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."
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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.
