash basket. Marian then managed to pull up the belt and attach the old-fashioned tabbed napkin (it was a Kotex) that Karen had given her. Then she pulled both up snugly around her waist and made sure the napkin was right straight between her thighs. Karen enjoyed seeing her mother wear the belt and napkin. She remembered how Marian had made her use them when as a girl she first menstruated. Now she advised Marian of other issues. "You are to be punished for staining your underpants twice, once when you got your period and now while wearing the pantiliner," Karen intoned. Marian knew enough by now not to argue about what were clearly totally unfair punishments since she could in no way control her menstrual flow. Karen pointed to the punishment table and Marian duly climbed up to it and lay on her back as Karen inserted Marian's feet into the stirrups and locked the straps. This permitted Karen to lift the cords holding the stirrups so as to lift Marian's legs and place her in diaper position. Karen then picked up her favorite thin cane and gave Marian five crisp strokes on her exposed wide bottom. Marian tried to stifle her screams but by the fourth, she was hurting and made some noise. She also realized to her dismay that she needed to pee badly. Punishment always made her bladder want to expel its contents, she thought. "Miss Karen," she asked pleadingly, "may I be allowed to weewee? This punishment has stirred up my usual reactions." Karen chuckled and placed the glass bowl under Marion's haunches. She grinned as her mother allowed her urine to flow with a loud ping into the bowl. Then Karen removed it and told Marian it would be retained in case it was needed should Marian misbehave any more. *** Emily returned to the abode and Karen was so pleased that both girls went into their commodious bedroom, locked the door, and proceeded to cuddle on the bed while they disrobed one another. "Oh sweetie," Karen said, "I so missed you and now I have to supervise Marian all the time when she has her period." "I'm surprised the battle-axe still gets them," Emily giggled. "Well, I think she may be approaching the change," Karen confided, "because it seems that they have become quite heavy. And you would have loved how she blanched when she learned I'm only allowing her a little pantiliner to start with. She immediately overflowed on it of course and now I have her in the Kotex belt. You probably will need to tease her about it and make her show you the business side of the napkin and her bleeding puss." Emily and Karen now deftly slipped off each other's panties and rolled into a clinch beneath the covers. Emily loved the way Karen's fingers cleverly teased Emily's rising clit and Karen found that her nipples were especially sensitive to Emily's knowing touch. It was not long before both climaxed in their individual styles and held each other tight. "We have dates tonight," Emily declared, as she mentioned to Karen that they needed to get dressed before their handsome boy friends arrived. "I assume you will want Marian to service you when we return and I will decide whether Leslie or Linda gets the privilege of licking boycum from my puss," Emily went on. Disciplining Mom Ch. 05 Karen and Emily took special care in preparing for their double date that night. Their boyfriends, Rod and Bill, had worked it out to invite both of the women to a swing party, and everyone understood that the name referred both to the classic music and the style of the party, which would feature exchange of partners for sex. Both donned their nicest silk lingerie and made certain to apply perfume to their intimate places as well as other spots, such as behind their knees. They did wear soft chenille blouses and rather short skirts for the dancing. Emily, who was all of 24 but very self-assured, had a curvier figure but little Karen, who was 23 and only 32A on top, had become far more confident during her already significant career as the principal dominatrix of their household. Emily had placed her two older sisters, Leslie and Linda, under Karen's command. And most recently, Karen's mother, Marian, had come to live with them and had been subjected to Karen's fiercest discipline. Leslie and Linda were required to keep little conduct books, which Karen would use to enter their misdeeds for later consideration during punishment sessions. Marian was normally required, unlike the others, to sleep on a small mat beside her daughter's bed and was also made to wear a very restrictive chastity belt that Karen's friend Maria had made for her. The belt had holes in appropriate places for urination and defecation but Karen had a key with which she could close those openings partially or completely, which would mean Marian had to ask permission for the belt to be opened for her to relieve herself or fear having an accident which would surely earn her severe punishment from her dominant daughter. The boys turned up dressed nicely in sport jackets and ties; Emily and Karen immediately hit it off with the others at the party, all of whom were attractive and friendly. Neither was upset when two other men, likely no more than a year or two older, invited them to join them in another room and began making love to the girls simultaneously. Both girls figured that it was fine being together—even when the actual sex started—rather than be involved in it with everyone watching. Todd and Chet, their two new acquaintances, were good kissers and Emily and Karen happily shed their outer clothing as the guys stripped down to boxers. After lots of cuddling, they were invited to remove their bras and each boy slipped his girl's silky panties down and off, proceeding to provide plentiful oral attention to Karen's and Emily's pussies. After that, the two found themselves pleased to be lying next to each other as Todd and Chet impaled them with their sizeable equipment. Karen had once suffered the sorrows of being a wallflower growing up, but now she found she absolutely loved to fuck. After everyone managed to come almost at the same moment, the room erupted in good-natured smiles and hugs. The girls decided it made sense after this enjoyable interlude to put their clothes back on and they joined their original dates, who had also enjoyed delightful intercourse with another pair of welcoming women in yet another room. All four decided that after a few more dances, they were ready to return to Bill's place and then they separated into couples, occupied the apartment's two bedrooms, and stripped down for more sex. After a few more cums, both girls were filled with both the drinks they had ingested and the cum in their pussies. They had not lost awareness of their surroundings, though, and kissed Rod and Bill good night as the boys dropped them off at Emily's spacious place. The girls were giddy with pleasure from the delights of multiple sex partners as they walked up to their apartment. Once they entered, Emily's sisters and Karen's mom greeted them respectfully. Emily took charge, which surprised all of them because she had so often delegated direct supervision of all three submissives to little Karen, whose dominant side had become much more evident. But Emily still had some authority over even Karen, who in the end remained her protégé. Emily rather abruptly ordered Leslie and Marian to strip to their panties only and join Karen and her in the commodious bedroom Emily occupied as head of the household. She bade Karen sit next to her on the side of the large king-sized bed and spread her legs under her short skirt, having, as had Karen, not bothered to put her panties back on after the sex at Bill's. Emily merely pointed for Leslie to crawl between her younger sister's legs and start to lick Emily's dripping pussy clean. Then Emily motioned to Marian to do the same for her own daughter, Karen, and soon both submissives' tongues were licking the two pussies as Emily and Karen were cleaned from the cum of the two sex partners with whom they had so pleasantly fucked. Once Karen had writhed and bucked her hips in response to her mother's tongue teasing her risen clit, she came hard and added her own juices to the spicy cum cocktail Marian had been swallowing as the combined cum seeped out of Karen's tight little vagina. Emily reacted similarly and also spiced her dripping cum with an occasional jet of strong pee for Linda to taste as she licked her younger sister's snatch. Marian began licking less as if to signal that she hoped Karen had been sated. Karen took umbrage at her mother's assuming that her oral service was ending and told her that she had earned herself a hiding for presumption. Shortly then, Marian was ordered to pull down her panties and get across little Karen's lap for a spanking. Karen always enjoyed having her mother across her lap in the spanking position, because she recalled how her mother had disciplined her in this way during her childhood and even into her adolescence. The diminutive dominatrix began spanking her mother's commodious bottom-cheeks and then ceremoniously inserted her finger deep into Marian's dark-colored anal opening. Withdrawing her finger and showing the now amused Emily a finger displaying a brown smudge from inside Marian's anus, Karen told Emily that she now needed to "check the oil" frequently with Marian, meaning that she would insert her finger into her mother's most private place to see if a bowel movement was imminent. "It looks like that big girl will need to make a doody soon," Emily giggled as she looked at Karen's smudged fingertip. Marian, still over her daughter's lap, cringed and her face grew as red as Karen had made her bottom. "Karen," Emily suggested, "it would be fun, I think, to have her do her business by squatting over that little bowl I have here," pointing to a small china bowl on her dresser. Karen thus ordered her mother to squat over the bowl and "make her doody" for them right then. Still tasting the combined cum she had licked and sucked from Karen's messy cunt, Marian assumed the humiliating posture of squatting over the small bowl as she felt, almost against her own initial resistance, a large movement begin to slide out of her anus. Emily watched as it filled the small bowl and then was watered as Marian involuntarily released her bladder's contents over the steaming dark brown turd. "Quite a performance, Maid Marian," Emily said by way of mocking Karen's now-submissive mother. Karen told Marian to turn around to be wiped. Then Karen took some toilet paper and very roughly wiped her mother's anal area and showed her the soiled tissue by holding it in front of her face. "Let me see that, too, sweetie," Emily chimed in, and Karen grinned as she held up the filthy toilet tissue. "Ooh, Marian was quite the messy little girl, wasn't she?" Emily said in her most condescending tone. "Yes," Karen replied, "and I intend to put her back in her control belt so she learns to hold her waste products in until I decide it is the right time for her to be permitted to release them." At this, all of Marian's fears returned, because she both despised and was incredibly afraid of being made by Karen to wear the awful belt, knowing too that the diminutive domme was likely to keep the openings tightly locked so that Marian could only pee or shit when Karen deigned to open them or open the belt itself. "Well, since she's misbehaved," Emily rejoined, "perhaps you'd like to have her take my pee now, because I really need to go after all this activity." Karen merely motioned to Marian to stand up and then squat between Emily's spread legs to place her mouth right on Emily's shaved slit to receive her pee. Emily adjusted herself so she was sitting over the edge of the bed and directly over Marian's open mouth that was placed very close to her spread labia and made sure to encompass the tiny peephole from which Emily would soon release a strong stream of urine. When the stream suddenly emerged from Emily's urethra, Marian held her jaws open very wide so as to swallow it all. Emily, however, had not urinated for some hours and the contents of her bladder were thus strong and a dark yellow in color. Marian soon gagged and the pee hit her right in the face, splashing a bit onto Emily's open vulva. Emily allowed the now very frightened Marian to resume swallowing and then, once her stream had tailed off and ended, silently motioned to Karen's mother to stand and hold herself open right in front of Emily. "You splashed me, Marian," Emily said crossly, "so I'm going to punish your own naughty pussy." Marian blanched as Emily reached for a soft little whip she kept in her top bureau drawer. Retrieving the whip, Emily watched as Marian ignominiously reached down and held her own labia open for the painful punishment that she was about to receive. Emily placed the little whip down between Marian's open legs and snapped it upward so that the tails stung Marian's sensitive inner labia and vaginal opening, as well as torturing the older woman by striking the ever-so-sensitive tip of her clitoris. "Yikes!" Marian let out as the whip struck her most intimate and sensitive places. Emily smiled a mildly sadistic grin and gave Karen's mother three more strokes