Naked on Summer Vacation: Slut Summer School (Complete) 36 Chapters

[EddieDavidson]

We were listening to Jackson Brown’s “Somebody’s Baby Tonight” when we arrived at the McDonalds near my house. We were all singing along with it and having fun. My mom had been a hard-ass all day, but she was letting us sing “Well, just, a look at that girl with the lights comin’ up in her eyes. She’s got to be somebody’s baby.”

Singing in a car full of naked girls made being naked with clothespins on my tits and clit much easier to stand. My mom had made me replace the clothespin on my clit before we arrived and just as she said it would the sensation became more intense when I took it off a while and re-applied it. It was horrifyingly effective at keeping the seat beneath me wet.

It was late and dark outside, but the parking lot was well lit, and there were lots of cars in the parking lot. We all had to sit up with our hands behind our head, and I was concerned people could see our tits through the car window. My mom was naked too, though and she didn’t seem worried about flashing anyone.

“We are really going through the drive-through naked?” Mandy could not believe it either.

“You like playing dare chicken, don’t you?” Mom replied to Mandy. When Mandy didn’t understand the term “Dare chicken”, she explained. “When you two little cunts in the back were first talking about your training, you made a little bet. If one of you disobeys and refuses an order then you don’t graduate my training, and you stay in discipline for the school year, I think it was?” she asked.

I made that bet because I thought I would have no problem winning. My mom shot that down and made us have to work as a team. Julie grinned at us from the front seat because she knew we were conniving and competitive bitches and it was something we would do.

“Dare chicken is when you both agree to something and then the first one of you to pussy out and not do it is the loser,” my mom said. That did sound like an accurate description of our little game.

Mandy admitted it was a fair description.

“You will get your chance to play dare chicken with me. I’ll give you tasks, and the first one of you who can’t or won’t obey will face the consequences. Those of you who exceed expectations will get high marks. I’ll be grading all three of you from here on out,” my mom explained as we cued in the line to order food in the McDonald’s drive-through.

Mom said there would be rules that are non-negotiable expectations. There may be some context to when they are in effect like being naked at home; they were not up for discussion. That includes things like calling all men Sir and speaking politely. It includes never crossing our legs when we sit and not being permitted to pull our skirts down on windy days if they blow up.

She said we would receive no special bonus or treats simply for obeying these orders and that they were the very bare minimum to meet expectations. “You will be punished when you violate these rules, and you will. You will test my patience. You will be tempted to see how serious I am about enforcing them. You will be tempted to half-ass them and see what you can get away with. I fully expect that and if you think wearing those clothespins are difficult, just understand this was the first night. The punishments will only be effective if you fear them. You will be thanking me for applying them because you cannot resist the temptation of breaking the rules without actual consequences,” my mom explained.

Mom ordered our food without asking what we would have to eat. It was the first time my mom had ordered for me without asking what I wanted since I was a little girl. It may seem like a small thing, but it was deeply humiliating not to be asked what I wanted when I had grown so used to deciding for myself.

After she ordered, mom pulled forward just a little bit. The Jackson Browne song was still playing “She’s probably somebody’s only light.

Gonna shine tonight. Yeah, she’s probably somebody’s baby, all right.”

A shiny red convertible MG coupe pulled up alongside us in the parking lot. We noticed it immediately because they were listening to the same song we were on the radio and that car was really spectacular looking.

A distinguished looking gentleman in a tweed jacket was driving on the left side of the car. That was very unusual here in America. On the right was Betty Finch. She is the sultry, hot blonde that had been at my party last night with another older guy named Blaze. She had huge tits that jutted straight out, and she was wearing a bikini top. She was laughing and singing along like she was having fun when she noticed us and waved.

“Oh my gosh, are you guys naked?” she smiled and made the driver stop as she lifted herself out of the car to get a closer look at us.

My mom looked over at her with a smirk and answered: “It does look that way, doesn’t it?”

“Wow, that is hot! Why? to give the cashier a little thrill?” she was amused.

“No, they are on restriction, and I lost a bet,” my mom answered very casually.

“Oh my god, restriction sounds so hot, and Blair? are those clothespins?” she saw my tits.

I wanted to slump, but I answered “Yes Ma’am,” through the window. I was closest to her side of the car.

“Do they feel good?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. On the one hand, they did sting like red ants taking two big bites out of my nipples and at the same time in combination with the one on my clit they were driving me batty with pleasurable sensations, so the answer was yes.

On the other hand, I was extremely embarrassed to admit the answer was yes.

“You should try it, Ma’am, I think you would love it,” I smiled at her.

“I will,” Betty turned to the driver and gave him a kiss. She called him Daddy and said she wanted some clothespins. She had called Blaze her daddy when she was at the party. The Gentleman in the driver’s seat doffed his cap to us and drove away without a word.

“I suppose you cunts want me to call her mother and invite her to join you in Slut Summer School?” my mom asked with a cunning little grin.

“NO MA’AM,” we all said in unison, which made us laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’ve spoken to Mrs. Finch before at parent-teacher conferences,” my mom explained. Betty had been in one of my mother’s classes before. “If you think Betty is odd, then you should meet her mother. She is old Florida money and has had so much plastic surgery I doubt she is equipped with any of her original parts. Her mom divorced her last husband and had to move up here from Palm Beach because the other wives threatened to band together and tar and feather her to keep her away from their husbands,” my mom laughed. “I suspect Betty already knows everything I am going to teach you anyway. She would definitely be a lock for Slutdictorian,” my mom chuckled at that and suggested she’d have to have an advanced class next year for girls like Betty.

“She has a body built for speed. Every male teacher in the school and the Principal has the hots for her, and I suspect some of the female staff as well. I’ve seen her at Captain Hiram’s some times, and even though she is only a Freshman, she already looks full grown,” my mom observed.

We were only a few cars away now from picking up our food. I sat back and took a deep breath. Whoever was working the cash register was probably some dweebish troll that didn’t deserve to look upon the radiance of my body so I was going to tell myself that soon this humiliating little exercise would be over and all I had to do was pretend I had clothes on and smile.

My mom continued to explain that after expectations would be subjects.

Just like English, Math, and History in her Slut Summer School, we would have the following subjects:

Humility - To keep us from being vain, egotistical, and prideful, we would be humiliated regularly. We would have to endure it and learn from these lessons. We were not supposed to be extroverts who are enjoying the attention, and the lessons would be tailored to minimize that. My mom wanted us to be humble, polite, considerate, and to accept with grace our humiliations.

