Joan Takes Charge Ch. 18

Joan Takes Charge Ch. 18

By Cynthia Blaine

[This is the first new chapter of this serial in several years--and will gain from your reading the earlier chapters first; however, it can be read on its own. It does involve some bodily functions, incestuous behavior, and significant discipline. If any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]

Joan was now 31 and still in charge of her household, which included her older siblings: Jill, 39; Ken, 37; and Emily 35; as well as Ken's fiancée Andrea, 32, who had now married Ken. Her mother had decreed that Joan, the youngest, should run the massive house where they all lived, with servants. Joan still ruled, empowered to discipline the others so long as they resided there. Their living was without charge, but they lost those rights if they left the house to live.

Joan was now affianced to Steve, with whom she had been an item for several years. She was a professional success in the administrative management business where she held a senior position. The siblings had always engaged in internecine sex, which included partners who had lived in the house with one or another of them for varying lengths of time.

She had ended the weekly meetings at which discipline was given, preferring to summon each sibling or resident individually to her commodious master suite to discuss any issues and dispense punishment, which might include spanking caning, or more exotic impositions. The "bracketing" policy imitated by Joan's mother during her reign was maintained: one of the siblings was held co-responsible for the behavior of a partner who was residing with them. This meant that the sibling had to accompany the partner to the meeting with Joan and would also be disciplined with his or her partner for any of the partner's offenses.

This is all background to the current situation, where Jill, the eldest, was seriously considering leaving after marrying her long-time heartthrob Robert. He was willing to accept Joan's rule and discipline in return for the comfortable and cost-free living arrangements. Jill had always resented Joan's being in charge, mostly because Jill was the eldest. Yet she did not want to rule in Joan's place, desiring neither the responsibility of running the household nor the power to discipline the others when they misbehaved.

Jill had mostly resolved her own intimate issue: she still occasionally wet her bed at night. She did wear protective panties--incontinence garments that closely resembled the special period panties many women now wore in place of tampons or pads when menstruating. But sometimes when she had returned home after being out with her fiancé, she might have had several drinks and barely managed to fall into bed without putting on the special undies.

Joan relied on self-reporting of misbehavior by her siblings, bolstered by the reports to her by the staff who changed sheets and made beds. When Jill herself let Joan know that she had had another accident in bed, Joan had re-instituted a punishment originated by her mother for Jill. This featured insertion of one or more soap slivers in Jill's anal opening which focused her constant attention on the stinging that then occurred in her anus.

Jill also remained highly embarrassed by having to submit to her panties being lowered by her youngest sister prior to the latter's delivering a powerful spanking on her bottom cheeks. She did appreciate that the newer panties that absorbed most urinary accidents did not show beneath outer clothing such as pants or dresses. Jill chose to retain her full pubic bush, so made regular use of the bidet feature on each of the toilets in the siblings' bathrooms to clean her pudendum.

Robert assured her that he loved her despite any trepidations about her urinary behavior. In fact, they enjoyed, as did the other siblings, toilet and bathtub play involving each peeing on his or her partner. Jill and Robert especially enjoyed having sex with Ken and Andrea, as well as engaging in such play with them.

Robert and Ken were highly adept in satisfying their female partners in bed and also submitted to being dominated at times by the assertive women they loved.

Each also found himself aroused when summoned by Joan for disciplining in front of their partner. Jill did find it taxing to witness Joan applying her punishment cane to Jill's fiancé's backside. She saw her youngest, ruling sister tease Robert on his penis and scrotum with the tip of her cane, which caused him to become even more erect and harder.

Joan even exercised her female version of the European nobles of droit de seigneur, which allowed her to take sexual control of Robert or Ken and fuck him while she was in the cowgirl or reverse cowgirl dominant position. She would carry this out either in private alone with Robert or Ken, or right in front of Jill or Andrea's witnessing Joan's sexual dominance of their partners.

Nevertheless, it was a major and likely irrevocable decision with which Jill was faced in deciding whether or not to leave the house where she had always lived at no financial cost and with the privileges it included. The most humiliating aspect of Joan's dominance was her occasionally sentencing one of her siblings or their partners to serving toilet duty for her. This punishment required the sibling or partner to strip and then lie on his or her back under a metal-legged toilet seat placed in Joan's bathtub where they would be staring up at Joan's hairy pubis and anus, awaiting her opening of her urinary or anal sphincter to deposit its products on their faces.