in the same place before putting the whip back in her drawer. "You should learn from that punishment, Marian," Karen intoned. "Miss Emily should be able to pee in your sorry mouth without your gagging and getting her all wet down there. I would have thought you would show some results from all the training we have been giving you." Marian thought about the training but remembered the long days during which Karen had repeatedly spanked and caned her, as well as whipping her on her cunt just as Emily had just done. She was constantly chiding herself for being so irresponsible as to need to plead for her daughter to take her in after her husband had walked out on her a few months earlier. Then Karen had yet another inspiration. She whispered in Emily's ear and elicited a warm smile from her great friend and sometime bed-mate. Emily went to the closet and brought out a small metallic contraption that neither Leslie nor Marian had yet seen, much less known what it was meant to do. The small metal appliance was actually a punishment bra. Karen placed it on her mother and carefully slipped its metal cones over both of Marian's 34C-sized breasts. The little lady then snapped the lock on the back of the bra and placed a small metal key in the hole beneath one cup. This was a lever that allowed her to tighten each cone to press on Marian's boobs so as to treat the whole breast as a nipple clamp might press harshly on merely the nipple. As she tightened each cup, Marian grimaced and Emily laughingly told Karen that this would help correct Marian's still-naughty attitude. Marian was really in pain from the pressing on her sensitive tit flesh but she knew not to complain. She could only hope that the two dommes would remember to release her soon even though she assumed they would soon throw Leslie and her out of the room so they could enjoy each other's carnal pleasures. Karen did realize that she was inflicting something akin to torture on her mother so after about 15 minutes, she took the little key and released Marian from the punishment bra. Marian's breasts looked red and wounded when the metal cones were taken off her tits. "Now go off to Leslie's and Linda's room and get some sleep," Karen brusquely ordered. Her mother quietly left with alacrity and found herself lying in Leslie's bed as Emily's sister made room for her. Neither had any interest in getting intimate. This, however, was hardly the case with Karen and Emily. If anything, they had been overstimulated by their eventful evening, first by the sex with the guys whose names were still unknown to them. Then there had been the lovely lovemaking by Bill and Rod. And finally, the pleasant task of disciplining Marian after she and Leslie had licked the cum from their well-filled pussies. Karen and Emily got beneath the covers of Emily's king-sized bed and held each other tightly in each other's arms. They caressed each other's breasts softly and lovingly. Then Karen knew how to stimulate her friend by letting her index finger slowly and gently penetrate Emily's cute little anal rosette. This was not the same rough insertion that Karen had performed on her mother when she "checked her oil" earlier. Karen teased Emily in her sensitive rear orifice and Emily responded by lovingly stroking little Karen's quite well-sized clit. Both felt themselves grow wetter as the blood engorged the sensitive organs between their legs. Karen used her other hand to insert fingers into Emily's soaked vagina and Emily responded by finger-fucking Karen in rhythm with her friend's fingering motion. It didn't take long for both girls to explode in a wonderful lengthy orgasm—definitely at the same time. "Someday the guys will learn to come when we do," Karen whispered in Emily's ear and they burst out laughing. As they both layback on the pillows in each other's arms and began to nod off, Emily grinned at Karen and told her how much she had enjoyed seeing her discipline Marian. "Would you mind if I gave her a nice long spanking tomorrow?" Emily asked, knowing that her friend would never deny her request. "It would be so good for her to get that kind of spanking from you," Karen responded with glee. "And that way she doesn't get to hate only me, even if I could care less what she thinks." "I'm so happy that you have had this chance to teach her a few lessons she's obviously needed," Emily added. "I only wish I could punish my own mom for the way she treated me. It's wonderful that you are able to get Leslie and Linda in line because they need to be disciplined by someone other than just me. I'm thinking, too, that we may just have Maria make belts for them like we did for Marian. Can you see the looks on their faces when I have them put on the belts and they see that the holes are closed?" It took little more to enable them both to fall asleep tightly embraced and soon to be ready to continue the disciplinary training regimen for Emily's older sisters and Karen's mother. Disciplining Mom Ch. 06 This story does involve bodily functions, so if you find that offensive, stop reading right now. All characters are well over the age of 18, and are over 21. * Marian realized that she had been going about adjusting to her new subservient life with her dominant daughter, Karen, all wrong. She resisted the diminutive Karen's bossiness but all it got her was more humiliation and painful punishment. After all, she was now wearing this awful chastity belt with openings that Karen could adjust with a small key to permit urination and defecation. The assertive Karen had been true to her word and because Marian had dared to answer back, the openings were now closed tight and Marian felt the pressure on both her urinary and anal sphincters. She was 50 years old, abandoned by her husband and forced to seek shelter with her daughter. Karen was exacting severe payback for the constant put-downs and embarrassments Marian had visited upon her daughter during Karen's early years. Marian had not tolerated any disobedience or even questioning, either of which behaviors on Karen's part resulted in panties being taken down for a spanking, no matter who else was present. So little Karen had been spanked in front of both friends and dates, resulting in deep humiliation. But now, thanks to her friend Emily, who had been highly successful in her own business and in inheriting a large amount when quite young, Karen lived with Emily in a large apartment, and also was charged by Emily with dominating and directing Emily's two older sisters, Linda and Leslie, who lived there too. Linda had been left adrift at 38 by a broken marriage and Leslie, who was 30, had still not yet found herself. Marian had suffered quite a few major humiliations since appearing on her daughter's doorstep. Karen had made her buxom mother wear either a small tight teen's training bra or an even nastier punishment bra, which had cones that could be tightened on the wearer's breasts. And Karen's friend Maria had made the leather-and-metal chastity belt that so imprisoned Marian and made her dread her need to perform her most basic bodily functions. Karen had been particularly cruel, Marian thought, in her regulating Marian's access to sanitary supplies when her mother had her period. Marian figured that it had been caused by the scene when Karen had disciplined her in the restaurant's ladies room. Two other women had come in and it was clear that they too had a dominant-submissive relationship. The domme, Deb, had revealed to Karen that she punished her sub lover, Margie, by allowing her to use only a thin pantiliner on the heavy days of her period. So when Marian got her period, which tended now to be heavy, probably, Marian thought, because she was getting near menopause or at least perimenopause, Karen made her wear either just the wretched little liner or an old-fashioned sanitary belt which resulted in Marion's leaking since those old belts never kept the tabbed pads where they belonged right over her vaginal opening. Marian began thinking about whether she could effect some kind of escape from this parlous situation by getting a job and re-establishing herself financially. Living here on Emily's largesse—and Karen's income—was one thing but getting out from under her daughter's mean thumb was now the 50-year-old's top priority. Karen was gone much of the day at her office where she had a very responsible and reasonably well-paying position as a market analyst. Marian decided to start working the phone and calling in the few chips she had left. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her life was far from over at 50. She was still in pretty good shape, could dress nicely when her daughter let her, and could attract men. That had been her undoing, of course, but Marian relished the thought that her lustrous auburn hair and compact, curvy frame remained not-so-hidden assets for her. *** Emily's sisters also had occasion to reflect on their situations. For Linda, living in the apartment was a relief from her horrid marriage, even though she had been abandoned by a ne'er-do-well husband from whom her chances of obtaining anything resembling reasonable alimony were nil. It also hadn't helped that he had surprised Linda in flagrante with her best friend, Melissa, and now Linda began to focus like Marian on getting a decent job and escaping being dominated by Emily's close friend and apparent lover, Karen. Linda and her younger sister Leslie did commiserate on how unfair it had been that their wealthy parents had left all of their large estate to the youngest sister, Emily. Had they been able to surmount their obvious prejudices against Emily, they might have recognized her superb business talents and the clear fact that she had built her own successful business, hardly drawing on the nice bank account she had built after receiving the sizeable estates of her parents. But all the three submissive women were all taken by surprise when Karen came home that day and told them that there would be guests for dinner. They were each given tasks to prepare the apartment for the occasion and also carefully instructed to wear their "dinner clothes." These were very short navy skirts that exposed the pink ruffled panties that Karen had purchased for Linda, Leslie, and Marian to wear. They also knew to put on the thin white tee shirts that clearly disclosed their breasts since they were not permitted to wear bras. *** The dinner guests were none other than the very pleasant and outgoing woman, Deb, whom Karen had met when disciplining Marian in the ladies room at the restaurant they had brunched at recently. Deb, whose severity as disclosed by her revelation to Karen in the ladies room of how she punished Margie got Karen wet in her panties, would be accompanied by her lover, roommate, and sub, Margie. Karen had also decided to fill out the "head table" by inviting her good friend, the seamstress Maria, who had made the restrictive belt that Marian was now required to wear. Karen called on Linda and Leslie to set up the dining room; she herself was an excellent cook and would prepare the dinner with Marian's assistance. Linda and Leslie knew that there would be two separate dining tables: one, the head table, would seat Emily, Karen, Deb, and Maria, while Linda, Leslie, Marian, and Margie would sit at the smaller, lower table, with four small childs' chairs. The three resident subs would not only be wearing their embarrassing outfits but would use child-sized silverware and small child's plates for the small portions they would be given. All knew that if they complained they would be required to eat baby food for their meal instead. When Emily returned, the kitchen was in full gear. Marian was being very quiet as she quickly provided whatever implement her dominant daughter, Karen, demanded. Marian knew from experience that delay in her getting a needed spatula, for example, to Karen when needed would result in the spatula being applied to her pantied bottom. Karen was very pleased with the blanquette de veau she had made, and focused now on the vegetables and the dessert. As the hour approached when Deb, Margie, and Maria would arrive, she ordered Marian to go to the subs' room to get dressed for dinner. Soon the doorbell rang and it was a smiling Maria, who had arrived with a cloth bag containing the new belts she had made for Linda and Leslie. Karen hugged her good friend, paid her for her wonderful leather belts, and summoned Linda and Leslie. They both knew that it was especially dangerous to defy Karen when there were guests present as the diminutive dominatrix seemed to like nothing better than to humiliate and discipline them in front of others. Emily's sisters politely greeted Maria and asked if she needed any help with her things. Maria grinned and said to Karen, pointedly ignoring that Leslie and Linda had spoken to her, "Maybe you would like to have them try on their new presents?" Smiling, Karen ordered both to bend over and remove their ruffled panties. Although taken by surprise, the two young women complied and two attractive bare bottoms were bent over facing Karen and Maria. Maria helped each one to pull her belt up and then the seamstress adjusted the