Diane 2 - Diane Strikes Back

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Posted by Raffles on March 06, 1998 at 10:45

Here's part 2 of Diane's story. This is new...also fiction.

DIANE STRIKES BACK
by Raffles

Diane hardly slept at all that night. For one thing, her blistered bottom was so painful from Aunt Jane’s paddling that she couldn’t even lie on it. Instead she spent the whole night on her side and stomach. That wasn’t the main thing keeping her awake though. She was angry. She absolutely had to find some way to get back at Aunt Jane. She had to humiliate her-- make her suffer. And it had to happen quickly--before Diane’s parents returned from their vacation and Aunt Jane left to go back to California.

Diane reflected on last evening’s events. Aunt Jane had been wrong to spank her for accidentally peeing herself. After all, it could have happened to anyone. And she wasn’t some little kid, but an 18 year old young lady who was much too old for paddlings. Besides it was all Aunt Jane’s fault that Diane had pooped her panties while the spanking was being administered. Diane had tried to tell her aunt that she needed to go to the toilet. She begged her to ease up, but Aunt Jane just wouldn’t listen. She kept on and on, paddling Diane’s bottom until she just couldn’t hold it in any more. Finally Diane simply lost control. She remembered how ashamed she felt laying face down on Aunt Jane's lap, her burning bottom sticking up in the air...then feeling her sphincter let go and the soft poop sliding out of her asshole right into the seat of her undies. And finally, for Aunt Jane to paddle her even harder on her poopy bottom after her embarrassing, messy accident... Well, it was all just too unfair.

Diane knew she’d been lucky later on to find Aunt Jane’s own pooped-in panties in the laundry. Now she had something even more embarrassing to hold over Aunt Jane’s head. She was pretty certain that no matter what she did now, Aunt Jane wasn’t likely to report it to her parents and allow the whole story to come out. The return spanking she’d given her aunt wasn’t nearly enough of a payback though. Back then Aunt Jane had promised she’d do anything Diane asked. Of course Diane knew that promise didn’t mean anything. It was given just to avoid the paddling. So she concentrated. There had to be a way to truly get even, and she would think of one if it took all night.

By early morning, Diane had formed an outline of a plan--one that she thought would be very appropriate. It need some preparation though, so Diane quietly got up and made her way downstairs. Her preparations took about an hour, and by the time she heard Aunt Jane moving around, she was back in bed pretending to be sound asleep.

She could hear when Aunt Jane entered the bathroom across the hall. A second later there was the tinkle of pee and almost immediately afterwards, the sound of the toilet being flushed. Diane was positive her aunt hadn’t pooped.

“Good,” she thought. “That should make things even better later on.”

Later at breakfast Diane and Aunt Jane hardly said a word to each other. It was obvious that they both were still thinking about the events of the evening before, and trying to decide how to react to them. Diane noted that Aunt Jane was still wearing her usual outfit: tight black leather skirt, laced boots and a black bulky sweater. She wondered if her aunt was still wearing her open bottom girdle underneath. Well, if things worked out, she’d find out soon enough.

After they had finished eating, Aunt Jane began cleaning up while Diane, without explanation, disappeared through the door leading down to the basement. She had only been gone about five minutes when Aunt Jane heard a short, high pitched scream.

“Oh! Aunt Jane, come down here quick!” Diane squealed from below. “I think I saw a mouse!”

Aunt Jane sighed, grabbed a broom from the broom closet, and started down the stairs. As she reached the bottom and turned the corner, she felt herself being grabbed from behind. Immediately she smelled something sweet from a cloth being pressed against her face. She tried hard to pull away, but suddenly felt very sleepy. Then there was nothing.

Diane was breathing heavily both from the anticipation and the brief struggle with her aunt. She had forgotten how strong Aunt Jane was, especially for such a thin woman. Now, however, she was lying on the floor, totally unconscious. Diane was pretty sure she’d be out for at least ten minutes, so she quickly ran upstairs to put the spray can of ether back in the medicine chest. Then, after making a brief telephone call, she headed back down the stairs.

Aunt Jane was just where Diane had left her, at the foot of the stairs. Grabbing her by the arms, Diane dragged her to the center of the room. As quickly as she could, Diane removed Aunt Jane’s sweater, and then her bra Next she tied two soft pieces of clothesline tightly around her wrists and looped the long ends over the steel beam that ran across the ceiling. Then, pulling hard on both, Diane hoisted Aunt Jane’s limp body upwards. Fortunately, she was very light. The trickiest part though was getting her to just the right height--not totally off the floor, but high enough so that she couldn’t rest all of her weight on her feet. Diane unlaced and removed her boots, and finally, after several adjustments, she had her aunt suspended to where she would be able to just stand on her toes, but no more. Then she fastened the ropes securely overhead.