“You can be playful. I want you to smile and not look miserable. However, at the same time if you don’t feel a little shame or embarrassment then I haven’t done my job, and you aren’t getting the medicine or the lessons you receive,” Mom said.

Pain - There was physical pain and mental pain, and we would experience both. Mom said we were to endure physical stimulation where we were not receiving pleasure, but we’re giving it to others. The pain would also be used to motivate us as a consequence. Mom said that harsh words and honesty could sometimes be as painful as a whip or a paddle’s kiss.

“There are some people who enjoy hurting others. You are three of those people. You do it all the time by intention and sometimes just out of habit. I will inflict pain on you on a daily basis as part of your lessons. It is not because I am a sadist or even enjoy hurting you. This is part of the conditioning, and you can see it as physical education,” My mom explained.

Mom explained there was a distinction between Pain Education Training and Punishments for misbehavior. “The pain training will prepare us to receive punishments, but just getting punished won’t improve our grades. The daily strappings would be part of this education process, but they were non-negotiable.

She compared it to when an athlete trains for a competition. “The athlete trains through the pain and struggles to be better. A criminal is punished for the things they do wrong,” she told us not to confuse the two activities even if they were very similar. The reason and the lessons we take away from them was going to be different.

Mom explained that not all punishments had to hurt physically. “Sometimes it is just being denied something you are used to.”

Sex - We were already sexually active, but mom was very clear that what she would teach us would begin with the emotional connection and the emotional detachments of the sex act and we would learn when to use both. She would teach us to give sexual pleasure to others without expecting anything in return. She would teach us how to do it very, very, well.

“There are times you withhold sex and use it to control people. There are times you ask for sex and use it to pleasure yourself. You will begin these lessons by unlearning that behavior. Don’t expect to start having sex right away. You must demonstrate mastery of the core principles and the other lessons I have for you or this just becomes an exercise in satisfying your lust. We will not be doing that. There are times when sex is an emotional exchange between two people, and when the act is just physical lust that is being satisfied. You will learn how to do both without expecting any satisfaction in return other than the knowledge you have pleased someone else besides yourself. There are times like tonight when I wanted to get those two peckerheads at the trailer park to nut quickly, so we could get out of there. You will learn that. I will teach you to make a man or a woman last as long as they physically can before they orgasm. I will teach you to make them cum right away by using your body, your touch, your eyes, your voice, your everything to make their fantasy into reality. I will teach you to give without receiving, and I will teach you to take pleasure in that,” Mom assured us.

I doubted very sincerely that she would be able to do that.

Obedience - Mom made it very clear that this was not all whips, chains, and sex. She said a lot of lessons fall under obedience. Aside from the non-negotiable expectations, there would be tasks like washing cars, cleaning houses, mowing lawns, and hard work. The money we earn would go towards repairing the house and putting groceries on Julie’s table. Obedience would also include being caged or bound in the window and learning to be patient and wait for orders. Obedience would consist of learning to TRUST someone else to make good decisions for us.

“If there is money left over after the summer then I’ll divide it up amongst you based on your final grades. The most important thing I want you to learn from obedience besides the importance of hard work and the joy of submission is to learn how to obey. You can follow my orders as long as I am standing over you and watching. You can always follow my orders when you know I am going to check up on you. You will learn to be afraid of the consequences of being caught disobeying me. The real obedience test will be if you follow my orders because you trust that I have your best interest at heart and that I am the one that should be in charge of you. If you can do that, then you will learn what I need you to learn from this subject.”

It was not something I planned on learning. I was doing the bare minimum needed to get Slutdictorian if it suited me, and if that was too hard, I would do the bare minimum to graduate and own my mom for a week. I was not interested in learning to trust anyone’s opinions besides my own. As far as I was concerned no one looks out for Blair like Blair Conner.

Pet Training - Mom said that we would be treated like less than people. She said that just as Jenny was learning the perspective of women, we would be learning a similar lesson. My mom said we would be spending time acting as a puppy, just like we made Jenny act at the party. She said we were already selfish pigs, but she would make us better ones. My mom said this also included being furniture around the house. She said spending a few hours as a useful lamp or table would help give us perspective.

I found it highly doubtful.

“Jenny ogled and obsessed over women and their body parts. Now she has a much better understanding of the female condition. You obviously cannot be trained like you are boys. Instead, I am going to treat you like valued pets, beasts of burden, and the animals that you really are. You will learn to be objectified. You will learn to be on display and talked about as if you are not in the room, and your opinion does not matter. You will be expected to embrace whatever role you are assigned to provide value or for the amusement to your betters,” Mom explained.

Delight - Mother said she had not considered initially this category until tonight. She said that there would be times when we wanted to make someone’s day and give them a story that no one would believe. She would consider this one of the SIX primary pillars of her Summer School.

Mom said that we all start with a “C” in her class with the traditional grading scale of A-F. She would begin grading us on assignments and our ability to perform them on a weekly basis and evaluating us.

Mandy was annoyed we all had a C when she won the grocery store challenge. She didn’t say it, but my mom could tell from her expression.

“This is not a competition between you cunts. You are in this together. I am not grading you on a curve. This will go much better for you if you work together. That being said, I can see some value in dare chicken and competitions from time to time, and I’ll provide rewards and consequences outside of the grading scale for those extra-curricular activities. I will make these slut-games optional so that you don’t even have to play if you don’t want to.”

My mom reiterated and summarized the categories for Slut Summer School as we pulled up to the cashier.

*The expectations we had to do without question or hesitation.

*We also HAD to do our classwork in humility, pain, sex, pet training, obedience, and delight if we planned to graduate. It was important we do more than the bear minimum. My mom and Liz would assign us a grade based on our performance in each category.

*We had to graduate together if we were to train my mom. A slutdictorian would be chosen only if we all three graduate and she would get an extra week of my mom’s complete obedience.

*Anyone who does not graduate continues with the training during school. Anyone who graduates will have less requirements but will still be under discipline until my mom and Liz decide we can be trusted to do without any discipline.

*Slut Games would be competitions and dares that were optional.