At any time during the span when Joan had imposed the punishment, she might merely signal to the one being disciplined to accompany her to her bathroom for her to relieve herself on their face. This might feature licking Joan's flowing cunt on the heavy day of her period after extracting her soiled, bloody tampon with his or her teeth. Joan had always been a hot little number in bed, so her requesting sex after receiving this special period oral service was some compensation for the punishment. The men tended to enjoy fucking one of the menstruating women, who themselves found that intercourse relieved most of their menstrual cramps.

"I'm torn," Jill admitted to her sister Emily, "because I've always lived here and it's true that Joanie is far less severe in her demeanor and her control than Mom was."

"How does Robert feel about this?" Emily carefully interposed.

"He likes living here for free and receiving all the support the servants provide," Jill confessed. "We both also like our family's free and easy attitude toward having lots of sex with each other, which would never be the same if we didn't live here."

"Can I ask how your sex with Robert has been?" Emily ventured onto what she knew might be a sensitive area.

"We enjoy each other immensely, Em," Jill grinned. She blushed a bit then when she went on: "He likes it as do I when I tell him during sex I need to pee, which you know at times is beyond my ability to control. He then wants me to pee on him in bed which would lead to my having to report to Joanie. That would mean she'd stick those awful soap slivers up my tushee. I also hate to get into that with her now that I've pretty much conquered my incontinence at night."

"I'm so glad you've been able to do that, Jilly," Emily commented. "I know that's been such a longstanding strain on you."

"It also is nice that we all like to fuck and suck so much here, Em," Jill said with a broad smile. "I know you get much more pleasure from being sub than I do, but I do respect Joanie's wanting me on occasion to whip her."

"She wants you to do that?" Emily responded, surprised by this revelation.

"Yes, Em," Jill confided. "Little Miss Queen Joan does now and then want me to pull down her very fancy panties and yes, dear, whip her cute little cunt."

"Wow, Jill," Emily exclaimed. "That's amazing but not so surprising given all our propensities toward satisfying the needs we have between our legs, I guess."

"She also likes me to pee on her sometimes," Jill continued to amaze her younger sister with her accounts of Joan's need to be subservient to her eldest sibling on occasion. "She'll ask me to squat over her face or sit on her toilet seat in the tub with my panties up--I wear thin panties for this--and let my pee go so it flows through my panties onto her face or her cunt. Then she has me take off my wet undies and she licks me to a terrific cum."

"Can I ask if she ever wants you to whip her... down there?" Em cautiously proceeded.

"Yes, I'm expected to order little Joanie to hold herself open down there for me to apply the soft whip between her puffed-up labia, Em," Jill related. "I gather from that sign of arousal that this does turn her on a lot. I also tell her she's been naughty and that I might have to put soap slivers up her cunt."

"Have you actually done that?" Emily asked, now wildly excited and amazed by hearing of how Jill was able to dominate the sometimes imperious Joan at the latter's own request.

"Yes, Em," Joan said with a grin. "I tell her she's been naughty and that naughty girls get whipped on their cunts. Then I nicely tell her to hold herself open so her naughty cunt can be whipped."

"Do you hit her hard down there, Jill? This is getting me incredibly wet, by the way," Emily confessed.

"Don't worry, Em," Jill laughed. "I won't whip your delicious little puss, darling. But yes, Joan, you'll recall, likes rough, hard sex, and she wants me to really apply that nasty little whip right between her lips and hit her right on her big red clit where it must hurt like hell."

"Does she ever whip you down there?" Emily pressed on.

"Only when I ask for it, which, I'll admit, is not often but does occur," Jill said coolly. "I do sometimes get despondent about wetting my bed, even though it doesn't happen much anymore, and I feel a need to be punished that way.. It's so humiliating and it does really hurt, but I do need it sometimes. Is that sick or what?"

"We all have our diverse needs," Emily answered plainly. "I know I get a charge out of having Joan discipline me even when I haven't behaved badly. I guess that the way she can be so dominant turns this little girl on sometimes, or a lot of the time, I'll admit."

"Do you want your boyfriend to dominate you too?" Jill asked.

"No, Jill," Emily answered. "Grant and I truly do love each other and yes, we still like having sex with everyone else here, but we don't spank or otherwise dominate each other."

"I do feel now that I've been naughty," Jill mused aloud. "Would you take down my panties and whip me you know where?"

Emily was no longer surprised by what was definitely an unusual request for her. She rose to the occasion, despite realizing that her eldest sibling had never before asked her to dominate her."

"OK," she said with a crackle in her voice as she snapped in an unusually severe tone, "Jilly, lift that skirt above your waist and stand here right in front of me, you naughty girl!"

Jill responded with slight amazement at Emily's ability to become dominant, which she had never witnessed before. She raised her tweed skirt, exposing her flashy red-and-white striped French-cut undies.

