Friday, December 2, 2016

Story: Neighborly Advice

A reader of this blog sent me this story from his vault, that I thought I'd share with you. It is not strictly a lady-to-maid story, but comes very close to the type of story we all love. It's quite long and I wanted to post it in parts, but the maid part of it is closer to the end so I decided to just post it in full. Enjoy!

Neighborly Advice 


by Alvin772 (repost22@yahoo.com)

LAURA PETRIE

The evening began innocently enough when Laura and Rob had accepted a dinner invitation from their neighbors and friends, Millie and Jerry Helper. They dined at one of the local restaurants which had a reputation for its outstanding food and atmosphere. The dinner had been preceded by cocktails and then accompanied by a fine wine. The food, the atmosphere and the company should been enjoyed by all. Laura, however, was in a particularly bad mood. Nothing seemed good enough for her and her participation in the conversation was sporadic and curt, at best.

Rob was surprised to be invited to the Helper's home for after dinner drinks and further conversation after Laura's behavior. The dinner conversation had covered a wide range of subjects and the evening should have been stimulating. Neither of the Helper's were inhibited in their comments, particularly in matters related to controversial matters. Laura, for her part, acted as if she was harboring a grudge.

Coffee and brandy were served in the Helper's large and neatly decorated living room. Millie obviously took great pride in her home. The conversation had drifted to the topic of a wife's responsibilities to her husband, particularly as they related to household responsibilities. Jerry volunteered that early in their marriage, Millie had often not fulfilled her responsibilities. He went on to indicate that the problem had been solved a number of years ago when Millie had undergone a series of disciplinary training sessions aimed at correcting certain deficiencies in her behavior patterns. Millie commented further that the sessions had been most helpful in helping her put things in perspective. She was sure that most young wives would benefit from such an experience.

Rob Petrie found the conversation interesting and pursued the Helper's with further questions. Laura, however, fidgeted uncomfortably. She knew that Rob's interest in the subject was, no doubt, catalyzed by the fact that she had done a very poor job as of late of maintaining their household. She and Rob had, in fact, had several major arguments over her repeated failure to perform her housekeeping chores. She found shopping or having lunch with her friends much more enjoyable than picking up the house or doing the laundry.

Laura's thoughts were interrupted by Millie's question to Rob. "Has Laura ever been in need of a little discipline?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"Probably more that you could imagine." Rob blurted out and then sheepishly returned Millie's smile. "Maybe if she had been disciplined, I'd spend less energy getting upset when the house isn't cleaned properly. Right, Laura honey!" he finished.

Suddenly Laura felt somewhat defensive. "Well, I don't do so badly," she started. Realizing what she was saying, she stopped and then continued, "I guess I don't always live up to Rob's expectations. It seems something always comes along that gets in the way of housework." Then she added hastily, "But, I certainly don't understand what discipline has to do with housework." She was slightly nervous about Rob's obvious interest in the Helper's train of conversation.

"Let me guess," Jerry asked. "You really don't mind doing your work. Its just that other things come along that get put higher on the priority list. You feel an obligation to your friends when they call. This obligation outweighs your responsibilities. You haven't disciplined yourself to know when to decline or postpone social invitations or shopping impulses when your household chores remain to be completed."

"Yes, I suppose there's some truth in what you say. But, I don't see how discipline training would help, "Laura commented.

"Well, honey," Rob began. "I think what they are saying is that it works two ways. First, you are trained to understand and accept discipline as a consequence of wrongdoing, or not doing, as the case may be. Then, when you don't perform your duties as expected, you are disciplined as necessary."

"That's basically it in a nutshell," Millie added. "The training reinforces in you the desire to do as expected - so you don't get the discipline. Although, I have to admit a little discipline can be quite stimulating at times." Millie blushed and smiled coyly with this last remark.

Jerry quickly poured another round of brandy, and, sensing the time was right addressed Rob directly, "Rob, Millie and I are obviously believers in a discipline program when warranted. I sense that Laura could benefit from such training. Millie and I have helped several couples get introduced to a discipline routine for the wife. Would you like us to put Laura through a discipline session for, say, the next hour or so?"

Rob's mental answer was yes. However, he proceeded cautiously. "What do you think, Laura? I think its something that we should try. Are you willing to try it?"

Before Laura could reply, Millie urged her in a friendly way, "Oh, come on, Laura. Your behavior tonight was, frankly, inappropriate. It is obvious that you are bothered by your inability to meet Rob's expectations. I just know you will find the experience to be most helpful and enlightening"

Jerry again added his endorsement of the discipline training experience. Laura felt like she was being ganged up on. Before she could say anything, Rob told her in a more direct manner that he would really like for her to try it. Her behavior had been uncalled for.

Still unsure, Laura asked the Helpers to describe exactly what a discipline session entailed. Millie moved closer to Laura and explained, "Jerry will be the session director. I will be his assistant. Rob, of course, will be an observer once your initiation has been completed."

"Initiation?" Laura questioned.

"Oh, it's just a term meaning that you need to have the ground rules explained to you. It is easier to do so if you are alone with the session director since you are less likely to be distracted."

"I see," said Laura. She looked at Rob once more. His lips silently mouthed the word "yes."

Laura took a deep breath, swallowed her remaining brandy and said, "Well, alright. I guess maybe it would be interesting to experience a discipline session. Especially since Rob seems to feel its a good idea. How do we get started?" she asked quietly.

Jerry tried to contain his excitement as he explained the basics of a discipline session to the still somewhat apprehensive Laura Petrie. A discipline session had several components he outlined. First, the young woman was required to attain a state of dress which she would understand to be her discipline outfit. Often special outfits were used. Jerry indicated that he simply preferred to require a woman to reduce herself to her lingerie. Not offering any alternatives, he simply said that Laura could remove her dress. Being disciplined in her lingerie would be her equivalent of a punishment outfit. The remainder of the session would consist of an assessment the severity of her misdeeds and then the application of disciplinary actions appropriate for the situation. In order to assist Laura in complying with whatever instructions he might decide were warranted, Jerry indicated that he would be as directive as necessary since this was her initial session.

Laura had not heard a word that Jerry had said after he mentioned that she would have to remove her dress. Although Rob did not yet know it, Laura had worn a lingerie outfit which was one of his favorites. It consisted of a skimpy black brassiere and panties set with a matching lacy black garter belt that held the gauzy taupe colored nylon stockings which encased her shapely legs. She was also wearing a matching black slip with lacy top and hem.

Looking first at Jerry and the at her husband, Rob, Laura spoke quickly, "Being disciplined is one thing. But I didn't agree to take my clothes off!"

Jerry spoke first, "You see, Laura, the thought of a slight change from your normal manner of dressing is an essential to setting the tone of the session. I'm afraid I must insist."

Laura looked to Rob who said simply, "Oh, come on Honey. You are wearing a full slip. You wear less at the beach. Besides we already agreed that you would go through with the session."

Laura fidgeted nervously on her chair and then said, "Yes, I suppose I did agree to participate in this. You aren't going to take any pictures of me are you?"

"Of course they aren't," Rob replied.

Laura assented by saying simply, "What do you want me to do?"

Jerry indicated that Laura should go with Millie to get prepared.

Millie directed Laura to accompany her to the powder room while Jerry prepared for the session. As Millie and Laura were going to the bathroom and touching up their hair and make-up, Jerry was briefing Rob on what would happen during the discipline session. Rob had become slightly drunk, given the amount of liquor which he had consumed during the evening. As Jerry explained the events which would unfold, Rob became flushed with excitement. The thought of his lovely wife being disciplined by a friend and neighbor excited him sexually. His voice thick with both liquor and lust, Rob urged Jerry to make sure that Laura received a good dose of discipline that she would remember for a few days. Her behavior this evening had been absolutely unwarranted.

Jerry thought to himself "If things go the way I hope they do, Laura Petrie will remember this a lot longer than three days."

At Jerry's direction, Rob left the living room, went down the hall, entered the den and closed the door. Jerry had assured him that he would be summoned once Laura's initiation was over.

Having finished fixing their make-up and hair, both Millie and Laura exited the bathroom. They both looked stunning. Laura was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress, nylons and black high-heeled pumps. Millie was wearing a silk blouse and brown skirt combination. She was wearing nylons, as well, and high-heeled pumps in an attractive shade of dark brown. Millie asked Laura to join her in the bedroom which was adjacent to the bathroom. Millie seated herself in the room's only chair. She motioned for Laura to stand facing her.

"I'm going to give you some instructions so you will know what to expect when we return. Jerry is the impatient sort, so I don't want you to get off too far on the wrong foot with him."

Laura fidgeted on her high heels. She felt a nervousness setting into the pit of her stomach. However, she listened intently as Millie spoke. She had committed to go through with the discipline session to please Rob, so she was not going to back out now. Laura listened intently as Millie briefly outlined her instructions and then accompanied her back to the living room where Jerry was waiting for them. Following the instructions which Millie had given her, Laura advanced slowly on her high heels to a position several feet in front of where Jerry Helper was comfortably seated.

"I am ready to accept your discipline," she said hoarsely, clearing her throat once.

"Very well, Laura, first you must always attain a proper state of dress when being disciplined as a signal of your understanding and admittance of the need. You may remove your dress!"

Jerry gazed intently at his beautiful young neighbor who stood before him and fidgeted nervously on her high heels. As she heard his spoken command, Laura gasped slightly. She had not expected such an immediate undressing. At first she did not respond. Then, raising her gaze to meet Jerry's, Laura could sense his impatience from the frown which grew across his face. As Laura stood motionless under Jerry's increasingly stern gaze, Millie moved forward and stood directly behind her. Laura once again turned her face downward to avoid direct eye contact with her increasingly impatient taskmaster.

"Look at him and do as he says," Millie whispered into Laura's ear. "Remember my instructions to you!"

Summoning up her resolution to go through with the discipline session to please her husband, Laura once again let her eyes meet Jerry's. Laura felt a sense of shame and humiliation at what she was about to experience. At the same time, Jerry's intense, commanding look also sent a flash of nervous excitement through her. Reaching behind her back she undid the clasp at the top of her black, tight fitting dress. She then grasped and lowered the back zipper. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as she pulled the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall down over her lacy black slip and nylon stockings. Daintily standing on first one of her black high-heeled pumps and the other, she stepped out of the dress.