I looked up as we finally got our food and saw Mark Baker in the window. He was the Vero Beach Indian’s All-star Quarterback, and he was super dreamy. He would be a Senior next year, and he looked so handsome in that window. “Wow, you guys made my night! Are you Little Rascals fans?” the cute, athletic boy asked us with a cocky swagger that he actually deserved. Little Rascals was the unofficial name of the Vero Beach Football team back then.

“No, we just want our hamburgers,” My mom smiled at him playfully.

“Well, this is a first for me,” Mark handed her a few bags and collected the cash for the food. This was long before ATM cards were common.

“Have a good look then,” My mom smiled at him and presented her tits.

“Julie Simmons? Mandy Sonneborne and Blair Connor? Wait, you are MRS. CONNER! You teach History, don’t you?” he couldn’t believe he recognized my mother as a teacher from school and she was completely naked with the rest of us.

“I believe you have us confused with someone else,” My mom chuckled at him but winked. “No one will believe you if you tell them we were in the car naked anyway,” she said as she drove away.

She turned up the music as we drove out of the parking lot and told us that we were going home with a C+ now.

“Can we put our hands down, yet Ma’am?” Julie was eyeing the food.

My mom told us we could eat in the car but that I had to keep the clothespins on. I didn’t mention that my mom said I would have to wear one on my tongue. I was happy she seemed to forget about that. I wan’t going to be a little ass kiss like Jenny and remind her to add that to my punishments. If Mom forgot that was on her.

“You will be eating off the floor at home from now on, so enjoy this meal,” Mom told Julie.

Julie stuffed her face with French fries and asked if this was because of how we treated Jenny the same way.

“No, that was a symptom of your being an entitled cunt who only cares about yourself. This is because sluts like you deserve to eat from the floor at the feet of your betters. Buckle up buttercup, because you asked for this treatment and now you will get it,” my mom told her sternly.

We flew past an old billboard that read “Winter Home of the Brooklyn Dodgers, ‘55 World Champs” near my street. We had finally made it home.

Once we arrived at our house, my mom started to put her clothes on in the car but told us to remain naked.

“Wait, you are afraid to walk in the door naked, Ma’am?” I asked coyly, daring her to strut in our house naked from the car like the rest of us.

“My bet was to ride home naked, and I did. There is no reason for you to put on clothes just to take them off in 10 feet when you get inside because it is dark out here and there is hardly anyone around,” My mom said as she pulled her clothes on and opened the door. She told me to wear the clothespins inside the house for my insolence.

“Mr. Greenbaum, it is nice to see you,” she greeted our neighbor. He was out for a late night stroll.

Mandy opened her door and asked, “Mom, do you mind asking Mr. Greenbaum if we can have some water? After that big meal, I am parched, and I am sure Blair needs water, or she’ll dehydrate,” Mandy looked at my slick pussy and grinned as I stood naked in my driveway next to my mother’s car under a street lamp.

It had not gone unnoticed by any of us that Mandy had just referred to my mother as Mom. I wasn’t sure if it was an accident or she meant it as an insult to me since I was actually her daughter.

My mom looked at her quizzically and then back at Mr. Greenbaum, who had gone outside to walk his little white schnauzer.

“Would you mind if my daughters drank from the hose again, Mr. Greenbaum?” she asked him.

“I thought you said Mandy was Fart Face’s friend?” Mr. Greenbaum invited us to come over and turned on his big green garden hose.

“Did I? I was probably angry because they trashed the house,” My mom covered for Mandy’s lie. I was puzzled and so was Julie as we walked over to where he was standing.

“Are those clothespins?” he asked me as he looked over my body.

“Yes, Sir, I am being punished because I was rude to my mother,” I said as I squatted down by the water hose with Mandy. We drank as we had before with our mouths right next to each other like we were kissing. He held the hose directly in front of his crotch like it was his dick. I wasn’t sure if he was imagining, we were sucking his cock or just watching us pretend to kiss, but I knew he was turned on.

“Julie, you should get a drink too,” my mom instructed Julie to join us.

Julie squatted down in the nude and spread her legs wide like we did and opened her mouth next to us. It was like three girls kissing at once as we drank the water.

“I appreciate you are doing this, our tap water is just terrible,” My mom lied again. Our tap water was no different than the water coming out of this hose. I assumed it came from the same source.

“My pleasure, I mean anytime! How is your shower?” Mr. Greenbaum stumbled over his words as he watched us suck down the water. I was parched after eating that salty, McDonalds food. My mom hadn’t bought us any cokes or shakes - just food.

“If it wouldn’t be a bother, would you mind just washing them down now? They can dry off when they get inside, Mr. Greenbaum,” my mom said.

“Really?” Mr. Greenbaum was surprised but more than willing to lift the hose over our heads and spray us down.

“Stand up girls, and lift your tits, turn around so he can get everywhere,” she said.

Mandy was smiling but Julie and I were perplexed at this night shower we were taking. Our street wasn’t as busy as Julie’s trailer park, but it was still early enough that cars could pass by on the street, someone could be walking their dog on the sidewalk. The duplexes were close enough together that anyone could walk out and see us. I was genuinely concerned that we’d get arrested for flashing and needless to say I was mortified when my mom told me to spread my ass cheeks so that he could wash everywhere.

I did as I was told, and Mr. Greenbaum took extra care to wash our tits and asses.

“Hah, well maybe I’ll bring soap and water next time and come shower myself?” my mom flirted with him. She gave him a peck on the cheek and brushed his cock with her hand ever so gently like it was an accident. She led us back over to our front door dripping wet.

“What was that?” Julie looked surprised.

“That was delight,” Mandy smiled and shook her wet hair. “You said you would call us daughters when you wanted to give someone delight. I knew Mr. Greenbaum liked to make us drink from the hose, and this is a story that no one he tells will believe. I thought the best way to signal to you was to call you, Mom? I hope that is okay, Ma’am,” she asked my mom.

“Just don’t let Liz hear you calling me that or she may have words with me. You made me lie to him, and he caught me in a lie. I should punish you for that, but I appreciate the sentiment. Just don’t go delighting everybody up and down the street and I’ll play along,” My mom seemed flattered that Mandy had called her Mom.

Mom had said that she would be the one to choose when and where to delight and now she was already letting Mandy call the shots? This was total bullshit. I wasn’t sure what game Mandy was playing but I wanted to be the one to delight.

