Starting the Governesses' Club

By Susan Greenway

[You may find this story more enjoyable if you first have read My Strict Young Governess, Chs. 1 through 8. However, you might read this one and decide if it is to your fancy. This story involves significant discipline as well as bodily functions. If either of these topics bothers you, please do not read the story. All characters are 18 or over.]

My 25-year-old governess, Suzanne, had originally taken me to a women's clothing establishment that catered to middle-aged women who were under the supervision and control of much younger governesses. Melanie's Feminine Fashions was run by a charismatic woman named Melanie, whom everyone called Mel and who was in her early 50s.

My name is Deborah, and my governess only calls me by my full name when I have been naughty and am going to be punished. Normally, she calls me Deb, as do all my friends. I learned from Suzanne that Melanie was forming a group, really a club, of the youthful governesses whom she had helped develop into highly effective dominant women.

I had felt a need for someone like Suzanne in my life to give me some direction and yes, some correction for when I allowed myself to misbehave in a juvenile or even stupid manner. I quickly grew to admire and even feel a deeper affinity for Suzanne, even though she took complete control of my life, including deciding what I wore, where I went, what I ate, and yes, when I could use the toilet. She even supervised that, too.

She also took over my place in my marital bed with my husband Ned, who agreed with my decision to hire Suzanne. She slept in what had been my bed and I was relegated to a day bed nearby in the bedroom. My husband enjoyed the opportunity to have sex with a gorgeous 25-year-old, especially since she did involve me often in their bedtime activities, so he got to play with and fuck both of us. At other times, I was off in my own bed and heard the two of them go at it. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I enjoyed being an auditor as it was too dark for me to be a voyeur.

One day, Suzanne let me know that Mel was forming a club for the young women she had trained to be governesses for middle-aged women. I knew two of the other members--Linda was the governess for her Aunt Frances, whom she called Franny, and Adrienne was a 20-year-old saleswoman at Mel's store who, as did the other saleswomen, accepted short-term governess assignments when regular governesses went on vacation or had to be away. Adrienne also had some regular clients, including a pre-op trans woman named Maggie, whom she supervised without being a live-in presence.

Adrienne had acquired a broad range of experience in a relatively short time. Although she was only 20, she had been Mel's most effective saleswoman and also filled in on short-term governess assignments. Mel had recognized that Adrienne, who was already regarded as capable of being incredibly strict, as well as being amazingly loving, was expert in taking control of any especially challenging middle-aged woman who needed to be brought under control of a much younger governess.

In fact, Adrienne had suggested forming the Governesses Club to her boss. "These capable women need a chance to meet on a regular basis and receive information and techniques to manage their girls," she mentioned to Mel, who seized on the idea and contacted many of the governesses whom she had trained and often placed.

Suzanne mentioned some of the other young women: Kathryn was a 26-year-old blonde who was governess to a woman in her 40s named Harriet; statuesque Valerie, who was 30 and had flaming red hair, had been hired to supervise a woman in her 50s named Julie; and Patricia, who was 29 and auburn-haired, managed the life of a difficult woman named Martha. Pat, as Mel called her, had been retained by Martha's husband who had become desperate for some help in taking control of his home from his assertive wife.

"I want you to come to the next meeting, Deb," Suzanne told me. "I'm relying on you to behave as an incredibly good girl and an example. Yes, you may be disciplined anyway even if you are well-behaved, because Mel may want to have some demonstration of best practices for the governesses." Although I was immediately fearful of being shamed in front of all these women, I recognized that Suzanne would not have put me up for this position had she not felt I was a model for others.

I sweated bullets for the week before the meeting occurred. It was held at Melanie's Feminine Fashions after the store closed at 5:00 P. M. for the day. Mel presided and introduced everyone.

"I realize that this may be a late hour for your charges who have been awarded an early bedtime for naughty behavior," Mel began, noting that some of the governesses had brought the women they supervised with them to the meeting. "I will have to send your charges off at times when I wish to discuss things exclusively with the governesses. My colleague Adrienne will babysit for them and take appropriate corrective action should they misbehave at that time.