clips so the belts fit tightly. While Linda and Leslie were still bent over, Maria advised Karen as to how these belts functioned. She opened the two holes in the crotch of each girl's belt that were located right at the urethral and anal openings. Then with her little key, she showed how Karen could use that tool to set the openings at open, closed, or midway positions. "I think we'll start out by keeping them closed now," Karen remarked almost off-handedly as the two women heard to their dismay that they no longer would control their access to the toilet when the holes permitting flow of their excretion of urine and feces were locked. *** The girls and Marian now had their belts on (and closed) and their panties over them when the bell rang to announce that Deb and Margie were arriving. Karen greeted them and Emily joined her. Karen introduced her good friend to the two guests and invited to come in and sit down. The two new arrivals were a study in contrasts: Deb was a lithe blonde with a tight frame who dressed crisply, with what clearly were fancy blouses and slim tight but very trendy skirts. She favored smart pumps and sheer hose. Margie, who was a large-framed lady but not overweight for her size, dressed more casually and wore her light brown hair in an old-fashioned flip. Deb chuckled as she saw Linda, Leslie, and Marian seated on a couch in a position where their short flared skirts failed to hide their pink ruffled panties. "Oh, what cute undies your...girls have on," Deb gushed. "Deb, please meet Linda and Leslie, and you have already met my mother, Marian, in the ladies room," Karen said with some levity, as Marian's face blushed a deep crimson. Linda and Leslie rose and curtsied to Deb, as did Marian as she saw Emily's sisters execute the required deferential act of respect. "Margie, get over here and say hello to your new friends," Deb said, with a definite note of iron in her voice. Her submissive roommate quietly walked over and smiled as she said hello to the three resident submissives who were still standing and greeted her by each hugging her gently. She sat next to Marian, who motioned to her that the space next to Karen's mother was her proper location. Karen next introduced Deb to Maria and whispered to Deb that Maria would be happy to measure Margie for the kind of restrictive belt that all three of Karen's subs were wearing. Deb smiled and beckoned Margie with just her forefinger to come over. Margie was ordered to lift her skirt and lower her panties for the fitting, right in front of everyone. She knew better than even to question her domme, and the other girls, as well as Karen and Emily, soon saw her lift her own short tweed skirt and pull down her shameful little girl panties, undies that had little ducks and bunnies on them. Margie now was blushing all over. Maria stood in front of her and began using her tape measure to get sizes of Margie's waist and then the distance from her waist to her anus and vulva. Margie had to respond to humiliating directions to hold her labia apart for Maria's hands and tape but she was forced into perhaps the most unpleasant posture when the seamstress needed to measure the distance between the base of Margie's vulva to her anus. The others had suffered this horrid embarrassment and felt for poor Margie. Deb amplified her sub's shame by casually remarking to Emily, Karen, and Maria that she had given Margie a bit of a break for this dinner party by not requiring her to wear stinging nettles in the crotch of her little girl panties. "Margie was a naughty girl this morning," Deb explained as Margie cringed. "She used an extra sheet of toilet tissue to wipe herself after making a doody this morning so I had her wearing the nettles in her undies all day." Linda, Leslie, and Marian heard this, and felt both for poor Margie, who obviously suffered under a regime even more punitive and miserable than they did, as well as for what use Karen or Emily might make of this strict approach described by their visitor. But Deb wasn't finished with her description of how Margie was controlled. "If Margie really behaves badly," the confident domme continued, "she gets to spend the day, or longer, in diapers and then doesn't get changed until I get home that day. She knows that changing a poop-filled diaper is not my idea of a pleasant greeting when I arrive, of course." *** It was now time for dinner. Karen prepared the enticing plates of veal, bok choy, and noodles for Emily, Deb, Maria, and herself. She then retrieved the beef stew she had cooked up for the subs, and with Marian's assistance, cut the small portions into small pieces as one might for a toddler, and placed them on the child-sized plates that were then given to Linda, Leslie, Marian, and Margie. There was also some creamy butternut squash and a small accompaniment of Kraft macaroni and cheese. Each sub girl (although Marian was 50 and Linda 38, they were effectively reduced to being girls) was poured a child's glass of milk. At the main table, in contrast, wine was poured and the conversation was animated. Emily found that Deb was, like her, a very experienced businesswoman. Emily asked her if Margie was usually made to wear the little girl panties. Deb replied that in addition to the threat of diaper discipline if Margie misbehaved, her sub usually was required to dress in garb more appropriate for a grade-schooler. Karen chuckled and added that her mother had clearly benefitted from having to wear a teen's training bra. "Of course," she added, "now that she has been put in a very nasty punishment bra when she has been naughty, she appreciates the training bra all the more." Deb remarked that she had been so impressed with Karen's disciplining Marian in the ladies room of the restaurant. "Since then," she went on, "Margie dared to try to flirt with another woman at a party we were attending, so I thought of how you dealt with naughtiness, Karen, and told our hostess that I needed to discipline my companion right then. She obviously found my request very enjoyable so she told me to go ahead and use the armless chair in the living room where she told the rest of the party guests that 'one girl' had been naughty and needed to be punished, and that this would happen now. "I sat down and motioned to the naughty girl to come to me," Deb related. "First, she was made to remove her skirt and blouse, leaving her in her little training brand girlie panties. After placing herself across my lap, I tapped her pantied bottom to signal her to lift her middle so I could pull her little panties down to her knees. "Then, before spanking her, I decided to embarrass her a bit," Deb grinned to the women. "Placing a plastic glove on my right hand, I slipped my forefinger into her cute little bottom-hole to check to see if she might need to go potty soon. Well, someone's face was quite red when she felt my finger run into a rather solid mass in there and so she knew as I withdrew it that everyone would see the streaks of brown on the finger of my glove. "'Does this naughty little girl need to make a doody?' I sweetly asked her in a voice everyone at the party could hear,'" Deb said, still grinning. "She began to cry but also to mutter some nasty words to me so first I responded by starting to spank her quite strongly. After she quieted down when the spanks had turned her bottom a very rosy red, she got to hear how I would punish her for swearing at me. "I told everyone," Deb continued, "that because she had misbehaved so badly, they would be privileged now to see my little girl do her business right there in front of them." Linda, Leslie, and Marian cringed as they listened to Deb tell of their new friend Margie's supreme humiliation. Margie's face was now about to erupt into tears. "My good friend Julianna, who was the hostess," Deb smiled, "brought me a nice small bowl and I made the naughty girl stand and then squat in the middle of the living room over the rather small target that the bowl presented. I could see that she was furious but also horridly embarrassed and also afraid that her movement might miss the little bowl and land on the floor or even be too massive to fit in the receptacle I had set there." "Our little drama played out, ladies, as if it had been composed and rehearsed for the occasion," Deb declared with a touch of bravado. "Sweetie here squatted and after some embarrassing prequels"—Deb ostentatiously avoided using the word "fart"—"she managed to produce a fairly large movement and aimed it into the little target bowl quite nicely." By now, Margie clearly was on the verge of losing control altogether. "Deb....please," she pleaded to her domme. Deb decided that she had probably taken things as far as she should right now so she smiled her warmest smile and winking at Karen, said only, "You obviously get the drift of all this. I do hope you have found it of interest." "Thank you, Deb," Emily interjected, moving the conversation from merely Deb and Karen, "we definitely have learned from what you have described so nicely for us. We have not yet found it necessary to engage in much disciplining in front of others—although the ladies room was an eye-opener for Karen in terms of their providing her with a proper scene for what she needed at the time—so we will remember your excellent example." Disciplining Mom Ch. 07 [This story features women who are all well over the age of 21. It also includes descriptions of bodily functions so those offended by that should stop here.] * Little Karen was truly inspired by the visit at the dinner party of Deb and Margie. She felt that the lithe blonde Deb had mastered the art of dominance based on the accounts Deb provided at the party of the several ways in which Margie had been humiliated. Karen felt she had been successful in training her great friend Emily's older sisters Linda and Leslie, but that Karen's own 50-year-old mother, Marian, who had been forced to come live with the group, had so far resisted the serious efforts Karen had made to bring her mom into a compliant state. That night, Karen discussed her feelings with Emily as the two women enjoyed each other in Emily's commodious bed. Karen loved getting between Emily's gorgeous legs and pleasuring her friend with a good tonguing of her split. Emily responded by starting to writhe and to secrete delightfully tasting juices that Karen avidly licked up. "You've knocked yourself out working on reforming your mom," Emily commented after enjoying an overwhelming orgasm brought on by Karen's steady ministrations. "Why not take a break and ask our new friend Deb to take on this little assignment? She will also have the distance you could never have in dealing with your parent, and we certainly saw that Deb can be quite the severe woman." Reflecting on Emily's suggestion, Karen recalled how she got wet in her panties as she heard the similarly diminutive Deb describe how she had her sub Margie wear nettles all day in her panties just for using an extra square of toilet tissue and then how Deb had "checked her oil" by inserting an inspecting finger into Margie's anus. When her digit had emerged with tell-tale streaks, Deb then had the hostess provide a small bowl over which Margie was humiliatingly ordered to squat and do her business. The next day Karen thought about Emily's idea some more and later on, when she assumed Deb would be home from work, she telephoned their new friend. Deb answered the phone and sounded pleased to hear from Karen. There was that steel in her voice that penetrated right to Karen's core: Deb just seemed to be a true dominant, confident in all of her life. Karen explained that while Emily and she were pleased with how well Emily's sisters had responded to Karen's training program, Karen's mother had continued to resist. "I'm somewhat ashamed to have to be bringing this problem to you," Karen said, "but Emily and I both felt that you have done such a superb job with your partner Margie, so that perhaps you might be willing to give us a hand." Deb smiled to herself at her end of the phone line and quietly replied to Karen's clearly serious inquiry. "Karen, darling," she began, "I'd like to help you and Emily with this so if I can bring some of my experience to bear on this assignment, I'll definitely do that. Do you want her to come over her to stay for a while or just have her spend a weekend or some time like that when I will be around with us?" This got Karen to think about what she felt would be needed to get Marian under control. "Your idea of her spending a weekend sounds good, Deb," Karen responded with alacrity. "If it appears that she has responded well to your program, maybe then we can consider something more. By the way, Emily told me she would be happy to assume any expenses this will involve for you." Deb thanked her for that offer but said that she would undertake the weekend objective without any reimbursement. "Yes, later if she stays her for a while," she added, "it might cost a bit but right now let's just say I'm doing this for good friends and to see if we can produce some rapid improvement." Karen thanked her profusely and said she would drop Marian off that coming Friday