“Should I call you Samantha then if I want to delight anyone, Ma’am?” I asked as my mom turned the key in the lock. I didn’t mean it to sound sarcastic. I wanted to clarify that I would be delighting people sometimes but I couldn’t help myself. I have a very naturally bitchy tone to my voice and unless I pretend to sound nice then it comes across as sarcasm.

“I doubt you are going to want to delight anyone without wanting something back, but Mom would be fine. I called my Father, either Master or Deacon when I was a little girl. I did not call him, “Dad.” My mom was always just my Mom. She wasn’t a Mistress. I like being your Mom. Heaven knows why I do since you take after me so much when I was younger, but I love you, Blair. I have decided if Mandy or Julie want to call me Mom over the summer that would be an honor. You two may come to think of me as a ruthless teacher and taskmistress over the next few months. The only thing I ask is you not address me as Mother. That is annoying,” she said.

“Wow, really?” Julie was pleased, and so was Mandy.

“Just don’t call me that in front of your own mothers, that would be disrespectful to them I think,” My mom said.

She told us to stand outside under the porch light by the front door and air dry, and she would return with a towel for us. She opened the door to check on everything and closed it so we couldn’t see what was happening inside

[EddieDavidson]

“You guys are NOT calling her MOM,” I whispered to the other girls angrily.

“Why? Your mom said we could,” Mandy smiled at me because she knew this was really pissing me off.

“You are just doing it because you want to butter her up like a little brown noser. That’s why you made us lez out in front of Mr. Greenbaum!” I told her.

“Was that what we were doing? I thought we were making a lonely old man happy and getting a drink,” Mandy looked at Julie, and they both grinned at my discomfort with this situation.

“Look, we are all in this together. I can make your life miserable, or I can be your best friend. You don’t want to piss me off, Mandy!” I threatened her.

“From where I stand, you don’t seem all that powerful,” Mandy regarded how I still had the clothespins attached to my body, and they were jiggling as we shivered in the night air. Mosquitoes were drawn to us and biting our legs. We slapped them, but it didn’t do any good because two more would appear when we killed one.

“Look, I would just rather you not call her Mom, okay?” I took a different tactic. I would play the role of the considerate and reasonable person. She was right, I really had no juice to make her life miserable at this point.

“Why? She is more of a mom to me in one day than my mom has been all of my life,” Julie said.

“I love my Mom,” Mandy admitted. “She can get on my nerves, she is wishy-washy, and she cheats on my dad. I think he cheats on her too. I have pissed her off nine-ways to Sunday and been a brat all of my life. I wouldn’t pretend she was not my Mom, but I am okay pretending yours IS my mom too, okay?”

“Yeah, aren’t we supposed to play along if she calls us her daughters? So we have to call her mom then anyway,” Julie made a good point.

“Okay, but I am really her daughter,” I said what was obvious. I knew I sounded like the spoiled little rich girl Nelly Olsen on Little House on the Prairie who wanted to establish she was top-bitch of all the bitches in the hen house, but this was MY mom and MY house.

A car drove past, and we stopped talking and looked over our shoulder. It was a Cop. He had his flashlight out and was looking around. We crouched slightly.

“Just act normal, and there is less chance he is going to worry about you,” my mom said as she opened the door and thrust a single towel out for us to dry off with together. It was one of her big beach towels so we could all use it at one time.

“You look like drowned rats,” Lori chuckled from the couch as we walked in naked and dripping wet from the hose. I muttered under my breath how she would pay but not loudly enough my mother would hear. The house was clean. There was still graffiti and holes in the sofa, but it looked like they cleaned up while we were gone. George and Crystal were on the couch.

Buddy and Lewis were completely naked and running around in front of the Television. Jenny was washing up in the kitchen in a pair of my old panties.

“I see Julie Simmons joined the chain gang! Nice bush,” George commented on Julie. George never hit on me because he knew he had zero chance, but Julie was not as pretty as me, and he obviously thought he did. She always shot him down in the past.

“Thank you, Sir,” Julie replied politely.

“It’s going away tomorrow,” My mom informed Julie and rubbed her hand down the short-and-curly black hairs on her pubic area. She also reminded her to curtsy when she was introduced or leaving a room and made Mandy, and I show her how to do it. My mom said Mandy’s was more precise, and mine was a little sloppy, and I needed practice. She made Julie, and I practice curtsying while she finished looking around. I think my mom was paranoid and looking for signs anyone was smoking pot, drinking, or having a good time while we were gone.

My mom told Buddy and Lewis to get their night shirts on and moved to wipe their faces off from whatever they had been eating recently.

“I’ll handle it, Ma’am,” Lori had a washcloth in hand and cleaned them up. The boys smiled at Lori and curtsied in a clumsy imitation of how we did it.

“Sorry, they asked if they could run around naked and take orders like Jenny, Ma’am,” Lori explained.

“That is fine, they run around naked all the time. What kind of orders?” my mom asked.

“They high stepped around the house. They cleaned up their room,” Lori said.

“Wow,” Mom seemed impressed. Buddy and Lewis’s room was in a constant state of chaos with toys strewn everywhere. They had a tendency to take things apart and try to put them back together again but with parts from other toys as well. “Did you have to spank them?” she asked.

“Only once,” Lori said, and it was only because they asked for it.

“What were they doing to ask for it?” my mom seemed only mildly concerned.

“No, I don’t mean they kept doing something wrong until they had to be spanked. I mean the boys asked me if they could have a spanking,” Lori chuckled. They were watching Knight Rider on TV. That was super lame. I would have had MTV on.

“Why did you two want a spanking?” she asked Buddy.

“So we’d be nice!” Buddy said.

“Do it again, do it again!” Lewis cheered and danced around like he was disco dancing. He made his tiny penis rotate round and round like a helicopter blade.

My mom popped them on the butt playfully once and sent them to put on their nightshirts.

My mom thanked the Donaldsons for everything and said they could go home. They asked to stay a little longer if they could. I was confident it was because they wanted to see what happened to me (and my friends).

“As you can see, Julie is under the same rules as Fart Face and Mandy,” my mom explained. The Donaldson’s laughed hysterically when they heard me called Fart Face. I think my lemony reaction only made it worse because I was still wet like someone just dumped ice on me and the frowning angry face while I had clothespins on my nips and clit probably made me look like a laughing stock. They had all just earned a spot on my imaginary shit list of people I would be getting even with.

