The Little Lady Trains Her Mother

For Megs--Once More

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Life at 25 seemed quite nice for Karen. She had her own pleasant apartment and was able to use Emily's even grander residence as her own, since she and Emily spent much time together, especially in bed. Emily had been wonderful to her, particularly in turning over discipline of Emily's two older sisters, Leslie and Linda, to the little lady.

Karen's job was also rewarding -- both in pay and responsibility. She continued to see Rod, who spent nights in bed with her when she wasn't sharing her sleeping place with Emily. No one seemed jealous. And both Leslie and Linda had become compliant through her training so that neither ever dared rebel against her sometimes sadistic rule.

Rod had even started buying her some lovely things to wear. Karen was small enough to wear petite sizes so she enjoyed being taken to fancy parties by her well-off boyfriend dressed to the nines. She always made sure to wear her sexiest lingerie beneath whatever gorgeous dress she had on—last night, Rod had smiled and told her lovely she was when he carefully removed her blouse and skirt and revealed her matching pale blue bra and panty set.

Karen also was enjoying her lingering thoughts of the fabulous night in bed she had then spent with Rod, a handsome man who knew how to bring out every bit of verve in Karen when they finally finished playing so delightfully and got down to really hard but loving fucking. Indeed, Karen still wore a liner in her pale blue undies as she felt Rod's cream continuing to drip out of her very well-fucked vagina.

Thus it was a surprise and, at first, not a very welcome one, when Karen's buzzer sounded that Saturday morning when she was sleeping in, and she put on her robe to find none other than her mother, Marian, standing at her door.

"What on earth brings you here?" she asked her mother in a not very caring way.

Marian, for her part, was defensive, in that she had seen little of her daughter for some time. Karen had thought she would leave her family behind when she went off to college and then to the city. "That's not much of a welcome," her mother, who was short and dark-hairedlike Karen, but was built rather solidly for her size, remarked with a strain of tension in her voice. The contrast between petite but increasingly assertive Karen and her somewhat torpid but larger mother was striking. Yet as so often occurs in life, size was inversely related to power. Karen's mind raced through the times she felt her mother had mistreated her -- at least as far as Karen was concerned -- and the petty injuries Karen recalled. Things would now be put right, she thought to herself.

"I hope you don't expect to be greeted with hearts and flowers," Karen responded with a definite air of condescension.

"I knew I would have to submit to your attitude when I came here," Marion said softly, "but I have no other choice. Your father has left me and I'm adrift."

This was not a visit Karen had ever wanted or looked forward to having. That said, however, the little lady's mind began to function and she started seeing there might be something in this for her. She quickly realized she was being given a marvelous opportunity to exercise her newly acquired skills as a dominatrix. She saw a desperate woman standing before her and all of the slights she had had to endure from this woman during adolescence came back to her.

"Come in, Marian," she finally offered, and led her mother to her well-appointed living room and pointed to a lower chair. Karen then sat herself behind her lovely inlaid wooden desk with the assurance that had come from her recent experience as a dominant and the elevated level of her desk chair compared with the low one Marian occupied.

"You may stay here," Karen began, in an intonation that brooked no interruption, "but I can see you have let yourself go and are in dire need of some severe discipline. If you decide to stay here, I intend to provide just what you need: you will be submitting to more than my attitude. If you decide to avail yourself of my hospitality, you will be subject to my direction in all respects. You need to think about whether you can deal with this."

Marian, standing in the hallway with her cheap valises next to her, hardly seemed to be in a position to argue with her suddenly controlling daughter. She decided she had better make the best of a bad situation and vowed not to let Karen's demeanor and seeming threats get to her. "

"Sweetheart, I will be happy to do whatever you want," Marian smiled in response.

"Don't make a mistake, mother," Karen replied with a snap in her voice. "You are not going to like what happens one little bit. But I intend to retrain you and you will be the better for it. So don't complain to me after you decide to stay here. I've warned you that I intend to treat you like someone who needs very basic training and I can assure you you will be embarrassed and your bottom will be sore."

Marian blanched at the last statement. Again, however, she realized she was in no position to argue. "Couldn't it wait until I used...the little girls' room?" Marian inquired as she seemed to be fidgeting in the uncomfortably low chair, which also rode her skirt up almost far enough to display her undergarments. She began to stand when Karen interrupted her: "Sit down and don't get up until I tell you you can. If you stay here, I meant that you will be subject to what I say in every respect. That will include your use of the bathroom."

Now, Marian began to cry softly. "Surely you don't wish to see your mother...wet her pants, Karen," she asked plaintively as she saw a wide smile cross her diminutive but highly controlling daughter's face.