Millie took the dress from the now lingerie clad young beauty and quietly moved to the opposite side of the room. As she did she once again spoke quietly to Laura, "Remember your instructions."

Laura's mind flashed Millie's previous instructions as well as continued embarrassment. She drew her legs together and dropped her arms to her sides in the position of attention.

"S-Sir," she stammered, "I have misbehaved at home. My behavior tonight was terrible. My husband wishes you to discipline me so that I might begin to correct my errant ways." As she spoke these words and suffered Jerry's heated gaze a mixture of humiliation and excitement once again coursed through the young, lingerie clad beauty.

"Very well," Jerry replied in a most judicial tone of voice. "We shall begin with a full confession of you misdeeds. I shall expect a reply in the most exacting level of detail. No facts should be left out. Your ability to reply accurately to my questions will influence the severity of the punishment which I shall prescribe. Do you understand?"

Laura nodded her head in assent. The mention of being punished sent her mind reeling with apprehension.

As he mentally prepared to question the his beautiful subject, Jerry's own excitement began to build. He had succeeded in getting Rob and Laura Petrie to admit certain disagreements over Laura's inability to maintain her home in a fashion agreeable to her husband. Furthermore, he had obtained the Rob's concurrence in putting his wife, Laura, through a discipline session. He reveled in his own ingenuity.

He looked at the lovely Laura Petrie. She stood before him dressed in a black nylon slip, taupe colored nylon stockings and black high-heeled pumps. The slip had a lacy top which afforded some view of the skimpy black brassiere which was confined beneath it. The hem of the slip was wide and also of transparent lacy nylon. It ended just below mid-thigh. Thus a long expanse of Laura's shapely legs in their nylon clad beauty was visible. Her high heels had thin tapering heels which Jerry judged must be fully four inches in height. The lovely woman's carefully combed brown hair set off her beautiful facial features. With her make-up just freshly applied she couldn't have looked lovelier. Her embarrassment had added a goodly touch of color to her cheeks as well. Only the narrow black straps of her slip and brassiere covered her otherwise bare shoulders. The slip clung tightly to her exquisite figure. Her large breasts, narrow waist and shapely hips were all in clear evidence.

"Clasp your hands behind your neck," he directed. "Stand up straight. Feet and legs together."

Resolutely, Laura did as she was told. She was slightly unsteady on her high heels with them positioned so closely together.

Clearing his throat, Jerry began to question Laura in the most judicial tone of voice. Laura was forced to stand at attention and answer each question in detail. When her answers were vague or unclear Jerry probed further. Laura quickly sensed that trying to hide facts would be a useless endeavor. Over the course of a full ten minutes she confessed fully her inability of perform her household chores satisfactorily. Sniffling at times, she admitted full fault for her unsatisfactory performance.

Jerry showed no mercy on his part. He continued to alternately question and then lecture the young woman in a stern tone of voice. He discussed how her behavior earlier in the evening had been entirely uncalled for. She had acted like a real bitch. It was not until Laura finally spoke words which indicated her capitulation that Jerry showed a brief smile.

"You are right," Laura said, "I have been naughty. I deserve to be punished." But then she added softly, "Please be lenient with me. I promise to do better. I know I can."

Jerry rose and slid a nearby footstool to a position a few feet in front of him and just in front of where Laura stood. "Sit on the footstool!" he directed.

Laura moved in front of the footstool and sat daintily down on it. As she did so, she dropped her arms to smooth the bottom hem of her slip over her nylon clad thighs in an effort to maintain some degree of modesty.

Jerry immediately reacted. "Laura," he said, looking here directly in the eyes, "Were you told to remove your hands from in back of your neck and lower your arms?"

"No," Laura replied in a low murmur.

"Then clasp your arms behind your neck as you were told."

Laura complied and she sat on the footstool with arms clasped behind her neck.

"Now we will start again," Jerry informed her. "Stand Up!"

Laura hesitated momentarily and then stood up on her high heels, teetering slightly as she did so. Remembering her previous instructions, she moved her feet together.

Jerry let Laura stand for several minutes for effect and then he commanded, "Laura, let's try again. Sit on the footstool. Leave your arms as they are."

Laura bent her knees and searched for the edge of the footstool with her rear. Clumsily she sat down on the front portion of the footstool. This action had the effect for which Jerry Helper was aiming. Laura's slip had ridden high on her thighs and she was seated with the exposed top bands of her nylon stockings clearly visible. As her legs were slightly parted, the crotch band of her black panties was also just visible to Jerry as he slid back in his chair to afford him the optimum view of the lovely Laura Petrie.

Laura felt helplessly alone as she sat before Jerry waiting for him to pronounce sentence on her. Embarrassed by the fact that she was clad only in her thin slip which had ridden high on her thighs to expose the full length of her nylon clad legs as well as an ample expanse of bare thigh, she was tempted to break down in sobs and beg him for mercy, but she was so choked up emotionally that she simply sat before him and wrung her hands behind her neck. She could feel the heat in her reddened face.

"There are several alternative forms of punishment that I could consider," Jerry explained matter-of-factly. "Some are quite severe, a bondage session for example. Others would be quite lenient. Say, for example, standing at attention in the corner for a period of time; perhaps with your slip having been removed. What you really need is something in-between, like a good sound spanking!"

Laura blinked and looked considerably dismayed and shocked at Jerry's surprising words.

"Isn't that correct, Laura?" Jerry pressed the matter. "What you really need is a good sound spanking, isn't it, Laura?"

Laura could feel her cheeks growing quite warm. "Well, yes, I guess so," she finally admitted between deep breaths, knowing that that was the answer he was expecting.

"Have you ever had a real spanking, Laura?" Jerry asked in a clinically detached tone of voice. "I mean a real spanking. Not just a few slaps over your clothes!"

"Well, no, not really," Laura admitted, swallowing noticeably. The conversation was beginning to make her quite apprehensive, and she was hoping that the telephone would ring or something would happen to change the subject.

"Mmmmmm," Jerry shook his head severely. "I'll have to speak to Rob about that. I should think that an occasional spanking might go a long way towards correcting your misbehavior."

Laura's mind was beginning to reel and she couldn't think straight. A spanking wouldn't be as bad as some of the other things that she guessed Jerry could dream up. Still, it would be unbearably humiliating to be spanked at her age!

Jerry moved to a straight back chair which sat directly next to the comfortable armchair in which he had been seated. He seated himself on it and patted one thigh in a business-like manner. "Come on, Laura! Over my lap!"

The attractive young wife gulped in dismay at the fate that apparently awaited her. "Oh, I couldn't! I couldn't lie over your lap! I'd feel silly!" she protested, the words spilling out and pouring over one another. "I just couldn't! I'm too old to be spanked! Oh, please, not over your lap, that would be too humiliating! Oh, please, some other way! I'm not a child, you know!"

Her desperate pleas and inventive reasons why she shouldn't be spanked continued to tumble out, making Jerry glow with anticipation. "Come on, Laura!" he finally said with a sense of impatience in his voice. "Stalling around will only make it worse." Gazing severely at the trembling, blushing lingerie clad beauty, he beckoned with one hand.

Laura was nearly breathless from talking so fast, and could almost hear her heart thumping with fearful anticipation. It seemed absolutely impossible that something this bizarre could happen to her. "Oh, please, it would be too humiliating! Just too humiliating!" she pleaded, bringing her hands to cover the lacy front of her slip for the first time.

"Please punish me in some other way. I have never been spanked. I'm too old ..."

"If I have to have Millie assist me, it will be even more humiliating for you!" Jerry sternly warned the now shaken woman. Although he was secretly stimulated by Laura Petrie' pleas to save her precious bottom, he was also running out of patience.

Laura took a deep breath and tried to gather up her resolve to get it over with. She was trying to think, but the shock of the totally unexpected and bizarre sentence which had been imposed had short-circuited her ability to think clearly. The amount of liquor which she had consumed earlier in the evening contributed as well. Her head was awhirl and her knees felt as if they might to out from under her at any moment.

"Come on, Laura! You simply have to get it over with!" Jerry told her with a tone of ultimate finality.

Feeling almost totally numb, Laura stumbled forward. Her face had become quite pale and her lips were quivering noticeably. Millie signaled Rob to remain completely silent lest he interrupt the proceedings. She could see by the bulge in his pants that he was totally turned on by the plight in which Laura found herself. Partially numbed by drink, he stood mesmerized by the sight he was watching. Millie moved close beside him and boldly stroked his bulge.

Laura wanted to resist, but seemed to be in a paralyzed state of almost complete shock, and instead squirmed around in an effort to communicate with her tormentor. "Please, I..."

"Hold still, Laura!" Jerry demanded, quickly twisting her right wrist into the small of her back to make it difficult for her to move. "If you don't behave, I'll have to tie you up so you have no choice!"

Laura felt horrified at the prospect of being tied up. At this point she was sure that Jerry was capable of anything. "Owww, please, it hurts!" Laura protested with a touch of submission in her voice.

The pressure on her arm left her with no choice but to hold still. She was suddenly aware of the fact that her short black slip had worked up to reveal quite a bit of nylon, but there was nothing she could do except blush. She suddenly remembered again that she was wearing nylon stockings and not pantyhose. Her cheeks reddened even more.

Jerry paused for a moment to contemplate what was ahead. There were few things more enjoyable than preparing a fully mature woman for discipline! The fact that this was Laura's initiation into the world of discipline made it all the more enjoyable. It would not be her last experience if all went according to the plan which formulated in his mind. His observant eyes quickly noted the plump fullness of Laura's slip-clad bottom and the shapely curves on her nylon-clad legs. Finally, he reached for the black lacy hem of her slip.

"EEEEEK!" Laura screamed with dismay and outright horror when she suddenly realized what he was doing. She hadn't thought that he would dare to do something like that to her! Her beautiful face instantly turned a flaming scarlet. The horrified woman instantly began to struggle but his firm grip on her wrist left her with little to do except kick her legs.

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Damn you!" she sputtered loudly in a rare use of a vulgarity.