“Girls, when I tell you inspection from now on I want you to assemble in the living room side by side. I want you to stand with your legs apart and your asses facing the couch. I want you to put your hands behind your head. Push your tits out and hold your mouths open, do that now,” My mom said.

She arched our backs, pushed our legs wider, and bent our knees to adjust us in front of George, Lori, and Crystal.

“Hey, you are blocking Knight Rider!” George was joking.

“George!” Lori insisted he stop joking around as my mom prepared us for inspection.

“What? I want to see if Michael is able to save the girl!” George teased her and said, “Never mind, this is better anyway! Wall to wall Ass-TV, buttcracks for days!” he joked.

His sisters laughed too.

Once we were in position, my mom showed them how to inspect us and called Jenny over so she could watch too. She started by looking up our nose.

“For boogers?” Crystal asked.

“Yes, or anything out of the ordinary,” my mom looked in our ears. She told them to also be on the lookout for lice or ticks. “It is Summer in Florida, and there are ticks all over the place. They can’t be pulled off. They have to be burned off with a match,” she said.

Lori said she knew how to do that. I was hardly going to trust Lori to burn my skin with a match! Although I could tell my mother would let her do it if she found one. It did beat the alternative of having a creepy-crawling tick burrowing into my skin.

Mom removed my clothespins and tossed them aside. My nipples were swollen, and so was my clit. My nipples felt elongated and puffy. My pussy felt puffy too like I was hanging out all over. Only my asshole felt tight and puckered. It didn’t help that I was dripping my pussy-honey down my thigh from the intensely painful yet frustratingly erotic stimulation.

Mom lifted our tits, she put her fingers in our pussies and made us clean them. That shocked even the Donaldsons and when she put her fingers in our butts, they were stunned. George was elated and asked if he could inspect us.

“The point of the inspection is not to get your jollies at their expense. That would be more of a side benefit for you. The point is to make sure they haven’t tried to sneak anything in and out of the house,” she explained.

“Sneak it out where?” Lori asked dumbfounded since we had no clothes on.

“Cunts like these are clever. They may be stealing a key to give to a boyfriend to get in later. They may be stealing a few bucks to buy a cigarette or a lighter. They may be hiding candy,” she explained.

“Where? up their booty holes?” George laughed and added, “If it’s a Hershey’s kiss, I don’t want it back!”

“Yes, up their asses, in their cunts, under their tits, in their mouths, or in their hair. Give it a yank to check,” my mom said. She said it was also to check their general well-being.

“They will collect a lot of bruises and welts over the next few days as they get used to beatings. You want to notice any swelling, cuts, tears, or infections. You need to make me aware of anything you see like that,” she said.

“Wait, so we DO get to inspect them?” George was excited. I was angry, and I could see Mandy and Julie weren’t happy about him pawing us.

“Yes, when you babysit. I’d prefer Lori or Jenny do it, but I don’t have a problem with you checking them as well as long as it is done. I’ll show you how to do an effective short inspection,” she said.

She let Jenny inspect me, Lori inspect Mandy and George inspect Julie. She told Crystal that she could inspect one of the girls too, but she wasn’t interested.

Jenny was shorter than me, but she could reach my hair. Mom told her what to do and walked everyone through the same steps. She pulled my hair and pulled my head down. She stuck his finger in my mouth and looked up my nose. Jenny pulled my nipples and jiggled my tits. She did it very gently at first but mom told her I wouldn’t break and to give them a real squeeze. “Imagine they are oranges and you are making orange juice,” Mom said.

At mom’s direction, Jenny pinched my clit and pulled it out. I was soaking wet. Jenny commented on how wet I was. She was so lucky to be able to touch me. There were boys much older than her who done a lot more than her to be able to THINK I’d eventually let them play with my tits and pussy. Now, my mom was making me let him get his jollies in the name of this humiliating “inspection”. An inspection that served little purpose in my mind other than to cop a feel and goose me.

“Yes, it is okay if they are aroused. A girl’s nipples get hard, she gets goosebumps and flushed around the face, and her pussy gets wet in anticipation of something sexual just like a boy gets an erection,” Mom explained like I was an anatomy 101 doll for him to learn on.

“Should she milk herself?” Jenny asked in her naïve way. It was so strange to meet a person that could be such a know-it-all who at the same time had absolutely no common sense.

“No, it would only make her arousal and feelings more intense. It doesn’t work as it does for boys where once you shoot your milk you stop thinking dirty thoughts for a little while,” Mom explained in almost clinical terms like what we were talking about wasn’t sexual or naughty. It most certainly was and I couldn’t stop thinking those dirty thoughts!

I would have gladly “milked” myself at this point since I was naked already and no one there would really be all that shocked if I started diddling my kitty right in front of them after what they had already seen. I like my privacy but at this point, I was dying to just get a little orgasm. It would allow me to block out the intensely frustrating humiliating feeling I was having being on display and being the object of scorn and ridicule.

“Dang, I’d like to see them milk themselves!” George said as he played with Julie’s hairy pussy.

“Don’t play with it, just wiggle the clit and put your fingers around it, then stick your finger in her mouth to wash it for you,” Mom told him that this process should take less than 30 seconds per girl and would be performed frequently.

“But if we don’t put our hand all the way up there, then how do we know if they have something up their cunts?” George said. I was mortified he wanted to put his entire hand in me.

“This isn’t the hokey pokey, George! You don’t have to put your whole hand in and shake it all about!!” Lori jiggled her own hand like she was literally putting her fist all the way up Mandy’s ass and laughed as her own massive tits shook back and forth in her tiny tank top.

“If they know they will get a full inspection periodically, they are less tempted to hide anything. Most things will fall out when they walk, or you jiggle something. This is just a quick spot-check, Mom said.

She told them to tell us to spread our ass cheeks. We held our ass cheeks wide in synch at the same time like soldiers in a drill line. Mom said they could slip their pointer finger all the way up our asshole.

“All the way? past the first knuckle?” George asked.

“Yep, it should be wet from inspecting their pussy and being washed in their mouths. Trust me, it is a long shaft. The finger will go all the way in,” Mom said, and George needed no more encouragement than that.

Jenny, on the other hand, was reluctant and scared. I think she was intimidated of me.

“Does this make you uncomfortable, Jenny?” Mom asked with a concerned expression.

