The Descent Chapter Six (Patreon)

At last, Julie turned the key in the lock and opened the door. Karen rushed past her, burst into the apartment, a thousand watt smile lighting up her face—in spite of the incredible odds against her, she’d made it! Though she’d hate to admit it, holding in this bowel movement-- simply not making a mess in her pants-- was one of the proudest achievements of her entire life. Now here she was, just a few feet away from the toilet; and although her panties may not have escaped entirely unscathed, she could at least take comfort in the fact that she didn’t have a full blown pant-load like Julie had predicted she would. She’d won their little game of brinkmanship, and reasserted herself in the process—she’d no longer doubt her status, at least not where Julie stood.  She hobbled toward the bathroom, already visualizing her relief.

    Julie’s iron grip dug into her hand, anchoring her firmly to the ground. She turned, aghast, under Julie’s eagle-eyed scrutiny once more. “Where do you think you’re going little lady?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you during the movie you were going to get a panty inspection when we got home?”

    Snatching her by the arm, Julie dragged Karen over toward the couch, encouraging her with two swats to her straining bottom when she resisted. Julie bent her over the couch, and Karen felt her skirt lifted high above her waist, exposing her panties. Karen could only stand by, stunned, her mouth gaping, as the waistband of her panties were tugged away from her body—Julie peeked inside, allowing herself a little grin as Karen’s struggling bare bottom came into view… then an indignant gasp when she saw the large stain in Karen’s panties—not so much a skidmark as  a messy brown Rorschach inkblot on the seat. “Oh, you naughty girl…” Julie said, not entirely keeping the quiver of delight from her voice. “This is the last straw, young lady… you’ve embarrassed me with your childishness for the last time…”

    “I’VE embarrassed YOU?!” Karen stammered, disbelieving.

    “Over my knee right now little girl!” Julie demanded, settling down on the couch and propelling Karen across her lap with a pair of expertly place swats. Karen yelped as she tumbled into place across Julie’s knee, wincing… the new pressure on her tummy was doing nothing to ease her urge to defecate.  

    “Oh! Julie! Please, no!” she begged, hating the whining cadence of her voice. “Not a spanking… not now!” she cried, struggling and flopping vainly across Julie’s lap.  

    Julie smirked. Reaching over to the coffee table, she took up the heavy oak hairbrush she’d so confidently placed there before they left. Smiling sensually, she tapped the brush’s hard wooden back against Karen’s delicate fanny, which squirmed inside the heavily stained panties. Julie smiled, enjoying the moment—she’d waited a long time to lure Karen into this carefully crafted trap—she wanted to make damn sure she got to savor springing it…

    Whap! She brought the hairbrush down on the direct center of the seat of Karen’s panties. Karen felt her bottom tingle, felt the dampness of her dirty panties against her squirming bottom. Her mouth gaped like a marionette without an operator, adorably disbelieving. Julie landed a pair of stinging swats on each cheek; a nightmarish sinking in Karen’s stomach accompanied the slowly dawning realization that this was actually happening... she was taking yet another spanking across Julie’s lap… and this time, the consequences could be more serious than just a sore tushy.

    Again and again, the brush came down on the twin domes of Karen’s rounded derriere, making them sting and jiggle painfully with each searing swat. Across Julie’s lap she thrashed and struggled uselessly, squealing and frantically clawing at the carpet with increasing desperation as her butt grew redder and more sore with every passing moment.

    Julie scolded and spanked, applying the hairbrush to each cheek with gusto. “Your behavior this evening was disgraceful, young woman!” she lectured, bringing the brush down sharply on Karen’s wiggling rear end. “You ruined the movie with your squirming and complaining—and what was with all that farting?”

    “I told you I had to go to the bathroom! I still do!” Karen complained, the hairbrush continuing to redden her jiggling, upturned bottom. Somehow she was still hanging on—but the ending was certain now. Even if Julie relented and let her up, the squirming, yelping Karen was sure there would be no way she could make it to the toilet, but she knew she had to give it one last try. “Please Julie—I gotta go soooo bad!”

    “You’re not going anywhere now sweetheart,” Julie scolded, smirking as she brought the hairbrush down on Karen’s delicate bottom—first one cheek, then the other in quick succession, quickly turning her bottom bright pink. A prickly, stinging heat had broken out across Karen’s rump, the pain becoming more intense with every new swat. Worse, her bowels were gurgling, her innards convulsing; Karen struggled to contain herself, squeezing her cheeks tightly in spite of the spanking, grunting as she strained with all her might, desperately clinging to on to the last remaining shred of her adulthood…

    A deafening, flatulent explosion preceded an uncontrollable rush of ooey-gooey warmth into the seat of her pretty pink panties. Gasping, Karen made one last effort to save her dignity, trying to clench her cheeks as best she could to stem the flow… but it was no use-- her anus dilated and her buttocks parted, in spite of her best efforts to keep them clenched shut. A powerful surge of mushy poop flowed out of her and into the seat of her panties with an audible squish. “Oh! Mmm…” she moaned, embarrassed, relieved, and shamefully horny all at once. She squealed indignantly as she felt Julie apply the brush right on the center of the squishy pile in the seat of her panties, mushing it against the plump, pale heart of her bottom.

     “Karen, oh my god!” Julie was trying to be indignant, but she couldn’t keep a delighted giggle from her voice. She smirked and watched the back of Karen’s panties inflate before her eyes, the seat bagging to accommodate the load. Swatting her bottom casually, feeling the mess ccompress under the hard wood of the hairbrush, she lectured: “you just took a dump in your panties… again! What is it with you, Karen? It’s like you were never toilet trained at all!”

    “I told you I had to go!” Karen said, almost sobbing now (primarily, she was loathe to admit, do to thwarted libido… there was nothing she craved more at this moment, the cumulation of so many of her fantasies, than to reach between her legs and masturbate herself to another climax.)

    There was another forceful whack on her backside, which had the duel effect of spreading  the mushy load in her pants even further across her rump and causing her to lose control of her bowels again. Karen herd another uncontrollable surge from her backside explode into the seat of her already loaded panties with a  farty squish. Karen grunted obscenely—the sensation of losing control made her body vibrate with pleasure.

    She suddenly realized Julie had been talking. “… Hear me, young lady?! First into the bathroom to get you cleaned up… then we’re going to find out if you’re sick, and you better hope you are, sister, because you don’t want to know what I’m going to do with you if you’re not!”

    The little speech made Karen so nervous she found herself involuntarily pooping her pants again, her butthole dilating against her will, a gooey brown rush noisily forcing it’s way out of her and settling into the already heavily loaded seat. She flushed bright red when she heard Julie chuckling above her. “My my! A little nervous are we? Just wait until you see what I have in store for you!

    “Come on—on your feet!” Julie commanded, smiling when she saw Karen follow her commands by rising, wobbly, looking a little disheveled, but still beautiful. Karen pouted and peeked over her shoulder ruefully—her panties were ruined, the pretty, ruffled, peach-pink seat heavily stained. Her mess had been spread across both cheeks, almost to the top of her ass-crack, and pair of mucky brown smears were had appeared at the back of both leg bands where her thighs met her butt. Julie rose regally, took Karen by the hand, and led her dutifully to the bathroom.