"I've asked Linda to go over some of the skills that I like to assume that a competent governess who supervises a middle-aged woman needs to possess," Mel continued. At this point, Linda stood and faced the group.

"We can go over true basics such as how to spank, cane, and use other corrective implements," Linda began, "and then proceed to how to administer toilet discipline and also how to discipline in semi-public places such as ladies' rooms. I will also go over what different kinds of clothes and uniforms you should know when to require your charge to wear and many other helpful hints."

"Suzanne has been good enough to bring Deb here with her," Linda said as she stared at me, "and I will ask her to stand up and go over to the 'naughty spot' Mel has set up along the side of this room." I did what I was ordered to do. "Deb, lift your skirt above your waist and clip it there so it stays up, and then take your panties down to your knees and make sure they fall no further."

I was now in this embarrassing posture before all the governesses and a few of their subjects. "Notice, by the way," Linda emphasized, "that Deb is wearing a short skirt for a woman her age, which indicates her submissive nature, and that her panties are white cotton but a bit baggy as befits the 'granny panties' that Suzanne has her wear." Linda now walked over to where I stood with my panties down and skirt up and peered down into my panty gusset.

"Conducting a panty inspection means checking the gusset for any stains, be they from pee, poop, or the girl's period," Linda noted. "A submissive, by the way, is always referred to as a 'girl,' even if she is well over 50. Girls who stain their panties must be punished for this carelessness--governesses vary as to whether spanking is the appropriate first punishment or whether the cane should be employed immediately."

"Alternatively, of course, repeated panty staining may be corrected by suspension of your girl's privilege of wearing panties," Linda added. "Girls often react with terror or tears when the governess declares that they will be put back in diapers for either a set time or, even more diabolical and effective--an indefinite period. If the girl asks how long that will be, the governess might tell her that it will depend on how well she learns to keep her diaper clean. Making her wear a diaper, of course, also means that the frequency with which the diaper is untaped to permit urination or defecation in the toilet is always within the discretion of the governess."

"Deb," Linda asked me, "have you ever been disciplined in a semi-public place, like a ladies' room?"

I was dumfounded at having to recount one of the most shameful occasions I had experienced under Susanne's domination as my governess.

"Yes, I have, Miss Linda," I answered. "Miss Suzanne was angry because I had said something unkind about someone who was having lunch at a restaurant with us. She quietly told me to accompany her to the ladies' room. Once there, I quickly found out that we had not gone there to pee or poop. Suzanne sat on the couch and had me lift my skirt and lower my panties; then she told me to get across her lap. She began spanking me and I cringed as several women came into the ladies' room and stared at us both before and after they went into stalls to do their business."

"One young woman suggested to Suzanne that I looked too old to still need spanking," Deb continued, "and Suzanne told her that I had been a naughty girl who needed spanking and sometimes even a caning. Suzanne then shocked me by offering the young woman a chance to cane me if she so desired."

"Apparently, this young woman also had strong dominant tendencies," Deb said with a tremor in her voice, "because she smiled and thanked Suzanne in a crisp tone and seemed totally pleased when my governess handed her a thin cane. The woman's name, it turned out, was Kate, and she ordered me to get up on my knees on the couch. My bottom thus was perfectly positioned, and she laid the cane on my bared bottom. Then she delivered six very crisp strokes that had me screaming."

"Kate grinned at Suzanne and then handed her the cane," Deb concluded her account. "There was more to come, alas," Deb remembered. "Kate excused herself and said she needed to use the toilet. Suzanne smiled and asked Kate if she would like me to accompany her and serve as her toilet. Kate looked surprised but wildly happy at Suzanne's generous offer. She accepted and snapped at me to come with her."

"She took us into a large, handicapped stall," Deb related, "and ordered me to take off my top and my bra. When I was now bare own to my knees, where my panties rested, she squatted over my face and boobs and pulled down her own panties. I was staring up at her fluffy dark bush when she released her pee which burst into my open mouth. She ordered me to swallow it, which I tried to do. To my horror, I saw her cute little anal rosette pooch open, and a smooth brown turd easily slid out and onto my boobs. Kate then told me to lick her clean from her slit in front to her bottom-hole. Her excretions had been clean in leaving little or no residue, but I felt awful at being her toilet."