afternoon. Marian, as could have been expected, did not react well to the news that she was being sent to stay with Deb and Margie for the weekend. But before she could start whining and using her wiles on Karen's guilt, Karen forestalled the fusillade. "Marian," she began, as she now never referred to her mother by any affectionate name, even "Mom", "you have remained recalcitrant here despite my kindness in taking you in and my unwillingness to cease taking any responsibility for you. You will do this and you will learn from these two fine women if you want to be kept around here." Despite Marian's somewhat muted protests, she was made to dress in a schoolgirl outfit, with a short plaid skirt, white blouse, and plain white shiny panties that did peek out when she sat down. Karen let her wear sensible black shoes that were shiny if not truly girlish. Karen escorted her from her car into Deb's apartment building and was welcomed when they reached the women's apartment by Margie. Margie's large but not overweight frame and light brown flip contrasted with Deb's compact figure and blonde curls. She was naturally pleasant and a quiet sub who was deeply in love with her mistress. After offering Karen some refreshment, which the diminutive domme declined, and then escorting Karen out, Margie ushered Marian into her own room. She decided she had better brief the older woman on Deb's demanding attitudes. "I'm sorry that you've been sent here against your will, Marian," Margie commiserated, "because it's a different situation for me to be here, even though I'm quite submissive as you have seen, with the woman I love, rather than being sent here to be disciplined and trained. But underneath her dominating exterior, Deb is a truly kind person and if you cooperate with her, you will even come to enjoy being with her. Don't ever challenge her head-on," Marge continued, "or you will bring out her most severe instincts." Marian decided she was better off not complaining about how her own daughter treated her, because she might inspire embarrassing questions about how she came to come live with Karen and Emily and their family. "I understand where you're coming from, Marge," Marian answered calmly, "and I hope that I can make it through this particular ordeal with some grace. I'm not a natural sub, so that's why it has been quite a comedown for me." After a brief wait in the couple's pleasant living room, the door opened and a tired-looking Deb entered, with a smile now breaking out as she saw Marian happily chatting with her dear Margie. "Welcome, Marian," Deb declared, "as you can see, I'm still in my work clothes." She was wearing a very smart tan suit with gold blouse and lovely gold stickpin on her lapel. "I see that Karen dressed you as a schoolgirl," she said without any hint of derision, "so I hope you will look on this weekend as a learning experience. Now come with me as Marge helps me with my ablutions." She began to walk toward the relatively large bathroom, followed closely by Margie, who beckoned Marian to follow her and put her finger to her mouth to remind Marian not to say anything, despite the temptations that would arise. Once in the bathroom, Deb stood as Margie helped her unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt. Marge took both of these as Deb shed them, and carefully placed them, and Deb's suit jacket, on wooden hangers, which were hung right outside the bathroom. Now Margie unhooked her domme's pale yellow bra, releasing Deb's nicely-shaped 34B tits; then she carefully slid Deb's matching hicut panties down her smooth legs and off. Standing tall and nude, Deb grinned at Marian and told her, "You're seeing me in all my glory, darling. Maintaining this figure takes a lot of effort, doesn't it, Marge?" "Yes, Miss Deborah," Marge responded in what Marian recognized as the tone of a well-trained submissive. Marge now quickly took off her own clothes—a pullover, a camisole underneath it, and some beige pants, followed by a pair of white full brief panties—and lay down on her back in the amply-sized bathtub. Marian now realized that Marge was going to perform toilet service for her mistress. Had she not been required to serve Karen in this most humiliating way, Marian might have been shocked or at least surprised. But by now she was inured to the behavior of dommes and their subs. Deb now was facing Marge's feet and looking squarely at Marian while squatting directly over Marge's face. Suddenly, her facial muscles relaxed as she emitted a strong stream of rich yellow pee that foamed into Marge's open mouth. Marge had had a good deal of experience with this task and managed to swallow most of the urine without it spilling onto her or the tub. Marge stared at the scene, taking in Deb's lovely frame and her pale blonde pubic thatch, while still squatting, Deb let out some bubbly farts and then a long sinuous tannish-colored turd that emerged quickly and dropped off onto Marge's face. Apparently, the sub was not expected to ingest this and she was able to scoop it up expertly with her hand and reach for a sheet of toilet tissue to wrap it and flip it into the adjacent toilet bowl. But Marian was surprised, even though she had done this herself for her daughter many times now, when Marge leaned up and began to clean Deb's bottom and anus with her tongue. Deb smiled and cooed as Marge's tongue insinuated itself into Deb's cute little anal rosette. As Marge leaned back down, Deb smilingly asked, "All clean, sweetie?" "Yes, indeed, Miss Deborah," Marge responded, also grinning. Marian realized that had she not been present, this little script might have been foregone. Now Deb decided to give her new sub a quick intro to her new situation. "Marian, darling," she gushed, "I'm sure you haven't had a chance to relieve yourself for a while, have you? The 50-year-old sub cringed at this probe into her most personal habits but shyly said, "Yes, Miss, I do need to go." Deb stood up and motioned to Marian to lift her skirt, take off her panties, and move into Deb's squatting position over Marge's still-patient face. "Oh, Miss Deborah," Marian exclaimed, when she realized that Deb was inviting her to do her business on Deb's own sub's face just as the mistress had, "It's not my place to use her like that." Deb figured this would be Marian's reaction and was ready with a response that mixed kindness with a firm resolve. "You're implying, darling, that I was out of line in allowing Marge to serve me that way," she snapped. "Are you refusing my generous gesture, sweetie?" Marian immediately sensed that she was digging a hole for herself, and one that would contain very unpleasant consequences. "No, Miss," she said in a low voice, "of course I will do what you told me to do." With that, she flipped her schoolgirl plaid skirt up, and yanked her white shiny undies down and off. Deb motioned to her to strip completely. As Deb stood outside the tub, Marian took the mistress's place by squatting over Marge's placid visage. "Now go ahead and do your business," Deb ordered, in what now was a much more dominant tone. Marian knew it would take a moment for her to overcome her nervousness to release her urinary sphincter but first a trickle and then a flashing stream of pale yellow pee shot out of her dark-haired vulva, probably surprising Marge with its velocity. The compliant Marge tried to swallow the flood but Marian had obviously been holding it in for some time and it was both strong and steady. "She's putting you to the test, Marjorie," Deb opined as her sub struggled to avoid allowing much of Marian's hot pee to wash down her face into the tub and end up in a puddle beneath Marge's own bottom. When the long-lasting stream finally ran out, Deb looked Marian in the eye and asked, in an almost little-girl tone, "Do you need to make a doody, too?" Marian frowned but can only desperately nod to Deb as she managed to utter the single-word, "Yes...Miss." Now, Deb began to turn her voice more toward the controlling end of the vocal spectrum. "Fine, then," she said quickly, "then you will go ahead and do it...while you are given the opportunity." The last words chilled Marian, as she realized that just as with Karen and the awful belt, Marian's intimate functions would be strictly controlled by this woman. Marian strained and even grunted, with her face reddening from both her exertions and her shame, and soon she managed to excrete a significant, dark-brown log that slowly slid out of her stretched anus and dropped on Marge's face. She realized with more embarrassment that she was not finished as a few softer pieces dribbled out of her rear hole onto the sub's patient face. Marge again reached for a sheet, this time, two, of toilet paper and wrapped all of the shit into it and was able to drop it into the toilet bowl. She knew she would now how have to stretch up and lick Marian's less attractive bottom clean. As her nose and tongue moved between Marian's broad bottom cheeks, she smelled the remaining traces of Marian's shit as she began to lick the anal opening clean. Knowing that Deb would inspect Marian's bottom after the cleaning was completed, Marge tried to ignore the awful fetid odor of Marian's rectum as Marge probed inside with her curled tongue. She knew that Marian's bottom-hole would be much more of a challenge than her dearest Deb's lovely little aperture so she gritted her teeth mentally and finished the disgusting task at hand. Deb understood that she had put her beloved sub to the supreme test in making her lick clean the filthy bottom-hole of Karen's mother after being peed on by the same lady. Now she would reward Marge for being so devoted. "Very well, Marian," Deb intoned, "you may step out of the tub for now." Then Deb nodded to Marge that she could also rise from her supine position and go wash her face from the piss and shit she had received from both women. Marian's stomach turned as she heard Deb end the sentence with the foreboding "for now." "Yes, darling," Deb went on, as if merely continuing an ordinary conversation. "Since Marge has been so attentive in assisting you with your needs, we both would be pleased if you would be so kind as to reciprocate with hers. So, sweetie, do lie down in the tub the way she did." "Marge, darling," Deb drawled—she had not lost much of her native Louisianan accent, either—"do you need to piddle or make a doo-doo now?" The childish words and the soft intonation belied Deb's firmness underlying her ladies-lunch style. "Well, Miss Deborah," Marge responded briskly, "yes, I do need to pee, and...I think my tampon probably needs changing by now, too." Marian's already shaky stomach did a backflip as she realized she would soon taste the larger woman's menstrual flow, direct from the source. If anything, she feared this more than having Marge shit on her face. "Why, of course, honey," Deb continued in her gushy girly voice, "I'm sure you should do that. We certainly wouldn't want you to have an accident or any leaking during this trying time of the month." With that, she gave Marge a wink, unseen by Marian, and the larger woman stepped into the tub and squatted so that her large white bottom loomed over Marian's staring face. Not giving any warning, not even a twitch of her urethral opening, she immediately let out a steaming hard-flowing jet of pee, not dark in color but intense in the velocity with which it merged from her urethra. It splashed across Marian's face and Marian now was horrified that she was notable to swallow it at all quickly enough to avoid it running down and puddling beneath her. "Looks like you will need some work on catching the stream," Deb commented to Marian as the latter struggled to catch and ingest Marge's copious urine flow. At least, she thought, it didn't have time to become strongly-flavored in there. Soon the stream diminished and ended. Marian noticed that Marge's little white string had been soaked by the splashing of her powerful pee production. "Lean up and pull out Marge's little Tampax with your teeth, darling," Deb ordered, and Marian hastened to follow the instruction. She managed to get the string tightly between her teeth and yanked on it so it would come out without repeated efforts. The by-now-soaked tampon slid out of Marge's vagina, followed, to Marian's horror, by a gush of dark, metallic-smelling and tasting menstrual fluid that plopped all over Marian's face. "Oh, dear," Deb smiled, "you do need to learn to receive her monthly gifts in your mouth, sweetie." Her disapproval of Marian's performance was plainly evident. She handed Marian a fresh Tampax in its applicator. "Now do go ahead and plug Marge for her. But first do clean her off," Deb said in a very dominant tone of voice. Marian leaned up and began to lick the large vulva, spattered with menses, clean. The flow had ceased, much to Marian's ease of mind, but she knew she needed to act quickly before more emerged to soil her face and Marge's huge labia. She licked with effort and getting a nod of approval from Deb, grasped the Tampax applicator and carefully inserted it into Marge's vagina with one hand, lightly holding the large floppy labia apart with the other. It was clear to Marian