______ swallowed hard as she recalled that recent and mortifying Saturday, now she understood something. She caught the waitress staring and hastily fussed with the spoon in her cup and ducked her head.

That day she had been in the bath and bottom very definitely and embarrassingly up. When Mrs Jessica had thumbed a healthy scoop of Vaseline onto her tiny nether bud she had gasped; if it had been possibly to literally die of shame, then she would have done so, but there had been no such luck.

The housemother had been generous in her application of the petroleum gunk, even letting her thumb ease inside a little. Then she had felt something sterner and altogether larger.

“Oh Jesus,” ______ had squealed, “What the… what are you doing?”

“The thermometer will make sure you aren’t sick,” Mrs Jessica told her seriously, “But since it was designed for horses it will push the lubricant deeper in for you.”

“Noooo don’t,” ______ wailed as her jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Think yourself lucky young lady, in my day the only easing came via carbolic and that can really make your eyes water, as one day I will show you. But I know this is a first for you so…” Mrs Jessica sounded almost caring.

“B-but,” ______ didn’t really know what to say.

“When I was in your position, my housemother usually had three or four of us in a row for this. The bathrooms weren’t so private either and a senior girl was often drafted to supervise while we waited for… well, whatever came next,” Mrs Main chuckled, “You really have no idea how Spartan college life was in Green Light town some 20-odd years ago.”

“B-b-but, but, but,” _______ muttered, suddenly overwhelmed by the strange sensations.

“A little deeper I think,” the house mother said cheerfully.

_______ lunged forward as she groaned.

“Listen… I don’t… I can’t… you can’t do this,” _______ spluttered, sure now that she would die.

“What was that?” Mrs Jessica asked sharply.

“I mean… I know I said…” _______ forced the words out through a clamped jaw.

“Do we have to go back to the days when you had to go across my knee for every little rebellion?” the housemother scolded.

N-no, I just…”

“I am so glad to hear it,” Mrs Jessica sighed and then to _______’s relief tugged the large glass tube free of the young woman’s bottom hole.

_______ collapsed onto her elbows and sagged into panting confusion. At least it was over, never had she felt so… exposed? Her train of thought was interrupted by a startle as something bigger pressed her intimate bud.

“This is one of my smaller funnels,” the housemother said soothingly, “Think yourself lucky I am not using a plunger.”

The tightness gave way to painful stretching and _______ belt her eyes bug in her head.

“The nozzle is only about five inches on this one and there is a narrowing to help hold it near the flared part,” Mrs Jessica explained as she let the funnel settle in a position so that it protruded from _____’s bottom.

“It won’t… it won’t… it’s slipping,” _______ wailed.

“Just a moment,” came the reply. Then a splash of water turned to a flood.

The sensation was intense, the molten assault was almost too hot and touched her deeper than anything ever, ever had. It was even more intimate than and in another arena… but then _______ felt the pressure.

“Th-that’s enough,” _______ gasped.

“Nonsense, this is only the start, just a quick primer if you like,” Mrs Jessica talked slow like she was concentrating.

“N-no, no really… this is… ahhh, please I… I can’t…” _______’s groan might have been heard up the hall and she had to clench tight.

“Now hold that,” Mrs Jessica said at last as she reached for a watch.

Three times Mrs Jessica let _______ empty herself before a longer fuller refill and three times _______ cried like a little girl and promised to be good.

For the second the housemother employed a bigger funnel, which was way big enough. She had to hold it longer too. But nothing prepared her for the third intrusion.

The hose was almost as big as a gardener’s and filled _______ like a snake. The other end was attached to a rubber bag which Mrs Jessica hung from the shower rail.

“This one has something interesting in among the soap and water you will find…” the housemother began.

“Oh… ah, nnngh, oh my God,” ______ groaned.

“Oh I see you have found that out,” the older woman chuckled, “Now I am going to leave you with that one for a while.”

The next long while had been torment enough, but then Mrs Jessica had introduced her to an old sorority trick.

“I think that’s enough of that for now, I bet you have never been so thoroughly cleansed,” the housemother chuckled.

“No Ma’am,” _______ said as she collapsed with relief.

All the same she was still bottom up in a very humiliating position.

“Now in my sorority days pledges had to go smooth, you know down there and just to makes sure us precious little brats, and we were, got the message there was a way of making sure you knew the rules,” Mrs Jessica began.

_______ sagged, apprehensive now about what was coming.

“In my day we used a candle, for… all kinds of things, but young women are so liberated today. I confiscated this off of one of my girls,” the older woman said disapprovingly. “It’s not too big, it should fit.”

_______ looked back in horror, “fit?” what was she doing? Then she saw the pink in the housemother’s hand.

“Don’t worry, no batteries, and strangely the girl who had this swore she didn’t need it anymore, well once I paddled her three ways from Sunday,” Mrs Jessica gave _______ an evil grin. Then pressing the pink plastic to _____’s bottom she pressed it gently home. “I already soaped it, it should… there,” she added.

“Oh God,” _______ gasped. She was just wondering what the tweezers were for when Mrs Jessica explained.

“Now I am going to…” the housemother’s words were interrupted by a wholesome scream from _______, “…Pluck these hairs for you. One by one until I get bored, just as we did in the old days. You’ll never forget this and I intend that you shouldn’t”

“Oh come on… ouch,” _______ gasped, but she was still more worried about the tight fit in her bottom, for some reason she hated that it slipped a little like she might expel it. Surely that was a good thing? But it was unsettling all the same. Then she shrieked again.

“Until you get bored?” _______ asked anxiously.

“Yes, sorry about that, but this would take for ever and I only need 15 or 20 minutes to make a point. Memorable no, especially when I take them from… here?”

The sharp tug was right at the bud and _________ squealed before groaning for several moments.

“You get it, don’t you? I mean, you will never forget this day and that is the whole point,” Mrs Jessica said kindly.

“But… but…” _______ sniffed, struggling now not to cry.

“Now, now, I’ll shave you close when I am done, that way the memory will last,” Mrs Jessica smiled. “Save your tears for another spanking afterwards, I may even cane you.”

_______ gaped.

“I know, you can thank me another time,” the housemother said with a wink.

_______ shifted on her seat, still conscious of the fresh bristle grown down below where it hadn’t quite grown back. 

_______ shook her head and dismissed the enquiry with a smile. Mrs Jessica was an old hand at this game and she must have seen _______ for what she was from the very start. Okay, I get it now, _______ thought. But the truth was she knew now that she always had, why else had she put up with the housemother’s crazy regime? No not crazy, if it didn’t exist then _______ would have seen it invented, only… only what?

She shifted on the seat again and knew Mrs Jessica was right, her memories where indelibly fixed now and she had learned. Not that the housemother wouldn’t continue to teach, _______’s fate was sealed in that regard. No she would have to make other arrangements now that she now knew what they needed to be and she already had a plan.

A plan to continue her love for submission to spankings. A plan to continue loving Mrs Jessica and own it when she confess to her face to face directly when the time comes in the near future. Until then she’s going to venture how deep is her love.