Mel asked Suzanne to follow up on Deb's story by describing how best to conduct toilet discipline, or "adult toilet training," as she called it. Suzanne said that Mel had provided her with some lockable panties--cute undies with a small gold padlock attached to a tight waistband. "These panties, when locked, will not permit a girl to pull the crotch aside to relieve herself," she informed everyone. "The governess holds the key and will often not permit the girl to use the toilet when she first asks for permission.

"This means the girl now must concentrate on holding her pee and her doody in, resisting what will be the growing pressure to excrete. When she eventually is allowed to pee and poop, the governess should have her use a child's potty--either plastic or wooden--which will make her excretion a noisy affair. The governess may then choose to wipe her as if she were a small child. Then, she will be allowed to pull up her lockable panties which will then be locked, or if she has performed badly or been otherwise disobedient, the governess may have her remove the panties and put her into diapers as further punishment as well as toilet training."

"Some governesses," Suzanne continued, "find that toilet training works best when specific times are set for the girl to use the toilet or potty. The governess may say that toilet use will be allowed at 9 A. M., noon, 3 P. M., 6 P. M., and before bedtime. The girl knows that she is dangerously close to incurring further restriction if she dares now to misbehave, because the governess may decide to postpone any of the set times or tell the girl that, for example, that the 3 P. M. time is being eliminated today. This severe step usually makes the girl cry and plea for remission."

After pausing for effect, Suzanne asked Mel how governesses should react to such desperate pleas.

"They must always be denied," Mel intoned, but with a knowing smile. "Suspending toilet privileges in any way is a severe punishment, but once the governess imposes this humiliating order, she should never remit the sentence. A governess learns that once a punishment is awarded, it must be conducted, or the governess loses her credibility."

"How many of you have denied toilet use in this manner?" Mel asked the group.

Three of the governesses raised their hands.

"Did you find the denial was effective in remedying misbehavior?" Mel continued.

"Yes, indeed, Miss," Kathryn responded. "My girl used a bad word in response to an order, and I summarily postponed her toilet use time for three more hours," she reported. "Harriet [her girl, who was not present] knew that should she try to relieve herself by pulling her panty crotch aside, since I had not had her wearing lockable undies, she might incur even more severe impositions."

"What might that be, if I might ask?" Mel questioned.

"Oh, Harriet knew that I might order her to hold her labia apart for my cane to caress her slit or use my soft whip there," Kathryn chuckled. "She managed to hold it in for three more hours, which made me decide that the next time I needed to deny her toilet use, I would delay it for a longer period."

"Thank you, Kathryn," Mel said with a smile. "You all may be interested in some shaming clothing I've obtained that you may wish to have your girls wear when they are naughty." She held out a gray t-shirt that had the words, "I have been naughty and will soon be caned by my governess" printed on the front. Then she picked up a pair of blue-colored panties, actually they were briefs, with numbers cut out on the rear so that in one instance, the number "70" would be appear after a spanking over the bottom when the girl wore these spanking panties.

Then Mel brought out what looked like some kind of corset, but I knew it wasn't that. She explained that she now had obtained a supply of what she called "diaper covers." These, she said, were useful when the governess had put her girl in diapers. Then the diaper cover could be worn over the diaper and secured in the back where the girl could not reach it to open it. In effect, it was as effective as the lockable panties.

Mel observed that girls often reacted fearfully when told they were being put back in diapers; "when you put this diaper cover on, the fear and humiliation becomes even stronger. The diaper cover is even more shameful than having to wear plastic pants that make crinkling noises when she walks in them. It can be most amusing when you decide to change her in the ladies' room and women coming into the ladies' room ask you what that is and you explain that you've had to make sure that she doesn't try to remove her diaper."

She added that these women to whom seeing a diaper cover was a new sight would usually comment along the lines of saying that the girl must be very naughty for her governess to need to use a diaper cover to restrain her from taking off her diaper.

Suzanne raised her hand and was recognized by Mel.