from her spot-on view of Marge's vulva and the Tampax Super Plus that had been laying on the toilet tank that Marge as a large woman had heavy periods and probably needed to change her tampon quite often. Marian had a miserable vision of being put in this ignominious position of serving as Marge's period slave for the weekend. She succeeded, however, in inserting the new tampon right up in Marge's vagina where it belonged. "Very good, sweetie," Deb cooed and grinned, "I can see that Karen has been able to teach you a few tricks." Marian had no time to indulge her unhappiness because after Deb permitted her to rise, once Marge had left the tub, to go to the sink to wash her putrid face, she heard Deb say what Marian had most feared. "But you obviously need some more instruction, darling," Deb went on, "so come into the playroom with us and I shall begin your lessons." When they reached what most people would call a den or a family room, Marian noticed that the wall was decorated with racks containing fearsome implements of castigation. There was also a horse contraption at one side. Deb motioned to the still-nude Marian to get over the horse. She then motioned to Marge to affix the restraining ankle and wrist straps. Marion was pinioned over the horse and her legs spread, exposing her small, deeply-set anus and her rear-protruding cunt. She felt both ashamed and afraid of this dangerous domme. Out of Marian's sight line, the also-nude Marge handed Deb her favorite thin cane. "You'll just get a warm-up, darling," Deb assured Marian, who was incapable of being soothed and rightly took Deb's gracious phrases as even scarier than they would normally seem, "but you do need to be disciplined for not attending to Marge's period flow as well as you needed to do." With that introduction, Deb laid the cane across Marian's ample bottom, drew it back, and merely flicking her wrist, imparted a stinging stroke that hit across the center of the bum. It did not take long for the tell-tale red tramlines to make their presence known. By then, Deb was into her rhythm and flicked her wrist again and again, striking Marian's restrained ass cheeks at the top, middle, and bottom, aiming also for the tender crease where bottom met thigh. Marian was getting a major dose of the diabolical impact of the cane. Deb would interrupt her application of the cane with some gentle strokings of Marian's now blotchy and tram-lined bottom with her fingertips. Then the blonde dominatrix would run the thin cane between Marian's spread legs, letting the tip poke into Marian's vaginal opening just a tiny bit, and commenting in her languid voice about how this must be exciting Marian since her juices were getting the cane wet. Disciplining Mom Ch. 07 "I won't have to lube her, will I, Marge, dear, she's so wet already?" Deb half-mockingly asked her loyal sub. After Deb had thoroughly caned her bottom, Marian was exhausted from the ordeal. She could not see Deb put on her pink harness and attach a long, thick dildo to it. Marge helpfully wiped Astroglide on the monster—it was at least eleven inches—and then took some Astroglide on her fingers and slipped it into Marian's demure anal opening. Marian knew what would now happen and steeled herself for the intrusion. Without warning, Deb gently slid the dildo attached to her front into Marian's rectum until it was all the way in, when the blonde domme began to fuck her, slowly at first and then more energetically. "You'll have to earn a cunt-fucking around here, darling," Deb said mildly. "I'm sure Marge will fill you in on how we allocate rewards and punishments. But understand that when I'm not here, you will mind Marge and do exactly what she tells you to do. She's much nicer than I am but she knows she has to tell me everything that happens so don't expect her to cover up for you if you misbehave, sweetie." As she felt the dildo move in and out of her sore rectum and anus, Marian sighed as she thought about the challenges she would face this weekend, and possibly long after its end. Disciplining Mom Ch. 08 [Readers will benefit from reading the earlier chapters to understand the characters but especially should read the immediately preceding Chapter 07 in which the current part of the story begins. Those offended by bodily functions should read no further.] * Karen's mother Marian was very tired after her initial session with Karen's new friend Deb, whom Karen had asked to spend this weekend training Marian to be a reliable submissive to Karen. Marian, of course, was 50 years old and was only in this humiliating position because when abandoned by her husband, she came to Karen pleading to be taken in. Karen, a small woman who deeply resented the brutal bringing up she had experienced when at home with her mother, had achieved some success in life with a good job as a corporate analyst and a comfortable living space with her great friend Emily. Emily had not only succeeded in developing a fine start-up company but had inherited a large fortune when her parents had passed away in an air accident. Emily was the youngest of three sisters and her two older sisters, Linda and Leslie, lived with her, having not been so successful in marriage (Linda) or work (Leslie). Karen, who enjoyed her bi relationship with Emily, had been asked by Emily to train her sisters who now lived with them as subs. As a small lady, Karen was aware of her physical limitations but her dominant personality had been brought out by her friendship with Emily, and her confidence had grown apace. Both Emily and she had boyfriends, but both also enjoyed their times in the commodious bed they shared in the spacious apartment. Marian had been sent with Deb's loyal submissive, Marge, to sleep with Marge in her bedroom for the evening. Marian knew that Marge would be friendly and helpful but was Deb's lover and great friend first. As the two women prepared for bed, Marge thoughtfully applied some more cream to the tramlines on Marian's bottom occasioned by Deb's fierce caning. "That was intended, my dear, to give you a feeling for how Deb disciplines," Marge said sympathetically. "Well, I certainly intend to behave as she wishes to avoid much more of that," Marian replied. "Did the large dildo hurt a lot?" Marge continued, in her kindly tone. "Oh, God," Marian began to whimper, "I've not had something that huge in my rear ever!" Marge smiled but queried, "So I gather that means that you're not an anal virgin, Marian?" Marian's face reddened as her experience with anal sex came into the conversation. "I really can have no secrets anymore," she said sadly, "but yes, my husband did violate my back passage. Oh this is so humiliating—I do wish I hadn't had to come live with my daughter but I suppose I'm stuck with the bed I made." "It's a good idea to accept your situation even if it hasn't been something you sought," Marge suggested. As the two women slid beneath the covers of Marge's amply-sized bed, Marge quietly asked if Marian would enjoy her intimate attentions. Marian did not naturally enjoy feminine affection but under the circumstances, she decided quickly that this was a good response to the pain and humiliation she had endured so she murmured affirmatively to her bed-mate. Marge reached over and calmly slipped Marian's pajama bottoms down and off and then unbuttoned her top. She herself was already naked and a large-framed woman herself, she took the slighter and older Marian in her arms and softly massaged Marian's tired torso. Soon her fingers were teasing Marian between her legs, probing past Marian's puffy labia right into her warm vagina. Marge decided to leave Marian's rear opening alone, since Deb's huge dildo had obviously made that passage sore. Soon Marian began to move her hips and buck and writhe as Marge now proceeded to gently caress Marian's rising clit and bring the older woman to a shattering orgasm. "Oh, my," Marian gushed, "that was sooo nice and I do wish I could do something just as nice for you." Marge said nothing but softly took Marian's hand and lying flat on her stomach, placed Marian's fingers at Marge's own anal opening. Marian got the message and gently began to probe the larger woman's most private place by inserting first one and then two fingers into the slippery passage. Responding immediately by rotating her hips in rhythm, Marge came off remarkably quickly, giggling as she told Marian how sensitive her anus was. Sated by orgasms, both women drifted off to a needed sleep. *** Marian was awakened by the sight of Deb standing next to the bed dressed for work. The blonde dominatrix had a crisp white blouse and navy skirt on, with seamed pale hose and lovely burgundy pumps. "Marian," Deb said in her drawl, "you need to change your attitude if you wish to be happy." The surprised Marian stared blankly, still coming out of her reverie. "You need to learn to appreciate your daughter and be grateful for what she is doing for you," Deb said rather forthrightly. "And if she is choosing to instill some discipline in you, you need to be grateful for that. "I need to leave for a meeting this morning but will be back here at noon," Deb informed her. "I have placed Marge in charge of you and as a training step, she will have you wear a nice bunch of nettles in your panties today. I find that by stimulating your pussy that way, it will focus you on the lesson you need to learn." Marian looked dumb and was actually shocked to hear how she would now be punished. She was too stunned and afraid to protest. Deb continued, "And I will also have Marge change the nettles each hour. You will learn that I take my responsibility seriously. You will do what she tells you. Am I understood?" Marian managed to pipe up finally with a quick "Yes, Ma'am." Deb left abruptly and Marge came in without a smile. "All right, Marian," she began. "You heard what Miss Deborah said. Lower your pajama bottoms for me." Marian did what the large woman directed and was handed a pair of tight little girl panties with cute little ducks on them. She winced but stepped into them and began to pull them up, realizing that they would be very tight. "Leave them at the bottom of your bottom, Marian," Marge ordered. Then she put on some plastic gloves, reached into a jar and pulled out a fresh bunch of green nettles which she inserted into the crotch of the little panties. Then she tugged the undies up Marian's bottom and front until they were more than snug around her, covering not much more than her vulva and anus. "You need to just relax, Marian," Margie said mildly, "because you will soon start to feel the sting and it will hurt. Now come over here and get across my lap." "Marge," Marian said with an unbelieving look, "are you going to spank me?" "Yes," Marge replied as Marian lay across Marge's ample lap. "When Miss Deborah leaves me instructions, I have to follow them to the letter." With that, the large woman started spanking Marian's bottom with her big palm. Marian felt the sting in her crotch as the spanks released the juice from the hairs of the nettle leaves that would irritate Marian's most delicate tissues around and even inside her pussy. It already felt like a fiery spike was being inserted into her vagina with sparks dropping on her sensitive inner lips. Marge pulled down Marian's tight little panties and began to spank Karen's mom on her already reddened bottom cheeks. Marge thought that Marian had a cute little bottom so in between some of the spanks, she teased Marian's blinking little anal rosette and let her finger gently penetrate the rear opening. The slow stimulation turned Marian on and as put out as she was by this woman's putting a finger in her most private place, she realized that the stimulation eased the sting of the nettles. Marge probed Marian's anus with her finger until Marian began to respond, ashamed that the finger in her rectum was turning her on wildly. Marge of course was accustomed to receiving anal stimulation from Deb and recalled how often she was required to use her oral talents on Deb's cute little anus. As Marian passed over the edge and went into orgasm from Marge's stimulating finger in her ass, Marge patted her on the bottom, and on her head and softly told her that she was a good person and just needed to adjust to her new situation. "You need to understand, Marian, that unless you have an independent income which I gather you don't," Marge began, "you need to be very grateful to your daughter for taking you in. Yes, she is demanding that you submit to her but isn't it a small price to pay for your being cared for? And I'm sure there's some possibility of stimulation like you have experienced here, along with the discipline. I know that if you made Karen realize how much you love her and feel grateful to her, she might ease upon you if you make her happy. Offer to do for her what Deb and even I make you do this weekend. Lick her tight little cunt and let her use you as her little toilet. Isn't it a small price to pay for you are getting?" For the first time in ages, Marian began to move beyond her deep resentment of what Karen had made her do in return for being kept and fed and supported. She now started to understand that she