“No, I want to inspect her! Blair’s butt hole is just so tight. It looks like a balloon knot. I can’t get my finger in there, Ma’am,” Jenny said. I was clenching my asshole more out of nervousness than a desire to deny him access.

“Relax your asshole, Fart Face or this will hurt,” Mom said and then stuck her finger in and out of my asshole and made me lick it.

“Wriggle it around, feel for any turd balls,” Mom said.

“What if we find some, Ma’am?” Jenny asked as she scrunched her nose in disgust at the thought of encountering a broken little piece of shit inside of my ass.

“Then she has to shit, which I will show you as well,” Mom said. “If she has just been allowed to shit, then you will punish her because she squatted and didn’t finish!” Mom said.

“Does this apply to me too, Ma’am?” Jenny seemed concerned. Her little finger was inch-worming around in my butthole. I tightened my sphincter muscles so she could not pull it out.

“No, you are in Sissy Summer Camp. Your rules are the same except that I will expect you at times to inspect and supervise the girls. If you cannot handle it that then that responsibility will be taken from you. Don’t worry, I won’t let any of you fly solo until I am sure you can handle them. They aren’t easy like Buddy and Lewis,” My mom smirked playfully.

Jenny pulled her finger back and said I did have a turd ball. That was so humiliating to hear them laughing about it. My mom looked at Jenny’s finger and said that as long as there is no shit on it, she should stick it in my mouth.

I was tempted to bite her finger off. I wanted her to feel like she was putting her finger in Lion’s mouth and that I could bite down anytime I wanted, but I chose not to do so.

“Stop glaring at Jenny,” my mom told me that I was in no position to act tough. She saw right through me.

Mom went over acceptable punishments that included palm spanking and the use of Tyrone if we did not cooperate or were trying to hide something. She said she wanted to know about anything they found.

“I’ll focus on them being aroused, having hair where they shouldn’t, or foul odors. You just check them for ticks, theft, bruises or anything like that,” Mom said.

I felt utterly humiliated, and I felt like a fish that had just been fileted by a fisherman down at a marina. They had their fingers inside of us, and we had to just stand there and clean their fingers like it was our pleasure. It was so disgusting. The fact that Mandy and Julie didn’t’ complain meant if I complained I’d be seen as the weak one and I wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction. I smiled like it was not that big of an indignity to let my cousin finger my butt.

Jenny asked when she could do this again, and Mom told her about every two hours around the house normally and when we come in or out. “I’ll do it most of the time, but if I ask you to help me out or if Lori is babysitting, then she will let you know if she wants help,” Mom said.

Next came the maintenance beating.

“Girls, when I tell you attention from now on I want you to assemble in the living room for punishment. My mom was going to continue to train us in front of Jenny and the Donaldsons!!

She arranged the three of us in a tight circle so that my left nipple touched Mandy’s boob, and my right nipple touched Julie’s boob, and their tits were also touching. We were close enough we could kiss but with our arms around each other with our asses sticking out.

My mom said we would do it face to face if there was only one of us or assume the position with ass facing the couch and our hands behind our heads by ourselves if there was only one of us. She made us demonstrate and practice it to be sure we understood. There was little difference between inspection and attention when you are alone except that you bent over a little more and bent at the knees in attention.

Julie had the most curious and goofy expression on her face as we stood face to face touching lips when we demonstrated how two girls would stand. It was like she expected me to open my mouth to kiss her. We had our hands around each other like we were hugging.

Mom said we would get 10 swats each of palm spanking. She explained how to spank on our ass and talked about not hitting the tail bone or anything hard and how to do it safely.

“An ass is an ass, isn’t it?” George asked.

My mom sighed and told him he wouldn’t be allowed to punish us unless this was done backward and forwards. “I am perfectly fine, leaving this to Lori and Jenny. Crystal you are welcome to try it too,” she said, but Crystal declined. My mom wasn’t going to push her to do something she didn’t want to do. She told everyone never to punish in anger.

“You may be angry about what they have done or said. Do not let that change how you would punish. Stay calm and in control. This is not about retribution or vengeance. It is about correcting behavior and reminding them who is boss. In this case, we are giving them twenty swats tonight just as a maintenance beating,” Mom said.

That sounded like balogna to me. I always spanked in anger. It gave me a little extra vigor to my swings!

We were partnered up as before with the same person who inspected us. Jenny stood behind me and smacked my butt three times while I counted. It felt like nothing at all. It was hard to pretend it hurt. I wanted to laugh and ask him if he had started yet, and I realized that the punishment for doing that right now would outweigh the joy of laughing at my cousin one more time.

“While their asses were clearly meant for spanking, there are other places that are highly useful for punishment. She said that while the face can be slapped that everything from the neck up was out of bounds. Mom also said the spine and ribs were off limits. She told them that for now spanking on the bottom of feet would only be conducted by her.

Mom showed them how to slap the inner thighs. She slapped our tits with the cups of our hands so that she smashed our nipples. She slapped our pussies right on the clit and asked if anyone had any questions so far.

“The pussy is basically just like slapping an ass. It’s got a crack like an ass,” George said.

My mom explained by going around behind me and smacking both cheeks and watching them jiggle. Then she made me pull my ass cheeks apart for her and slapped me hard directly on my asshole and then flicked it with her finger. “Do you see the difference? When you are palm spanking, you should aim for the butt cheeks, but more advanced techniques involving a rod or spanking the asshole will get better results. For now, I want you to spank the cheeks,” Mom said.

She came around to my front and showed him how my pussy was wet, and she pulled my clit out to show him. She said, “Go ahead and grab it and tug it out,” and then she hit it hard. I wanted to buckle at the knees. “There are no cheeks. You need to hit here on the clit. You can also pinch it,” mom squeezed.

She had me lay on my back and hold my legs apart so that I was splayed wide. “A better position to spank them on the cunt or tits is this one. Girls, if I give you the command V position and point to the floor, I want you to grab your ankles and then pull them apart wide and lay on your back like this. If I don’t point to the ground, I want you to spread your legs and bend over and grab your ankles,” she said.

This was beginning to sound complicated like cheerleading positions.

My mom squatted down and began to slap my pussy hard so that the others could see.

“Obviously, you give her time to count between them. If you get really good at this, you should develop a rhythm so that every swing is in time with the last. It helps because once they start to anticipate the swing and accept it sets up a kind of pattern,” Mom said before letting them try it.