"I should tell you something that frightens Deb so is useful when she has been naughty, especially during her period," Suzanne started saying, as my face reddened. "She normally uses tampons and a maxi on her heavy day," Suzanne announced, making my menstrual habits known to all these women. "I have begun having her wear a pair of the new period panties on her heavy day," she said coolly. "We know that they work, but Deb is constantly fearful of this because she's not sure that she won't have a horribly embarrassing accident."

Mel now asked Adrienne to take the submissives into a nearby room so the governesses could proceed in what she kiddingly referred to as "executive session." Adrienne quickly snapped that "all girls" follow her immediately and they all rose and did her bidding.

Once they had departed, Mel asked the governesses if they had encountered any particular problems. One told the group that she had been figuring out how to deal with her girl, who had been permitted to go out to dine with women friends at lunch but returned clearly inebriated.

"Start out by putting her in lockable panties and then declaring that she would now be getting an early bedtime, even if it was between 2 and 3 in the afternoon," Mel advised. "She should not be permitted to pee before getting into bed and told that she might be allowed to pee later if she goes to bed and behaves herself."

Mel then asked Suzanne to describe what she called the scheduling of canings.

"Many governesses have found that it is more effective to schedule a caning instead of caning a girl immediately upon sentencing her," Suzane began. "I will say, for example, 'Deb, you've been extremely naughty and have earned yourself a caning. You will report to the bedroom tomorrow at 1:00 P. M. wearing your punishment outfit.'

"I've found," Suzanne went on, 'that an additional punishment that would occur between my informing her that she will be caned and the actual caning the next day will consist of my putting Deb in a diaper that she must wear until the caning the next day. I will usually untape the diaper at times to empty it if she has peed or shat, or for her to use the toilet if she has been good. It's quite humiliating for her to experience the feeling she gets when she realizes she is peeing or pooping in the diaper for the first time."

"I think we all may benefit from making use of the techniques Suzanne has so helpfully described," Mel said.

"I have a question," Kathryn raised her hand. Mel recognized her and Kathryn said she wanted to know from Suzanne whether Deb would have to keep the diaper on if others were present or visited during the time she was required to wear it.

"Usually, she will keep the diaper on, but I won't make the fact she is wearing it known to anyone else unless she misbehaves in front of them," Suzanne responded. "I've noticed that girls are more liable to have childish tantrums when they are being humiliated by having to wear a diaper. If she acts up like that or in any way, I may announce that she is wearing a diaper and now needs to be changed. If appropriate in terms of the witness or guest, I might even invite her to join us in the bathroom to observe the change or to change Deb herself if our visitor feels up to that."

Meanwhile, in the room where Adrienne was supervising the subs, Deb realized she needed to relieve herself both ways and the pressure was becoming intense. She told Adrienne she needed to go. The youthful disciplinarian smiled as she said Deb would be allowed to urinate and defecate but would have to squat over a bowl that Adrienne set out on the floor. Deb cringed at the shame but yanked up her skirt and pulled her large white cotton undies down to be out of the way as she squatted over the bowl.

The other girls were entranced as they watched Deb pee into the bowl. They saw her piss stream out through her plentiful hair between her legs. Then she positioned her bottom hole right over the bowl and gave a slight push, followed by bowel sounds as everyone saw a thick, dark brown turd slip out of her recessed anal opening. After she had finished, Adrienne handed her a toilet roll and suggested that she wipe herself between her legs.

Deb accepted the roll and using a few squares, wiped front to back. She knew she had to perform the ignominious task of showing the soiled tissue to Adrienne, who upon seeing the streaks of brown and yellow, ordered her to keep wiping until the paper came up clean. Deb wiped thoroughly and pressed it into her hiney hole. She finally showed Adrienne a clean piece with which she had wiped.

Valrie's girl, Julie, let out a cackle as the humiliated Deb was showing Adrienne the clean tissue. Adrienne looked over at Julie with a withering glance and asked what was so amusing.

Julie was now frightened that she had attracted the attention of the youthful mistress in charge, who was known to be especially severe. "Nothing, Miss," Julie answered with a breaking voice which exposed her fear.

"I think you were amused by Deb's difficulty in wiping herself properly," Adrienne snapped, "so tell me the truth that that was what you were cackling about."