had raised a daughter who was a very accomplished professional woman, despite Marian's having mistreated her as a girl. Paybacks were hell, as Marian knew from her own life experiences. "Yes, Marge," Marian said weakly as she felt Marge's ministrations in her anus and then some more hard spanks on her already sore bottom. "You've already made me realize that I do owe Karen a lot and that I could do much better by showing her how I appreciate her." Marian couldn't believe she was saying this about the daughter she had up to now regarded as an especially cruel uncaring bitch. But seeing how Marge loved Deb, although Deb undoubtedly treated her far less mercifully than even Karen had Marian, Marian began to rethink her situation. "Now you must be ready to comply with everything Deb tells you and to expect that she will engage in things that will cause you some immediate pain," Marge went on. "Can you give me an idea of what's in store?" Marian asked with a small grin. Marge laughed and then without smiling, said, "She will test you. You will feel deep shame, for example, when she makes you hold your labia apart and you see her with her small whip and understand that, yes, she is going to whip your open pussy." Marian blanched but Marge added, "After that happens, you will begin to understand that Karen is likely to ease up on you if Deb gives you a good report. Isn't it worth having her spank your pussy if it means you may not have to wear that awful belt Maria made for you?" "Oh, God, yes, Marge," Marian gushed. "You really understand what I'm going through. Can I ask how you endure, because I know you love Deb, but she does seem both lovely and very, very severe?" "I find that our mutual affection underlies everything," Marge answered Marian's question with clear sincerity. "And I, for one, know that there's some major part of me that needs what I get from her: all of it." *** True to her word, Deb reappeared in her apartment promptly at noon. She took Marge off into their bedroom where she queried her about how Marian had been behaving. "She's learning to respect her daughter some more, I think," Marge suggested, knowing that Deb would have to see for herself how well Marian's training was proceeding. "Well, darling," Deb said with a smile, "I'm going to come down on her some so she doesn't start thinking that she's pulled anything over just by cozying up to you." "Oh, Deb," Marge rejoined, respectfully, "I know you need to size her up today for yourself, but I do think she's trainable. She's starting to understand where her best interest lies." Deb kissed Marge sweetly on her lips and then led her loyal sub out of the room and into the living room, where Marian was sitting in just her bra and panties, the latter having been lowered hourly all morning by Marge to fill the crotch with fresh nettles. Marian was red-faced from crying from the constant irritation the nettles were causing to her most sensitive spots: her vulva and anus. "Well, Miss Marian," Deb said with only the slightest element of condescension, "I hope the little stinging in your crotch has focused your attitude on learning to accept your new position in your family." "Yes, Miss Deborah," Marian responded, "I've been learning a lot here, and I do have to thank Marge for looking after me so thoroughly." "Has she changed your panties and nettles as I directed?" Deb asked. "Oh, yes, Miss Deborah," Marian replied, "my poor puss is on fire, as is my...rear area," she managed to stammer, resisting saying anus or asshole. "We'll have to take a little look," Deb said in a motherly way. "Drop those panties, missy." Marian was shocked for a moment but had learned enough to follow the order and lower her panties to her knees. "Hold those pussy lips apart for me," Deb intoned, knowing that the shameful order would humiliate Marian all the more. But Marian was learning to do what she had to do to avoid more punishment, so she reached down and trembling, held her small labia apart, disclosing a dark interior, more brownish than pink. Taking her down yet another peg, Deb grinned and told her that she had "an old lady's cunt," referring to the dark coloring of Marian's vulva and vaginal opening. "But that won't keep me from disciplining you there," Deb went on, "because I've found that that generally is needed to teach you to mind your mistress." With that, Deb picked up the small soft whip and gently began to lash Marian's open vulva. Even the easy slaps registered deep in Marian's core, as even Karen had not focused so centrally on her most intimate and sensitive place to inflict punishment. After several strokes, Marian began to whimper and Deb chuckled as she continued the fusillade, saying, "Your naughty cunt needs some training, Marian, and that's just what you'll get here. I want you to go back to Karen grateful that she cares for you, houses and feeds you, and in return, you will neither sass nor bad-mouth her but you will show her our appreciation." Then Deb lifted her own lovely navy-blue suit skirt, and slowly lowered her gorgeous pale blue hicut panties, disclosing a well-trimmed blonde bush. She held her own tidy labia open and motioned to Marian with her finger to get her face between Deb's legs and to lick Deb's waiting pussy to orgasm. Marian was now so enthralled by the sight of Deb's attractive vulva and bush that she dove between the domme's well-toned thighs and began to lick her pussy, focusing on the labia and insinuating her tongue into Deb's vaginal opening. Deb responded with some murmurs of pleasure and slowly reclined to sit on the edge of the couch, holding Marian's head between her legs and keeping her tongue fixated on Deb's now-wet pussy. Deb began to move her hips in rhythm as Marian increased the tempo of her oral attentions. Finally, Deb erupted into a major orgasm and even squirted some female juices right into Marian's face. Marian was surprised but kept licking until Deb's hand pushed her away. Deb looked up from her reverie and said only, "You did well, missy." Marian thus was taken aback when her domme then directed her to sit next to her on the couch, with panties still down and again holding her labia apart. Deb stood, took the small soft whip, and now inflicted three very hard strokes right between Marian's labia, causing Marian to scream from the horror of being hit in that place and the severe pain she was feeling from the punishing strokes to her open cunt. "Are you going to cooperate with your daughter and not resist her orders from now on?" Deb asked Marian, with firmness in her voice. "I wouldn't want to be you if Karen finds that you have not learned what she expects you to get from this weekend's tuition and decides that you need to be sent back here again. You will learn that I do not take kindly to having to recover my reputation by re-training a sub." "Oh, Miss Deborah," Marian said with a little cry, "I've learned ever so much from you and from Marge this weekend. I really do feel bad that I treated my daughter the way I did when she was growing up. She's been more than fair in caring for me when no one else would. I hope to re-pay her by acknowledging her status as my superior and by doing what she orders." "So if she makes you wear that nasty little belt, you won't whine, right?" Deb said harshly, as if Marian had not even spoken. This reached Marian's deepest level of resentment but she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, Miss Deborah, if Miss Karen decides that the belt is needed to train me to behave as I should as her sub, I will accept that and any other punishment or training she decides I will benefit from receiving." Deb liked what she was hearing, so to drive the lesson home, she told Marian to get up on the couch on her back and hold her legs up. "This is the well-known diaper position," Deb said with a smile. "I'm sure Miss Karen has had you assume it when necessary." "Yes, Miss Deborah, she has," Marian answered. Deb now picked up her favorite thin cane and began to inflict some stinging strokes on Marian's exposed bottom cheeks. The cane strokes were also intended to drive home to Marian the possibility that Deb might decide to lower or raise her aim so as to hit Marian's exposed anus and vulva with the thin cane. Deb of course realized that this was one of the great advantages of the diaper position: it gave the punisher the opportunity to make the sub recognize that punishment could be increased exponentially just by an adjustment of less than one inch in the selected target. Marge prepared a light lunch for all three once Deb had concluded the caning. Marian was treated as a friend now, sitting at the table and enjoying Marge's excellent repast. "As you might expect, Miss Deborah and Marge," Marian confessed, "I was not happy when Miss Karen told me I was being sent to you for training. And your training did cause me pain. But I really have learned from this experience to appreciate how well off I really am and I intend to make Miss Karen much more pleased with me from now on." Deb nodded and smiled at hearing Marian offer her confession with apparent sincerity. She now ordered Marian to stand, and asked Marge to unhook Marian's bra and to lower and remove her panties. Marian was still fearful and was even more on edge as Marge led her back to the bathroom, where some of the greatest humiliations had been visited upon Marian the previous evening. Marge motioned to her to lie down on her back in the tub. "Uh oh," Marian thought, "I'm back in the toilet." Deb appeared and as if she were going to use the toilet in her office's ladies room, calmly stepped into the tub, placed her feet on either side of Marian's reclined torso, pulled her fancy panties down to her knees and squatted over Marian's face. Mere inches above Marian's face, the blonde domme held the squat position for a few seconds and then released a powerful hot jet of pee aimed right at Marian's mouth. Marian had learned that she was expected to receive and swallow Deb's urine, so she did just that. The pee was not as salty as it had been the last time and Marian was only hoping that there wouldn't be any bowel movement as a follow-on. Deb quietly told Marian to lift her head and clean Deb's dripping snatch with her tongue. Marian did what she was told and liked the taste of her domme's piss mixed with her feminine juices. After she had licked Deb's split nice and clean, she spontaneously kissed Deb on her petite lower lips. "Thank you, missy," Deb responded, "and yes, I'm pleased with your performance and will give your daughter a positive report. Now don't you dare make a liar of me or you will be a very very sorry girl." Disciplining Mom Ch. 09 [Readers will benefit from reading the earlier chapters to understand the characters but especially should read the immediately preceding Chapters 07 and 08 in which the current part of the story starts. Warning: Those offended by bodily functions should read no further.] Marian was lying face up in the bathtub staring at Deb's attractive pudendum. She had swallowed the pretty domme's hot pee and then licked her dry. The 50-year-old somewhat plain Marian had never seen herself in such a classically submissive position, but all this had followed from her coming to her daughter Karen's doorstep after her husband had abandoned her. That was when Marian learned to her dismay that Karen had grown into a dominant if still little woman. But she made it clear right away to her mother that Marian's stay at Karen's magnificent living space was premised on the once-abusive mother's becoming totally submissive to her daughter. Karen now lived with her great friend and lover Emily. Emily was both an accomplished businesswoman and an heiress. Karen too had achieved some modest success in her work as a corporate analyst. And at their home, Emily had entrusted her lover Karen with authority over Emily's older sisters, Linda and Leslie, both in their 30s, one still shaken by a bad marriage and the other never having yet found herself. Both sisters were now submissive not only to their younger sister but to Karen, and it was Karen who controlled their daily doings. She made it clear that while she enjoyed cooking, they were entirely responsible for cleaning the townhouse and for keeping track of all housekeeping, beginning with making the beds and cleaning up after Karen and Emily. Marian had joined the two as a third submissive. She did not accommodate herself well to the changed circumstances of her life, so Karen took advantage of meeting a new friend, Deb, a lithe blonde domme who lived with her own sub, Marge. Deb agreed to host Marian for a weekend to train her. Karen felt a shiver when she thought of Deb's doing this, because she realized immediately that Deb had more severe instincts than either she or Emily did. Meanwhile, Marian stared up at Deb's crotch, hoping that she would not have to receive Deb's bowel movement, as she had been made to do on her first evening at their home. Instead, Deb rose gracefully and with her little finger, summoned her larger but warmer roommate and sub, Marge. Marge stepped into the tub and let down her trousers and panties before squatting over Marian. Marian