From: achilds@icis.on.ca (Amber C.)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ALC : Diane's Punishment (F/f, pee, scat)
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 1996 15:03:45 GMT

			  Diane's Punishment

	Diane was a very unhappy young lady. Here she was, eighteen
years old, old enough to drive, and old enough to vote, yet in her
parent's eyes, not old enough to stay home alone while they were away.
It just wasn't fair. And the worst part was the "babysitter" who was
staying with her: Aunt Jane.

	Diane was more or less used to getting her own way. She was an
only child, and, while she wasn't exactly spoiled, her father
generally gave in to whatever she asked for. She had never gotten in
any serious trouble, but had always been mischievous and liked to play
practical jokes. She had really wanted to have the house to herself,
and couldn't help thinking about the partying and fun she'd now be
missing out on.

	Diane really didn't know Aunt Jane very well. She was her
father's youngest sister, who lived in California, but her father
never talked much about her. Until now she had never come to visit
Diane's family, and Diane had never been to visit her. In fact the
only times they had ever met were at family functions such as a
cousin's wedding a few years ago. There had been only two or three
such meetings, so really it was like being with a stranger in the
house. Diane wasn't even sure why she was visiting now. Apparently
she had some business to attend to in town for several days and needed
a place to stay. Diane's parents had offered their home and had taken
the opportunity to take some vacation time as long as she was there.
They were going to be gone a whole week, which in this situation
seemed like forever.

	The first evening with Aunt Jane had not gone well. She had
arrived late Friday afternoon, and Diane's parents had shown her
around, left instructions and then taken off almost immediately. After
that, Aunt Jane disappeared into the guest room until it was time to
prepare dinner. The only remark Aunt Jane made during the meal was
something about the way girls wore such short skirts nowadays, and how
disgraceful it would have been when she was Diane's age. The two of
them had eaten together in almost total silence after that, and when
dinner was over, Diane had gone straight to her room where she sulked
the rest of the night.

	Aunt Jane even looked weird, Diane reflected. First of all,
she was very small and thin. She dressed all in black and wore no
makeup. She kept her sweater buttoned all the way to her throat and
wore a tight leather skirt that came down past her knees. Her hair was
pulled tightly into a bun behind her head, and she wore high black
boots with pointed toes and three inch heels.

	By the next day, however, Diane had decided that since there
was nothing she could do to change the situation, she might as well
try to make the best of it. First she showered and then proceeded to
get dressed. She put on a loose sweater that wouldn't accentuate her
rather large breasts. Then she wore one of her plainest, longest
skirts, a plaid pleated one that still only came to about three inches
above her knees. Underneath she had put on ordinary white cotton hip
hugger briefs. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked
"presentable" enough.

	When she got downstairs, Aunt Jane was sitting on the couch
reading the newspaper. She was dressed similar to the way she had been
the evening before. Diane greeted her and started to make some small
talk about school and some of the things she was doing. Surprisingly
Aunt Jane responded and before long they were having a pleasant
conversation leading to some stories about Aunt Jane's school days and
her life out in California. The conversation continued through
breakfast and by the time they had finished the dishes Diane was
starting to think that her time with Aunt Jane might not turn out to
be so horrible after all.

	It was during the course of this conversation that Aunt Jane
casually mentioned that today was her birthday. Diane felt badly that
she hadn't known about it and hadn't had a chance to do something
special. She started to say something about it, but Aunt Jane
interrupted, telling her that nothing was necessary and then
immediately changed the subject. Nevertheless, it remained in the
back of Diane's mind, and a few minutes later, when the opportunity
arose, Diane impulsively acted on it.

	It happened when Aunt Jane got up and went to her purse to get
some pictures to show Diane. The purse was sitting on a low table in
front of the couch. As Aunt Jane bent over, Diane rushed up to her,
grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up over her hips
exposing Aunt Jane's derriere. To her surprise, was encased in a
heavy, white open bottom girdle. Underneath she had on white cotton
full cut panty briefs. Diane also noticed several garters on each leg
extending down from the girdle to the tops of her black stocking.
Diane hesitated a second, then began to administer a birthday spanking
consisting of ten light slaps with her open hand applied quickly to
the outside of the girdle - plus one for good luck.

	Almost before Diane had finished, Aunt Jane straightened up
and turned. Pulling her skirt back down to its proper place, she
exclaimed.

	"YOUNG LADY!! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!"

	Diane backed away immediately, shocked by this reaction.

	"What manner is this in which to act toward your elders!" Aunt
Jane went on, "Haven't your parents taught you any respect? I've never
heard of such a thing before!"

	"I... I... I'm sorry, Aunt Jane," Diane stammered, "It was
just a little birthday spanking. We always do it to one another. I
didn't mean any harm."

	"Indeed!" Aunt Jane responded. "Well I find your behavior most
inappropriate for a girl your age. I think it's clear that some
discipline is in order."