"How close are you to wetting your pants, mother?" Karen asked calmly. "If you want to stay and use the bathroom, you may stand and disrobe. Take off all of your clothing."

Marian had never before been asked such a question and when her shock passed, she thoughtfully answered that she hoped she could avoid disgracing herself for a few minutes but that her need to use the toilet was becoming increasingly urgent.

"I am sorry you are so cold to me, Karen, when I have always tried to do my best for you," Marian went on, "but I have no choice but to accept your terms."

She then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it and unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She stood in front of Karen's desk in her plain white cotton panties and matching bra. Karen noticed that there was a wet spot right at the panty crotch.

"Did you leak into those panties or are you just excited by this?" she asked.

"I guess...I'm just a bit unnerved by your taking such stern control of me," her mother haltingly answered. Her face was blushing totally now.

"Come with me to the bathroom and we'll see about dealing with your little situation," Karen said, quite bossily. Now Karen put on her firmest expression and wasted no time in laying down the rules that would govern Marian's life henceforth.

"First, you will only address me as Miss Karen," Karen intoned in a very bossy tone. "I will decide everything about your life: what you wear, where you go, what you eat and drink, and even how and when you use the toilet will be up to me. Any questions?"

Marian quietly followed her dominant daughter and Karen sat on the closed toilet as her mother stood in front of her, shifting from one leg to another as her need to urinate increased. "Karen, aren't you being a bit harsh, dear? I'm afraid I'm going to lose control soon...it's ...coming....down," she whimpered as Karen saw the wet spot enlarge.

"You have earned your first naughty mark," Karen said with firmness, "by not calling me 'Miss Karen'." She proceeded to make a note in a small black notebook. "You will learn to avoid getting bad marks for your conduct," Karen went on, "because your bare quimmy will pay for them." She held up her favorite thin cane: "And this is the way it will pay."

Marian now realized she was going to be horridly embarrassed. "Yes, Miss Karen," she said carefully, "I do need to use the toilet. May I?"

"First, you will learn to ask me for permission to do what you need to do," Karen replied. "You will ask for permission to wee wee or to make a doody. Use those exact words or your request will be denied and you will not be allowed to ask again for a while."

Marian suddenly felt totally exposed. "Miss Karen," she asked in a small voice, "please may I have permission to...wee wee?"

Karen smilingly handed her mother a large glass bowl and told her to lower her panties, squat and pee in it. "In that?" Marian asked with a whine.

"Use it now or you will lose your chance to pee in it at all. You may begin when I say 'go' but be prepared to stop immediately when I tell you to," Karen answered firmly.

Marian quickly pulled her panties down below her knees and squatted ignominiously. When Karen said the word 'go', her mother's pee finally burst from her crotch into the bowl with a strong ping. After about fifteen seconds, Karen told her abruptly to stop. "Hand me the bowl now."

Marian started to protest but held her tongue and handed the bowl to her imperious daughter. It was a foaming brew she shamefacedly raised from the floor and handed to Karen. "Miss Karen, I still need to wee wee some more. May I?" she pleaded.

"No," came the answer she dreaded. "You can hold it in now."

Karen went on to lecture Marian some more. "As you progress you will earn more privileges and you will be treated as an older girl. But first you must learn to obey without question."

"Now leave those panties down and get across my lap," Karen said with intensity as she closed the toilet lid to Marian's dismay and seated herself atop it. Marian ignominiously lay across her smaller daughter's skirted lap with her large white bottom on full display. She was further humiliated by knowing that Karen could readily see her pubic hair that went down between her legs and probably part of her vulval fig that was down in there too.

Karen now started to spank Marian's rear end, one cheek after the other. Soon, her mother's buttocks began to turn a rosy red and she started moving her legs with abandon, no longer trying to keep her private places hidden.

Interrupting the spanks, Karen chuckled as she inserted a long finger into Marian's slightly hairy anal rosette. "Karen, what are you doing back there?" Marian involuntarily protested.

"Another naughty mark for you, Mommy," Karen rejoined, "and I'm doubling it because you questioned what I am doing. You no longer have any right to question me about anything I do. As it happens, with little girls, we inspect their bottom-holes with a finger so as to 'check their oil' or see if they will need to make doody soon. We don't want you soiling those panties, now do we?" she said, most condescendingly.

She put her finger back into her mother's now slightly open brownish anal rosette. Removing her finger she observed the small smudge at the tip and held that down in front of her mother's ashamed nose. "I do think someone may need to make a doody soon," she said, and carefully inserted a glycerin suppository in Marian's tight bottom-hole to make sure her mother would soon need to defecate.

