Kathryn came over and peered down. After examining her daughter’s anal area, she ordered her to stand and she closely checked Joanie’s split in front, assuring herself that it was dry by running her finger through Joanie’s puffy labia. Joanie felt violated, although she was used to her mother’s intensive inspections of her vulva and anal area.
Annabel came over and helped Joanie walk over to the armless spanking chair. Annabel seated herself and Joanie, her childish panties at her knees, placed herself across the disciplinarian’s skirted lap.
Nodding to Annabel to proceed, Kathryn seated herself in a comfortable chair across from Annabel and Joanie. Annabel immediately started spanking Joanie’s bottom cheeks, alternately hitting one cheek then another. She upped the tempo of the spanks as well as their intensity. Soon, Joanie was sniffling and then moaning before letting out cries when Annabel would spank one cheek over and over and the applied the same pattern to the other.
She then reached for her ebony hairbrush and applied that to Joanie’s now very red bottom. Joanie screamed but the loud cries did not escape the well-padded room. Annabel continued until the young woman was in tears and moving her bottom desperately to try and avoid the endless fusillade of hairbrush spanks.
“That looks like enough for now,” Kathryn said sharply to Annabel, holding out the possibility that if Joanie misbehaved during the next stage–her caning–her spanking might be resumed.
Annabel told Joanie she could stand up but keep her panties at her knees.
Joanie did what she was told, and Annabel escorted her to the horse, where she knew to drape her arms over it, her spanked red bottom on full display.
Annabel selected a thin, tan, rattan school cane, which met with Kathryn’s nodded approval. She swished it in the air, which Joanie could hear but not see. As was usual, Annabel heard Joanie draw in her breath with fear when she heard that fateful swish in the air.
“How many?” Annabel asked Kathryn.
“Just keep going until I tell you to stop,” Kathryn responded, knowing that the indefinite sentence would frighten her daughter, which was what the mother surely intended.
Annabel stood behind her, placed the cane on Joanie’s red bottom, drew it back, and fired a stinger right down the middle. She allowed the stroke to sink in, as a red line slowly appeared, by when Joanie had let out a scream of pain as the cane struck her already blistered bottom.
Waiting at least 30 seconds between strokes, Annabel expertly placed them a slight distance between each other. When she had given six, she looked to Kathryn, whose expression declared that she should continue the caning.
Annabel’s cane struck under the slight overhang of Joanie’s bottom with her thighs, drawing a loud scream when this extremely sensitive spot was caned. She elicited more screams when she delivered two crisscross diagonal strokes that must have hurt more because they crossed the others. Kathryn signaled with her finger that one more stroke would suffice. Annabel knew she would want a powerful closer.
She took the cane back and applied precise direction with heft, struck right down the middle of the caned bottom. Joanie almost jumped off the horse with the sharp instant of pain that persisted as the impact of the stroke slowly grew.
Annabel now turned to Kathryn, and asked, “I assume that this should complete the discipline ordered. Have you anything further to say?”
Kathryn smiled and thanked Annabel for conducting the discipline session. She looked at her daughter’s bottom and admired the thin red stripes that adorned Joanie’s cheeks and the darker diamond marks where the severe crisscross strokes crossed the earlier ones.
She added, “It is appropriate that an extra punishment be given for her extended toilet use prior to the discipline being imposed.”
Annabel said that it had been customary for three quick cane strokes to be applied as extras, or, she added, “some customers request that a Mistress’s Stroke be given.”
“I will opt for the latter,” Kathryn said off-handedly.
Standing in front of them with her panties at her knees, and her bald cunt exposed, Joanie began to weep at the prospect of this supreme punishment happening to her. “Please, Mother, please, not that, please!” she wailed.
“Please proceed with the imposition,” Kathryn pronounced deliberately.
Annabel told Joanie to remove her panties and hand them to her. She then asked her to bend over the table facing her and grasp the other side. “Keep your legs well apart, Missy,” she instructed.
Now, the disciplinarian walked over with her small soft whip and stood behind the sobbing Joanie. She bent a bit to lay the whip on the floor below Joanie’s spread legs. She lifted it a bit and then smoothly flicked it up into the crotch above it. It struck Joanie on her labia, and she emitted a long, harrowing scream.
Joanie was in pain from the stroke on her delicate place even though it was carried out with a light flick of the soft whip by Annabel, who knew how to give this stroke without causing physical injury.
Annabel allowed Joanie some time to recover her presence and then told her she could put her panties back on and lower her clipped skirt. Joanie stopped crying and put herself back together.
She hated having to wear the tight, awfully short skirt, and the shameful childish panties. Her husband had started asking her to dress this way more often. She understood that it turned him on. At some level, she accepted that she needed this kind of terrible embarrassment.
One night when she came to bed wearing only a tight pair of the girly panties decorated with bunnies, her husband treated her to the most loving and arousing sex she could recall. She also remembered that she had started wearing these panties even when her mother had not forced her to put them on. It was clear to her that she did tend to leak before she reached the bathroom. These panties were coated with protective material that kept them from permitting any pee to leak out.
As she pulled the tight panties over her sore and striped bottom, she tried not to show how painful it was to have to wear any underpants in view of the castigation she had endured. Once she had accepted a handkerchief from Annabel and dried her eyes, Annabel led the two downstairs to the store proper.
She entered the report of the imposition in the store’s register and asked both Kathryn and Joanie to sign as, respectively, the person ordering the discipline and the recipient. The report was read aloud, and Joanie cringed some more when she heard that it recited her use of the toilet and the character of her urination and the precise stages of her defecation as well as her spanking, hairbrushing, and caning, along with the Mistress’s Stroke.
Then reverting to her sales position, she brought out a variety of trendy panties and other lingerie for Kathryn to consider purchasing for herself and for Joanie. The panties presented for Joanie were quite juvenile in appearance, with candy stripes–like the ones Joanie was wearing–as well as ducks, bunnies, and other small animals. Most were in pastel colors.
Joanie knew that Kathryn would specify that the panties she bought would be sold in sizes smaller than the normal panties Joanie would have purchased on her own. Annabel realized that even if Joanie were married with children, as indeed she was, she would be made to wear the childish panties by her mother, who might appear at any time to inspect her.
Joanie did have to report to Kathryn regularly at Kathryn’s home for panty inspection. Kathryn checked for pee, poo, or period stains. Joanie was required to wear maxipads when she had her period. Joanie’s husband loved his wife, but he felt she benefitted from her mother’s intimate supervision. So far, Kathryn had not tried to dominate Joanie’s husband and he would never agree to that anyway.
Annabel totaled Kathryn’s purchases and lightly suggested to Joanie that she was so lucky that her mother bought such nice lingerie for her. Joanie responded with perfunctory agreement to avoid annoying her mother. Annabel presented the bill to Kathryn, who proffered a credit card. With the receipt, Annabel gave her an account of the discipline imposed at that day’s session, along with a discount coupon for a follow-up visit.
Annabel concluded by reminding Kathryn that the coupon needed to be used within six months and saw Joanie suppress a groan. Annabel thought Joanie had become a good-looking woman in her late 20’s; her figure remained good, and her hair was lustrous. The saleswoman decided that strict discipline of the kind ordered by Kathryn and no doubt practiced on her own did wonders for a woman’s appearance.
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