Another Shaming Caning for Joanie by cynthiablaine7

Another Shaming Caning for Joanie by cynthiablaine7

Discover the tantalizing tale of “Another Shaming Caning for Joanie” by cynthiablaine7. This erotic story delves into themes of desire, submission, and awakening as Joanie navigates her deepest fantasies. Join her on an unforgettable journey that promises to ignite your imagination and stir your senses. Read on to explore the complexities of pleasure and punishment in this captivating narrative.

[This story follows by a decade my account of Joanie’s disciplining at a lingerie store offering disciplinary services, particularly to mothers bringing girls of any age 18 or over to be punished. It does feature spanking, caning, and bodily functions, so if that is not to your taste, proceed no further. All characters are well over 18.]

Although it was ten years later, and none of the three women had been in any contact with the others for that time, they all had aged nicely. Annabel, now in her 50s, still enjoyed working in UnderCover, the town’s still popular lingerie boutique. She had become identified with the store and vice versa, because she administered most of the discipline that many customers came to the store to obtain.

She took a moment to recognize Kathryn Fenton, now in her late 50’s, whose hair was styled in a wedge cut more popular a decade earlier when she had first come to the store with her then-18-year-old daughter, Joanie, who accompanied her today. Joanie was now 28 and wore a wedding ring but seemed dressed as a much younger girl, as she had been on that first visit.

She was wearing a noticeably short denim skirt, with a middie blouse, short white socks, MaryJanes, and her hair was in the kind of braids high school girls favored. Annabel recalled how she had thought Joanie was dressed notably young for her age back then. Joanie, however, had lovely blonde hair and a prominent bust under her white blouse, which was sheer enough so that her lacy white bra showed through it.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here,” Kathryn began cheerfully, and Annabel assumed that the woman had enjoyed seeing Annabel cane her daughter a decade ago. Annabel’s memory suddenly clicked in when she recalled that Joanie had lost control and let out some pee during her caning after her mother had insisted that she not be permitted a toilet break before her punishment.

“Joanie’s been naughty again,” Kathryn stated baldly, “so we would appreciate your providing disciplinary service if your establishment still does that. I know that corporal punishment is not as common these days. I do still discipline her when I’m able to do that, but I realized that she needs the attention of a professional disciplinarian like you far more frequently.”

“We do still offer that service to our regular customers,” Annabel told her.

Kathryn immediately told her that she wanted to buy Joanie some lingerie, and Annabel assured her that that would qualify her as a regular customer.

“May I ask what kind of discipline you would like to have imposed?” Annabel queried her in a matter-of-fact manner. “I believe we used the cane last time.”

“I still find the cane quite effective,” Kathryn replied, “but I’d like her to be warmed up with a spanking, if you don’t mind.”

“That will be fine,” Annabel responded with a smile. “I’ll give you this card which lists both the services and charges. I hope you’ll find them reasonable. Might I ask for what the young lady is to be disciplined?”

“Yes,” Kathryn said crisply. “Although she is now happily married, she got into trouble recently in connection with drinking too much. I had to get her out of the mess she found herself in. My daughter still needs to do some growing up, I’m afraid.”

“Well, let’s go upstairs to one of our discipline rooms now,” Annabel said cheerfully. “I’m sure you both would like to get this done as soon as possible.”

“I’m in no particular rush,” Kathryn allowed, “so please do not feel pressed to speed your imposition on that account.”

“You might recall that last time we did have a little problem when Joanie failed to retain her urine during her disciplining,” Kathryn stated plainly as her daughter cringed. “For all our benefit, I’d be willing to permit her to use the toilet before we start, if that is all right with you.”

“We’ve provided alternatives from which you may now choose,” Annabel responded with a smile. “We do have a private bathroom but there’s also a toilet in the discipline room, so those who are to be disciplined can be required to do their business in the presence of the authority who has ordered their punishment.”

“The second option will be acceptable,” Kathryn said promptly, smiling at Annabel who could see that the mother was quite pleased that her daughter would be made to expose herself and perform her excretory functions in front of Annabel as well as her mother.

They walked up the short staircase and Annabel opened the door marked “Room 3” and showed them in. The room had a bench and a horse, as well as a comfortable armless chair obviously intended to serve as a perfect spot for spanking. There were many instruments–whips, floggers, martinets, and yes, canes of all sizes and lengths–on the side cabinets, low enough to be readily examined by those deciding on what punishments to be imposed and administered.

