[This story involves bodily functions so if that offends you, don't proceed further. All characters are 18 or over.]

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This had been one of my best situations during my time as a governess. The two Grant girls were just challenging enough to keep me on my toes. But I hadn't needed to discipline either of them at all frequently for ages. And I realized that since Joyce, the younger one, was now 18, it was probably time for me to start looking for my next position.

I would soon hit 30 myself and although I had enjoyed being a governess, both for the good pay and appreciation that I invariably elicited from parents freed from many of their child-raising duties. My life had been so complete that I did not even think about what I did as coming under the rubric of domestic service.

I had made some friends who had obtained similar positions with families. We had created a very informal network that among ourselves we called "More Than A Nanny", which conveyed the real status of our positions, that we were responsible for educating (beyond school) and disciplining our charges.

So, I began sending out gentle requests to long-time colleagues inquiring whether they had heard about any open or soon-to-be-open posts that they themselves would not seek because they were satisfied where they were.

A few leads came back to me and I was just beginning to follow them up, knowing that most of the time, the mother (who usually was the parent in charge of hiring a governess) would want me to start as soon as possible.

Later that day, however, my employer, Julie Grant, a charming woman who was likely in her mid-40s, asked me to join her in the all-purpose room the family used mainly for relaxation. Julie was well-dressed as always, in striking separates: a crisp white top and a handsome navy skirt, with her gorgeous burgundy pumps and sheer hose. A natural blonde, she wore nice clothes well.

I felt I was decently attired myself, with a forest green blouse and nice tweed skirt which served to set off my flaming red hair. Mrs. Grant never seemed to be interested in putting me down as a governess, which some women would try to do, so there was really no feeling of competition between us.

"Susan," she began, "when Joyce leaves for school next week, I'm sure you appreciate that I would have a difficult time asking you to stay on. However, I do have a proposition for you that I hope you will consider."

When she paused, I saw that this was no normal offer of some kind of make-work to keep me around the house doing odd chores. I did wonder just what this apparently well-adjusted woman had in mind but remained silent, merely nodding my head in assent.

"Susan," she went on, "you have been a tremendous help in my raising the girls. Because of your work, I feel they are maturing in the best way and have a good sense of what they are about and where they should be heading in life. If I didn't think you would be looking for another governess position, I would not raise the proposition I now am suggesting."

I waited, unsure of where this was headed.

"You probably are aware that my husband is away a great deal of the time," she began. "This is definitely a burden for me, but your role here has diminished so much of my feelings of inadequacy in handling the household and the girls. He will continue to be away and I'm afraid I may just lose it being on my own so much.

"I'm not the most focused person," she said in a confessional sort of tone, "and I really will need some direction. Please don't think less of me for making this request because I feel it is indicative of my inner strength rather than weakness in tackling what looks to be a real challenge for me.

"You have shown excellent discretion in exercising the extensive authority I gave you over the girls," she stated. "While I know that they deserved the spankings you gave them when they were younger, I admired how you eased off as they grew up and you allowed them to grow more independent."

I realized she was having a hard time getting to her point, so I merely smiled appreciatively.

"Susan," she now said in a more forceful voice, "I will come right to the crux of it: I want you to be my governess. I want you to take charge of me and guide me as I try to put my life together now. I feel like I'm without direction, even though I have many social involvements and responsibilities with several groups."

Awaiting further description of what she had in mind for me, I listened attentively.

"I want you to take charge of me in terms of discipline," she said, and I could tell this was difficult for her to express. "I need a strict, younger woman to put me through my paces. Yes, I must admit that I crave the idea of being submissive to a governess who naturally exercises authority as you do.

"I'm hoping this is something that might appeal to you," she added, "because as a governess, you clearly have a temperament that is not averse to awarding and imposing punishment. I want you to put me in my place, but with a strict yet sympathetic attitude. You are really doing this for my own good."

I hesitated to interrupt her confessional request, but I did ask, "Maybe you should describe a little of what you have in mind, being specific."