"I'm sorry, Miss," Julie confessed, "I did find it funny but now I know it was naughty because I was in effect making fun of another girl here."

"That's correct," Adrienne responded, "and now you shall be disciplined for your indiscretion. Stand up here in front of me and raise your skirt."

Julie rose and walked over to where she was told to stand and quickly raised her short skirt in which her governess, Valerie, had dressed her that day. Adrienne reached down and put her thumbs in the waistband of Julie's juvvie panties, which were tight and decorated with little images of princesses that a young girl would enjoy.

"I see that your governess has you wear rather juvenile undies, Julie," Adrienne observed. "Do you wear this kind of panties all the time or had you misbehaved so that having to wear them was a punishment?"

"I am being punished," Julie admitted, "because I laughed when my governess let out a loud fart. I was told that my reacting that way was terribly naughty for any girl but especially someone like me in her 50s."

"Do you still have your period?" Adrienne inquired blandly, although she was probing into a highly private topic for all women.

Julie's face reddened. "My periods are starting to diminish," she responded, "and it has gotten me depressed as well as angry. My governess told me that I need to get used to being in perimenopause and made me feel bad when she suggested that I might be able to use less absorbent tampons."

Adrienne smiled. "I'm sure she meant to be helpful," she replied, although she was certain that Valerie had intended to make Julie feel sorry for herself.

"I'm going to spank you now, Julie," Adrienne announced, "so get across my lap right now," she ordered as she seated herself on a strong wooden chair. Julie complied with the order and lifted her midsection as Adrienne indicated she needed to do that so that her panties might be lowered for her spanking.

All the girls now watched as Adrienne began slapping Julie's jiggly bottom cheeks. Deb thought that given what she regarded as Adrienne's sadistic nature, Julie was getting off easy. But Adrienne kept spanking, and the slaps were all hard ones. Julie began to moan, groan, and finally, cry.

Adrienne had gotten into a spanking rhythm and poor Julie was now suffering. Adrienne then ordered her to spread her cheeks and legs. When she complied, Adrienne began spanking her between her legs, on her anus and vulva. This was a pussy-whipping without the whip. Julie started to scream as the slaps on her most private places continued apace.

When Adrienne stopped, the girls all let their breath out. If they had feared Adrienne before, they were wildly afraid of her now. Julie forced herself to thank the youthful, 19-year-old Adrienne for taking the time to spank her so thoroughly.

"I don't know why you bother to thank her for spanking you," Patricia's girl Martha interjected. Martha had submitted to her husband's hiring Patricia to be Martha's governess as a way of dealing with Martha's assertiveness in taking control of their marriage.

"You should watch your mouth, Missy," Adrienne snapped at the 55-year-old Martha who was quite well dressed. "You just insulted me, and you don't seem to be concerned about how you will be punished."

"You intend to punish me for just making a comment?" Martha said sarcastically.

"Get over here right now before I bring your governess in to deal with you," Adrienne said sharply. Martha now looked surprised and even a little fearful as she calmly walked over to the much younger but highly dominant woman.

"Unzip and take off your skirt," Adrienne ordered crisply. "Now unbutton your blouse and slip it off." Martha complied with both orders and was beginning to realize what her mouth had gotten her into. Adrienne now ordered her to bend over the desk in the room and grasp the other side. When Martha had done that, Adrienne stood behind her and pulled her very lovely, ecru-colored panties down to her knees.

The others now saw that Martha's derriere showed that she was definitely in her mid-fifties. Adrienne had her spread her legs, so the others saw through her legs that she had visible pubic hair down there and even around her recessed dark anus.

"I'm going to recommend to your governess Patricia that she shave your pubes and the hair around your asshole," Adrienne told her. Then she took a thin cane which had been bent inside her handbag. She swished it in the air and Martha heard it and winced.

"I'm sorry for misbehaving, Miss," she pleaded. "Sometimes it seems I can't stop myself."

"Well," Adrienne chuckled, "I suspect my cane will put a stop to your acting out right now and I will suggest to Patricia that she follow up with punishments when you get home." She laid the cane across Martha's bottom, which was far from smooth and showed her age. Then Adrienne, an expert disciplinarian, drew the cane back and snapped it three times quickly across Martha's expansive bottom.

