Other Institutions: Ansonia Academy: Program 7

what's good for the submissive daughter is. . . .

I walked over in front of Janine, straddling the prone Janice, and lightly slapped both of the older woman's cheeks to bring her around. "You certainly pounded her tits with the tawse, didn't you Janine?"

"Yes, I suppose I got carried away," the sweating beauty admitted groggily, thirstily finishing the remains of her tea in several swallows.

I walked to her side, hands clasped behind my back. "You were so harsh that it looked as though you had no idea how it felt to Janice." She put on the blouse. "At this institution, we can only punish fairly and justly when we're aware of how much the other suffers. Janine, have you ever been punished like that?"

She'd been wondering where I was leading. "No. . . ." she said, puzzled.

"And you don't believe in a disciplinarian – or any teacher – acting from a place of inexperience or ignorance, do you?" I was now standing behind her.

"Of course. . . of course not," she said, warily.

"Then I think those lovely tits of yours should have some of the same treatment." I yanked her blouse down off her shoulders and wrapped it around the chair frame, imprisoning her arms. "And who better to administer it than somebody who knows exactly how it feels – your daughter."

Janine yelled. "No, you can't do this!" she said halfheartedly as I untied the straps from Janice's wrists and bound the mature beauty's spread ankles to the outside of the chair legs. I filled Janine's empty mug with the last of the tea, lifted a leather strap from the table's drawer, picked up the greasy gag from Janice's belly and helped the abused girl to stand, handing her the tea. Dehydrated, she gulped it all, her bruised tits still exposed above the quarter bra, her skirt till tucked into her waist, pussy completely visible.

Janine was seething, her chest heaving, struggling in the heavy chair, rocking it slightly, muttering about how "improper" our sordid scene was. To make it even more perverted, I shoved the spit-drenched gag into Janine's thick lips – curiously, she didn't resist – and fastened it with the new strap. I knelt between her legs and ever so slowly, pulled the bra straps off her beautiful shoulders, feeling the smooth skin. She looked at me beseechingly, the beginning of saliva appearing at the corner of her mouth, but she knew I could tell that she was very excited. Staring into her big eyes, I unfastened the bra's center clasp and lifted the lace cups off to the sides, exposing her large tits – 36C, I guessed, just slightly large than her daughter's – with their thick and elongated dark nipples. "Incredible," I murmured, first lifting the heavy tit flesh, then flicking the chocolate stalks back and forth.

I stared at her groin and she mewled into the gag, a sliver of drool extending from her gagged lips, while she shifted her butt on the chair, fearing the next step in her twisted debasement. "We don't permit double standards, so just like with Janice, we'll have to remove those pretty panties. But since we don't want to untie your ankles. . ." I removed a penknife from my pocket and slit the waistband, drawing off the damp garment. "Most beautiful," I sighed, stroking the thick labia, "but sitting there, I don't see how Janice can both beat your tits and also give your cunt relief, as you did for her. After all, fair's fair."

Saliva now dripping off her chin and splashing onto one of her tits, the mother looked despairingly at Janice, who was gloating over her nude and bondaged mother. "What do you think, Janice?"

"We could be nice and fasten a dildo to the seat of the chair." Janine yelled and twisted at this degrading suggestion.

"An excellent idea," I said, getting a medium dildo with an extended base and black tape from a drawer. "Lift up," I ordered, and Janine used those long strong thighs to hover a foot above the chair while I fastened the dildo to the chair's wood seat. Looking down, two strands of saliva now splattered onto the chair. After a couple of minutes, Janine's thighs began scissoring with the strain of the awkward position and she sank down onto the dildo until all of its six inches drove into her, groaning deeply.

I slapped her tits until she looked at me. "Janine, the vicious way you struck Janice's nipples did not escape my attention. So to maintain parity, we're going to hurt your nipples as well. But since you're the older, more experienced slut, you should have a higher threshold of pain. Rather than the tawse hitting your nipples a few times, they're so big and beautiful that they deserve constant attention." I removed two tiny chrome spring-mounted clothespins from my pocket. "They're small enough that they won't get in the way when your tits get hit." I wiped some saliva off a tit and smeared the drool on a huge nipple, savoring the feel. So did Janine, who closed her eyes to contain her arousal.

With some difficulty, I applied plenty of pressure to the clothespin so the jaws would open a half-inch, the minimum required to encompass the thick diameter of the nipple. Never before had I seen any nipple device sink so deeply into the base of such a wide nipple stalk. Nor had I ever seen three-quarters of the nipple extending beyond the clothespins. The trapped parent cried out and shuddered as the sensations shot from nipple to cunt. As I applied the second clothespin, her hips had begun subtly rocking back and forth, hoping I wouldn't notice that she'd begun fucking the dildo.

"Very nice." I grabbed Janine's short black hair and lifted her head back so her glazed eyes looked directly into Janice's, as the semi-nude daughter lifted the tawse into the air for the first hard strike. The vengeful girl ferociously struck her mother's swaying tits as Janine unabashedly pumped her legs to move on the dildo. The tied and clamped mother's swaying tits quickly bore the red marks and bruised swelling of the breast discipline. After 24 blows, as Janice struck the tawse directly onto the nipples, extending so far out from the clothespins, Janine ground her groin into the dildo, thrust her head back, and screamed, bounced and twisted in a spectacular cum.

Exhausted but elated, Janice stood there, breathing heavily, dripping with sweat and smirking with pride about the pain she'd inflicted during the depraved session. She was pleased to see that her mother's nude body was not much better than her own, and that her mother was as much of a submissive pain slut as was Janice.

"Well done, Janice. I'll leave you two to gather yourselves and walk to your apartment. Your mother's luggage has already been delivered there. Give her a hot bath and answer any questions she will have. Tomorrow, tell her the day's program follows my explicit instructions. First, shave her thoroughly, then teach her the positions for standing, sitting and kneeling. Make sure she wears one of your shelf bras and French cut panties, plus stockings, a garter belt and heels. I know they'll be a size too small for her. Add a collar and place one of those thick black rubber bands at the base of each of her tits, then show her the campus.

If she gives you any trouble, slap her face. If she's still difficult, slap her tits. I'll meet you both for dinner at 6:00 pm." Janice nodded. "As a special treat, I'll let you remove the clothespins now, but leave her gagged until you do. And Janice," I added, smiling into the slut's eyes, try not to be late for tea?"

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