Another Shaming Caning for Joanie
[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.
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.
- Annabel remembered how Joanie had let out pee during her caning in their past encounter, causing a slight problem during the discipline process.
- Kathryn suggested allowing Joanie to use the toilet before the punishment, as she didn't want a repeat of the embarrassing incident from their previous visit.
- Annabel informed Kathryn that they had alternatives, such as a private bathroom or a toilet in the discipline room, for Joanie to perform her bodily functions in front of them.
- Kathryn agreed to have Joanie do her business in the discipline room, knowing that the exposure and humiliation would serve as an additional punishment.
- During the session, Joanie confessed to her mother that she needed to make a bowel movement, further increasing her embarrassment and humiliation during the disciplinary process.