"Oh, you're wearing such trashy panties, you naughty girl!" Emily exclaimed in mock horror. She now faced the taller Jill and put her thumbs in the waistband of Jill's panties. Then she slowly lowered them, disclosing Jill's luxuriant auburn bush.

"We might have to shave that messy forest between your legs, Miss Jill," Emily sarcastically and threateningly commented. "Naughty girls do get shaved, you know."

"Please don't shave me down there, Miss Emily," Jill pleaded. "I don't want to look like a teenybopper," she added.

"Well, it could happen, Jilly, if you're naughty enough," Emily did pose a scary possibility for Jill.

"Now spread your legs, Jilly, and hold that naughty cunt wide open for your deserved punishment," Emily intoned.

Jill complied, and Emily was treated to viewing her sister's large dark pussy lips held wide open to reveal her pink vaginal opening.

Emily picked up the soft little whip traditionally utilized to administer this fearsome punishment. She adeptly aimed at Jill's open cunt and expertly flicked the little whip, so it smacked right between Jill's open, puffy labia.

"Ow!" Jill exclaimed but she remained in the humiliating position where she was forced to hold herself open for this diabolical punishment.

Emily struck again, her whip even grazing the exposed tip of Jill's highly aroused clit at the front of her cleft. She again screamed, though the thick house walls prevented anyone else from hearing her cry.

"I think that's enough, Jilly, for now," Emily announced. "I'd feel respected if you would satisfy me with your talented tongue."

She lay back on her bed, pulling her bright striped skirt up under her bottom and brazenly exposing her tiny maroon thong which barely covered her reddish pubic thatch. She easily pulled the thong down and off as she spread her legs.

Jill climbed onto the bed and put her face right into Emily's crotch, where she licked her wet pussy with careful attention and then growing intensity. Emily's cunt smelled so fresh and good that Jill was transfixed by her sister's sweetness. It did not take her long to bring her sister to a roaring orgasm, and then a few more as Emily bucked and writhed under the stimulation of Jill's clever tongue.

Emily then managed to lift her bottom into diaper position and beckoned Jill with her finger to apply her oral talents to Emily's cute little bottom-hole. Jill focused now on trying to insinuate her tongue through Emily's anal opening and ring; slowly proceeding, she succeeded in gaining entry to the musty, slightly acrid flavor of Emily's rectum. She used her tongue and Emily again responded by moving her lower midsection in rhythm before letting herself sail into yet another lovely cum.

When she came down from that high, Emily was glistening and kissed Jill deeply on her lips. "Thank you for that sweet treatment, darling Jilly," she managed to exude.

"Thanks for giving me what I needed, dearest Em," Jill replied, feeling her pussy returning to normal life after the two severe whip strokes that had struck it. "I don't think I could bear leaving you, and yes, as much as I was loath to say it, all the others, too." They kissed again, happy in the resolution.

* * *

For her part, Joan hoped that Jill and Robert would choose to stay. She sent Jill a message via Joan's personal maid, Rachel, asking her to come to her rooms. Jill wondered what was going to happen at this meeting. She dressed well: a lovely white blouse and smart navy skirt with sheer hose and pumps plus a gold stickpin.

Joan was also well-dressed. She accentuated her petite frame with a sleeveless light blue blouse and matched plaid, midi-length skirt with smart oxblood loafers. She asked Jill if she'd like a drink and Jill said she would. Joan called Rachel in and told her to bring back two gin-and-tonics.

"I was wondering if you had made up your mind yet," Joan began, getting right to the point.

Jill feigned ignorance of what Joan was referring to.

"All right, Jill," Joan responded coolly. "You've had the house in a frenzy about whether you were planning to leave. I think I should be made privy to your decision assuming you've made it."

Jill grinned a conspiratorial smile. "I was truly torn, Joan," she answered.

"And are you still?" came Joan's response.

"No," Jill proffered.

"Do you not want to let me know? I do feel that of everyone here, I ought to be the one to be informed in terms of managing things here," Joan said crisply.

"We're going to stay," Jill said calmly. "Just because I've never wanted your job here, Joan, doesn't mean I have to agree with everything that goes down in the house."

"No one has ever suggested that you had to agree but only that you had to abide by the rules set for all of us," Joan snapped.

"Except for you, dear Joan," Jill rejoined. "You can do what you like."

"If you think that, you assume I would stand in the way of all of you if you all agreed to something that I wouldn't join in," Joan said deliberately.

"I suspect you would find a way to split us apart then," Jill said.

"You truly must despise me then, Jilly," Joan answered in a wounded tone.

"No, Joan," Jill answered. "I just like you enjoy your prerogatives of control here."