Next, she unzipped and removed her aunt’s long, black skirt. She was somewhat surprised to see that Aunt Jane wasn’t wearing her girdle. Instead, all she wore were plain, white cotton, full cut panties which fit quite snugly over her hips and buttocks. Diane pulled them down part way and examined her aunt’s body closely for the first time.

Although her aunt was very thin, Diane realized that she didn’t have a bad figure. Her breasts were small, but they were firm and had aureoles the size of half dollars with very pointy nipples. Her narrow waist flared out to a pair of hips which were well muscled and nicely proportioned. Her pubic mound was covered by a silky, untrimmed patch of dark curly hair which extended down to her thick outer pussy lips. She had a pert, round derriere which showed no signs of middle aged droop (maybe there was something to this girdle business after all), and her thighs and legs were perfectly shaped. If Aunt Jane hadn’t chosen to dress so strangely, Diane thought, she would probably have made a reasonably attractive model. Spreading her aunt’s butt cheeks Diane examined the tight anal ring. The area around it was dark brown and entirely hairless.

Satisfied with her examination, Diane considered for a moment and then decided to pull the panties back up. Leaving them on was better for what she had in mind. The last thing she did was to add another rope to bind her aunt’s ankles together. Now her preparations were complete, and there was nothing more to do but stand back and wait for her aunt to regain consciousness. Diane's timing had been perfect, because after just a few more minutes, her aunt groaned and began to move.

“Mmmmmmm. Where am I? What happened?” Aunt Jane called out, groggily. She was unable to see Diane, who was standing to her rear.

Suddenly aware of her positioning and her semi-nakedness, Aunt Jane became fully conscious and looked around her. Her voice rose.

“What is this!? Who did this!? Someone help me!!

“Don’t worry dear aunt,” Diane cooed from behind her. “Everything’s going to be all right. You just relax.”

Aunt Jane stretched her neck to turn around. “Diane? Is that you? What are you doing? And where are my clothes? You let me down this instant!”

“All in good time Aunty dear. All in good time. But first there are some things we need to do for you.” Diane purred sweetly.

“Diane! What’s come over you?” Stop this immediately.” Aunt Jane demanded, still trying to turn her head. “If you don’t release me at once I’ll scream.”

“Oh I have a solution for that.” Diane replied. Quickly she looped a knotted handkerchief over her aunt’s head and across her mouth. Aunt Jane tried to struggle and yell, but could make only muffled noises. After a minute, she was quiet.

“Very good. Now listen to me carefully Aunt Jane,” Diane commanded, “You and I are going to have a little party. A bit of a payback for last night. I don’t want to hurt you, but how far it goes and how gentle I am will depend on your cooperation. Believe me, you’ll be much better off if you don’t cause trouble, and that includes any screaming or yelling for help.

“Besides,” continued Diane as she removed the handkerchief, “we’re in the basement where the walls are concrete. And the people in the house next door are old and hard of hearing. I don’t think screaming will do you much good, but if you try it, I’ll just be forced to gag you again, and I know you wouldn’t want that.”

Aunt Jane remained silent for another twenty seconds. When she spoke again, her voice was icy calm,

“What are you planning to do to me?”

“Well, that’s better,” responded Diane lightly. “I’ve prepared something kind of special. It pretty much goes along with what happened last night. Remember how you spanked me and made me poop my panties then? That wasn’t very nice of you. Soooo, I thought I might return the favor. Besides, they say these things are very good for you every so often”

With that, Diane moved to the side so she would be within her aunt’s vision. As she did, she brought out a red two quart enema bag complete with hose and nozzle. The bag bulged out at the sides and was clearly full.

Aunt Jane’s eyes widened. “What are you going to do with that? Are you going to give that to me? No!! You can’t do this!”

“Oh, I think I can, Aunt Jane. Who’s going to stop me?” Diane replied. “You just relax. You might even like it. I’ll bet you even take them at home when you’re alone, don’t you, Aunt Jane? I understand some people get off on that sort of thing.”