Fully in control of the struggling woman, Jerry slowly drew her slip hem upward to reveal more and more sheer, taupe-shaded nylon stocking covering deliciously tapering thighs. It was quite a pleasant surprise, indeed, to discover that, instead of pantyhose, she was wearing regular stockings that ended in two darker bands at the top, one twice the width of the other. Lightly tanned flesh emerged from the tops of her tautly pulled stockings, which were held up by a lacy black garter belt. The stunningly provocative sight was more that enough to give the, until now stoic Jerry an instant erection! She was humiliated at having had her slip pulled up like it was. Jerry Helper was quite undeterred by Laura's horrified protests. He informed her matter-of-factly that struggling and cursing would earn her an extra dose of punishment. Working with deliberate slowness designed to maximize the pleasure of each revelation, he continued pulling up her black slip to reveal more and more delectable thigh flesh accented by the black garter straps. Finally, he caught his first glimpse of her matching black bikini panties! The tiny, sexy garment displayed her exquisitely contoured buttocks to total perfection. Despite his worldly sophistication, Jerry's heart skipped a couple of beats at the breathtaking sight that suddenly confronted him. He quickly flipped back her slip fully to her waist!

Laura's face was a deep scarlet color and the deeply mortified young woman desperately struggled to reach with her left hand and pull her slip down. With a sinking feeling she realized that she couldn't. She had never felt so totally undignified and helpless in her life. Momentarily resigning herself to her fate, she began to understand what discipline was all about!

"Nooooo!" Laura screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt masculine fingers pressing against her smooth back and expanding the elastic waistband of her panties. "Please, no, not that!" she begged. "Rob, Rob, please help me!"

Laura was filled with horror at the thought of having a near stranger gaze at her bare bottom. It was a shattering experience. The distraught woman desperately held her legs tightly together in a frantic effort to protect as much of her feminine dignity as possible. Her shame overcame her anger. Twisting around and catching a glimpse of her own bare bottom, which suddenly seemed so very big, Laura burst into hot, salty tears. Tears poured down her cheeks. "Please," she sobbed. "I can't take any more. I'll do whatever you say! I'll be good! I'll be a good girl!"

Laura's nylon-clad legs flashed wildly back and forth in a manner which left her feminine charms wantonly displayed. Even though Laura was crying too hard to speak distinctly, Jerry understood her. Laura lay passively across his lap, trying to control her emotions.

"Are you asking that I consider a different manner for your punishment," Jerry asked her.

"Please, don't spank me. I've learned my lesson," Laura sniffled. At this point she knew better than the try and resist. She tried to appeal to what she felt Jerry wanted to hear. "I know I deserve to be spanked. But, please, no. Please punish me in some other way."

Jerry talked as calmly as he could manage to the suddenly contrite young woman. He indicated that while he would not grant amnesty from punishment, he would grant her some relief since this was her initiation to discipline. He would commute her sentence to a form of punishment other than spanking, but Laura had to agree to follow his instructions exactly. He informed her that he would place her on probation and that she could serve out her discipline by attending several correctional sessions during which she would be required to perform menial household chores in a satisfactory manner.

Willing to agree to most anything to get out of being spanked further, Laura willingly agreed. Her sobs had subsided so that she could once again speak distinctly.

"While I work out the details of your probation with Rob and Millie I want you to stand in the corner facing the wall. Do you understand?" Jerry continued.

Laura was in no position to decline. "Yes," she said simply.

Jerry assisted Laura in regaining her feet. Momentarily she nearly lost her balance on her high heels. Retaining a grasp on her upper arm, Jerry marched Laura to the corner of the room and stood her facing the wall. Her face was only inches from the wall.

"Feet together!" Jerry commanded.

Laura complied.

"Raise your slip to your waist and hold it there," Jerry instructed again.

Laura momentarily turned to look at Jerry. His expression needed no explanation. In a sign of submission, the lovely lingerie clad woman reached down and grasped the hem of her black lacy slip. She raised it up to her waist where Jerry adjusted it to his satisfaction. Laura returned her face to the wall .

Jerry spoke a final instruction, "You will remain as you are, slip up and facing the wall, until I tell you otherwise."

Laura nodded in assent.

Laura made a truly stimulating sight. Standing with her black high heels held together, her shapely legs covered in taupe colored nylon stockings were fully visible from her shapely ankles to the tops of her thighs which protruded above the two darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Her garter belt with its lacy black top and dainty garter straps which held up her nylons was also completely visible beneath the slip which she carefully held up to her waist. Her face held closely to the wall, she was being forced to endure another form of juvenile discipline. Even so, as she stood momentarily alone in her thoughts, Laura felt slight tingle of sexual stimulation mingled with her feelings of anger, disgrace and humiliation. One other thought crossed her mind. If Rob was angry enough with her to allow her to be punished for her misdeeds, then she surely had better re-evaluate her behavior patterns.

Jerry summoned Rob and Millie into the room once more. They sat at the opposite end of the room from where Laura stood. She heard some brief laughter and her cheeks reddened once again. The group spoke in low tones and Laura could not make out what was being said. The three gazed intently at Laura as she stood in her punishment position in the corner with stocking covered legs and bare ass bottom fully displayed. Millie noted that both men had large bulges in the front of their pants.

After about fifteen minutes, Jerry gave some final directions to Millie and Rob. He then arose and walked over to where Laura stood. Millie sat on the couch and Rob sat in a chair across the room.

Jerry stood next to Laura and once again explained the nature of her position and the fact that she was being placed on probation. At his direction Laura was allowed to pull her panties once again up over her bottom. This done, she was allowed to turn to face into the room. She was still holding the lacy hem of her black slip up above the tops of her stockings and she blushed.

Jerry spoke to her once more. Laura's mouth fell open in disbelief and horror. "Please, Jerry. Not that. Isn't there some other way?" Laura pleaded. "Please don't put me under Millie's charge. Rob, please make him stop. Please!"

Jerry was stimulated rather that moved by Laura's desperate appeals. "Rob and I have a full understanding on the matter. You will be placed under Millie's charge in a probationary status until you are able to prove that you can live up to your responsibilities. Your dress and discipline status will be exactly the same as if I was administering the session. Millie is waiting for you to acknowledge her authority over you by going over to the couch, kneeling and then kissing the hem of her slip."

Laura looked at Jerry in total disbelief. She dropped the hem of her slip. Jerry grabbed her harshly by the arm and spoke in a voice that left no doubt about his seriousness, "Do as you are told or I will finish your spanking here and now. And lift up that slip until you are told otherwise!"

Laura capitulated. Her face a flaming crimson and her knees obviously weak under her, she walked slowly over to where Millie was seated. Clearly suffering an enormous amount of emotional strain, she nearly fell to her knees. She could not bring her eyes to meet Millie's and she turned uncertainly to Jerry as if asking what to do next.

It was Millie, however, who spoke, "Laura darling," she said. "You were instructed to kiss the hem of my slip. I suggest you comply if you know what's good for you!"

Laura met Millie's gaze for the first time. Millie motioned to her dress skirt which was several inches above her stocking covered knees. With nervous hands, Laura released the grip on her own slip and reached to raise the dress hem of the woman who was ten years her elder. As she did her hand grazed Millie's nylon covered thigh. A strange sense of embarrassed excitement coursed through Laura. Raising the hem of Millie's skirt, she exposed the lacy hem of her white slip. Slowly she bent forward on her knees and pressed a kiss as instructed. The touch of Millie's taught nylons on her cheek caused a new emotion through her. She was too confused at this point to try and sort out what she felt.

Millie instructed her to accompany her to the bathroom, where she was allowed to repair her make-up and then into the bedroom where she was allowed to regain her dress. Millie the issued her a firm set of instructions and informed her that Rob would be fully informed as well. With that, the two women returned to the living room. Good-byes were said as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary and Rob and Laura Petrie exited and walked to their home next door.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke of the evening's events as they walked. Then Laura asked in an almost sobbing tone of voice, "Rob, why did you let them do that to me? Have I made you that angry?"

Rob replied, "A little discipline is good for you. You do deserve it. You know you do. I've told you a hundred times to do a better job around the house. I expect you to cooperate fully with Millie while you are on probation. Besides, seeing you being disciplined turns me on. Do you understand?"

Laura understood that in Rob's present state of mind, she would receive little sympathy. She stood in silence. Her well spanked ass cheeks burned hotly beneath her skirt. Rob escorted his lovely, newly disciplined wife directly to their bedroom. Kissing her passionately, he began lowering the back zipper of her dress. Laura was momentarily angered, but did not resist. He continued to undress her, removing her slip, bra and panties. As she stood in her high heels, nylon stockings and garter belt, he let his hands roam wantonly over her sensuous body. He kneaded her breasts roughly, and the let his hands roam over her reddened ass cheeks.

Although the renewed pain hurt somewhat, it also excited Laura and she responded fully to his passionate kissing and fondling. Rob momentarily released is grasp on his lovely, naked wife and quickly removed his own clothes. His prick was rampantly hard. He pushed Laura on her back on top of their large bed. She had never seen him so excited. Rob joined her on the bed. Laura groaned and writhed from side to side as his hands ravished each of her breasts with eager touching. Mashing them, pulling them, poking them and gripping the nipple so tight and pulling each tit so far out that they were elongated beyond belief. She writhed in agony, but at the same time it was the most exciting thing that he had done to her yet.

She did not try and disguise the fact that she was well and truly ready for fucking. Laura writhed and squirmed in a fashion that her husband had not accomplished before. Her ass burned hotly against the bed coverings. Strangely, the pain added to her excitement. Rob smiled lewdly at her. He was panting now and his eyes were wide with excitement and anticipation. He spread her nylon clad legs widely apart. She exhaled deeply as the head of his turgid prick touched her cuntlips. She gripped the turgid shaft and directed it into her waiting cunt. She wanted to be possessed completely by the massive organ which was inside her body. Her thoughts went from the events of the evening to cock, only cock, the firm cock which was not being thrust in and out of her moist pussy. Rob returned his attentions to her breasts again even more ferociously than before. Laura's whole body reeled with sensual delight. As she lay with his hands ravishing her breasts and his prick pushing in and out of her cunt she was almost mad with a combination of pain and lust. Rob was fucking her with thudding thrusts that sent tremors to her very soul. He was grunting and breathing heavily as he thrust in and out of her.