She allowed Marian to stand and ordered her to pull up her panties "like a big girl. You do know, I hope, that if you misbehave, you will be demoted and have to wear little girl panties, dear," she added. "Some girls, of course, behave so badly that they are put back in diapers for a time."

"Put on your coat, Marian," she directed her ashamed mother. "We're going to visit some friends of mine and you will also get to see how well some girls take to their training."

They walked the short distance to Emily's place and Linda, Emily's older sister, answered the doorbell, wearing a very short skirt that barely came down below her pink panties.

"Welcome, Miss Karen," Linda, who was 38 and divorced, welcomed her dominatrix, because Emily had assigned this responsibility to the diminutive but dominating Karen.

"Hi Linda," Karen said breezily, "I want you to meet someone who will be sharing your little room here. This is Marian, who is actually my mother but who has agreed she needs to be trained the way Leslie and you have been."

Linda did a double-take, finding it incredible that this little tyrant was able to exercise her highly dominating will over her own mother. "I'm sure Marian appreciates your kindness in agreeing to train her, Miss Karen," Linda smiled.

Soon, Emily, Karen's great friend and sometime lover, walked in and grinned widely at what she observed. She was accompanied by her other sister, also older, Leslie, who was redhaired but had become as outwardly subservient as Linda, having been subjected to Emily's and Karen's discipline for the longest time.

"Marian, you will always curtsy when Miss Emily enters the room," Karen ordered her mother bossily. "Do it!"

Without any more thoughts, Marian forced herself to go into a curtsy, something she hardly remembered how to do.

"Your mom seems like she has already been trained nicely," Emily complimented her own dear love.

"I'm sorry Emily but I will now have to discipline her for earning no less than three naughty marks already," Karen said with clear diction and a hard eye directed at Emily not Marian.

"Oh I'm so sorry she's already misbehaved," Emily gushed. "But it will do Linda and Leslie good to see how a slightly older woman is put through a good disciplinary session."

"I did just have occasion before we left to spank her," Karen confided, as Marian's face reddened as much as her nether cheeks had earlier. "But now she will get the severe punishment that any girl earns for getting three naughty marks."

"You pay attention, girls," Emily said nastily to Linda and Leslie. "I'm so glad you now have someone else who will show you what it's like to be trained at a later age."

"Marian, lift your skirt and lower your panties to your ankles," Karen instructed as her mother haltingly but with fear written across her face, complied speedily with the dreadful order. Worse was in store for her.

"Now lie down on that bench with your ass right at the end and your legs hanging off it," Karen continued. Marian did as directed and blanched as her pudenda lay exposed at the end of the bench, with her legs involuntarily spread as they hung down from the bench.

"Spread those legs more, Marian," Karen went on. "You will now sit up and hold your vulval lips open with your fingers but keep your fingers out of your pussy. They are only to touch your labia, your inner lips, not your pussy inside."

Marian began to cry at the exceedingly humiliating treatment she was undergoing in front of three fully-dressed women. "Don't do this to me, Karen," she cried, not sure of exactly what Karen meant to do next.

"Oh mother dear," Karen said with a nasty flourish, "you've been asking for this for a long time." Linda and Leslie were ashen-faced as they knew what was to come.

Karen now picked up her thin cane and lay it right between the vulval lips of her mother's totally open sex. With a tiny flick of her small, delicate hand, she drew the cane back and snapped it right back in between the sex lips and waited for the inevitable scream that her mother could not contain as her most private and sensitive places were so brutally whipped.

"You will resume position or I shall award extras," Karen said coldly. "You have two more marks to be expunged." She flicked the cane twice in succession back between the hairy lips of her mother's pussy. Marian screamed but was too frightened to move. She now was coming to understand the regimen she would be subjected to by her dominant daughter and knew it was far too late to change the terms of her...training.

Karen walked between her mother's spread legs and noticed the splashes of yellow fluid on the floor below her crotch. "Did you pee on the floor, Marian?" Karen asked as if speaking to a three-year-old.

Marian blanched as she saw how her needy bladder had betrayed her. "I couldn't help it...Miss Karen," she said in a little, frightened voice. "It just came out when you hit me down there."

"Isn't she just the cutest little girl?" Emily commented. "Karen, if you'd like, I have the loveliest little pair of girly panties, ones with bunnies on them, if you feel she has earned the need to wear them. After all, they have a plastic coating in case she loses control again."

Marian began to cry softly as the ignominious panties, complete with bunnies, were produced, displayed to everyone, and then handed to her as Karen smilingly told her to put them on instead of her old white cotton ones.