The shock of the three strong strokes and the speed with which Adrienne had delivered them elicited a loud cry from Martha and impassioned pleas for Adrienne to stop "because I'll be good, really I will."

"You sure will," Adrienne said lightly in response to the pleas. Then she drew the cane back again and fired three stingers into the tenderest part of a woman's bottom--the crease between bottom and thigh. Martha screamed and tried to break position, but Adrienne had her strong hand on the small of her back. "You're not going anywhere yet, Missy," she said curtly. "You have just begun receiving what's due you," she said ominously.

"I'm sorry, Miss," a now chastened Martha renewed her pleading, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid I may lose control... you know... wet myself."

"Go ahead and pee if you have to, you nasty bitch," Adrienne said calmly. "Of course, I'll be making you lick up your piss if you do lose control. I have a feeling you can hold it in."

Martha gritted her teeth but managed to keep from releasing her pee. Adrienne now started applying the cane from the top of her bottom, stroke by stroke until reaching the bottom. Then when Martha started to think she had finished, Adrienne started giving her crisscross strokes which were even more painful where they crossed the earlier weals.

This was too much for the usually serene and confident Martha. She let out a little cry and an exceedingly small amount of pee dripped out of her peehole. All the girls could see that however small the amount of urine she had released, Adrienne had broken her spirit by punishing her hard enough to make her lose urinary control.

Adrienne decided that this was sufficient punishment for Martha, and she told her to pull up her panties and put her skirt on. Then Adrienne escorted all the girls back into the main room where Mel and the governesses were discussing Mel's new offerings.

"How did they behave?" Mel asked her saleswoman Adrienne.

"Everyone was fine, but Miss Martha was rude and had to be disciplined, I'm sorry to say," Adrienne reported.

Martha's governess, Patricia, looked very annoyed and questioned Martha.

"Did you act up, Missy?" she asked in a threatening tone.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I was a very naughty girl," Martha said in a small voice, far from her sarcastic style.

"May I take a moment to teach her a lesson?" Patricia asked Mel.

"Of course," the shop owner replied generously.

Patricia told Martha to bend over the chair, hoist her skirt, and take down her panties. It was quite stimulating to the governesses to see this well-dressed lady over the chair with her bottom exposed. Patricia reached into her handbag and extracted a small envelope. Then she removed something that looked like a large pill and with her fingers, expertly inserted it into Martha's anal opening and used her forefinger to press it deeply inside Martha's rectum.

She then reached into the envelope again and took out what Suzanne recognized as a soap sliver. Patricia now inserted the sliver into Martha's anus. Suzanne and the other governesses, as well as their submissives recognized that the first insertion was a glycerin suppository that would soon make Martha need to defecate. The soap sliver would sting her tender flesh inside her anus.

Patricia now crisply told Martha to pull up her panties and let her skirt down. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you, or you will be an even sorrier girl, Missy," she warned Martha, who now sat demurely, hoping that she would not be punished any more.

Mel summarily said that the meeting was ending now and that if any of the governesses need to use her changing booths to "meet" with their girls, they were welcome to use them. Both Linda and Valerie opted to take their submissives--Franny and Julia--into the dressing rooms and it wasn't long before the others heard the recognizable sounds of palms slapping bare bottoms.

Soon, Martha felt the expected need to make a doody as a result of the suppository's being inserted in her anus. She quietly asked Patricia, her governess, if she could be excused to use the toilet.

"Not right now, Missy," Patricia said curtly. "It's not a convenient time for you to be allowed that privilege. You'll just have to hold it for a while until I feel you deserve to be allowed to do that."

The other girls and governesses who were still present heard the swift denial of permission Patricia had given Martha. They winced out of fear that they might be punished similarly now that their governesses were aware of how this punishment could be employed by a governess who wanted to inflict pain as well as embarrassment.

Martha tried to sit quietly but she felt the growing need in her bottom to defecate. She wasn't at all sure for how long she could retain her bowel movement. It had been many years, she realized since she had lost control in her panties but was facing the probability that this horrid event would soon befall her.