“I most certainly do NOT!” responded Aunt Jane indignantly. “And I don’t intend to allow it now. Now this foolishness has gone far enough. If you don’t release me immediately, I’ll certainly give a full report of these goings on to your parents. I might even call the police. Either way, I’m sure you’ll be severely punished.”

For a second, Diane hesitated. Aunt Jane sounded awfully serious. Maybe Diane had bitten off more than she could chew.

Now my dear, I’ll tell you what.” Aunt Jane continued softening her voice. “If you’ll just let me down and give me back my clothes right now, I won’t say a thing to your parents or anyone. We can go about our business and forget this ever happened.”

Of course Diane didn't believe a word, but the tone of conciliation was all she needed to hear. Now she knew she’d been right about Aunt Jane all along. Aunt Jane wasn’t about to expose her own behavior by telling anyone anything.

“Oh I don’t think so, Aunt Jane,” Diane replied confidently. “You see, if you tell anyone about this, I might have to talk about how you hit me last night...how you paddled me so badly it made me have a messy accident in my panties. I think someone might call that child abuse, don’t you? And then I’d have to show them my poor behind which still has all those bruises. Some of them probably won’t go away for days. Why I’d probably even have to show them how I found your panties in the laundry, all full of poop. You know, I put them away last night for just such an occasion. Just imagine what they’d think of a grown woman who hits kids, but can’t keep from pooping herself like a little baby.”

Aunt Jane remained quiet for a full minute, just hanging from her arms and balancing herself on her toes, naked except for a pair of white cotton panty briefs. When she finally spoke, her manner had changed completely.

“All right. What do you want, then?” She asked quietly.

“Nothing really, Aunt Jane,” Diane responded mockingly. “Just to make you feel better. I know you didn’t poop this morning, and I think you need something to help you along.”

“Oh Diane, you don’t have to do this to me,” Aunt Jane began to plead. “Maybe we can work something out. Can I do something for you? Do you want me to buy you anything? Just tell me what you want!!”

Diane just smiled. She didn’t answer, but instead pulled out a jar of Vaseline, opened it, and began to slowly lubricate the nozzle at the end of the hose.

Seeing this, Aunt Jane’s pleading became more insistent and she began to struggle in an attempt to get loose.

“Diane, please!! Don’t put that in me!” Aunt Jane begged as she twisted and writhed against the ropes that continued to hold her firmly. “Please!! I promise, no more spankings! I’ll do anything you say for the rest of my visit!!

Paying no attention to her aunt’s pleas, Diane now approached her from the rear. In a second Diane had her hand under the leg of Aunt Jane’s panties and her finger in the cleft between her butt cheeks. Then she was smearing the Vaseline all around her anal opening. Aunt Jane struggled harder against the ropes, nearly sobbing now.

“Nooo!! Nooo!! Please, Diane don’t!! ... OH!!

There was a sudden intake of breath from Aunt Jane as Diane unexpectedly inserted the slippery tip of her finger up and into her anus. After a few seconds of circular massage, it was withdrawn. Still sobbing, Aunt Jane squeezed her cheeks together, tightening her anal opening against further assault. Her body continued bucking and twisting and her voice rose.

“DIANE, NO!! PLEASE DON’T!! OH, HELP ME SOMEONE!!

Annoyed by her aunt’s shrill protests, Diane withdrew her hand, set down the bag and hose and picked up the knotted handkerchief

“Well, Aunt Jane, you asked for this,” she muttered as she quickly placed the gag over her head and into her mouth, tightening it and cutting off the flow of words. Once again there was nothing but muffled sounds although Aunt Jane continued her wild struggling to try to free herself.

Diane checked to see that the ropes were still tight. Then she picked up the bag once again and hung it on a hook from the edge of the beam. With nozzle in hand she approached her aunt.

“Well Aunt Jane, here we go.”

Aunt Jane let out a high pitched moan through her gag as her body shuddered. Then Diane heard a strange hissing sound. Looking closely at her aunt, she realized that there was now dark, wet spot growing across the crotch of her panties and a yellow stream was flowing down her legs toward the floor.

“Oh my gosh,” Diane thought. “She’s pissing herself.”

Sure enough, in her fear and her struggle to free herself Aunt Jane had apparently lost control of her bladder, and a steady stream of pee was now falling from between her thighs and splashing on the floor. This was a bonus Diane hadn’t expected.

“Why Aunt Jane,” she called out tauntingly. “What’s the matter? Are you having a little accident? How embarrassing. A grown woman like you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Maybe you deserve a paddling like the one you gave me.”