Amid their sighs and groans he gasped to her, "My little wife needed her discipline, didn't she?" Not getting a verbal response, he asked a second time. "You needed discipline, didn't you?"

Laura gasped her response, "Yes, yes!" She wrapped her nylon encased legs tightly around his body as their fucking continued.

"If it makes you happy, I'll do whatever you want!"

She felt her "come" like a great tidal wave approaching and slowly engulfing her. She was lost and helpless and passionately enjoying it. All thoughts of right and wrong were completely forgotten. Then it was all happening. She was enjoying the sweet agony of her drown out "come" as their fierce fucking continued. She felt Rob's body stiffen and then he was thrusting madly, to and fro, at her heaving cunt. Thick sperm gushed into her hotly. Both Rob and Laura let out a moan of pleasure of the highest order and collapsed into each other's arms. Laura kicked off her high-heeled pumps which had remained on her stocking covered feet during the fevered love-making. As they drifted off to sleep, they both felt thoroughly fulfilled.


- Part 2

Laura spent the next several days in a state of nervous confusion. While she knew quite clearly how Rob felt about her being disciplined, she was not sure how she felt about it. Her feelings ranged from anger and fear to excitement and anticipation. Her discipline sessions with Millie Helper had been scheduled on Wednesdays covering a six week period.

She briefly considered resisting the situation, but thought better of it, and tried to apply her efforts to correcting her household deficiencies. Unable to concentrate fully, her efforts were at best semi-effective. Rob, for his part, seemed to be in a permanent state of rut. Each night he engaged Laura in fevered love making. This fact was not lost on Laura. Sensing little choice in the matter anyway, she resolved to participate in her discipline program.

She could not explain the strange thrill which she had experienced when forced to kneel before the newly haughty Mildred Helper, her neighbor and former friend. Still she felt degraded. More than once Rob had referred to her probationary status. The redness which had lasted on her bottom cheeks for several days after her punishment was ample enough evidence.

Laura and Rob Petrie approached the Helpers' large home which was located next to their own in an area of similarly large and attractive homes. Ascending the brief flight of stairs, Rob rang the bell. Laura stood next to him.

Rob looked at Laura and spoke softly but firmly, "I expect you to do as you are told. I will get a full report on your behavior. I have given Millie Helper full authority to do as she sees fit. Do you understand, Laura?"

Laura nodded her understanding. They did not look at each other further as they waited. Each fidgeted slightly with nervous anticipation.

In a brief moment the door was opened by a well dressed and confidently stern looking woman in her late thirties. "You're right on time," she said in a factual tone of voice.

"Please come in." Millie Helper motioned the couple into the spacious foyer.

Without wasting time, Millie spoke again, "Rob, you have agreed that Laura has been placed in a probationary status and will participate in a disciplinary training program. After Laura has convinced us that she will be cooperative, you may leave."

"Laura, you have agreed participate in a probationary program of discipline in exchange for not being more completely punished by Dr. Helper during your initiation session. From this point forward you are to consider yourself under my direction. The first rule you are to follow is to speak only when asked. The second is to do exactly as you are told. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Millie," Laura replied, her voice somewhat hoarse with anxiety.

"Yes, Mrs Helper," Millie corrected her. "Or as appropriate, Yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, Mrs Helper," Laura repeated.

Millie motioned the couple into a small room which was located just off the foyer. Entering the room behind the attentive couple, Millie closed the door and turned to face Rob and Laura. It was clear from her posture and confident look that she was in charge of the situation.

"Laura," Millie intoned, "you will accept my authority in order for your correctional discipline to take place. As I previously indicated, do as you are told and speak only when directed. If you obey these simple instructions you will have little trouble during your duties here. Is that clear enough for you?"

Laura nodded that she understood full well. "Yes, Ma'am," she added hesitantly.

"Very well," Millie intoned, "let's continue."

She instructed Laura to set her purse on a small table which stood to one side of the room. Millie continued her instructions, glancing at her attractive young neighbor who was wearing a navy blue form fitting knit dress, navy colored high-heeled pumps and an attractive brown shade of nylon stockings.

"Turn around, Laura!" Millie instructed.

Laura complied and was shocked to realize that Millie was lowering the back zipper of her dress.

"Remove it!" she ordered. "As you were instructed, under my direction your discipline outfit will be exactly as if you were under Dr. Helper's direction. You will be required to remain attired only in whatever lingerie you chance to be wearing until the session has ended."

Shocked, but remembering Rob's instructions and knowing that she had come too far to think that she could back out now, Laura moved forward slightly, lowered the knit dress and stepped out of it. Doing so revealed her shapely figure clad in lacy white brassiere, matching and short half-slip with wide lacy hem and side panels, nylon stockings and the navy pumps which were a full four inches in heel height.

Millie took the dress from Laura's grasp, folded it neatly and handed it to Rob. "You may take this with you," she told him. "For the next several hours Laura's disciplinary status will require her to remain attired as she is now."

Laura felt humiliated at being semi-undressed, in her neighbor's house, standing in front of a woman whom she had regarded as a friend and confidant only a short time ago. The fact that her husband was fully condoning the situation made her even that much more uncomfortable. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and Laura crossed her arms over her exposed bra cups which were lacy and quite transparent, thus allowing the darker hue of her nipples to stand out quite plainly.

"Stand up straight, Laura!" Millie Helper corrected her. "Arms at your sides!"

Hesitatingly, Laura complied. Rob felt a stirring in his groin as he gazed at his lingerie clad wife being ordered about with such authority.

"Laura, you will stay as you are!" Millie instructed.

"Rob, please accompany me to the foyer. I'd like to have a brief word with you before you leave."

Before either of them could comply, she went on, "Laura, I would like you to remove your high-heels and hand them to me."

With a somewhat puzzled look on her face, Laura mechanically complied, raising first one nylon clad leg and then the other to remove her pumps. Standing now in only her nylon stockings she handed Millie her shoes. Millie then ordered Laura to stand up on her tiptoes. Rob watched in fascinated excitement as his lingerie clad wife arched her feet and balanced on her stocking covered tiptoes.

Rob moved toward the door but stopped abruptly and turned to watch as he heard Millie command, "Laura, you are not to let your heels touch the floor until I return. This simple exercise will serve as a means to put you in the correct frame of mind for this afternoon's activities. Do you understand?"

Rob watched as his beautiful, lingerie clad, wife who was standing on her stocking covered tiptoes, nodded her head in assent. Rob and Millie moved to the door. Laura was facing away from them towards the wall. She did not look back and was unaware of her husband's piercing gaze. As she teetered on her tiptoes, her short half-slip evidenced its transparency through a lacy side panel and the darker top bands of her stockings together with the lacy garter straps of her garter belt were clearly visible. Laura had followed her earlier instructions and was wearing traditional nylon stockings and not pantyhose.

Leaving his lovely lingerie clad wife to whatever her training would unfold, Rob opened the door and exited the room. Millie followed, leaving the door open behind her. Entering the foyer, Rob was carrying his wife's dress. Millie briefly told him that Laura's training was in good hands and that he would find a newly contrite young woman waiting when he returned. She explained what she had in mind for Laura's discipline session. Rob gave her his full support. With that he was shown to the front door and dismissed. Millie smiled as she turned to return to the distraught young beauty who awaited her. She was pleased that Rob was so intent on having his wife disciplined in the strictest manner possible.

As he followed the cobblestone walkway and made his way back to their own home, Rob thought of his lovely wife, dressed in lingerie ensemble of skimpy brassiere, half-slip and nylon stockings, teetering as commanded on her stocking covered tiptoes. His beautiful, young wife had surely been put in her place. And, based on her recent behavior, she deserved it!

Once at home, Rob reflected on the punishment session which had taken place the previous Saturday night and lead up to his insistence, and Laura's ultimate agreement, to participation in the correctional discipline program which had continued this afternoon. Watching his wife being disciplined by another man had excited him beyond his wildest expectations. The thought of her being disciplined by a person of her own sex, gave him a perverse thrill. The fact that the woman was their next door neighbor made it seem even more exciting.

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Millie re-entered the room where Laura was teetering with increasing difficulty on her stocking covered tiptoes. Millie was still carrying Laura's high-heeled pumps. Laura uncertainly looked around to face Mrs Helper's imperious gaze. She felt very, very alone and mentally she resigned herself to whatever her fate might hold in store.

Millie spoke in a firm tone of voice, "Are your feet and legs ready for a rest?"

Laura quickly indicated that indeed they were. The uncomfortable position was becoming increasingly difficult for her to maintain as her muscles tired. "Yes, she answered, and then quickly added, "Mrs Helper, ma'am."

"Then you may kneel for me!"

Laura did not resist and gingerly dropped to her stocking covered knees. Millie continued her downward gaze and spoke, "Laura, so far you are handling your discipline quite well. If you continue we will have minimal problems. After you kiss my shoes as a sign of your submission to my dominance over you, you may stand up and put one your shoes once again."

Laura slowly lowered her head and pressed her lips to first one and then the other of Millie's patent leather high-heeled pumps. Having done so, she stood up. Millie handed Laura her own high-heeled pumps. Reaching down she placed first one and then the other on her feet. Not certain what to do next, she turned to face Millie. Remembering her instructions, she did not speak.

Seating herself in a comfortable easy chair, Millie looked at the lingerie clad young woman who stood before her. Not wasting any words she once again addressed Laura, "Raise your slip for me!"

Laura paused only momentarily to consider Millie's order and then slowly raised her lacy half slip fully to her waist. In so doing she exposed her lacy, transparent bikini panties and matching garter belt as well as the full length of her nylon covered thighs and the expanse of creamy flesh above the darker top bands of her nylon stockings. At Millie's instruction she remained standing as she was.

"You have a lovely figure, Laura," Millie complimented. "It's always more gratifying to discipline an attractive young woman. They seem to get so much more out of the training. Don't you agree?"

She did not wait for Laura to answer, but instead continued, "In order to assure your full compliance with today's required activities I am going to report your performance to Mr. Helper. Thus your incentive will be somewhat elevated. If you do not meet your objectives you will likely find yourself back over his lap. I trust it will add a further element of understanding to your acceptance of discipline as a part of your life."

