(This is a continuation of a Mother's training of Her 18-yo daughter; read Chapters 1 & 2 first, please)
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I awoke to the sound of Jessica's alarm clock. It was Friday morning and the girls had to go to school. Damn.
We were still in a jumble of arms and legs on Jessica's bed, my pretty naked girls and me. Sara got up to start the shower. Turning to Jessica, I wiped the hair from her eyes and told her how much I love her and how proud I was of her. "Now, get ready for school."
After their shower, Jessica found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to put on.
"Why don't you wear a skirt today, Jess? It doesn't have to be anything fancy."
"Is this OK, Mom?" she asked me, holding up a flowered print skirt.
"That's fine, honey." I stopped her again when she started to put on her panties.
"No, Jessica. The whole idea of a skirt is to be bare underneath; to feel the air; to get all hot thinking about being open. And no bra, either." She looked so pretty when she left; so uncomfortable about not wearing any underwear -- just her skirt, T-shirt, sandals, and collar.
"Don't forget to kiss Mommy goodbye." She bent down and opened her mouth, pressing her lips to mine. We kissed for only a minute, then I gave Sara her turn. Parting our lips, I told her, "Sara, I really enjoyed last night, but I think Jessica and I need some mother and daughter time by ourselves. You can come back Sunday morning before I leave, though. Hurry home after school, Jess."
I was waiting for her on the couch when Jessica got home that evening, wearing only my corset.
"New rule, Jessica. As soon as you get home, I want you naked. In fact, as soon as you get inside the building, I want you barefoot. You understand?"
"Yes, Mom," she answered and started to strip.
"Wait, Jess. As long as you are still dressed this time, why don't you come over here and strip for me?" She came over and started to strip. Once she was nude, though, she didn't know what to do and I had to try to talk her through lap dancing. "Oh, never mind," I finally told her. "I'll take you to a strip bar so you can see what they do."
"So how you like not wearing any panties or bra today?"
"It felt kind of weird."
"Did it make you hot?"
"Yah, sometimes."
"That's good, Jess. It's good to feel all hot and sexy. Take this bag and gather up all of your bras, panties, socks, and pantyhose for me; clean and the ones in the laundry." She looked confused but went into her room with the shopping bag. When she returned, I had another instruction.
"Now, take this bag and fill it with your jeans and other pants, and all your sneakers. You can leave out one pair of sneakers for gym class."
By now, she had probably figured the gist of what we were going to do, but she complied without a word.
"Now, get your robe, my robe, and whatever you think are my sexiest shoes. Leave the bags." When she returned, I directed her to get down and put my shoes on me. I then arose and tied the robe around my waist, before instructing her to do likewise. "Is all of your underwear and socks and stuff in there?"
"Yes."
"And these are all of your jeans and sneakers?"
"'Cept for my gym pair."
"Pick up the bags and come with me." I led her down the hall to the garbage chute. "It felt good to be hot, didn't it, Jess?"
"Yes," she answered hesitantly.
"I don't want you wearing any underwear any more, Jess ... and I think you want to go without it too, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"Your legs are so pretty. Girls with pretty legs shouldn't wear pants. At least not girls who are submissive to me. Don't you agree?"
"I don't know... I guess so."
"Well then, you know what to do." She opened the hatch and dropped the bags down. "We'll go shopping for some new clothes for you this weekend," I assured her before we walked back to the apartment
Upon our return to the apartment, however, she forgot to remove her robe. "Jessica, what did I tell you about wearing anything in the apartment?"
"Oh, right. Sorry," she said and took off her robe.
"I see I'm going to have to remind you. Go into my toy drawer and bring me a paddle."
"God, I said I was sorry!"
"You just doubled your punishment, Jess. Now get in there!" I commanded, pointing at my bedroom.
I selected a firm, thin switch that I knew would sting enough for her to get my point.
"Bend over and put your hands on the bed, Jess. I'm not going to tie you down; you have to learn to take your punishments. Each time you move away, I am going to add two swats to your punishment. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am," she replied in resignation, her ass turned up to face my switch.
"Good. Now spread your feet farther apart."