Aunt Jane continued to twist and turn her body as the flow went on for another 20 seconds. Then it slowly diminished leaving a large puddle at her feet and wet tracks down both legs. By the time the flow of piss had completely ended, Aunt Jane had ceased her struggling.

Diane was amazed, not only at her aunt’s sudden loss of control, but at the tingling feeling that was developing in her own crotch. There was something about seeing her aunt helplessly peeing herself that was starting to arouse her. Since Aunt Jane wasn’t struggling any further nor trying to make any noise, Diane decided to remove the gag once again.

At that moment, there was the sound of the doorbell. Aunt Jane’s head came up and her eyes brightened. Clearly she was having thoughts of a last minute rescue.

“Oh, oh. Wonder who that could be. I’ll be right back, Aunt Jane. Don’t go away now.” Diane giggled as she went up the stairs.

Aunt Jane listened closely and thought she heard the sound of a male voice, then more laughter. A few seconds later there was the sound of multiple footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Aunt Jane,” Diane called out cheerily. “Guess who stopped by? This is my boyfriend Jack. Jack, meet my Aunt Jane.”

Diane introduced them is if they were at a pleasant cocktail party rather than a part of a bizzare scenario featuring a semi naked woman with soaked panties, dangling from the ceiling over a puddle of fresh pee. Jack snickered softly as Aunt Jane’s eyes widened again and her jaw dropped.

“Ohmigod, Diane!! Nooo!!” Aunt Jane cried out while making a futile effort to somehow cover herself. Her face turned scarlet. “What have you done? How could you let someone...a man... come in and see me like this? Go away” she pleaded to Jack. “Please!!”

Jack just eyed her salaciously and grinned.

“Oh come on Aunt Jane, what kind of a party would it be without at least one man around?” Diane said teasingly. “But if it makes you feel better, just forget Jack is here. Just so long as you stay quiet.”

Diane approached Aunt Jane again and grabbing the waistband of her panties, pulled them down halfway to her knees, totally revealing her wet pussy lips and rounded buttocks. Aunt Jane continued to stare at Jack, sobbing once as she tried feebly to resist. Her anus remained tightly closed and her cheeks rigid. Nevertheless Diane had no trouble initially penetrating her aunt with the well lubricated nozzle, and there was only a slight wimper as she slowly slid it in its full length.

After making one last check to be sure everything was ready, Diane released the clip on the hose. There was another soft wimper and an involuntary spasm from her aunt as she felt the cool liquid first enter her bowels. After that she remained silent, balancing herself on her toes and staring down at the floor as Diane and Jack watched.

It took about five minutes for most of the liquid in the bag to run down the hose. During that time Diane adjusted the nozzle and squeezed the bag a few times, just to insure that all was going well. She also shook the bag several times in order to create some air bubbles in the liquid as it moved through. She was pleased to note the gradual distension of her aunt’s abdomen, which, because of her thin frame, became quickly evident .

Meanwhile the tingling in Diane’s pussy was increasing as she watched her aunt take in the entire enema. By the time the bag had almost emptied, Aunt Jane’s belly had become quite prominant.

“Well Aunt Jane, how are you feeling?” Diane asked.

Aunt Jane remained silent

“Okay then, I think you’re about done.”

Without any further warning, Diane sharply pulled the nozzle from her aunt’s asshole. There was a brief spurt of clear water, but then Aunt Jane clamped down, tightening the opening. Diane pulled her aunt’s panties back up and then stepped back alongside Jack and waited to see how long it would take for gravity would do its work.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Aunt Jane spoke bitterly. “How much longer are you going to leave me like this. I’m going to have to get to the bathroom soon.”

“Oh, I think about fifteen more minutes ought to do it,” Diane replied.
“Fifteen minutes!!?” Aunt Jane repeated in a shocked voice. “Oh no. I won’t be able to hold it that long. I can feel the pressure already. I need to go soon.”

“Well you’ll just have to wait, Aunt Jane,” said Diane. And you’d better not have any accidents before then, because if you do, I have an additional punishment in mind.

About eight minutes went by. Diane could see her aunt’s efforts to keep control as the pressure of the water within her gradually increased. She was beginning to twitch and her clenched cheeks were starting to quiver. Diane’s excitement continued to increase further with each sign of her aunt’s helplessness and agitation, and she began to feel a wetness in her own crotch. Jack said nothing, but never took his eyes off Aunt Jane either.

“How much longer?’ she finally asked.