Laura began to realized what Millie was referring to exactly. Her mind reeling at the thought of being spanked up by the man who was her neighbor. She pleaded, "Please, there's been a mistake. Please let me get dressed and go home." Even as she spoke she realized that Rob had taken her knit dress with him when he left. In desperation she dropped the hem of her half-slip and clutched her arms to her shapely chest.

Displaying only a minimum of emotion, Millie stood up, walked over to Laura and spoke in a cold, harsh tone, "Laura, I'm only going to say this once. Raise your slip up and stand straight with your arms at your sides. If you disobey further or exhibit any other signs of misbehavior, I will report your misconduct to Dr. Helper. He will have you over his lap and spanked until such time as you beg to obey. Do I make myself clear?"

Laura momentarily considered running for the door, but, remembering her spanking of the other evening, she thought better of the idea, and regained the hem of her slip and assumed an upright standing position, arms at her side. She did not resist when Millie moved close to her and adjusted the straps of her brassiere. Millie stepped back from Laura. Laura's ample breasts swayed slightly with less support from the wispy brassiere. Her nipples were turgidly hard in their semi-exposed nakedness. Seeing little point in feigning any further modesty, she assented. "I'll do whatever you want. Rob wants it that way," she said.

"It's time to begin your work," Millie stated matter-of-factly. Clad in skimpy lingerie outfit and without her clothing Laura was left with few defenses. She pleaded sorrowfully with Millie to be lenient with her.

Millie, however, showed little mercy as she firmly grasped Laura's arm and escorted her out of the room and down the hallway. Her mind reeling at the thought of what might next await her, Laura stumbled along on her high heels, her breasts swaying wildly as she walked.

Laura was required to perform a series of household tasks while clad in her skimpy lingerie as she was. The first task was relatively easy. She was required to vacuum the expanse of carpeting in the downstairs rooms of the house. She made quite a sight, indeed hobbling about in her state of lingerie semi-undress. Next she was required to dust certain items of furniture. This task was particularly difficult, given the way she teetered on her high heels.

Millie complimented the her young neighbor when she did something well, often patting her lightly on the behind or touching her cheek or bare shoulder as a sign that she was adapting to her discipline. As a final indignity, however, Laura was required to work her way into the large kitchen area, sink to her stocking covered knees and scrub the hard tile floor to Millie's satisfaction. Working with a pail of soapy water and a scrub brush, the task took well over an hour for the lingerie clad beauty. As she crawled and scrubbed, Laura mentally began to accept her disciplinary status. She had not lived up to responsibilities and she had behaved like a bitch besides. Now she was being properly punished.

As she finished the last section of the kitchen floor, Laura turned to look for Millie. Without her okay she would not be able to regain her feet and her knees hurt unmercifully from their long period of painful contact with the hard tile floor. Her nylon stockings and portions of her slip were soaked and spotted from the dirty soapy water. As well, her high-heeled pumps which had been nearly new were scuffed and soiled.

Looking up she saw not only Millie, but Rob as well. Given her sorry state, her cheeks colored in embarrassed humiliation.

"It appears that you are beginning to learn your lesson," was Rob's greeting to her.

Laura Petrie looked up and the dropped her head. Her voice was soft. "Yes," she said, "I've learned my lesson. I'll do whatever I'm told from now on."

Rob assisted Laura in regaining her feet. Momentarily she nearly lost her balance on her high heels. Retaining a grasp on her upper arm, Rob marched Laura to the corner of the room and stood her facing the wall. Her face was only inches from the wall. "Feet together!" Rob commanded. Laura complied. "Remain here until we return for you," Rob instructed again. Laura momentarily turned to look at him. His expression needed no explanation. In a sign of submission, the lovely lingerie clad woman returned her face to the wall as Rob spoke a final instruction, "You will remain as you are, facing the wall, until I tell you otherwise."

Laura nodded in assent.

Laura made a truly stimulating sight. Standing with her navy colored high heels held together, her shapely legs covered in brown colored nylon stockings were fully visible from her shapely ankles to the tops of her thighs which protruded above the two darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Her stockings, half-slip and shoes all evidenced the menial task which she had been required to perform. Her garter belt with its lacy white top and dainty garter straps which held up her nylons was also partially visible beneath the slip which was forced up by the strap between her legs. Her face held closely to the wall, she was being forced to endure another form of discipline. She was being introduced to disciplinary bondage.

As she stood momentarily alone in her thoughts, Laura felt slight tingle of sexual stimulation mingled with her feelings of anger, disgrace and humiliation. One other thought crossed her mind. If Rob was angry enough with her to allow her to be punished as she had been for her misdeeds, then she surely had better re-evaluate her behavior patterns. Rob and Millie entered the kitchen once more. They stood at the opposite end of the room from where Laura stood. She heard some brief laughter and her cheeks reddened once again. They spoke in low tones and Laura could not make out what was being said. They stared intently at Laura as she stood in her punishment position in the corner with stocking covered legs fully displayed. Rob had never seen a woman, much less his lovely wife in bondage constraints before. Millie noted that he had a large bulge in the front of his pants.

After about fifteen minutes, Millie gave some final directions to Rob. He then walked over to where Laura stood. Millie sat on a kitchen chair. Rob stood next to Laura and once again explained the nature of her position and the fact that she would remain on probation. At his direction Laura was allowed to turn to face into the room. The lacy hem of her white half-slip was up above the tops of her stockings and she blushed.

Rob spoke to her once more. "Millie is waiting for you to acknowledge your thanks to her for your discipline by going over to her chair, kneeling and then kissing the hem of her slip."

Laura capitulated without the slightest argument. Her face a flaming crimson and her knees obviously weak under her, she walked slowly over to where Millie was seated. Clearly suffering an enormous amount of emotional strain, she nearly fell to her knees. She brought her eyes to meet Millie's and she waited uncertainly as to what to do next.

Millie looked down at Laura's stocking encased thighs. Sensing Laura's indecision, she spoke. "Laura darling," she said condescendingly, "You were instructed to kiss the hem of my slip. I suggest you comply if you know what's good for you!"

Laura met Millie's gaze again. Millie motioned to her skirt which was several inches above her stocking covered knees. Millie pulled her skirt back so that the lacy hem of her own slip was exposed. As she did, Laura could see the full expanse of Millie's stocking covered inner thighs. A strange sense of embarrassed excitement coursed through Laura as the raising of the hem of Millie's skirt exposed the lacy hem of her white slip. She knelt in front of Millie. Slowly she bent forward on her knees and pressed a kiss as instructed. She kissed the slip hem fully and deeply. As she leaned back her cheek trailed down Millie's sleek nylons. The touch of Millie's taught nylons on her cheek caused a new emotion through her. She was too confused at this point to try and sort out what emotions she felt.

Laura was allowed to regain her feet and Millie removed the wrist constraints and neck collar. Millie instructed Laura to accompany her to the bathroom where she was allowed to repair her make-up and then into the bedroom where she was allowed to put on her dress. Millie then issued her a firm set of instructions and informed her that Rob would be fully informed as well. With that, the two women returned to the living room. Good-byes were said as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary and Rob and Laura Petrie exited and walked the short distance to their own home.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke of the day's events. Then Laura asked in an almost sobbing tone of voice, "Rob, I'm coming to accept my discipline? Does that please you?"

Rob replied, "A little discipline is good for you. You do deserve it. You know you do. I'm pleased that you are starting to recognize that. It shows that the program is working. I expect you to continue cooperate fully with Mrs. Helper while you are on probation."

"Seeing you being disciplined by her turns me on. Do you understand?"

Laura understood fully. What she didn't admit to Rob was that being disciplined by a forceful woman like Millie Helper was beginning to turn her on as well.

- Laura needs a stricter form of reminder...

Millie instructed Laura to remain as she was and crossed the room to a small desk. She opened the top drawer and retrieved a set of leather bondage constraints. The set consisted of a leather neck collar which was a full one inch in width, matching wrist and thigh cuffs, and a long thin leather strap. The leather was of a dark brown shade. Returning to the standing woman, she instructed Laura to place her hands together in front of her. She did so and did not resist as Millie quickly fastened the cuffs securely about Laura's wrists.

Testing their effectiveness, Laura struggled without success to slip out of the constraining instruments. "No, please!" she pleaded. "I'll do as you say. Please take these off!"

"I think not, my dear," Millie replied as she fastened the neck collar around Laura's neck At the back of Laura's neck, she fastened one end of the leather strap to a clip ring on the neck collar. She let the strap dangle momentarily down Laura's back.

Returning to stand in front of Laura, she ordered, "Spread your legs apart!"

Uncertain of what would happen next, Laura complied. Millie bent down and drew the leather strap between Laura's legs and at the same time grasped the short length of chain connecting the two wrist cuffs. With surprising quickness she fastened the other end of the leather strap to a clip ring in the middle of the wrist cuffs. Thus Laura's fettered wrists had been connected by the strap which passed between her legs to her neck collar. She could not raise her arms above the level of her waist without putting pressure on the neck collar. The strap running under her crotch caused her half slip to be pulled high on her stocking covered thighs.

Releasing her grasp, Millie moved so she was once again facing Laura who now stood with her arms securely fastened in front of her. She was dressed only in brassiere, half-slip, wispy bikini panties, matching garter belt, nylon stockings and navy colored high heel pumps. Underneath the loose confines of her nearly transparent bra cups, Laura's ample breast swayed with her every movement. Laura was next directed to sit in a straight back chair which sat on one side of the room. Seated, she had to hold her hands nearly in her crotch to relieve any pressure from her neck collar. Since her half-slip was forced up by the presence of the leather connecting strap, the full expanse of her nylon covered thighs was exposed. Millie moved to her and, bending down, fastened first one and then the other of the thigh cuffs around Laura's thighs.

Millie worked slowly, letting her hands glide across the slippery nylon surface of Laura's thighs. When both straps were in place, Millie fastened them together with an attached metal clasp. Looking at her work, she paused further and adjusted one of Laura's garter straps so that her nylon stockings were of even height on both legs. Satisfied at last, she bade Laura to stand up. The thigh cuffs held her thighs tightly together about six inches above her knees. Thus she was confined to mincingly small steps as she tried to walk. Laura is forced to endure the firm hand of Dr. Jerry Helper on her shapely, upturned bottom...