"Yes," she replied, "that makes sense. Whatever you decide I deserve, I will not protest. I trust your judgment. But be assured that I do want to be embarrassed and even humiliated. You may decide to discipline me however you wish, and I know you will determine appropriate limits. For example, I would not like to be permanently marked.

"But you will be in control of my toilet use," she said, as her face showed a deep blush at that statement. "You will decide when and what I consume and how I dress. If you feel I need to be shamed, you may decide to make me wear clothing more suited to a teenager. And yes, I will get a sexual charge out of this and in one difference between a normal governess role and this one, you may demand sexual services from me, of almost any kind."

She looked at me now for a response.

"I must say, Julie—I assume I may call you that," I responded.

She nodded and said, "Yes, please call me that or whatever you wish...Miss."

I nodded in return. "This does sound attractive to me," I went on. "Are you ready for me to see how this will work? We might as well see right now if it makes sense for both of us."

She smiled at me and answered softly, "Yes, Miss. I think that is the right way to proceed."

"Very well, then," I said, adopting a slightly firmer tone. "We should begin with an inspection, Julie. Stand up and unzip your skirt, slip it off, and fold it and put it on that chair."

She looked surprised at my sudden exercise of command but unzipped her stylish navy skirt and slipped it down and off, placing it folded on the chair. She was standing in front of me in her top and pastel blue hicut panties.

"Now reach down and pull your panties down for inspection," I said in a quiet, assured way.

She did as directed and I bent down to examine the crotch of her panties. There clearly were some stains from discharge and pee, as well as a thin brown line toward the rear.

"Your panties are disgraceful, Julie," I said, "you have stains of several kinds. Take them off right now."

She again complied and now was standing, hands at her side with her neatly trimmed dark bush on full display. I could see the very top of her slit down beneath her mons.

"As you know, I haven't had to spank the girls for ages for this kind of thing," I said, "but you have earned a good spanking for your stained panties."

I now told Julie to unbutton and remove her top as well as her bra. She proceeded to take off the blouse and then she reached back and unhooked her pale blue bra and put both on the chair. I realized when her nicely-rounded breasts appeared, that Julie was more than well-preserved for her age.

Then I sat down on a firm armless chair and beckoned her with my finger to get across my tweed-skirted lap.

She assumed this humiliating position, which she was clearly not accustomed to, as I began to pat her bare bottom. I ran my fingers across it and let them find their way down into her rear divide so that they were insinuating themselves into her little crinkled anal rosette. One finger pushed into her anus and then quickly was withdrawn.

I purposely did not finger her in front, leaving her clit and vagina untouched for now. But it was obvious that she was excited and becoming wet down there.

Now I began to spank her and tell her that she would stand for panty inspection every day until her panties were spotless. Then, I added, she would occasionally be required to submit to the embarrassing process without advance notice.

Her bottom grew rosy and then redder as I spanked, increasing the strength of the spanks as the spanking continued.

She exercised good control but then did begin to plead that it really hurt, and would I please stop.

After a while I did stop, and I told her that I would indeed give her a safe word but that if she used it, we would probably have to end this arrangement.

She thanked me and was allowed to stand up. I told her then that I would call her Deedee when she was being disciplined and that she could call me Miss Susan.

We then discussed how she would dress. I told her that in recognizing her new status, she would be expected to dress as a younger person. This meant I wanted her to wear short skirts, socks, and sleeveless blouses.

"You will usually be wearing control panties," I added, "Spanx or something similar. As these now are designed with a slit in the crotch, I will supervise you in the bathroom while you become accustomed to using the slit when you relieve yourself without taking down the panties."

She looked confused to hear how this change would disrupt her bathroom habits of a lifetime. Then I said that when I thought she had been naughty, I would have her wear red panties. These, I added, "would be visible when she was also wearing a special short skirt as punishment."

I could see that all of this was starting to build up in her, so I slowed down to let her adjust to her new status, especially since it was what she had asked me to impose.

Julie then smiled and asked, in a small voice, "Miss Susan, if I'm a good girl, would you maybe let me pleasure you? I would do it exactly as you would tell me, of course."