“Would you prefer that the spanking be given by hand or hairbrush, or both?” Annabel inquired in a business-like tone of voice.

“She will benefit from your hand spanking her first and then using the hairbrush,” Kathryn responded in an even tone.

“And do you have a preference for the cane to be used?” Annabel continued, as if Kathryn were ordering new lingerie.

“Please use a nice thin, whippy one like we used to have in school when the teachers were able to enforce discipline when they felt it would be helpful,” Kathryn answered.

Annabel looked now at Joanie, who seemed quiet and fearful of the discipline soon to be given imminently to her bottom.

“Do you need to relieve yourself now, Missy?” she asked, in only the slightest dominant manner. “You are aware that we do not interrupt the discipline once it has begun for that, as it should be dealt with prior to our commencing here.”

Joanie looked like she was about to cry at the humiliation, knowing she would have to both expose herself and do her business in front of the two older women.

“Yes, Miss,” she replied, and Annabel pointed to the pink porcelain toilet in the corner of the room, where a sink was placed adjoining it.

“Make sure your skirt is up above your waist,” Annabel directed her. “Here are a few clips to secure it. Leave them on after you are done.”

Joanie’s face was now red, and she lifted her little blue denim skirt and used the clips so that it was above her waist. It didn’t matter, she thought, how many times she was humiliated in this manner by her mother. What was worse was her realizing suddenly that after she peed, she would have to have a bowel movement too, in front of her mother and the disciplinarian. She then lowered her own panties, which looked quite juvenile to Annabel. They had candy stripes on them and tight elastic at the leg holes and waistband, besides looking like they were a size or two too small for the grown woman wearing them.

“We have lovely underwear for older girls now,” Annabel told her, “which I can show you when we go back downstairs. I assume your mother would prefer that your panties be selected from those intended to be worn by girls in their 20’s.”

“Thank you, Miss,” Joanie tried to smile. “I’d like to see that.”

“I’d like to buy some of them for her,” Kathryn chimed in, as Joanie’s face reddened even more. “Ones with a reinforced gusset, since she seems to leak or not wipe properly.”

Joanie cringed but said nothing in response to this embarrassing disclosure by her mother.

“You may sit on the toilet now, Missy,” Annabel told her in a stern tone. “Ma’am,” she addressed Kathryn, “you may tell her when she may begin, if you would like.”

“Thank you so much, dear,” Kathryn grinned. “Joanie, you may begin to pee when you can. Don’t dawdle, however, or I may make you wait until you have been disciplined.”

At Kathryn’s words of permission, Joanie released her pee, and the open front of the toilet seat allowed both Kathryn and Annabel to witness her strong pee stream burst out of her urethra into the toilet water.

“Hmm,” Kathryn observed, “you must’ve been holding it in for a while, sweetie.”

“I always need to go when I know I’m going to be spanked…and caned,” Joanie added after a pause. She peed for what seemed a long time. Then she looked at her mother and said, softly, “Momma, I need to make a doody.”

“Oh well,” Kathryn muttered, sounding exasperated, “you might as well go and make plop-plop,” she said demeaningly. “But be quick about it. Turn around on the toilet so we may see what you do.”

Joanie obviously was ready to defecate, so she speedily reversed her seating on the toilet and the view of her shaved pubis was replaced by her prominent but not excessively wide bottom. She grunted as she obviously pushed, and after her visible bottom-hole pooched out, she excreted a long, dark brown, solid turd that held together and dropped off into the bowl as Kathryn and Annabel watched in complete concentration.

“Is that all?” Kathryn said sharply.

“No, Mom,” Joanie answered and was close to weeping, “I think I need to make some more.”

Kathryn looked totally put out, but she held her tongue.

Joanie grunted again and produced another large sausage, this one less firm than the first. There was now observable residue around her anal opening.

She reached for the roll of toilet paper. Annabel told her to take only four sheets. “We do enforce strict limits when girls who are being disciplined need to defecate. You can use two for a second wipe,” she added, helpfully.

Joanie took the four sheets and wiped softly but effectively, from her front through her slit to then cleaning the fecal patina around her anus. Then she picked up the two added squares and dabbed them into her now tight hole and finished wiping herself.