	Diane didn't like the sound of that. She had never been
severely punished for anything before, not physically anyway. The tone
of Aunt Jane's voice and her threatening looks were beginning to
frighten Diane. However, what really scared her was when Aunt Jane
marched out of the room and came back a few seconds later with a flat
wooden paddle. It was about 18 inches long, 3 inches wide and about an
inch thick with a handle at one end. It looked like it could really
hurt when properly applied, and Diane's stomach was beginning to do
flip-flops with fear. Although, Diane was physically larger than her
aunt, there was something about her air of authority that was very
intimidating.

	"Oh please Aunt Jane," she pleaded. "Don't hit me with that. I
promise I'll be good. I'll never do it again."

	"Oh I'm sure you won't," Aunt Jane responded with an evil
smile, as she slapped the paddle against her hand with a loud smack.

	That was all it took. Diane's stomach knotted up. She was now
truly terrified. Suddenly she became aware of a splashing sound on the
rug and a feeling of warm wetness in the crotch of her panties and
flowing down her legs. In fear she had totally lost control and was
peeing right through her cotton panties. Even after she became aware
of what she was doing, she was powerless to stop it, and for several
seconds just stood there as the pee continued it's flow. She felt the
spreading wetness as it crept up the front and back of her panties. As
she realized that her skirt was about to get wet also, she quickly
grabbed the hem and raised it above her waist, totally exposing her
dripping panties to the now astonished Aunt Jane.

	"OH MY HEAVENS!! YOU'RE PEEING YOUR PANTIES!! YOU NASTY
GIRL!!" exclaimed Aunt Jane.

	Diane was practically paralyzed in fear at this point and
continued to wet herself until her bladder was entirely drained. At
that time she dropped her skirt and just stood there watching to see
what her aunt would do next.

	"I can't believe it!! You peed right into your panties!! Your
panties are totally soaked, not to mention the rug. This calls for
severe punishment. Come over here, missy, NOW!!"

	As if in a trance, Diane did as she was told. "Please, Aunt
Jane," she sobbed again. "Please don't paddle me. I didn't mean it.
Please."

	"Lay down across my lap, young lady," replied Aunt Jane
sternly, as she seated herself on the couch.

	Diane continued to sob, but she did as instructed. When she
was properly situated, Aunt Jane grabbed her skirt and once again
pulled it past her hips, exposing her wet panties which were now
stretched tightly across her upraised, quivering bottom. Without
another word, Aunt Jane brought the paddle down, striking her left
cheek with a loud SMACK.

	Actually, the first one didn't feel so bad. Neither did the
next few as Aunt Jane alternated the strokes from one cheek to the
other. Diane was beginning to think this form of punishment might not
be so bad after all. However, as the blows continued, they began to
sting more and more, until by the tenth one, she was squirming and
once again begging Aunt Jane to stop. Aunt Jane continued steadily
though.

	SMACK. "Oh Aunt Jane, please stop!!" SMACK. "Ow. Oh please, no
more!!" SMACK. "OW!" SMACK. "OOHH!! PLEASE!!" SMACK. "OWW!!"

	Aunt Jane didn't say a word, but kept paddling.

	Each stroke was now like a red hot iron being applied to
Diane's tender bottom. The wetness of her panties made it feel even
worse. Still the paddling continued with Diane jumping and squirming
with each stroke and pleading for her aunt to stop.

	All at once, through the pain, another feeling became apparent
to Diane. It was a warm, full feeling starting in the pit of her
stomach and slowly creeping toward her rear. Diane now realized that
in her fear and pain she was beginning to feel something stirring in
her bowels.

	"Aunt Jane, please wait. I have to use the bathroom."

	Aunt Jane replied with well placed smack on the left cheek
sending another fiery message to Diane's body. The pressure and
rumbling inside grew stronger.

	"You already did that, remember" Aunt Jane said, menacingly.

	"Please Aunt Jane! Let me go! This time I have to poop!"

	"Not so fast, young lady," she responded, "You're not going to
get out of your punishment with that trick."

	"But Aunt Jane, it's true. If I don't get to the bathroom
soon, I'm going to mess myself."

	The pressure was definitely building now, and Diane could feel
it pushing against her anal opening. She just had to have some relief
soon. Instead she felt another blow to her right cheek. How much
longer could she hold on? Two more blows followed, and Diane knew she
couldn't last much longer.

	"Aunt Jane, PLEASE!!!" she cried, "I'm going to poop my
panties if you don't let me go NOW!!"

	The response was another smack, even harder than the others.
Diane jumped and the load in her bowels seemed to move even lower Now
her rear was almost numb. As the next blow landed on her left cheek,
she could feel her sphincter muscles failing, and she realized she
just couldn't hold it in any longer. Now she could feel a warm, wet
sensation up between her cheeks as her asshole expanded further.

	"Ohhh, Aunt Jane, it's happening," she cried. "I'm pooping
myself."