Patricia found she enjoyed observing her 55-year-old girl exercising every bit of muscular effort to keep her anal sphincter from opening involuntarily: this inevitably would release a large amount of feces into Martha's fancy panties. Patricia increasingly felt that this humiliation would be a salutary step in correcting Martha's highly annoying attitude of privilege that so infuriated her husband. Patricia knew that when she informed Martha's husband that his stuck-up wife had pooped her panties, he would tell the governess that she was succeeding in dealing with Martha's arrogance.

Martha's comeuppance was not long in arriving. She started to whimper as she felt the intensifying pressure on her anal ring. She managed to hold her sphincter closed but when there was a sudden noise--merely the ring of a telephone--this distracted her from her vigilant holding her doody in so that she suddenly felt a large turd slide out speedily into the gusset of her undies.

She let out a little cry and her face was immediately red with her shame at losing control in the most infantile way.

"Miss," she said addressing her governess, as she was required to call her, "I'm so sorry but I couldn't hold it in anymore." She sniffled like a much younger girl.

"Did you do what I think you did?" Patricia asked loudly so everyone could hear her. "Martha, I hope you didn't do a jobbie in your lovely undies, did you?"

"I'm afraid I did, Miss," Martha said without any emotion but feeling awfully juvenile and ashamed.

"So now I will have to start treating you as a young girl who can't control her bowel movements," Patricia declared.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss," Martha replied calmly. "I've been very naughty, and I know you will punish me as I deserve."

"I certainly will!" Patricia announced with a sneer. "You certainly have behaved as if yours didn't smell, but now all of us are sniffing your doody in your panties."

Patricia told her to keep standing where she was. Martha felt even worse as she could focus on nothing but the mass in her panty crotch. Then the governess went over to Adrienne and whispered in her ear.

"My girl Martha has just had an accident in her panties," Patricia whispered. "Do you have a diaper and some plastic pants for me to have her change into now? I'd be very grateful if you could help me out with this."

"Oh," Adrienne grinned, "so Miss Martha, with her airs of superiority, has made a big doody in her fancy pants? Yes, of course, Patricia, I'm happy to get you an adult-sized diaper and some plastic pants for this girl of yours."

Patricia motioned to Martha that she was going to change her.

"Out here in front of everyone?" Martha pleaded for privacy.

"You filled your panties out here, Missy, so you're going to be changed right here," Patricia snapped. "Get up on the desk and lift up your skirt."

When Martha had lain down on her back on the desk with her skirt up and her shamefully bulging panties exposed to everyone, Patricia slowly lowered the shit-filled undies down below Martha's knees. Then Adrienne returned with the diaper, plastic pants, and some wipes. Patricia carefully slipped the panties down and over Martha's stylish shoes. Adrienne held open a plastic bag for Patricia to deposit the panties and their contents.

Then as the other girls and governesses watched intently, Patricia used the wipes to clean off Martha's exposed anal area and then down between her legs where some of the doody had moved. Soon she was totally clean, and Patricia slipped the diaper under her bottom and then pulled the sides together and taped them. Lastly, she slipped the plastic pants over Martha's shoes and pulled them up on her legs to put them in place over the diaper.

"We may have to get you a diaper cover to put on you, so you won't be able to untape your diaper yourself," she informed Martha, who cringed at the continuing humiliation she was experiencing.

"You're lucky, Missy," Patricia added, "that I did change you right away. I could have given you the spanking you deserve right over the bulge you had deposited in your panties, you know."

"Oh, I'm so appreciative, Miss Patricia, that you were so kind to me," Martha exclaimed.

"Now, by the way, you will need to ask me whenever you feel a need to piss or make a doody, Missy," Patricia continued. "If you've been a good girl, I may open your diaper and let you use the toilet. But if you've been bad, you will have to go in your diaper."

"For how long am I going to have to wear a diaper?" Martha asked plaintively.

"For as long as I think you need to be diapered so that you will be ready for promotion to wearing panties," Patricia responded coolly. "Since you don't get your period anymore, we won't have to worry about that."

Martha cringed again as she heard her governess let all these other women know that Martha had gone through menopause so no longer had periods.