“I am sorry I have to do this,” Jenny said to me as she knelt between my parted legs and looked down at your bare legs.

“No, you are not, Miss Jenny,” I said to her as I looked at her and waited for the inevitable slap. I wasn’t afraid because Jenny was a weakling who couldn’t hit hard.

“I am sorry. You were good at being in charge of me. If I hadn’t come down here then you may not be in trouble,” she said apologetically. It was some kind of trick to make me feel guilty. I sneered at her.

My mom told her that I got in trouble because I was a cunt and that it was inevitable and the discipline long overdue. “Less talking, more slapping. Give them 5 on the cunt, 5 on each tit,” Mom said.

We counted them out from the floor and Mandy and Julie were almost in rhythm as they counted and thanked George and Lori, but naturally, my cousin had to be a slowpoke and savor my humiliation.

“Three, thank you just do it please, Sir. I don’t mind, and it has to be done anyway. Hit me with your best shot,” I said while he was still between my legs. He had not hit my clit in any way that would bother me.

The fourth slap was very hard - so much so that a little spit ran down the side of my mouth.

“Four, thank you, sir, please may I have another,” I said with bated breath.

Jenny hit me hard on the clit again, and this time, I thanked him, and I meant it. Damn it that felt better than sex. I wanted so bad to play with myself. I couldn’t wait until we went to bed so I could finger fuck myself to sleep. If I was lucky maybe Mandy or Julie would be willing to eat me out too! I could use a little TLC on my tender pussy. She hadn’t hit so hard that it knocked me into next week, but the pressure against my clit and the feeling of compression had triggered something that had begun with the clothespin. I was deeply ashamed. I liked it. I did not want my cousin to even suspect I got off on it. I didn’t want to know I got off on it either!! I was embarrassed for myself!

The titty slaps were nothing noteworthy. I counted, and Jenny hit me.

Mom told them they could do the inner thighs or the belly. Lori gave Mandy a pink belly by hitting her repeatedly on her tight stomach.

Mom told them to limit normal punishments or maintenance beatings to 20 strokes to any part of the body in combination. “Anything more than that and you need me involved. This is a demonstration so; obviously, we can do a few more. I want to introduce you all to Luther,” Mom held up her wooden paddle with pride and told us to stand up in the Attention position again.

“I am going to give them ten swats each but this time we are going to do affirmations,” Mom explained that the affirmations were a big part of training and part of our grade. She also explained that we’d be graded but not the part about her having to serve us when we passed. It made me wonder if she was going to welsh on the deal at the end. I definitely would have if I were her.

She told them that we had to be complete, forthcoming, and honest in our responses and that they had to pertain to the question being asked. “Don’t let them ramble,” mom said as she warmed up the paddle and rubbed my ass. She was starting with me first, obviously.

“You should ask them to tell you why they appreciate being in discipline, what they are learning, you can ask about their shortcomings, you can ask how they plan to get better, you can ask about different things that happened that day. I am going to demonstrate for you on Blair and then when I do Mandy and Julie I am going to let you take turns asking the questions. My mom also said that it was fine to reset the count if our answers were unacceptable or we forgot to count. She said we count so that we are present in the moment and aware. Since there was only ten, she would ask a question on each stroke but that it wasn’t necessary to do it after every stroke. “It is just recommended,” my mom said. She explained it was quite alright to talk down to us, be rude to us as a general rule. “I didn’t have to tell Fart Face that it was okay with Jenny because she is naturally snotty. These girls can benefit from being spoken down to so you are doing them a favor when you do it,” My mom said.

I hated that these backwoods rednecks would be permitted to watch my humiliation and participate in it. I absolutely loathed the idea of them being able to talk down to me, though. I am sure my mother knew that when she said it.

They sat Indian style on the bed and watched my ass as I waited with anticipation for the first kiss from Lucifer. He was much harder than Tyrone, but thankfully, mom was using the flat side and not the spiked side of the paddle. Mom said that there were still other things they had to learn but that they’d have to go after this since it was getting late. The Donaldsons didn’t want to leave, but mom promised them they would learn everything they needed to know before she’d let them babysit us.

“Obviously, since Fart Face has had all of one day of discipline training her answers will most likely not be acceptable to me. I still want her to try as she is being graded on this for her humility grade. However, I will tell you what I would have found acceptable afterward if it isn’t. That will help Mandy and Julie as well to listen and prepare. I sometimes ask follow on questions based on the responses. The goal here is to make them think and to admit things to themselves and those around them that they hear out loud. I’ll start us out,” mom said. Finally! I thought she was going to bore me to death with a lecture about affirmations I had already heard.

She spanked me once hard against the ass to get me warmed up.

“One Ma’am, Thank you!” I stuck my butt out. I had to speak into the girl’s faces as I answered. I am sure they didn’t appreciate my wet breath in their face, which was one small upside to this exercise.

“What is your name?” she asked me and hit me again harder.

That was an easy one, “Blair Conner, Ma’am” I said as I counted out the second one.

“No, it is Fart Face, have you not been listening today? The answer is your pet name,” Mom said and hit me again across the ass. This time harder than the first two. She asked what I was.

“I am a girl, Ma’am,” I said.

“Yes, but the answer I was looking for was a cunt. I would have accepted lying, conniving little bitch, stupid slut, or dumb whore,” Mom wasn’t kidding. That hurt my feelings worse than my ass. She thought I was a whore? Sure, I had used guys for things and gave them sex, but I technically never charged money. She struck me a fourth time and this time poked the paddle against my pussy lips which were exposed behind me.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It is my cunt, Ma’am,” I said. I got ONE right. If this was a pop-quiz, I wouldn’t score very highly tonight.

“Good, and what is your cunt’s purpose?” My mom swung the paddle between my legs. It wasn’t as hard as she was hitting my ass, but she used the spiky side to squash my pussy lips.

“Its purpose is to pee, and for sex, Ma’am?” I said.

“Don’t let cunts ask you questions when they are giving you answers. You see how her voice went up at the end? That was her asking me if that was right. That would be an automatic do-over of this question. She should be polite and answer very deliberate. She is also not allowed to use euphemisms or use an antecedent.

My mother is a teacher, and she uses big words all the time. No one but Jenny knew what an antecedent was. Mom asked Jenny to tell everyone else in plain language. Jenny explained I had to say Cunt instead of saying “it” because that made the word more powerful. Lastly, my mother said that my cunt’s purpose was “To piss, sex, and to be used to control and punish me,” she said based on all three of these mistakes she would have started back at count one.

