The week begins

On Monday morning, Mia sat at her desk well before school started. When she heard the door knob turn she instinctively knew it was her mistress, here for an inspection. She stood, walked around the desk, and stood with her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands on the back of her head.

"I love an obedient ****," Jenna said as she entered the room, closing and locking the door behind her. A glance at Mia was all Jenna needed to know that the enslaved teacher had at least mostly complied with her dress code. Wordlessly she reached into Mia's shirt and felt her naked breasts. "Skirt." At her mistress' command, Mia reached down with both hands and lifted her skirt, revealing her freshly shaven pussy to the younger woman. Jenna took a moment to run her hand over Mia's pussy, then pay it twice. "Good girl, you may lower your skirt."

"Thank you, Mistress," Mia said as she let her skirt fall back into place. She was always relieved when an inspection was over.

"Are you ready for your task, Mia?"

"Yes, Mistress," she answered nervously. Jenna pulled two pairs of g-string panties in zip-lock baggies from her purse. One pair was red, the other black. On earth pair was a sticky note reading "From your future mistress. See you soon. XOXO.

"I masturbated in these after everyone left yesterday. The gym is empty during your free period, and thankfully, The Cho Twins play volleyball. I want you to go down to the gym, enter the girls' locker room, and leave a pair in each locker."

Mia gasped in fright. "B, b, but Mistress, what about cameras?"

"Not to worry, Mia, the cameras in the gym only run when the gym is in scheduled use, and there are no cameras in the locker rooms."

"I understand, Mistress," Mia said taking the zip-lock baggies and placing them in the top right-hand drawer of her desk.

"No need to send me a message, I'll know whether you were successful or not. Have a good day, Mia," Jenna said before kissing the enslaved teacher on the lips.

"You as well, Mistress," Mia said as she watched the pretty brunette leave the room.

Time seemed to crawl for Mia. Every time she looked at the drawer that contained her mistress' panties, she felt like the narrator from Edgar Alan Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart. Afraid that by some supernatural occurrence, the panties would free themselves of the baggies and the drawer and climb up onto the desk for any one of her classes to see.

Finally, her free period came, and she placed the two baggies in her purse, and headed for the gym. She slowly opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it empty. She entered the girls's locker room and quickly looked at the lockers. Just like when she was in high school only five short years ago, each locker had a strip of masking tape across it with the last name of one of the students scrawled on it in permanent marker. Her eyes stopped when she saw two lockers side by side the tape on the first read B. Cho, the second E. Cho. Seeing no obvious locks, she reached for the handle of the first locker. She lifted it, and with a quiet thud, the door opened. She took the red panties out of their baggie and tossed them into the locker. She repeated the process with the black pair and quickly left the locker room.

Two hours after Mia had completed her task. Jenna returned to school and made for the girls' locker room. She had been the first to arrive and began changing for Volleyball practice. Shortly after the rest of the team began to flow into the locker, room. Among them were Bethany and Elissa Cho.

"What the fuck?!" both twins asked in shock after opening their lockers and discovering the panties and the notes that had been attached to them.

"Who's idea of a sick fucking joke is this?" Elissa asked as she used a pen she kept in her locker to pick up the panties in her locker without touching them.

"Can I borrow that pen, 'Lis?" Bethany asked as she watched her twin throw away the undergarments that had been in her locker.

"Sure, Beth," she said as she handed the pen to her sister. Bethany took the pen, being careful not to touch where the panties had rested, and removed the panties from her locker.

"Soon you two will be begging to eat my pussy," Mia thought as she left the locker room. She, like the rest of the team, knew that the twins' parents, both doctors were out of town at a medical conference. She had already contacted Antonio, and he and his team were already making plans to abduct the two and deliver them to their new mistress.

When she returned home, she received a text from Diane. It contained no words, only a selfie. The photo showed the fit forty-two-year-old brunette in her sexy devil costume, holding a Hitachi wand between her legs with one hand. Mia smiled to herself and then sent the picture to Melissa.

Melissa sat in her room down the hall from her parents' room, reading a book. Her concentration was broken by the sound of her phone chiming. She looked at it and opened a message from her mistress with the picture of her mother. A second later, a second message appeared.

Mistress: Don't you have a naughty mommy?

**** Melissa: Yes, Mistress. Very naughty.

Mistress: Is, this the week that your dad is out of town visiting another church?

**** Melissa: Yes, Mistress.

Mistress: Then, your first tasks for this week will last all week and repeat anytime he is gone. You may expect additional tasks as well.