In the end Laura was unable to satisfy the Helpers that she could do as she was instructed without a more severe form of discipline. In the late afternoon light, she was made to stand once again before Jerry Helper.

Her desperate pleas and inventive reasons why she shouldn't be spanked continued to tumble out, making Jerry glow with anticipation. "Come on, Laura!" he finally said with a sense of impatience in his voice. "Stalling around will only make it worse." Gazing severely at the trembling, blushing lingerie clad beauty, he beckoned with one hand.

Laura was nearly breathless from talking so fast, and could almost hear her heart thumping with fearful anticipation. It seemed absolutely impossible that something this bizarre could happen to her. "Oh, please, it would be too humiliating! Just too humiliating!" she pleaded, bringing her hands to cover the lacy front of her slip for the first time. "Please punish me in some other way. I have never been spanked. I'm too old..."

"If I have to have Millie assist me, it will be even more humiliating for you!" Jerry sternly warned the now shaken woman. Although he was secretly stimulated by Laura Petrie's pleas to save her precious bottom, he was also running out of patience.

Laura took a deep breath and tried to gather up her resolve to get it over with. She was trying to think, but the shock of the totally unexpected and bizarre sentence which had been imposed had short-circuited her ability to think clearly. The amount of stress which she had been under recently contributed as well. Her head was awhirl and her knees felt as if they might to out from under her at any moment.

"Come on, Laura! You simply have to get it over with!" Jerry told her with a tone of ultimate finality.

Feeling almost totally numb, Laura stumbled forward. Her face had become quite pale and her lips were quivering noticeably. Laura wanted to resist, but seemed to be in a paralyzed state of almost complete shock, and instead squirmed around in an effort to communicate with her tormentor. "Please, I..."

"Hold still, Laura!" Jerry demanded, quickly twisting her right wrist into the small of her back to make it difficult for her to move. "If you don't behave, I'll have to tie you up so you have no choice!"

Laura felt horrified at the prospect of being tied up. At this point she was sure that Jerry was capable of anything. "Owww, please, it hurts!" Laura protested with a touch of submission in her voice.

The pressure on her arm left her with no choice but to hold still. She was suddenly aware of the fact that her short black slip had worked up to reveal quite a bit of nylon, but there was nothing she could do except blush. She suddenly remembered again that she was wearing nylon stockings and not pantyhose. Her cheeks reddened even more. Jerry paused for a moment to contemplate what was ahead. There were few things more enjoyable than preparing a fully mature woman for discipline! The fact that this was Laura's initiation into the world of discipline made it all the more enjoyable. It would not be her last experience if all went according to the plan which formulated in his mind. His observant eyes quickly noted the plump fullness of Laura's slip-clad bottom and the shapely curves on her nylon-clad legs. Finally, he reached for the black lacy hem of her slip.

"EEEEEK!" Laura screamed with dismay and outright horror when she suddenly realized what he was doing. She hadn't thought that he would dare to do something like that to her! Her beautiful face instantly turned a flaming scarlet. The horrified woman instantly began to struggle but his firm grip on her wrist left her with little to do except kick her legs.

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Damn you!" she sputtered loudly in a rare use of a vulgarity.

Fully in control of the struggling woman, Jerry slowly drew her slip hem upward to reveal more and more sheer, taupe-shaded nylon stocking covering deliciously tapering thighs. It was quite a pleasant surprise, indeed, to discover that, instead of pantyhose, she was wearing regular stockings that ended in two darker bands at the top, one twice the width of the other. Lightly tanned flesh emerged from the tops of her tautly pulled stockings, which were held up by a lacy black garter belt. The stunningly provocative sight was more that enough to give the until now stoic Jerry an instant erection!

Standing in the hall, Millie heard Rob gasp in delight at seeing his lovely wife being disciplined. She noticed a bulge in the front of his pants as well. Obviously, even though he had consumed an enormous amount of liquor, he, too, found the events of the evening extremely stimulating. Millie, too, was given to breathing more heavily as she watched her husband thoroughly control her struggling neighbor...

"Stop it! Stop it this instant! Don't you dare do this to me. Stop it! I mean it! Pleaseee!" Laura screamed. She still could not believe that Jerry would dare do this to her. She was humiliated at having had her slip pulled up like it was.

Jerry Helper was quite undeterred by Laura's horrified protests. He informed her matter-of-factly that struggling and cursing would earn her an extra dose of punishment. Working with deliberate slowness designed to maximize the pleasure of each revelation, he continued pulling up her black slip to reveal more and more delectable thigh flesh accented by the black garter straps. Finally, he caught his first glimpse of her matching black bikini panties! The tiny, sexy garment displayed her exquisitely contoured buttocks to total perfection. Despite his worldly sophistication, Jerry's heart skipped a couple of beats at the breathtaking sight that suddenly confronted him. He quickly flipped back her slip fully to her waist!

"No, you bastard," Laura screamed.

Rob had never heard his wife swear like this in all their married life. Obviously she was upset by her predicament. Just at well, he thought. It's exactly what she needs.

Laura's face was a deep scarlet color and the deeply mortified young woman desperately struggled to reach with her left hand and pull her slip down. With a sinking feeling she realized that she couldn't. She had never felt so totally undignified and helpless in her life. Momentarily resigning herself to her fate, she began to understand what discipline was all about!

Jerry was thoroughly enjoying the exquisite sight of voluptuous feminine buttocks adorned by black lace trimmed bikini panties and long, smooth legs enhanced by sheer, taupe nylon stockings held up by a black garter belt. On her feet, Laura still wore the black high-heeled pumps. Her nylon covered legs were swinging freely in the air, unintentionally making the sight all the more provocative. Knowing the reaction is would provoke, an anticipatory smile appeared on Jerry's face as he slowly reached for the waistband of Laura's tiny panties!

"Nooooo!" Laura screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt masculine fingers pressing against her smooth back and expanding the elastic waistband of her panties. "Please, no, not that!" she begged. "Rob, Rob, please help me!"

"I'm afraid that Rob is in full concurrence with your punishment, Laura," Jerry replied. "Struggling will only make it worse."

Laura pleaded with indignation and struggled as much as she could. She was, however, forced to endure the supreme humiliation of having her panties lowered for discipline! Jerry peeled the wispy garment down just as slowly and deliberately as he could under the circumstances. Laura's exquisitely shaped buttocks, a shimmering pink-white above her tan thighs, came into full view as he pulled her panties down.

Laura was filled with horror at the thought of having a near stranger gaze at her bare bottom. It was a shattering experience. The distraught woman desperately held her legs tightly together in a frantic effort to protect as much of her feminine dignity as possible. Her shame overcame her anger. Twisting around and catching a glimpse of her own bare bottom, which suddenly seemed so very big, Laura burst into hot, salty tears. Jerry was not the least bit moved by the display of emotion. He could not recall when he had seen a more spankable bottom, not even on his own wife about whom he made a mental note to pay more careful attention to her actions, lest she, too, require a good sound spanking on her well formed bottom. The two cheeks of Laura's lovely upturned ass were quivering in shameful brazen display as her panties had been pulled down fully below the tops of her nylon stockings. Holding her down firmly with his left hand and forearm, Jerry raised his right hand in the air and took careful aim.

"SMACK!"

Jerry's right hand landed noisily against the velvety smooth flesh of Laura's upturned bottom. He continued the spanking, landing his hand firmly on first one, and then the other, of her ass-cheeks. Laura's head snapped back, her brown hair falling down around her face. Her shapely, stocking covered legs jerked as if pulled on strings. Her mouth flew wide open and a contorted grimace suddenly appeared on her pretty fact. The horror at being touched on her bare bottom made the pain of the spanking only worse. Laura sobbed and begged for mercy.

To the previously undisciplined woman, it was a horrible realization to learn that a bare-bottom spanking could be so downright painful! And the humiliation of having a man's hand all over her bare bottom was simply indescribable. Smack! Whack! Splat! Whack! Completely disregarding her pained outcries and pleas for mercy, Jerry applied his hand with strokes that began above his shoulder and swung in a wide arc. Each loud whack momentarily flattened the young woman's fleshy ass-cheeks and made her buck up frantically on his lap as the sharp jolts of pain tore through her buttocks. Her hair flying in various directions, she twisted and kicked every way she could to minimize the pain. Tears were soon blinding her vision.

Laura continued to plead in anguish. Her bottom was beginning to feel hot and prickly all over, and that made each spank more painful that the prior one. Whack! Splat! Smack! Jerry's eyes were glued to Laura's rapidly reddening buttocks. He repeatedly applied his hand where he thought it would be felt the most. As her buttocks reddened, he began to spank the flesh of her upper thighs where it protruded above the darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Laura's shapely, stocking clad legs jerked wildly and afforded Jerry and increasingly enticing view of her lush, dark brown cunt hair and the plump, pink lips it its midst. Laura flopped about wildly in his lap. The more she flopped, the harder he spanked.

Tears poured down her cheeks and she was beginning to think than Jerry would never stop. "Please," she sobbed. "I can't take any more. I'll do whatever you say! I'll be good! I'll be a good girl!"

Laura's nylon-clad legs flashed wildly back and forth in a manner which left her feminine charms wantonly displayed. Her burning bottom kept tightening and flexing in a hopeless effort to reduce the impact of the highly painful blows. Smack! Whack! Splat! Even though Laura was crying too hard to speak distinctly, Jerry understood her and paused. Laura lay passively across his lap, trying to control her emotions. "That's only the first half of your punishment," Jerry informed her.

"Please, I can't take any more. I've had enough. I've learned my lesson," Laura sniffled. At this point she knew better than the try and resist. She tried to appeal to what she felt Jerry wanted to hear. "I know I deserved the spanking. But, please, no more. I can't bear any more."