"I do feel bad, Jill, that I've been responsible for your feeling unhappy," Joan said quietly with feeling, "and I'd like to make it up to you. I hope you'll let me know what we can do in terms of different or more space for you and Robert."

Then she stopped speaking and when she resumed, in a much calmer tone, Joan said, "Jill, if it would make you feel warmer toward me or better about your decision--which I'm really happy you've made to stay--I'd offer to have you discipline me right now however you choose because I'm feeling that I've caused you pain."

Jill quickly answered, "Joan, it's true that there's been a coolness between us and I'm responsible for that as well as you, but actually, when I think about it, I would be put in a better frame of mind if you allowed me to discipline you."

"Very well," Joan replied, "no time like now. Tell me how you want me."

"Please remove your skirt and blouse, Joanie," Jill said in a quiet tone of authority.

Joan proceeded to unzip her stylish skirt and take it off, disclosing her lovely pale purple briefs, followed by unbuttoning and slipping off her blouse, and then unhooking her matching pale mauve bra, releasing her pleasantly-sized 36C breasts.

"Stand in front of me," Jill ordered, sitting in a straight chair which she remembered Joan had used to spank her and the others. Joan promptly stood there, clad only in her panties.

Jill reached out and slowly pulled Joan's panties down just a bit below her bottom, allowing Jill a view between Joan's legs, which included her protruding labia and pubes.

She patted her lap and Joan accordingly laid herself across Jill's skirted legs. As soon as she did so, and Jill clamped her hand around Joan's small waist, Jill began spanking, quickly increasing the strength of her spanks, and letting out what must have been reserves of resentment against her youngest sister.

Joan felt the spanks even if she couldn't see how red her bottom cheeks were becoming and she also knew that she was becoming quite wet between her legs. Her immediate humiliation arrived by surprise when she felt Jill's insinuating finger move subtly through her furrow from her anal crack until it pressed excitingly into Joan's sopping vaginal opening.

Joan was perched on the edge of exploding deep inside her core. She found her midsection and bottom moving in rhythm despite her meagre efforts to control that movement. Jill then resumed spanking her hard and the usually imperturbable Joan began to sob from the sheer pain visited upon her bottom, more than the palpitations inside her pussy could counter.

This unexpected reaction made Jill feel unhappy. As satisfying as it may have been to have reduced the young woman she perceived as her tormentor to tears, she did want to continue living in the home Joan would remain the ruler. She stopped spanking.

Deciding to skip the hairbrush interlude, Jill quietly directed Joan to stand and then bend across the small table in her receiving room. The view of Joan's red bottom bent across the stylish table--featuring several inlaid patterns--awakened Jill's awareness of what a privilege she had been afforded. She picked up her own slender, highly flexible rattan cane and swished it.

Joan recognized the inimitable sound and drew in her breath as she felt Jill lightly lay the cane on her bottom. Jill gave her three quick strokes, starting at the middle and moving downward in parallel strokes across Joan's petite red bottom. Then she delivered crisscrossed diagonal strokes forming the classic "gating" pattern and finished with a powerful swipe right across the middle, slightly above the first stroke that almost shocked Joan into a scream.

"My dear," Jill announced, "that concludes your discipline. May I extend to you my sincerest compliments on how well you received it."

Joan was not in a particularly receptive mood to hear much of anything, including compliments. She thanked Jill more or less routinely for disciplining her and asked if she might recover her clothing. Jill instantly apologized for not immediately announcing that she should get dressed and said she hoped that this cleared the air between them.

She awaited Joan's dextrous and careful re-dressing, beginning with slowly and carefully pulling up her panties, putting them on, and hooking the clasps of her bra. Then she put her arms through the sleeves of her blouse and stepped into her skirt, zipping it up and buttoning it. Finally, she rolled on her hose, buttoned her blouse, and tucked it into her skirt, buckling her wide dark brownish purple belt and stepped back into her pumps.

Jill moved toward her and drew her into her rms so they might embrace. They kissed deeply and hugged one another.

"This could be the renewal of a beautiful friendship," Jill exclaimed. Joan smiled and said she was so happy they were back on good terms, even if she would be physically sore for a while.

Jill marveled to herself that she had brought the imperious Joan to tears. It bodes well, she thought, for the residing here now she and Robert would begin as married people. She thanked Jill for her hospitality and then departed for her own rooms in the house, determined to be in bed with her fiancé as rapidly as she could work it.

For her part, Joan now could focus on preparing for her own marriage to Steve. She had worried about the future of their communal house were Jill to proceed with any plan to move out. Yet Joan did not want to give up her prerogatives as the heir to her mother's authority in governing the house.