**** Melissa: What is my task, Mistress?

Mistress: When your dad is gone, you are in charge of the house. You will make a list of rules your mom will live by during those times once I approve of them. If she breaks these rules you will punish her.

**** Melissa: May I tell her that this is my task, Mistress?

Mistress: You may. Starting tonight, and continuing every night your dad is gone your mom will have a strict bedtime of 8:00. You will put her to bed in your room every night with a freshly spanked ass. You will take over her room. Am I understood?

**** Melissa: Yes, Mistress.

Mistress: Very good, I will be in touch later in the week with information on who you will be serving this weekend.

**** Melissa: I look forward to hearing from you, Mistress.

Mistress: One more thing, Melissa. Videos of your mom's nightly spankings along with any other punishment you give here are to be sent to me.

**** Melissa: Yes, Mistress.

With a heavy sigh, Melissa stood and walked to her parents' room. She entered without knocking, interrupting Diane as she was changing out of her devil costume. "Melissa, what are you doing?!" she asked in shock and covering herself.

"Mom, I got a task from Mistress, and I don't think you're going to like it," Melissa said completely ignoring the fact that her mom stood naked in front of her.

"Here, it will be easier if you just read it," Melissa said, handing Diane her phone.

"No, no way. I won't allow it," Diane said through gritted teeth.

"Mom! If we don't Mistress could sell me! I'm already rented out this weekend, do you want her to send me God only knows where for the rest of my life? Or at least until whoever buys me tires of me?"

"No, sweetheart, of course not."

"Okay, I'm going to start on some homework for my classes and think of some rules for you. I'm sure I'll have to think of some humiliating ones otherwise, I'm sure Mistress will," Melissa said before turning to leave the room. When she reached the door, she turned back around to face her mother. "Be in my... uh, your new room at ten 'til eight for your spanking." Diane sighed and nodded.

Not long after six, Lauren parked her car next to Mia's and went to the front door. She then stripped naked, leaving her clothes in a neat pile, sank to her knees, knocked on the door, and held her journal and collar up. The door opened revealing Mia, dressed in a black leather dress and matching knee-high wedge-heeled boots.

"You're late," she said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. There was a late meeting and..."

"I'm not interested in your excuses! If you're going to be late, you should at least inform me. My time is important, Lauren."

"Mistress, I..." she began before being silenced by a hard slap across her face.

"In the future, if you'll be late call or text me."

"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry."

"Get inside Lauren, you need to be punished." Without saying a word, Lauren crawled into her mistress' home, where Mia took her journal, then, placed the collar around Lauren's neck.

She then led her to a utility room in the back of the house. While the room was sizeable, it was largely empty. It contained little more than a washing machine and dryer, above which were cabinets Lauren guessed held detergent and other supplies. Near the dryer was a table with some folded laundry on it.

"Squat here with your feet apart and your arms straight out in front of you, palms up," Jenna ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said as she adopted the awkward position.

"Feet wider, wider. I'll tell you when to stop," Jenna said. She watched as Lauren slowly and awkwardly widened her stance until she began to struggle to maintain her balance. "Stop," Jenna said with a wicked smile. "To teach you the importance of time," she began as she set a timer on her phone for five minutes. "I want you to stay like that for five minutes. If you don't, I add another punishment for not holding position, then you start over," she said before starting the timer, and leaving her phone where Lauren could easily see it slowly counting down.

_"Oh God, I don't think I can do this," _she thought as she watched the phone. It had been a little more than a minute, and here muscles were starting to burn.

For five long minutes, Mia watched Lauren and began laughing at her when she started to tremble with the effort it took to hold position. Finally, the timer hit zero. "Stand up," Mia said. Slowly, Lauren stood her legs were sore and stiff. "What will you do if you're going to be late again?"

"I will let you know, Mistress," Lauren answered as she resisted the urge to rub her aching muscles.

"Good, now I have clothes laid out for you in the spare bedroom. Go get dressed and meet me in the kitchen for dinner.

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said before leaving the room.

When she got to the spare bedroom, she found a darkly colored suit jacket with a matching skirt that was extremely short, a pink button-down shirt, and pink shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. She quickly dressed, noting that if not for the skirt being so short it failed to cover her, she looked professional.

"Ah, perfect timing," Mia said as she dished out a plate of lemon-pepper chicken, steamed broccoli, and mashed potatoes, before placing it on the table with an identical plate already sitting on it.