had had to remove Marge's tampon the previous day and then replace it, after licking Marge's period flow from her vulval area. Now Marge's hairy split loomed again over Marian's face and she heard Deb instruct her again to take Marge's soaked tampon out with her teeth. Knowing she had no choice but to comply, Marian endured the rich metallic smell of Marge's menses as she grasped the white string between her front teeth and tugged on the tampon, which slid right out and plopped, reeking with menstrual fluid, on Marian's face. "Now clean her off with your tongue," Deb ordered briskly, expecting Marian to be well schooled in this humiliating task. Marian overcame the overpowering smell of Marge's bleeding vagina and licked the large woman's hairy hole, then reached for the Tampax box to take out a new tampon to insert. But Deb stopped her. "No, she's misbehaved, too," Deb said petulantly. "So she will have to get along with a small pantiliner today. Marge knows that when she's naughty, especially during her period, I will not hesitate to make her 'difficult days' even more demanding." She handed Marge the small liner, which likely would be soaked within an hour, and watched as the larger woman shamefacedly pulled up her full white cotton briefs and slipped the liner in the crotch to try to stem her heavy flow. Marian thought for a moment how cruel Deb was to her own lover. Then she realized that Marge got off on being treated this way. Marge either was a glutton for humiliation—that was what Marian figured—or else she was smart enough to get Deb really annoyed. The lithe blonde clearly was capable of being an extremely severe and punitive mistress if the occasion in any way presented itself to her. Marge stepped out of the tub, pulling her slacks back up. As she did, Deb told Marian to lift her bottom and Deb slipped a large diaper under her and proceeded to tape the ends together. Marian now was wearing a diaper for the first time since she was a toddler. "This is part of your training, Marian dear," Deb drawled mildly. "You will need to ask Marge or me to change you but I warn you not to ask us before you've been wearing it for a good while because I expect that you will use the diaper for what it is meant for." Marian now understood that she would be doing her business—pee and poop both—in the shameful adult-sized diaper. The diaper was nice and snug, as Marian resembled her daughter in her slight build. Marian was now allowed to get up and out of the bathtub and to put her bra, blouse, and skirt back on. "So long as you're around the house," Deb explained, "you needn't wear plastic panties. But if you have to go out when diapered, you will wear them." Marian cringed, as she thought of how the plastic panties would crinkle and make noise, letting anyone near her know that at her ripe age, she had been put into diapers. Deb then went into her study to complete some work for her job, and Marge invited Marian to join her and watch some television. "Don't let this upset you," Marge said. "She does this to me—the pantiliner instead of a tampon or pad—whenever she thinks I've gotten too big for my britches, and you can see that I wear pretty large-sized britches." Marge grinned and Marian relaxed, if only for a moment. "Marge," Marian said, in what sounded like an almost girlish voice, "I just know now that I won't be able to hold it in for long because I needed to go when she took me in there and made me take her pee and lick her dry and serve you." "What do you have to do?" Marge asked. Using the words her daughter Karen now required that her mother use, to magnify her humiliation, Marian quietly said, "I need to make a wee-wee and probably a big doody." "Oh, really," Marge said, sympathetically. "You will probably have to go in your diaper, sweetie, because this will be part of Deb's training regimen for you. Don't worry, she'll change you or have me do it before you get a rash or something." Marge's assurance gave Marian scant confidence, given the fearsome likelihood that she would soon soil her diaper. Marian already felt the cramping that she was used to feeling when she had a large movement in her system almost ready to be excreted. Deb's plan was working in that Marian was getting hot and bothered both by the serious internal pressure that would build on her anal sphincter and the almost as untenable situation as her bladder filled and also started to press on that as well as its own sphincter. Marian tried bravely to control her functions but after about 15 minutes trying to concentrate on the TV program Marge had on, she let out a little cry and her face became quite red. "Did you do it in your didee?" Marge asked, concerned. "Yes, Marge," Marian responded in a little voice, because she felt she was now about three years old, messing her own diaper. Marge affected a somewhat motherly concern. "Did Marian do both in her didee?" she asked in a humiliating tone appropriate for interrogating a naughty child. "Yes, Marge," Marian sighed, "I did a major doody in my diaper and peed too." Just saying the childish words made Marian cringe but she thought to herself that at least her own daughter wasn't there to lord it over her. "I'm sorry but you will have to wait until Deb comes out to be changed," Marge said with a kind note in her voice. "She doesn't like to be disturbed when she's working in there—especially for something like this. So just be patient, because you don't want her to cane you in the diaper position, now do you?" "Oh, no, not that, please," Marian pleaded. "I will be good, I promise." Marge, despite her submissive nature, felt herself getting warm and wet as she listened to the older woman's child-like whimpering. "Just be quiet and act like a good girl," Marge advised, as one might speak to a five-year-old. After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only about twenty-five minutes, Deb emerged from her study. "Whew," the lithe blonde said to Marge, "I am exhausted from catching up on all that work." She saw that Marian was unusually subdued and immediately realized what had likely transpired in her absence. "Oh, Marian," Deb asked in an innocent way, "did some little girl go in her diaper while I was engaged in my work?" Marian reddened but managed to stammer out not much more than a "Yes, Miss Deborah." "Well, Marge," Deb said with a smile but resolutely, "that means that we will have to change our little girl here, doesn't it?" "Yes, Deb," Marge said, being permitted to address her domme so equally, "it would be best so she doesn't get a rash." "Fine," Deb answered. "Marian, get your little tushee up on the changing table," she ordered, pointing to a plain white formica table that seemed perfectly suited for the humiliating function about to be performed on its surface. The diminutive Marian clambered onto the table and lay on her back as Marge unzipped her short skirt and lowered it, disclosing her bulging adult-sized diaper. "Oh, it looks like this little girl has made a big one in her diaper, doesn't it, Marge?" Deb went on in her humiliating tone. "Indeed, yes, Deb," Marge responded, as she untaped the diaper's fastenings and motioned Marian to lift her hips up off the table. Marge then carefully slipped the full diaper out from under Marian, showing the contents to Deb, who sniffed and made a face at the sight and smell of Marian's feces and piss. "She managed to deposit quite a load for such a small girl," Deb added condescendingly as Marge wrapped the soiled diaper, taped it and deposited it in the lidded metal waste container. "She did not retain for very long so I think this time she needs to be plugged," Deb said, making Marian now frightened as she imagined how she was about to be punished. Marge opened a cabinet and handed Deb two plastic cylinders, sized to fit in a sub's vaginal and anal openings. Deb put a dab of lube on the anal plug and slid it into Marian's dark anal opening, then added some more onto the larger vaginal intruder and slipped that into Marian's wet snatch. "Hmm," Deb commented to her own sub, "Marge, this girl is quite wet. I think she gets excited when she gets to have something in her pussy. So maybe she won't feel that she's being punished." Marge internally sympathized with the scared Marian but knew she could not in any way help her avoid the inevitable discipline Deb would now administer in a very humiliating and painful fashion. "Grasp your legs at the calves, Marian," Deb directed, "and hold them up in front of you." While Marian's fear only intensified, she did what she was told and held her lower legs so as to expose her bottom, thighs, and most critically, her anus and her cunt, to Deb. "She has a rather pleasant-looking pussy for an older lady," Deb remarked to Marge as Marian winced while her intimate charms were discussed so blithely. Deb then reached for her thin cane, lay it across Marian's bottom just above her anus, and applied two quick flicks to Marian's bottom cheeks, eliciting cries each time. She kept flicking the little cane across the cheeks, moving it so it was now hitting the cheeks right above the anal crack and crinkled little hole. Now Deb applied a lighter but stinging stroke further down Marian's bottom so that it barely tickled the lower edge of Marian's vulva. The punished woman let out a scream more out of fear than pain because the cane had not actually touched the tender vulval flesh on or inside Marian's thin labia. Deb interrupted her application of the cane to prod the two plugs with her finger, causing Marian to flinch from feeling this deep inside her vagina and anus. She then ceased the caning and told Marge to sponge Marian's bottom and vulva clean and provide Marian with a clean pair of white cotton panties. Marian smiled briefly at the prospect of escaping further diaper discipline and Deb reminded her, "You'd better be a very good girl or you will be back in those diapers." "Now do you think you can go back to your daughter's home and be as good a sub to her as we've taught you to be here?" Deb asked, most insinuatingly. "Oh, yes, Miss Deborah," Marian replied immediately in a voice that was high enough to surprise her. "I have really learned how to be a good girl here with the two of you. Thank you so much for taking the time to teach me, as I know I can be a trial at times." Clearly, the experience with Deb and Marge had affected Marian's outlook. Now the middle-aged mom appreciated the comparative attractiveness of her living situation with her daughter. Karen may have become something of a bitch—Marian was even starting to accept that she had been at least partly at fault for this aspect of Karen's development—but she lacked the sadism Deb exhibited, albeit masked by her charming manners, appearance, and friendly drawl. Now Marian was ordered to bend over and she quaked in fear of further severe punishment from the sadistic Deb. "Don't worry, sweetie," Deb drawled. "Marge, pull down her panties and retrieve the plugs." Her larger friend reached down and lowered Marian's white cotton undies. She carefully withdrew the two plugs from Marian's vagina and anus as the 50-year-old breathed deeply. Deb took a glance at Marian's still-red bottom and somewhat untrimmed bush. "Hmm," the lithe blonde domme mused, "I think we need to clean you up a bit to return to Miss Karen." She motioned to Marian to get up on the table and lie on her back. Marian complied, mostly out of fear but managed to ask in a small voice what kind of cleaning she needed, fearing an enema. "Oh, Marge, darling," Deb drawled, "I think our little girl here is afraid of a little bowel rinsing. No, that will take longer than I'd like. We're just going to trim that messy pussy hair of yours a bit." Marge handed a little trimmer to Deb who proceeded to start clipping the brown curls from Marian's mons. Soon she was left with a very short covering of her fleshy triangle. "Consider yourself privileged, missy," Deb went on. "Usually we shave subs who come to stay here but I think we'll leave you a ground cover down there." Disciplining Mom Ch. 10 It was mid-afternoon in their very pleasant apartment, and Karen was in the master bathroom sitting on the toilet seat. The small woman in her 20s had become quite the successful domme ever since her great friend Emily had invited her to share the space as well as take charge of Emily's two older sisters, Linda and Leslie, who had come to live with them after a divorce for one and just finding herself for the second. Emily, Karen reflected, was a shrewd businesswoman which is why her parents had likely chosen to leave their significant fortune to Em alone, which made her an heiress in addition to the large income she had derived from her business. Karen and Emily were deeply in love, and usually shared the large bed in Emily's room, even though both were bi and had boyfriends as well. Karen generally was pleased with her life. She was doing fine in her own career as a corporate analyst and she also had dealt with the surprising appearance on her doorstep not too long ago of her mother. Marian had not been good to Karen when Karen was a girl. Not only had Marian spanked her inordinately, but she rarely thought about