“Oh about another ten minutes.” Diane replied, realizing that her aunt had no means of keeping track of the time.

“Ohh no!!” Aunt Jane responded. “I can’t wait that long. Please Diane, let me go. I can’t hold it in any more. I have to expell so badly, I feel like I’m going to burst..”

“Uh uh, Aunt Jane. Can’t do that,” Diane teased. “I know you can hold it. At least you’d better if you know what’s good for you.”

Another ten minutes went by. Aunt Jane’s efforts to maintain control were becoming more and more obvious. As much as she could, she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other while at the same time keeping her thighs and ass cheeks rigid and pressed together. Occasionally she would moan or grunt.

At the same time, the sight of Aunt Jane straining and stuggling to control the contents of her bowels as they threatened to erupt from her ass was having a noticeable effect on both Diane and Jack. Diane had quietly unzipped her jeans part way and slid her hand down the front of her own panties. She was now slowly massaging her pussy which was getting hotter and wetter. Jack was beginning to perspire and there was a definite bulge in the front of his jeans, which he had begun to rub from the outside.

Finally Aunt Jane called out again, “Diane, please!! I can’t wait another minute. I need to poop so badly. I’m losing control. Please, don’t make me poop myself in front of him!! How much longer is it? It must be time by now.”

“Nope,” Diane replied lightly. “Another five minutes.”

“Ohhh!!” Aunt Jane wailed. “That can’t be. I know it’s been at least fifteen minutes by now. You’re cheating. Let me down now!!”

“Tsk tsk, Aunt Jane,” Diane replied mockingly again. “How could you accuse me of such a thing? That’s really nasty of you and deserves additional punishment. I think we need to increase the time another ten minutes.”

“NOOO!!! Aunt Jane’s voice had risen again, and once more she was writhing and struggling against the ropes. “You can’t do that. I can’t wait that long. I’ll poop myself. Let me down, NOW!!!

“Oh dear,” Diane said. “It looks as if we’re going to have to quiet you down again.” And with that she moved toward her aunt with the knotted handkerchief. This time Aunt Jane resisted, twisting and turning her head frantically while still bucking against the ropes. Finally, with some help from Jack, who managed to brush up against Aunt Jane’s bare breasts at least twice in the process, the gag was in place and knotted. Now Aunt Jane could only grunt and try to gesture.

“Aunt Jane, I think you’d better be more careful,” Diane said as she stepped back. “With all this excitement, I think you’ve sprung a little leak.”

Sure enough, there was a small wet spot in the seat of her panties that was obviously fresh. Although she couldn’t turn around to look, Aunt Jane must have felt it there, because she now doubled her efforts against the liquid mass that was exerting so much pressure on her bottom. Jack meanwhile had become even more excited by this and had begun to rub himself even harder through his jeans. Diane was back to rubbing her pussy as well.

“Tell you what, Aunt Jane,” Diane said. “We’ll make it just five minutes more. Then you can go. I know you can hold it a little longer.”

Aunt Jane groaned, but didn’t protest any further. As the time crawled by, she was clearly in agony. Her bottom quivered and shook with the strain. Her breathing was labored, and she moaned every few seconds. She was gripping the ropes so tightly with her hands that her fingers were turning yellow. It was obvious that it was taking all her concentration to maintain control and that there was no way she could hold out very much longer. She looked so pathetic that Diane was almost beginning to feel sorry for her.

Meanwhile Jack had become totally aroused by the sight of Aunt Jane desperately trying to keep from pooping herself. At last he turned to Diane, and whispered in her ear. Diane, whose finger was now deeply inserted into her pussy, smiled then nodded her head to him, and immediately, he pulled down his zipper and withdrew his rigid member. It was at least eight inches long and a deep red in color. As he approached Aunt Jane from the rear, he continued pulling rhythmically on it.

Feeling that her aunt had suffered enough, Diane stopped fingering herself momentarily and spoke up. “Well Aunt Jane, time’s up. I think we can let you go and empty yourself now.”

What happened next took only a few seconds, although to Diane, Jack, and especially Aunt Jane, it was as if events were suddenly running in slow motion.

Aunt Jane gave a relieved sigh and turned her head to look at Diane. As she did, from the corner of her eye she saw Jack approaching her rear with his stiff cock extended out in front of him. Not knowing his intentions, she let out a scream and tried to twist away. Fortunately, her outcry was muffled by the gag in her mouth, but for an instant her concentration was shattered. Then as Diane watched, another wet spot appeared on the seat of Aunt Jane’s panties. Aunt Jane suddenly realized what was about to happen. With a loud groan she tried to regain control, but her muscles were exhausted and would no longer obey her commands.

