After the extraordinary and unexpected session with Grace, the household took a deep breath and returned to daily life but with lingering memories of their agreement that any of Will, Amy, or Grace could discipline another member one on one if they agreed. In the case of a dispute or a serious offense the third person would be brought in and the punishment increased accordingly. Each harbored their own wishes: Amy very much wanted to give her husband Will some strong discipline of his own, Will was intrigued by administering his mother-in-law Grace, and Grace herself wanted the opportunity to punish her daughter without having to fight through a yelling match to do the job.

The first occurrence didn't happen for several months and was straightforward: Will, as occasionally happened had too much to drink at a company affair, and embarrassed Amy with his comments about their love life and other private matters. Amy confronted him the next evening and Will grudgingly agreed that she was right, and accepted Amy's decision that she was going to tan his bottom beyond anything he had ever experienced. After stripping down as she requested he nervously waited as she returned with the familiar hairbrush, a 3-edged ruler, and a swishy school pointer. She ordered him to lie across her lap (she was wearing only a bra and panties) and began a methodical and thorough session with the hairbrush. It was clear that Will also had a strong erection at first and Amy observed, you know Will this may be exciting now but in about 5 minutes I guarantee you won't be aroused abut anything but the pain in your butt. After 40 solid licks with the hairbrush Will's bottom was a bright red, the erection had vanished, and he was squirming in every direction over her knees. Alright, Will, now let's get serious and you lie over those cushions on our bed with your lovely red bottom as high as you can put it. Will remorsefully got into position and Amy began to deliver sharp smack with the ruler at the base of his bottom causing obvious distress and gasps and small cries. After 15 stinging strokes Amy laid the ruler down, gave a 5 minute lecture on all his misdeed while his raised and burning bottom suffered in silence. Now, Amy said, just so you remember, I’ve got this old high school pointer and I’m going to finish off with 10 licks that should be something you won’t forget, and taking her time the swishy cane-like rod descended across Will’s already dark red bottom leaving no doubt of who had been in charge for the last half hour. At dinner Grace pretended not to notice Will’s inability to sit without great hesitation, and she simply smiled at Amy with a clear understanding at what had just happened.

Next in the sequence was Amy, when she went into one of her periodic eating binges, gained weight, and simply told Will and Grace to mind their own business when they asked what she was doing and why. Will asked Grace what should be done, and Grace finally said I’ll try to handle it. The next afternoon Grace confronted Amy, told her that her behavior was offensive and unhealthy, and that Grace intended to clean her out that afternoon. When Amy started to yell back Grace simply said, if I have to tell Will we’ll both be involved and I guarantee you’ll be getting enemas AND a red behind. Amy reluctantly said alright and followed her mother’s orders to undress and be in the bathroom in 10 minutes. When Amy entered she saw a bulging enema bag hanging from a towel rack with a hairbrush on the edge of the tub. Mom, I thought you said no spanking if I cooperated. That’s right young lady, the hairbrush is there just in case you get out of line. Now, kneel down over the tub with your bottom high. After Amy was in position, Grace inserted a very long nozzle and said, Amy, since this is punishment as well as for health reasons, any time you ask me to stop the flow, there will be consequences. Now here we go. Soon Amy was twisting from side to side, drawing her legs up, and taking deep breaths trying to relive the fullness and occasional cramp. At the 2/3 point she pleaded for a stop, and her mother said, fine, you’ll now have to hold it for 10 minutes instead of 5. After a minutes worth of momentary relief Grace restarted the enema, Amy finished the bag, and then began the agonizing 10 minutes of holding. Her mother then left her alone to expel the enema, but reappeared 15 minutes later. Amy apologized for her behavior, said the enema had been awful but she felt much better, and started to leave. Not yet young lady, the last part of your punishment is to give yourself a good full bag enema with no stops to be sure everything is cleaned out. Amy began to protest but when Grace picked up the hairbrush Amy quickly began to fill the bag, and then asked what position Mom? On your back so you can watch the enema going in- I always hated that because I had to realize how much more there was to take. Amy complied and somehow managed to take the entire enema and hold it the required 5 minutes. When Will saw Grace later she said that she thought Amy’s problem was solved, at least for a few months.

The last to experience one of the one-on-one sessions was Grace, who basically shamed Will into giving her a spanking by putting him down continuously over a couple of weeks. Before he passed away Grace’s husband had understood that they were both happier if she went across his knee once or twice a year, and although she didn’t like getting the paddlings she was very aroused by them before and after and they greatly enhanced their love-making. Subconsciously at least she was hoping that Will might fulfill that role. After her several weeks of gibes at him Will finally confronted her and said, Grace enough is enough you’ve earned a trip over my knee. Get undressed and I’ll see you in your bedroom shortly. Will marched in with the family hairbrush and saw a very attractive Grace waiting for him to arrive. Sitting on the edged of the bed Will pulled Grace over his lap and began to slowly redden her bottom with the brush. At the same time Grace could feel his erection growing and pushing into her stomach and this began to excite all her passions. Soon, however, Will’s methodical spanks turned into hard and occasionally rapid licks, and Grace realized this was a lot more than she had bargained for. Finally, she was crying and said, Will I can’t take anymore, please, please. Will said, Grace, just like last time I’m willing to finish with an enema but it better be taken well and just as I say. Now, you fix it, make it soapy, and don’t touch that behind of your until the enema is over. Grace quickly returned with a full bag and Will ordered her back over his lap, hanging the bag from the top of the bed poster. Not a word from you Grace, here we go, and he released the clamp. The enema was fast and strong and barely tolerable but Grace held on, partly by concentrating on Will’s incredible growing erection. Finally, it was in and Grace begged, Will please rub my stomach to help me hold it. And, she turned over facing upwards on his lap. Will obliged by gently massaging her abdomen, and then let his hand drift lower until he was moving his hand between her legs. Neither one of them spoke during the last 3 minutes of the holding until Grace finally leaped up and ran for the bathroom after the 5 minutes was up. Both were both shaken and very excited by what had happened but neither talked about it that evening although neither could stop thinking about it for the next several days.