I smiled back and answered, "Of course, Deedee, if you have behaved as I expect you will, then I would enjoy that very much. But for now, I want you to concentrate on showing me spotlessly clean panties every day. Then you can begin using the control panties and the slit for your toilet needs. That will take some getting used to."

I went on to tell Julie that I wanted her to focus on her behavior so that whenever I felt she had not behaved properly, I would award her a naughty mark. "We will then settle naughty marks every so often, probably weekly, with the cane," I added.

"Would I possibly be punished with other people present...or in public?" she asked plaintively.

"It's not so easy to spank anyone in public anymore," I responded, "but if I feel you have been really out of control, it could happen. And I will go over with you which friends of yours could be permitted, or invited, to witness your disciplining. You are new to this, so I will try to be patient, but if you lose your temper or act up in front of others, I may tell you that you are getting a red mark."

Julie looked frightened and asked me what that meant.

"It means that I will punish you as soon as it is possible, maybe even right then and there," I answered.

Julie seemed to find all of this quite reasonable, which did surprise me, because it certainly was a kind of regimen that I doubt she had ever experienced.

I didn't want anything to come as a complete surprise, so I added that I usually required my charges to do some corner time after a spanking. "That means that you will stand for the prescribed time with your panties down and skirt up in the corner with your face deeply in the corner," I explained. "And I will sometimes order you to report to your 'naughty spot,' before your spanking," I added, telling her that we would identify a place in the living room where she would stand with her panties down and skirt up, waiting to be punished.

Later that day, we spent some time in Julie's bedroom going through some of her clothes that I wanted her to keep accessible for wear as needed. Going through the closets, we found some panties that Joyce and her sister Lesley had worn when they were much younger. I told Julie that she might be told to wear these tight, little girl panties as punishment. In addition, there were some training bras that the girls had worn which were put aside for use.

Julie already had a few pairs of Spanx control panties. I had her try them on and they were nicely snug and performed as they were expected to. I noted that each had the slit in the crotch that could be used for urination and defecation. Julie seemed very upset by this as she said she was very nervous about soiling these control panties when she would have to use the slit for her bodily functions.

I found some short skirts that Julie had in her closet which could be shortened further so they would serve as punishment wear and would be short enough so that her panties would show when she wore them.

We were surprised when Joyce appeared back at the house late in the afternoon, accompanied by the elder daughter, Lesley. I nodded to Julie and explained that I was staying on, but this time would be Julie's governess.

Lesley was surprised and asked me why her mother needed a governess.

Julie answered, "Lesley, dear, I've found I need someone to take charge of me when Joyce and you are both gone. I'm so pleased that Miss Susan has been willing to fill this role."

"Is she doing to discipline you like when we were growing up?" Lesley asked.

This time, I answered and said, "Lesley, you and Joyce matured very nicely and are young women both your mother and I can be proud of. Your mother feels she would like to have someone in control. So, the answer is that yes, she will be disciplined if it proves to be necessary."

"Wow," Lesley exclaimed. "Mom, I didn't know you had this side to you."

Julie looked like she was about to lose it, so I decided to try to forestall her losing self-control so soon.

"Julie," I said coolly, "it will take some time for your daughters to appreciate that you have needs that you have decided to address in this way. Please don't get upset when this comes up among your closest family."

But Julie was upset, and she said, with some tears, "I'm sorry, Susan, I realize that I have a lot to learn about how I need to behave. Please don't punish me yet in front of them."

I knew that she actually craved to be humiliated in front of Joyce and Lesley.

"Julie, in order for you to accept your new situation, I will have to discipline you now in front of Lesley and Joyce, so that you appreciate what this means," I said calmly.

"Well, if you think so," Julie said resignedly, "I will do whatever you say."

I could see the feelings of amazement on both girls' faces.

"Julie," I said in a firmer voice, "lift your skirt and lower your panties. Then come over here where I will be sitting and get across my lap."

Julie barely kept from breaking into tears again but did what she was told, and the girls were awed to see their mother slowly slip her white cotton panties down and expose her rather full dark bush. Then she did move over and lay across my lap.

I began to spank her lightly on alternate cheeks, since she had just been spanked a little while earlier. She began to cry and whimper when I increased the tempo and strength of the spanks.