- Part 3

Laura Petrie picked her steps carefully as she walked in her high heels on the uneven pavement leading to the entrance of the seemingly nondescript shop. It was a shop on a street of similar store fronts in the city. It was located in an area where she had never been before. The area was ethnically mixed, but could be characterized as having a certain Hispanic influence. The sign above the door read in block letters "Uniforms". She was accompanied by her neighbor, Millie Helper.

Inside the shop the women were greeted by a rather attractive dark haired woman who appeared to be in her thirties. Millie introduced herself to the woman as Mrs Helper. The woman in turn introduced herself as Mrs Lopez. Laura stood by without speaking.

"And this is Laura," Millie said, making a nodding motion with her head. "We need to get her properly outfitted."

The woman immediately became most attentive to Millie as she studied her highly attractive companion, Laura Petrie, with a pointed look. The two women moved slightly away from where Laura stood and chatted briefly. The two women turned and moved to stand again near Laura, who stood fidgeting nervously on her high heels.

Millie addressed Mrs Lopez by her first name, "Rosa, this is my domestic helper, Laura." "Laura, this is Mrs Lopez," Millie spoke. "She will be assisting us in our selections."

Laura's cheeks burned a bright red as she heard herself being introduced as a domestic to the Hispanic woman. She returned Rosa's acknowledgement of her by saying, "Hello," she said. "What type of uniform are you looking for today?" Rosa asked politely.

Millie explained that she had heard about the shop's exclusive collection of uniforms and matching lingerie sets. As well she had heard good things about their expert ability at matching styles to their customers needs.

"Laura wishes to purchase a uniform which she can wear while performing her domestic duties. We will need a complementary lingerie set or two which will add the appropriate finishing touch. I am here to help her with her selection."

Laura Petrie had never been so embarrassed in a public setting. She listened as Millie described in what seemed exacting detail the type of duties which she was expected to perform as Millie Helper's domestic.

Rosa Lopez smiled smugly and let her eyes roam from Laura's attractive face and down her well proportioned body to where her shapely nylon covered ankles ended in her high heels.

"Yes, Mrs Helper," Laura said when Millie asked her to concur with the description of her duties which Millie had given to Rosa Lopez.

Millie and Laura were led to a small mirrored fitting room at the rear of the shop. "This shop caters to uniformed workers who work for ladies with discriminating tastes," said Rosa exchanging smiles with Millie.

Laura felt her cheeks redden. She was suddenly hot.

"We carry a most interesting and complete selection of garments."

Without offering Laura a chance to refuse, Millie indicated that she would pick a selection of uniforms and coordinating lingerie for Laura to consider.

"We prefer that our customers try on all garments to assure that they fit correctly. A well suited uniform and corresponding lingerie should have the desirous effect spelling out a worker's role as well as enhancing the individual female figure. There is no reason that domestic help should not add to rather than detract from the surroundings."

Laura entered the fitting room, Millie stood in the open doorway. "Laura, remove your dress so that Mrs Lopez can appraise your figure as well as the lingerie that you are presently wearing."

"Yes, Mrs Helper," Laura replied.

Wanting to maintain some degree of dignity, Laura turned away from the women as she undid the top buttons at the front of her two piece dress. These undone she removed the top revealing a lacy but modestly cut white brassiere. She then unfastened the waist clasp of the dress skirt, lowered it and stepped out of it. Dressed then in bra, half slip, hosiery and dress heels she turned to face the women, blushing just a bit as she did.

Seemingly unconcerned, Mrs Lopez busied herself with a tape measure and measured Laura's bust, waistline and hips as Millie watched. This done she instructed Laura to raise the hem of her half slip. Laura complied. Her cheeks reddened as the action exposed the full length of her nylon stockings and the garter tabs to which they were attached. Smiling to herself, Rosa measured first one and then the other of her thighs.

Done with her measurements she informed Millie that she would be leaving the room for a short while to select a uniform set for Laura. Seemingly ignoring Laura and any opinion that she might have, Mrs Lopez spoke to Millie, "Is there anything special that you had in mind for Laura?"

"Yes, we will need to see a maid's uniform. A classic continental style I should think. Something tight, and not too dowdy," she continued.

Laura turned even redder. "Undress completely so as to be ready to put on the lingerie selected," she was told.

Once again alone in the fitting room, Laura continued to undress in preparation for her lingerie and uniform fitting session. She was somewhat embarrassed by the thought of undressing completely, but told herself that, after all, she was in Millie's charge. Stepping out of her high heels, she kicked them to a corner of the dressing room. Next she slipped off her half slip and then, reaching behind her she unclasped the fastenings of her brassiere and removed it also. Clad only in garter belt, hose and panties she hesitated for a moment unsure of whether or not she was supposed to remove them also.

Remembering her instructions to undress completely, she unfastened her garter belt and removed it. She then rolled her stockings down her shapely legs and stepped out of them. In a similar manner she removed her white panties. Thus completely nude she stood in front of the full length mirror in the dressing room and studied her shapely contours, first examining her well developed breasts and then hands on her hips she turned slowly to view both her full frontal and then side posture. She had no way of knowing that the mirror in which she was so exquisitely revealed was made of two way glass.

Hearing footsteps, Laura wished that she had been furnished with a dressing gown to cover her nudity. Having none, she quickly sat in the dressing room chair, crossed her shapely legs, and demurely held her half slip to cover her naked breasts.

"Oh my goodness," Laura said somewhat breathlessly, "I thought that a maid's uniform would be worn with pantyhose, not gartered nylons."

"Nonsense, my dear. They will be exactly the thing with your new uniform. Nylons add a certain class to women who wear them," Mrs Lopez assured her. "Even a household domestic should carry herself with a certain class. Now slip into these things so we can see you as you were meant to be. I will have a uniform dress for you the try in the outer room."

Laura reddened again at the reference to her position. Turning on her heel, Rosa left Laura no time to refute her instructions as she once again exited the dressing room.

"Oh well," thought Laura. "This is what I have come for."

Dropping her slip she retrieved the low cut panties and slipped into them. Next she struggled to put the garter belt with its attached garter set in place. It was made as a mini-girdle and was tight on her hips. She drew in her breath. Then one by one she drew the nylon stockings up on her legs and fastened them to the clasps of the garter set. Breasts swaying as she rose, Laura retrieved the see thru brassiere and donned it. Clad now in bra, panties, garter belt and hosiery she viewed herself in the mirror.

Running her fingers lightly through her dark brown hair a slight chill of excitement coursed through her body as she viewed the stunning and sensuous reflection she saw in the opposite facing mirror. Hearing Millie's voice she quickly slipped into her high-heeled shoes and exited the fitting room. Heels clicking once again the lingerie clad Laura Petrie hurried into the large fitting chamber to which she had been summoned.

- The dressing of Laura

Laura was unsure of herself as she entered into the large fitting chamber. Knowing no other choice she walked over to Millie who was standing and tapping her foot with impatience.

"Here I am," Laura said breathlessly. Her voice quavered as she spoke. She was embarrassed to be standing in a skimpy lingerie outfit in front of two women who were fully dressed.

"Very well, Laura," Millie responded, "I want you to listen carefully as I explain further conditions of your training. From this point on you will be placed in a more appropriate mode of dress when in my presence. I am going to require you to wear a maid costume as you perform your domestic duties. When you need additional focus, I shall require you to strip to your lingerie. As always you will speak only when directed. When responding to questions you will address me as Mrs Helper, or Ma'am. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I mean yes, Mrs Helper," Laura responded.

"First off we will work on your posture," Millie continued. With that, she directed Laura to assume to position of attention. Obeying, Laura Petrie drew her stocking covered legs tightly together. Arms held rigidly at her sides she made an enticing sight clad only in her scanty lingerie ensemble.

"The maid uniform will help you to remember that you are being disciplined," Millie continued.

Laura fidgeted inside the revealing confines of her new lingerie outfit.

"Dress discipline is quite an accepted form of punishment for young women who misbehave."

Laura looked at herself in the full length mirror. The garter belt started at her hips and ended high on her thighs where the garter tabs attached to the dark hued nylon stockings. Her shapely nylon covered legs tapered into her dressy high-heeled pumps. The wispy black brassiere served to amplify her shapely breasts.

Rosa Lopez had been watching the events in the large dressing chamber from just behind the curtained entrance. She had at one time been a domestic herself. Through a combination of her natural beauty and intelligence, she had gained enough money from her past employers to open the uniform shop. She received a perverse sense of satisfaction watching the attractive Laura Petrie being reduced to the status of domestic.

"I would like to put her on her knees and have her working as a scrub maid," she mused to herself.

Rosa entered the dressing chamber carrying a uniform dress in her arms. It was black. Laura turned and blushed once again.

"Put this on, Laura," she said. Her voice had a sense of command.

"Well... O.K.," Laura replied.

"I believe that you mean Yes, Ma'am," Rosa Lopez shot back in an impatient tone of voice.

"Yes, Ma'am," Laura replied slowly after a shocked pause.

Rosa Lopez turned to Millie. "It appears that your Laura needs some sensitizing on how to act in the presence of her superiors!"

Rosa Lopez just smiled cattily at Millie Helper. "As the saying goes, good help is hard to get." Laura paled.

Laura was instructed to apologize to Mrs Lopez. "I'm sorry, Mrs Lopez," she said.

"It won't happen again will it Laura?," Millie questioned.

Fidgeting slightly, Laura responded, "No, Ma'am." Fear of the unknown knotted her stomach.

"Very well," Millie said as she rose from her seated position. "To assure you fully understand your position I am going to place you in your new uniform."

A slight tingle of excitement mixed with fear coursed through Laura's body. Rosa Lopez handed Laura the maid uniform. Laura took the black garment. It was made of a soft fabric. She did not need instruction as to what to do. Standing on first one high heel and then the other she drew the uniform dress onto her nylon encased legs. Continuing, she pulled it up over her lingerie clad body and placed an arm in each of the long sleeves. The dress fastened in back with a row of buttons. Laura looked at herself in the mirror as Mrs Lopez fastened them.

The black long sleeved uniform dress was form fitting, short and had a squared shaped low cut neckline. The hemline ended well above Laura's shapely knees. Millie assisted in fastening the buttons which were at each cuff end. Laura was both embarrassed and fascinated by her image in the mirror. As it was the garment was almost a classic "little black dress". The skirt ended at mid-thigh.