A brief squirt of mostly clear liquid now spurted from her anal opening and passed through the fabric of her panties. Then came the sound of a long, wet fart as some of the air that was trapped within her escaped. With a muffled cry, Aunt Jane desperately tried to close the gate, but it was far too late. A second later a solid turd forced its way through and was deposited in the seat of her panties creating a small brown bulge. There was no stopping what came next. Several more loud farts sounded, and then a long “spluuurt” as a large quantity of water and liquified shit exploded from her open asshole.

Diane had resumed fingering herself frantically, and the sight of her aunt’s total loss of control and messy expulsion took her to new heights. In a second she felt a squirt of pussy juice as she stiffened and, moaning with pleasure, surrendered to the waves of orgasm that came upon her.

Jack was about out of control as well. From just a foot or two away he watched as Aunt Jane helplessly filled her cotton panties with shit. His hand travelled furiously back and forth over his cock as he jabbered,

“Oh wow!! Look at that!! She’s pooping herself. I’ve never seen anyone do that. What a mess. She’s pooping her panties” Suddenly his muscles flexed and, grunting heavily, he spewed several white gobs of semen from the tip of his cock. Most of it landed on the rear of Aunt Jane’s panties although some fell to the floor.

Totally unaware of Jack’s ejaculation on her, Aunt Jane continued to twist and bend in a futile attempt to regain control of herself. The crotch of her panties quickly filled up and the seat began to expand like a balloon. There was a brief pause before more thick fecal material erupted from Aunt Jane's ass, totally loading the seat of her panties and forcing open both leg holes. The white cotton seat and crotch turned brown and become saturated. In a second, streams of heavy, dark liquid matter and several soft globs of poop squeezed out and began sliding down her legs.

At last Aunt Jane surrendered to the forces of gravity. As she hung limply from her ropes, eyes closed and in tears, the continuing flow of liquid shit poured unhampered out of her body. Most of it made its way down her legs to the floor to combine with the piss and cum that was already there, and create a foul mixture around her bare feet. The combined odor was overpowering.

Several times the flow seemed to stop, however, after a few seconds there would be another eruption and more thick poop would be forced out to make its way down Aunt Jane's quivering legs. At last the expulsion appeared to be complete, although the harsh, sloppy sounds of escaping air still continued for a minute or so. Diane and Jack looked over at each other with sheepish grins. Diane zipped up her jeans while Jack tucked himself back in and zipped up as well. Then they both approached Aunt Jane, being careful not to step in the mess at her feet, and Diane removed the gag. Aunt Jane's body shook and her wrenching sobs punctuated her words.

"Oooohhh, look what I did...what you... made me do(sob). I couldn't...control myself. I...pooped myself...I pooped...in my panties (sob). Ooohh, I poo-pooed my panties...I pooped my panties...ooohh... right in front of you (sob). You watched while I poo-pooed myself...ooohh....I'm so ashamed (sniff). I'm such a mess (sob) You made me...poop myself right in front of you."

The pitiful recitation continued for several minutes until at last Aunt Jane's voice tapered off, and she ceased her sobs. Her attitude now appeared to be one of total defeat. Jack loosened the ropes, and then, after making sure that Aunt Jane could stand up on her own, removed them entirely. Then he stepped back. Aunt Jane just stood there in her her poop filled panties for a short time. Finally she turned to Diane.

“Well, what are you going to do to me now?” she asked in resignation.

Diane thought for a second. She was still tremendously turned on by the sight of her aunt in her poopy panties, and the pitiful words she spoke had even increased Diane's arousal. Finally, she cleared her throat and in a commanding tone replied.

“Well, this is a fine mess you’ve made here. I’m going upstairs, but when I come back in an hour, I expect to see everything cleaned up spotlessly including that filthy body of yours and that disgusting underwear. Do you understand?

“Yes, Diane.” Aunt Jane responded meekly. “Whatever you say.”

Diane then turned to Jack and whispered to him, “I hope you didn’t shoot your entire load back there, because my pussy’s still wet and I still need a lot more to satisfy me.

“Don’t worry” he replied. “I’m just getting started.”

With that, Diane motioned Jack up the stairs toward the bedroom, leaving her obedient servant, Aunt Jane, behind. Diane was sure she and Jack would not be interrupted.