Just after 7:45, Melissa hit record on her phone, checking to make sure it got a clear view of her bed. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a soft knock on the door. She quietly tried to compose herself as she made her way to the bed and took a seat at its foot. "Come in," she called. A second later, the door opened and Diane walked in wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and short white shorts that showed off her toned legs. She walked over to Melissa and stood next to her.

"Okay, Melissa, how do you want to do this?" Diane asked nervously.

"Mistress wants your ass red, so you might as well get your shorts down, and get across my lap." Diane sighed as she lowered her shorts revealing her freshly shaven pusy to her daughter, and the camera. She then lowered herself over her daughter's lap. Melissa rested her left hand on her mother's lower back, and her right hand on her ass, causing the older woman to flinch. "Are you ready, Mom?"

"Yes, please Melissa, just get it over with."

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A few minutes past 8:00, Jenna sat on the couch with Lauren between her legs, gently lapping at her pussy. Her phone chimed when she received a message from Melissa. She smiled when she saw that it was a fairly long video. "Lauren, would you like to watch Diane get spanked by her daughter?"

"Yes, please, Mistress," Lauren answered with a smile.

"Then come sit on my lap, and keep your sexy legs spread. I'm going to play with your pussy, but, no cumming."

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said as she sat on Mia's lap and spread her legs wide. Without another word, Mia cast the video to the TV and pressed play. The video opened with Melissa sitting on her bed dressed in Jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and white sneakers. There was a knock at the door, and Melissa gave permission to enter. Diane walked in, clearly dressed for bed.

"Okay, Melissa, how do you want to do this?"

"Mistress wants your ass red, so you might as well get your shorts down, and get across my lap." The pair watched as Diane did as she was told and lowered herself into position. "Are you ready, Mom?"

"Yes, please Melissa, just get it over with." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! As Melissa began spanking Diane, Mia began playing with Lauren's pussy.

"Ow! Ow! Oh, Melissa please, that's enough!" Diane said as she squirmed on her daughter's lap as her spanking continued.

"Your ass isn't red yet Mom, and I'm not getting sold off because of you." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Melissa continued to spank Diane, each swat getting progressively harder, and soon, the older woman was struggling, crying, and kicking wildly.

"Please, Melissa, no more! Please!"

"Hold still, Mom, just a few more," Melissa said as she put more of her weight down on her forearm. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After five more hard swats Melissa stopped and looked at her alarm clock. It was now three minutes until 8:00. She looked down at Diane, who lay on her lap, limp and sobbing with her head hung low in shame. "Alright, Mom, get up." Slowly Diane rose from her daughter's lap.

"Oh, that hurt so bad," Diane said as she rubbed her sore ass.

"Turn around, Mom, and stick your ass out towards my phone so Mistress can get a good look. Slowly Diane turned around and bent over slightly giving the camera of Melissa's phone a good view of her reddened ass. "Alright, Mom, time for bed," Melissa said as she pulled the covers back. Diane crawled into her daughter's bed and was quickly tucked in.

"See you in the morning, Mom," Melissa said before grabbing her phone, shutting off the light, and leaving the room.

"Melissa did a good job spanking Diane, don't you think, Mistress?" Lauren asked.

"Yes, and clearly you enjoyed it," Mia said with a slight laugh as held up her hand, her fingers glistening with Lauren's juices. "Clean it off."

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said before taking her mistress' fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean.

"Good girl," Mia said as she stroked Lauren's hair with her free hand. "Other than being late, you have been acceptably good, so why don't you go upstairs and pick out a strap-on, I'll be up to fuck you in a minute."

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said as she got off of her mistress' lap and went up the stairs as fast as she dared in her heels. Mia smiled as she picked up her phone and sent a text to Melissa.

Melissa lay in her parents bed when her phone chimed indicating she had received a text. She nervously looked at it, knowing it was from her mistress.

Mistress: You did very well. However, tomorrow night you are to use an implement of your choosing.

**** Melissa: Thank you, Mistress. I will do as you wish.

Mistress: You are to send whatever rules Diane must live by when under your care to me no later than 5:00 PM tomorrow. I will let you know whether or not I approve. Whatever other rules you impose, one of them will be this, when you are in charge, Diane will call you Mommy.

**** Melissa: I will let Mom know in the morning.

Mistress: You will let DIANE know in the morning. Have a good night, Melissa.

**** Melisssa: Good night, Mistress.