	Sure enough she had totally lost control. She could feel her
bowels starting to evacuate and the load begin to pass out through her
now extended anal opening and into the seat of her panties. It felt
very soft and loose and made a crackling sound as it passed through.
As the poop contacted the cotton fabric it began to spread out,
causing her panties to bulge and filling the cleft between her cheeks.
The odor of fresh shit filled the air. Aunt Jane had her paddle
raised for another stroke when she realized what was happening.

	"Oh my gosh! You ARE pooping your panties!! I can't believe
it."

	Diane was no longer making any attempt to hold back now and
the huge, soft load continued to slide out ever faster into the seat
of her panties. As her panties filled, because of her awkward
position on Aunt Jane's lap, the poop moved downwards to fill the
space between her thighs. It felt squishy and warm.

	"Ohhh no. I'm doing it. I'm filling my panties with poop.
Ohhh!!" Diane continued to sob.

	"I can't believe it," repeated Aunt Jane. "You're doo-dooing
your panties. You're pooping yourself like a little girl. How can you
do such a thing?"

	Finally it was all out, and her anus slowly closed. Diane's
panties now showed a large bulge in the seat and hung down between her
legs. There was a wide dark stain forming as well. One of the elastic
legs had been pulled away from her body and the brown mass was clearly
visible through the opening. Diane just lay there, exhausted and
embarrassed, not knowing what to do next.

	Aunt Jane was still repeating over and over: "You doo-dooed
yourself. You loaded your pants. I can't believe it. There's no
excuse for this!"

	Suddenly the paddle descended again even harder than before.
It made contact with the load of poop, spreading it around even more,
and flattening the bulge. Aunt Jane, practically out of control,
continued her paddling repeating as she did each stroke, "There's no
excuse for this. Pooping your panties like a child. Doo-dooing
yourself. How disgusting. Anyone who does such a thing deserves to be
punished."

	Luckily for Diane, most of the blows were absorbed by the load
of shit which acted like padding between her already tender cheeks and
the paddle. However, her entire rear and thighs became totally
smeared.

	Finally, Aunt Jane put the paddle aside and Diane was allowed
to get up. Still sobbing she made her way to the bathroom, closed the
door and turned to examine herself in the mirror. The seat of her
panties was dark brown, and runny poop was leaking through the legs
and down her thighs. As she removed her shitty panties a good part of
the load came with them, but a lot remained smeared between her cheeks
and even caught in her pussy hair. She could also see that both
cheeks were now a bright red. Dropping her panties on the floor, she
started the shower and climbed in to clean herself up.

	She remained under the shower for a long time. When she got
out she noticed her rear was still red and that it hurt even to touch
it. She carefully put on some fresh clothes and headed for the laundry
room with her soiled undies. After rinsing them off in the tub, she
started to place them in the hamper when she noticed something. There
near the top was a pair of white cotton full cut briefs, identical to
the ones Diane had seen on Aunt Jane when she gave her her birthday
spanking. The only difference was that these had a large brown stain
in the rear and fair amount of dried poop still present in the seat.
Diane picked them up and examined them carefully. She was sure no one
else in the house had panties like that.

	With determination in her stride, and the panties dangling
from her fingers, she marched back to the living room where her aunt
was still seated on the couch reading.

	"Oh Aunt Ja-a-ane," she called out with a lilt in her voice.
"Guess what I-I-I found."

	As Aunt Jane looked up and saw the pooped panties hanging in
front of her, her eyes widened.

	"Oh, uh-well, I can explain that-uh," she continued to
stammer, "In the cab... on the way here. There was a delay... no place
to go. I couldn't hold it. Just an accident. Could happen to anyone."

	"That's odd," replied Diane, with determination in her voice.
"I thought you told me there was no excuse for pooping your pants. I
thought anyone who did that deserved to be punished. Right Aunt Jane?"

	"Uh-yes. I know I said that... but-uh-this was different."

	"Oh, I don't think so dear Aunt Jane," Diane replied sweetly.

	Then before her aunt could react further, Diane was on the
couch pulling the smaller woman by the shoulders across her lap. At
the same time she grabbed the paddle and once again yanked up her
aunt's skirt exposing her girdled derriere and elastic garters. This
was to be no playful birthday spanking. Pulling up on the bottom of
the girdle, Diane administered a hard smack with the paddle across
both upraised cheeks. Aunt Jane yelped and jumped, but Diane had a
good hold with her other hand, and there was no escape. Again and
again the paddle came down hard, until Aunt Jane was in tears, begging
and pleading for her to stop, promising to do anything she asked.
Diane realized that now she was in full control, and the feeling as
she continued to administer punishment aroused her like nothing she
had ever experienced before.

	"Hmmm, You'll do anything, Aunt Jane?" she asked.

	"Yes!! Yes!! Anything you want," Jane sobbed.

	The feeling of dominance was like an aphrodisiac, and to
Diane's astonishment, her pussy began to moisten and tingle.

	"Well," Diane thought as the blows continued to land and she
considered her aunt's pleas, "The next few days may turn out to be
some fun after all."

			       The End