anything but her own desires. Now that Marian's husband—Karen's dad—had abandoned her, she was totally dependent on Karen. Karen felt that paybacks were perfect and she now had been initiating Marian at age 50 into being a submissive like Emily's sisters. The task had been far more challenging because of Marian's resistance. Using a different approach, Karen had arranged to send Marian to spend the weekend with Deb and Marge, two new friends Emily and she had made when Karen was disciplining Marian recently in the ladies room of their favorite restaurant. Deb, a lovely lean blonde, it turned out, was a very severe disciplinarian and mistress; her lover, Marge, was a large woman but quite docile if also clever. But now Karen was in some pain. She had had a major meeting at work, one which she just couldn't absent herself long enough to take care of something very basic indeed: she really needed to have a bowel movement. The small woman usually was quite regular but she figured that a crowded schedule had wreaked havoc with her system, so she hadn't done Number Two for several days. Even after the meeting, Karen wouldn't go into the ladies room at her company, because the women there—mostly the clericals—were prone to gossip about when the higher-ups, of which Karen was one, deigned to do their business in the facility at the office. Some of them would even slip into the ladies when someone like Karen went in, and would sit in a nearby stall. Then the unseen listener would report to her co-workers what sounds she had heard the higher-level lady made while peeing or moving her bowels. Karen definitely did not want her toilet habits becoming the subject of gossip among the women clericals at the company, so she tended to hold her poop in until she could go the bathroom in a relaxed way at home, or at worst, at a restaurant where she would not be observed as at work. She had intended to do something about the shameful situation at the office. Why on earth the senior women executives had to be afraid to use the ladies room was beyond her. But it was embarrassing to have to bring that up at some senior staff meeting. The whole thing grated on Karen's dominant personality. Here she was, in charge of Emily's sisters, both older than she, and her mother, at home, but at the office, she was afraid that her use of the ladies room might start the gossip mill turning with sordid discussion of whether and how much she farted in the stall and whether she did a large jobbie that plopped loudly into the bowl. Now, however, she sat on the toilet in pain. As may result from holding shit in for too long, she now was likely suffering from being impacted. The stuff was stuck in her colon and rectum; even some straining wouldn't seem to budge it. Karen's regularity usually was evidenced by her excreting a large turd or two every other day. She was not a huge eater and was always surprised that her bowels seemed to function quite efficiently. She also thought of how she had occasionally used Linda, Leslie, or yes, even her mother, Marian, for toilet service. This had been Emily's idea—her lover and great friend had developed some delightfully perverse preferences, one of which was to require one of the subs to lie down in the bathtub while Emily or Karen squatted over the sub's face and might release a turd followed by a spray of pee right on the sub's face. Karen didn't want the others to see her in this condition, much less be positioned under her while she strained to produce her bowel movement. Clearly the shit had formed a large mass in there that was starting to hurt because it was too wide to make it out of her cute little anal rosebud but was pressing on the sensitive nerve endings there. The little lady did keep straining and was pleased no one else was at home to hear her through the bathroom door. She grunted and made almost animal-like sounds as she tried to push the resistant mass out of the bottom of her alimentary canal. Karen was especially annoyed because she expected her period to start any time now, which would just compound her distress. She did not have heavy periods but she knew that they did have an effect on her digestive system—sometimes slowing it, but also sometimes speeding it up so she generated long thin turds of soft poo. "God," Karen thought, "the last thing I need now is diarrhea or those long soft poos that make me wipe over and over to clean my booty." Finally, her straining seemed to have moved the widest part of her movement down into her anus, where it was stretching her anal sphincter and causing her intense pain as a result. The tip actually started to emerge from her anal rosette, and now the pain was horrible as the wide turd cruelly stretched her sphincter and tortured the erogenous zone's nerve endings. This was not at all sexy, Karen thought to herself. The tip and maybe another inch or two of the huge firm turd now protruded shamefully from Karen's cute little anus, as if she had suddenly acquired a hard brown tail. She couldn't move it more, because the turd must have been even wider further in, if that were possible! The phone rang, and Karen was sitting there with shit sticking out of her ass! She rose to go answer it and the front door opened while she shuffled into the living room with her panties around her ankles. She turned to the phone as Emily entered and answered it, asking the caller, whoever it was, to hold on for a sec. Emily barged in with some packages but managed to see that her sweet lover had her panties down, her pussy exposed, and....yikes, that was shit poking out of her ass! "Sweetie," Emily called out as Karen held her hand tightly over the phone, "I hope you know you have poopoo poking out of your rear. I might have to spank you for being so brazen!" Karen somehow kept herself from bursting into tears but she kept her demeanor as she answered the phone. It was Deb calling to tell her that they would be bringing Marian, her mom, back in a little while and Deb wanted to go on some about how well she thought Marian had taken to the training. Normally, Karen would have enjoyed hearing this, because Deb was quite the severe domme, using nettles in subs' panties as punishment and not hesitating to apply her canes and straps to the most sensitive parts of the feminine anatomy. Karen was certain that Marian had endured being caned or strapped right on her open cunt. "Thanks, Deb." Karen managed to say with a gasp, "I'll look forward to seeing you soon." She didn't want to be impolite but she hung up, hoping to return to the bathroom and finish this awful experience. Emily realized that her friend was in trouble and said, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Can I help?" Karen grimaced but then tried to smile and just motioned to Emily to follow her into the bathroom. "It's a long story, but I'm all stuck back there," Karen said miserably, "and I've been trying to get some relief but it just won't come out and I'm afraid it's all impacted because I didn't go at work." Emily saw that Karen needed calming so she patted her on the shoulder and helped her get back on the toilet seat and told to face the back of the toilet and bring her rear up. Now Emily stared at Karen's pretty little bottom and saw the brown log sticking out brazenly from Karen's anus. "I'll try to get it out for you," Emily whispered," or else we'll have to get the enema syringe." Emily put some plastic gloves on and started inserting her finger into Karen's asshole to try to free the turd. This was not the kind of thing Emily was either used to or enjoyed a whole lot, but she did cherish the chance to do something that really meant something for Karen. "Yes," she thought to herself, "I've been generous to her but she has taken on the burdens of training both of my sisters for me." Emily carefully inserted her gloved finger into Karen's already stretched little anal opening, occasioning an involuntary withdrawal reaction from Karen and a little cry from the obvious pain the further stretching caused. "It's all right, sweetie," Emily said very calmly and sympathetically, "we'll have you fixed up in no time." She kept on probing around the hard piece which seemed to go in quite far. Then she managed to get a finger to grasp it and pull and push it and, with little more pressure, the large turd slid out of Karen's bulging opening. Once it came out, much more followed. Karen was relieved as her backed-up shit flowed out of her sore anal cavity but also a bit ashamed that her wonderful friend had had to help her in such a demeaning way for them both. "All done," Emily said with a big grin. "Don't ever say I didn't knock all the shit out of you, you sweet person." Karen turned and gave her best friend and lover a long, deep kiss. "Oh my God," Karen blurted out, "Deb's going to be here any time now with Marian!!" Karen wiped quickly, stood up and quickly pulled up her panties and adjusted her skirt before washing her hands. She helped Emily wash hers, messy with Karen's shit, and the two emerged from the bathroom. Soon the bell rang and the diminutive blonde Deb strode in with her overweening confidence on display, followed by a newly-subdued Marian, who was wearing quite the juvey short plaid skirt, accompanied by little white socks and cute little-girly shoes. "Hi Emily and Karen," Deb opened with a broad smile. "Marian, tell your friends here how you enjoyed your weekend with Marge and me." Marian gulped but immediately said very deliberately, "Thank you so much, Miss Deborah, for taking the time to show me how I need to behave with Miss Karen and Miss Emily so that we all may live here in mutual happiness." Emily chuckled at Marian's new-found subservient attitude. "I guess, Deb," she said with a grin, "you had to put Marian through her paces the past few days?" "Oh, yes," Deb smiled. "Marian now understands that she needs to obey orders without any delay or backtalk. She learned that by coming to see that any resistance resulted in panties being lowered for discipline, right, Marian?" "Oh yes, Miss Deborah," Marian said quite naturally, "I've learned to behave like a good girl thanks to you and dear Marge." "I've found, my dears," Deb drawled as she relaxed, "that girls suddenly learn to do what they're told when my little cane flicks down on their open coochie. "Marian," she quickly added, "lift your little skirt, pull down those panties, and hold yourself open down there so the ladies may see what your pussy looks like after a little time with us." Marian was surprised but so inured to responding to Deb's directions that she did what she was told, amazing her daughter Karen, who was further surprised by seeing her mother hold her labia apart brazenly and that the vulval area was clearly reddened from being disciplined. "I do apologize for being so blunt, my dears," Deb explained with a smile, "but I've found that the way girls like Marian learn to do what they're told and stop being cunty is by having their naughty cunts whipped." "I certainly can't disagree with the logic of that," Emily responded with a wide grin, and proceeded to thank Deb, as did Karen, for the time and effort she had clearly expended on training Marian. "Ladies," Deb responded, "I do need to be moving on to go home, but I'm so happy I was able to be of service to two such marvelous women as you clearly are. I cherish our friendship." With that, she kissed both Emily and Karen on their lips, and with a broad smile at Marian, calmly made her way back out the front door. Karen was happy to see how well Deb had apparently trained Marian, but also slightly resentful that her own tutelage had not gotten the job done on its own. She also realized she was sore in her anal area and likely was still a tad messy there since she had hurried out of the bathroom to be there when Deb arrived with Marian. "Marian," Karen said in a stern voice, "come with me right now." She took her surprised mom by the hand and brought her into the bathroom. Then she bent over the toilet and lifted her own skirt and lowered her panties. "I need to be cleaned back there," she said very directly. "I hope your training has shown you how to do that efficiently for me." Marian rebelled at having to lick her daughter's asshole clean so soon after arriving at the apartment but got down on her knees and began licking her diminutive but dominant daughter's crack. She saw first-hand now that Karen had a very sweet little anal rosette, crinkly but cute. There was no unsightly hair, which was owing both to Karen's small size making her features in all respects a bit child-like and Karen's care in keeping herself tidy in her nether regions. Nor did Karen suffer from discoloration of the sensitive skin around her anus, which for many, especially larger, women would display their rear with mottled yellowish and even brownish streaks. As she licked the acrid bits and smudges of Karen's bowel movement from around her little opening, Marian began to accept her role and cherish her serving her daughter in this embarrassing, humiliating but still intimate manner. She hoped Karen might eventually forgive her for the way she had abused her even after Karen had returned home after college.