Jan and Sofia at the Disciplinary Studio, Part Two

Partners in Punishment

(Alternate Ending)

“You have one minute, ladies. I need to see two naughty ladies out here and properly attired for correction in less than sixty seconds, or there will be consequences!”

Aunt Carla issued the warning from just outside the door of the changing room. Sofia and Jan had visited the girls’ room and were almost ready to come out in their punishment outfits. Truth be told, they were dawdling a bit, not wishing to emerge in the embarrassing clothing any sooner than they had to. But at Aunt Carla’s warning, they completed their (literal) last-minute adjustments. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do to make their attire any less embarrassing.

The door opened, and from her settee in the Studio, Aunt Carla saw two unhappy ladies creeping out of the changing room with their heads down, each wearing a white camisole and matching panties. Aunt Carla smiled, silently approving of Mr. Allan’s adherence to protocol. Both their sizes had increased since their last visit to the Studio 18 months before, and Mr. Allan had invested in new punishment clothing for both ladies, one size smaller than their new sizes. The camisoles ended above the women’s navels and hugged their chests tightly. The panties were small and tight; Aunt Carla was sure that too much of their bottoms were “hanging out” for either woman’s comfort.

“Ah, there you are, ladies. Cutting it a bit close, are we not?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the unfortunate duo mumbled, looking at their bare toes.

“Well, you just made it. Kindly twirl for me and let me get a good look at you both in your new outfits.”

There was much inward groaning and bright blushing at this command, but they both obeyed it. Aunt Carla’s expectations were spot on: the negligible panties left a good deal of bottom flesh exposed, especially in Jan’s case. So far, so good. The humbling effect of the punishment attire was an important part of Aunt Carla’s carefully designed punishment protocol.

“Very good, ladies. Your pre-spanking corner time begins now. Kindly report to the reception area and ask for instructions from Miss Amelia.”

They shuffled forlornly toward the reception area, their faces flaring. Miss Amelia was delighted to see the two of them reporting once again for “special” corner time. She wouldn’t repeat the mistake she'd made last time, letting her schadenfreude run away with her; that would mean a trip over Auntie’s lap for her. When they were properly ensconced with their hands on their heads (the disciplinarian-in-training noted with pleasure that neither woman needed a reminder about that last bit), the picture could not have been more perfect: mother and daughter, co-conspirators  in crime, partners in punishment. Miss Amelia smiled; all was right with her world. Then the door to the Studio opened, and it got even better.

“Ah, very nice, Miss Amelia,” said Aunt Carla, walking out and regarding the two penitents with a smile. Then she winked at her assistant and said, “But what’s this? Did little Sofie fail to inform you that she had an appointment with Mr. Ivory?”

“Oh...Yes, apparently so, Ma’am. She said nothing about soap.”

“Well, well. Have you a bar in your desk drawer?”

“Yes Ma’am, I do.”

“Would you be a dear and put it in its proper place?”

Amelia wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn she’d just died and gone to heaven.

“Certainly, Ma’am,” she said brightly, setting about the task con brio.

Sofia visibly stiffened at Amelia’s approach.

“Please turn and face me, Sofie.”

The girl turned, her hands still on her head, and her expression was a mixture of anger and fear. The two emotions seemed to be wrestling for dominance over her face.

“Have you ever had the Mr. Ivory Treatment, Little Miss Sofie?”

“No!”

Amelia smiled. “Well, I have. I can assure you it will clean up that dirty mouth of yours, and put a stop to your backchat, as well. Open wide!”

Anger won out for the moment; Sofia stamped one bare foot petulantly. Unfortunately, in her current state of dress and posture, she only managed to make herself appear more of a spoiled child having a tantrum. Aunt Carla watched to see how her assistant would handle the situation.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,” Amelia said, still smiling and keeping her tone even. “I said, ‘open wide.’”

Fear and anger continued their wrestling match, but Sofia eventually obeyed.

“Good girl!” said Amelia, as if praising a small child. “A little wider, please...” She placed the large bar of soap into the girl’s mouth and pushed it in until it filled her. “There we go! Bite down, now, Sofie, so it won’t fall out. A little harder...good! Now, let’s have both you ladies facing out, so we can all see the good job Mr. Ivory’s doing on this dirty mouth.”

Aunt Carla smiled broadly. Amelia had had the “Mr. Ivory Treatment,” more than once, and at her hands. By confessing her own experience with the punishment, she was keeping her pride in check while keeping control of the situation. Ever since Aunt Carla had punished her niece for going overboard with Sofia when she first served corner time in the reception area, she had been growing by leaps and bounds. It had helped that she’d endured not only a spanking and corner time, but had also been required to write a detailed account of her punishment for the Disciplinary Studio’s website. The humbling effect of that experience had produced a sea change in Amelia’s professionalism, which in turn had prompted Aunt Carla to entrust some of the disciplinary duties of the Studio to her. Today, she had been given the opportunity to discipline the same girl with professional restraint, and she had passed the test admirably. The two co-conspirators were now facing outward (precisely what Aunt Carla would have done in Amelia’s place), and neither seemed to be having a very good time. Judging by her facial expression, the younger of the two seemed to find Ivory soap quite unappetizing.

“Well done, Amelia! Have we any other clients today?” Aunt Carla asked her assistant.

“Thank you Ma’am, and yes: Mr. and Mrs. Phelps are due in ten minutes for their regular couples’ session.”

“Oh, of course, they rescheduled, didn’t they.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Fine. To save time, why don’t you ring Mrs. Threnodie next door and ask her to drop by. That way we can take the girls in and spank them together.”

“Sure, great idea, Auntie!”

Mrs. Threnodie ran the hobby shop next door; she sometimes dropped in to visit, or to watch over things for a few minutes while Amelia ran a quick errand. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d “minded the store” while the two disciplinarians were otherwise occupied. Amelia rang her, and she said she’d be right over.

Amelia caught the twinkle in her aunt’s eye and responded with a wink. Meanwhile, the two cornered ladies tried to process these latest, unwelcome developments. Unsure who would be going over whose knee, they were in a riot of anxiety. Neither one of them enjoyed being spanked, but each would have gladly traded two spankings or more over Aunt Carla’s knee for one over Miss Amelia’s. The humiliation of taking a bare-bottom spanking from a girl young enough to be her daughter would be atrocious for Jan, yet it would be worse still for Sofia. She had three years on Amelia, and going over the younger girl’s lap would simply be intolerable for her, especially following so quickly after this “Mr. Ivory” humiliation. And a woman from next door popping in as they stood in their humiliating outfits, facing the room? If they hadn’t already deeply regretted falling back into their old ways at Mr. Allan’s expense, they certainly did now. The emotions the two soon-to-be-spanked women were riding caused them to stiffen their bottoms such that either of them could have cracked a nut with their gluteal muscles alone.

“I’m going to have a cup of coffee,” Amelia told her aunt, “would you care for some?”

“Oh, that would be lovely, thank you.”

The two women chatted while Amelia brewed the coffee. The other two stood their posts in misery, hoping against hope that they would be ushered into the next room before this neighbor appeared and added to their embarrassment.

[End Part Two...Conclusion to follow]

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