When I thought I had given her enough for now, I stopped and moved my finger between her red bottom cheeks. Lesley grinned when I inserted my finger in Julie's anus.

"Did you get wet from this, Julie?" I asked.

She murmured that she wasn't sure but possibly yes.

Then I asked Lesley if she would like to run her finger between her mother's legs to see if being spanked had aroused her.

Lesley smiled some more, and Julie looked very upset as the older daughter slipped her finger down between her mother's cheeks and ran her finger down between her legs along the hairy furrow.

Lesley clearly had some dominant tendencies because she said out loud, "Her pussy is definitely wet."

Now Julie's face was as red as her bottom. But her embarrassment was not over yet.

Lesley asked me point blank, "Do you plan to inspect her panties the way you did with us when we were younger, Susan?"

"I already have, Lesley," I responded with a smile as wide as Lesley's. We clearly understood each other.

"And with what result?" she continued.

"Your mother needs some work on wiping, Lesley," I said as I felt Julie cringe. "There were pee and period stains in her panties, as well as a slight brown streak."

"Oh, how naughty of her, Susan," Leslie exclaimed in mock horror.

"She was indeed disciplined for this failure, Lesley," I explained, "and she will be learning how to use the slit in her control panties for excretion," I added, knowing that Julie would be further embarrassed.

"This is quite a development," Lesley commented. "You know, Susan, that Joyce and I do appreciate all that you did for us. I'm delighted that Mom has agreed to take advantage of the training you are offering her. Mom, Susan is really the best and I urge you to try not to be naughty, so she won't need to spank you or cane you too much."

Julie was wishing that this conversation would end but she then felt an impelling need.

"Susan," she said quietly, "I'm afraid I need to use the bathroom."

"This will be a good chance to show you how to use the control panties," I said, and I invited Lesley and Joyce to join us in Julie's commodious master bathroom.

When we got there, I had Julie take off her skirt and her panties. I handed her a pair of the Spanx control panties and she managed to pull them up until they were snug and had flattened her midriff very effectively.

As she stood by the toilet, I reached under her and held the slit open. It appeared to be right under her urethral opening and with a bit of adjustment, I set it, so it would be under that as well as her anus.

"Do you need to do #1 or #2, Julie?" I asked, much as a mother might ask a child.

"Both," murmured Julie.

I had her sit on the toilet and reach down to hold the slit apart.

"You may go ahead and pee, Julie, and then when you are finished you should move the slit back a bit, so you can do #2," I said, referring to her most personal functions.

We then heard a loud stream emerge from her front and she seemed to be peeing through the slit quite efficiently.

"Very good, Julie," I said. "Now, are you ready to make your doody?" I asked, purposely using the childish word for a bowel movement.

"Yes, I am," she said in a sad voice, totally ashamed that we were all observing these private matters.

She let out some bowel sounds with which we are all familiar except that we usually don't hear them when made by others. Then I watched through her legs as she slightly pushed out a long piece of excrement from her anus. It apparently went right into the toilet bowl and did not touch the edges of the panty slit.

"That is very good, Julie," I said, "you appear to have already learned how to use the toilet this way without soiling the panties."

"Oh, wait," she said, "there's more coming." Then she tried to hold the slit open again but had trouble finding the sides and a place to hold them, so the poo came down and hit the panty crotch and coiled in the crotch.

"Oh, Susan," she cried, "I was doing so well and now I've pooped in my panties. I feel so totally ashamed."
"Don't feel bad, Julie," I responded with concern. "It will take a while before you always manage to make sure the doody goes out the slit."

"Are you going to punish me?" she asked, seeming about to burst into tears.

"No," I said, "this is a learning experience." I proceeded to pull down the control panties and carefully wipe the soft shit out of her crotch. Then I took a clean cloth and wiped her vulva clean and cleaned her up in her anal area, too. Julie was an attractive woman and now her nether parts looked sparkling.

"You are a pretty woman, Julie," I told her, "and I want to make you understand that when you begin behaving like a competent woman, too, I will have succeeded as I think I have with Lesley and Joyce."