Rosa Lopez interrupted Laura Petrie's thoughts. "Of course the complete uniform will require an appropriate set of accessories,"

Addressing Millie she said. "Perhaps, Mrs Helper you would be good enough to help me select them?"

"Why of course," replied Millie, and she continued, "Laura, you can practice your duties and get the feel of your new uniform."

"Tidy up the room for Mrs Lopez. I am sure that she will appreciate the assistance."

Laura was taken aback at the request. Lamely and with some delay she replied, "Okay."

Rosa Lopez and Millie turned and walked to the door at the rear of the dressing chamber and exited through to the room adjacent. Turning just as she left, Millie Helper turned to Laura and said, "Stand on your tiptoes. Since you failed to address me as Mrs Helper, you can stand at attention in your high-heeled shoes on your tiptoes. Perhaps next time you will remember that verbal deference is a required part of your discipline as is your uniform outfit."

The skimpily clad Laura Petrie complied without comment. Standing on her tip toes in her nylon stockings and high heels, she wavered unsteadily in her uncomfortable position.

Shortly, Millie and Mrs Lopez returned to the room where Laura Petrie stood mincingly in her high heels waiting for them. Chastised for improperly addressing Mrs Helper, she felt a need to make amends and had followed her instructions to tidy up the room. In her hands she held a collection of clip pins, loose threads, paper shreds and tissues which had been laying in various places in the room. As if in a gesture of accomplishment, she held out her collections to show Mrs Helper and Mrs Lopez that she had done her work. Rosa Lopez produced a small waste basket and allowed Laura to empty her hands.

"I could use a chamber maid like you," she addressed the uniform clad young woman. "A few days with me and you would do your profession proud."

Laura's cheeks burned a hot red with humiliation. Her legs ached from standing on her tip toes.

Millie bade Laura to stand up straight in front of the mirror facing her. Laura gladly lowered her high heels to the floor and complied moving to a position directly in front of Millie Helper. It was Rosa Lopez who moved behind Laura Petrie and first fastened a lacy white apron around her waist. This she followed by buttoning on a white wrist cuff on each sleeve end of Laura's uniform dress. Her work was completed when she fastened a white maids cap in Laura's carefully styled hair.

Laura Petrie turned to look at herself in the full length mirror. She gasped a low breath of air as she saw her own image now dressed in the fully glory of her new uniform. She looked from the floor up starting with her black high-heeled pumps, shapely legs covered in the dark taupe colored nylon stockings, short black maid's dress which ended at mid thigh, lacy white apron, her ample breasts pushing out against the thin material of the dress below the low cut neckline, her face with reddened cheeks, and finally the lacy maid's cap which topped her head. She was indeed `Maid Laura'.

- Time with Millie...

Having completed their shopping, the two women lunched as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Laura was conscious of her new lingerie ensemble which she wore beneath the blouse and skirt outfit she wore. The tightness of her girdle garter belt was evident to her. She ate lightly. They then returned to Millie's residence.

Entering, Millie wasted no time. "Take off your dress, Laura."

Laura complied and turned to face Millie. Remembering her instructions she resumed standing in her high heels dressed only in brassiere, gartered girdle, nylon stockings and heels.

As Millie handed Laura her new costume, she said, "Get dressed, Laura. It's time to go to work.

"Yes, Mrs Helper," Laura said quietly as she stepped into her new black maid's uniform.

- Laura in constraints

"I would like she to place your high-heels together and stand on your tiptoes."

With a somewhat puzzled look on her face, Laura mechanically complies, raising first one nylon clad leg and then the other to raise her high-heeled pumps. Standing now in only her nylon stockings. heels and lingerie Laura waits for Millie's instruction. Millie orders her to stand up higher on her tiptoes. Laura is watched in fascinating excitement as clad in only lingerie she arches her feet and balances on her stocking covered tiptoes in her high heels.

Millie moves toward the foyer but stops abruptly and turns to watch as she commands, "You are not to let your heels touch the floor until I return. This simple exercise will serve as a means to put you in the correct frame of mind for this evening's activities. Do you understand?"

Millie watches Laura carefully as she nods her head in assent. As instructed she does not speak. She is told to turn and face toward the wall. She turns slowly on her tiptoes as directed. After some time Millie returns. Laura is still facing away from her towards the wall. She does not look back. As she teeters on the tiptoes of her high heels, her low cut brassiere evidences its transparency through lacy panels. The darker top bands of her stockings together with the lacy garter straps of her garter belt are clearly visible. After her visit to the uniform shop, she is wearing traditional nylon stockings, not pantyhose. Millie stands behind Laura as she teeters with increasing difficulty on her stocking covered tiptoes in her high-heeled pumps. Uncertainly she looks around to face Millie's imperious gaze. She feel very, very alone and mentally she resign herself to whatever her fate might hold in store.

Millie speaks in a firm tone of voice, "Are your feet and legs ready for a rest?"

Laura quickly indicates that indeed they are. The uncomfortable position is becoming increasingly difficult for her to maintain as her muscles tire.

"Then you may kneel for me!"

Laura does not resist and gingerly drops to her stocking covered knees.

Millie gazes downward at the kneeling woman and speaks, "So far you are handling your discipline quite well. If you continue we will have minimal problems. After I am sure that you understand the reason for your submission to my dominance over you, you may stand up and put on your shoes once again."

Laura slowly lowers her head and listens as Millie lectures her sternly on the reasons for her present position. She is then made to make a full confession of her misdeeds. Having done so, she stands up. Not certain what to do next, she turns to face her. Remembering her instructions, she does not speak.

Millie produces Laura's new maid's costume from its box. "Put on your uniform, Laura," she says. Laura does not resist and quickly steps into the black uniform, glad to cover her nearly naked figure once again. When the back fastenings are complete, the white cuffs are added. Millie, herself, ties on the white apron and positions the white hair piece to her satisfaction.

"You have a lovely figure," Millie compliments. "It's always more gratifying to discipline an attractive woman. They seem to get so much more out of the training. Don't you think?"

Millie does not wait for her to answer, but instead continues, "In order to assure your full compliance with today's required activities I am going to require you to wear a mild form of constraints. Thus your movement will be somewhat restricted. I trust it will add a further element of understanding to your acceptance of discipline as a part of your life

Laura begins to realize that she is referring to using some sort of bondage constraints on her.

"I'll do whatever you want. Rob wants it that way," she says.

Millie instructs Laura to remain as she is and crosses the room to her large purse. She opens it and retrieves a set of leather bondage constraints. The set consists of matching wrist and ankle cuffs connected together by a length of chain. The leather is of a dark brown shade. Returning to Laura, Millie instructs her to place her hands together in front of her. She does not resist as Millie quickly fastens the cuffs securely about her wrists. Testing their effectiveness, she struggles without success to slip out of the constraining instruments.

"No, please!" she pleads. "I'll do as you say. Please take these off!"

"I think not, my dear," she replies. She lets the length of chain dangle momentarily down Laura's front.

Returning to stand in front of her, she orders, "Put your legs together!"

Uncertain of what will happen next, she complies. Millie bends down and fastens the ankle cuffs around Laura's nylon clad ankles just above her high heels, at the same time grasping the short length of chain connecting the two wrist cuffs. With surprising quickness she fastens the other end of the chain to a clip ring in the middle of the wrist cuffs. Thus Laura's fettered wrists have been connected by the strap which passes down her legs to her ankle cuffs. Laura cannot raise her arms above the level of her waist without putting pressure on the ankle cuffs.

Releasing her grasp, she moves so that she is once again facing Laura who now stands with her arms securely fastened in front of her. She is dressed only in sexy maid's uniform which covers her bra, wispy bikini panties and matching garter belt. Her nylon stockings and high heel pumps complete the outfit. Underneath the loose confines of her nearly transparent bra cups, she feel her nipples becoming hard with embarrassed excitement.

Laura is next directed to sit in a straight back chair which sits on one side of the room. Seated, she have to hold her hands nearly in her crotch to relieve any pressure from her ankle cuffs. Since her skirt is forced up by the presence of the metal connecting chain, the full expanse of her nylon covered thighs is exposed. Millie moves to her and, bending down, tightens first one and then the other of the ankle cuffs around her ankles. Looking at her work, she pauses further and adjusts one of her garter straps so that her nylon stockings are of even height on both legs. Satisfied at last, she bids Laura to stand up. The ankle cuffs hold her ankles tightly together. Thus she is confined to mincingly small steps as she tries to walk.

Laura does as she is told...

"It's time to begin your work," she states matter-of-factly.

Clad in skimpy maid's outfit and with her arms and legs secured as they are, Laura is left with few defenses. She is required to perform a series of household tasks while clad in her uniform and fettered as she is. The first tasks are relatively easy. She is required to vacuum the expanse of carpeting in the downstairs' rooms of the house. She make quite a sight, indeed, hobbling about in her maid's uniform. "What would her friends think if they could see her now?" she thinks. Next she required to dust certain items of furniture. Her task is particularly difficult, given the way her wrists are constrained.

Millie compliments Laura, her attractive captive beauty when she does something well, often patting her lightly on the behind or touching her cheek or bare shoulder as a sign that she is adapting to her discipline.

As a final indignity, however, Laura is required to hobble into the large kitchen area, sink to her stocking covered knees and scrub the hard tile floor to Sally's satisfaction. Working with a pail of soapy water and a scrub brush, the task takes well over an hour. As she crawls and scrubs, Laura mentally begins to accept her disciplinary status. She has not lived up to her husband's expectations and now she is being properly punished.


3 comments:

  1. 'Nice story. A review of the text may concur that there are continuity repeats, and thus an editing to remove the repetitions will improve the narrative and story flow.
    However, given the shock that Laura experiences, and her husband's apparent indifference to his male chauvinist predisposition in expecting his wife to become a mere order taker, she should come to her senses and seek and flee to a separation refuge, and then quickly file for divorce. No wife needs an insufferable jerk like Rob, as he portrays himself to be one. 'Just my two.

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    1. Yes, agreed, some editing may have improved the story. However, it's many years old and I wasn't sure it was possible to reach the author with a changed version so here it is...

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    2. Good first chapter, have some editing problems but a good start.

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