“What is your mouth’s purpose, Fart Face?” Mom hit my ass again with the paddle. It was so hard it made me spit right on Mandy’s nose.

“To talk, eat, and so you can control and punish me with it, Ma’am?” I asked.

“Good, all of your holes serve that purpose. Your mouth is no longer for telling lies. Every lie you tell will be found out and affect your grade at the end of Summer School. Are you a pathological liar who can’t help herself or do you choose to tell lies to suit you?” My mom hit me again.

“Seven Ma’am, I choose to tell lies to suit my purposes,” I said. Although, the question did make me wonder if sometimes I couldn’t help myself.

“So you are going to choose to tell the truth and see where that got you because lying got you a blistered, sore ass. Do you appreciate the time I am taking to make sure you understand that or do you think I am going to far?” My mom hit me again.

I wished she had not asked me that question. Yes, I thought my mom had grossly over-reacted to the party. There was a long history of things I had done wrong before that that she didn’t address, but surely she could have stepped in a long time ago. However, I also knew that she expected me to say that it was appropriate. Mandy and Julie were both on board with this training and were pressed close to me. Mandy should have slapped me for spitting on her. I spit again, but this time it wasn’t an accident as I answered.

“No, Ma’am, I think this is appropriate given the many things I’ve done wrong, and I don’t see any other options, Eight ma’am, thank you,” I said.

“You see, you can tell she is lying because her asshole puckers up when she does?” she pulled my ass cheeks open, and they looked between my cheeks. I turned red in the face. “Fart face doesn’t know what is best for her, and obviously she resents this treatment - anyone would. I am not going to win mother of the year for training my daughters,” Mom said. I noticed she referred to us as her daughters just then. I wasn’t sure if that was a Freudian slip or intentional to piss me off. “I could have sent her to juvenile detention and given her a permanent record. She’d be around hardened criminals, be abused by guards, get in the system. I could have ignored it. I’ve chosen to discipline her the way that I think she needs to be disciplined because I have seen these techniques work on girls like her. It worked on me. You could accept Fart Face’s answer. She said it because she thinks that is what I want to hear. However, I had just told her I wanted her to be honest, which is why I am insulted by it,” My mom sounded disappointed. I hadn’t intended to insult her! “At this stage in her training, I would have expected her to say something respectful about how she thought this was very extreme but was going to be open-minded or even that she didn’t want to do this and preferred juvenile detention,” my mom smacked my ass again hard with the paddle. She asked if I preferred juvenile detention to this summer school program.

“No Ma’am, I prefer summer school,” I said as I counted out the ninth swat.

“Good, that time you see no pucker? I love how her ass cheeks hang open slightly when you smack them. It is like a built in lie detector,” Mom chuckled. She had one question last, and I would be done with this humiliating affirmation. She hit me hard against the ass, and I was prepared for any question.

“Are you glad Mandy and Julie are in Summer School with you?” she asked.

That was a tough question that I had not anticipated and wasn’t ready for. I am a vindictive twat, so naturally, I would want others to share my fate if I was going down. At the same time, they both seemed to be getting something out of what we were doing already, and I didn’t want them to get something out of it if I wasn’t.

“Ten Ma’am, thank you very much! I am glad Mandy and Julie are here with me in the discipline. We all had a part to play in the party and mine was the biggest. I’ve been a bad influence on them, and they were already cunts before they met me. We’ve only reinforced negative values, and I want to see how we behave when we graduate,” I said.

Mom seemed happy and pointed to my asshole. “I thought it would wink at me, but it didn’t. Well, it may not work, but that was a good answer. I hope you believe it. Next time, don’t spit on the other girls on purpose,” Mom said as she moved on to Mandy after making me kiss the warm paddle. My red ass was throbbing, and I wanted so badly for anyone to rub it with lotion at this point.

Crystal asked if she could participate in the questions, too, and my mom said yes. The four of them would take turns in order asking questions, and mom would help guide them and us on our responses.

She swatted Mandy, and Lori asked: “What has been the worst thing about discipline on your first day in Summer Camp?”

That seemed like a soft-ball easy question. It didn’t seem fair they got off easy. Mandy counted each of these off properly so I’ll just provide her responses to the questions asked without the count.

“I think for me it was when my mom dropped me off here this morning. I felt like she was betraying me and didn’t care, but I’ve started to realize she just didn’t have the nerve to actually dare put me through anything like this, Ma’am,” she said.

My mom didn’t correct one word. If I was being graded, I only had one right out of ten, and already Mandy had the first one right.

“What is your name?” George asked next.

“Mandy Sonneborne, Sir” Mandy answered plainly.

“I meant like your pet name,” George said. Mandy didn’t have one, and my mom explained that.

“What about Buttfuckstuckupfatcunt bitch?” George suggested seemingly at random.

“The Pet names will come organically,” my mom smirked and thanked George for the suggestion but swatted Mandy again. Mandy seemed to think it was cute. He wanted to name her and wasn’t offended at all. My mom told everyone they didn’t have to repeat the same questions she asked, and it was okay to pass if they didn’t have one.

Jenny asked, “Did you really want me to poop on the lawn like a dog or were you just seeing if Fart Face would make me, Ma’am?” he said. My mom told him he didn’t have to call us Ma’am or Miss any longer even though we were older. He was higher than us on the totem pole now. Jenny seemed to prefer calling us Ma’am anyway and found it a hard habit to break.

“Yes, I would have made you shit out on the lawn like a dog. I thought it would be funny and I guess it wouldn’t have been, Sorry Sir” Mandy said.

“I am not a sir,” Jenny reminded her that she was technically a girl and said that it would have been funny if she had shit on the lawn. She didn’t feel any apology was necessary.

“The girls are never to be thanked for the things they do for you. If they do something, it is expected. Thanking them only makes them feel entitled to gratitude. Consequently, they should always apologize for rude behavior. Funny or not, she intended to make a mockery of you, and this is where it got her,” My mom spanked Mandy’s ass again. This time it was Crystal’s turn.

“Pass,” Crystal said and but then demurely said “Wait, I know. If you graduate from summer school, would you want to be our friend or will you hate us for seeing you like this?” that was a good question.

“That is a good question, Ma’am. If I graduate and Mom’s training works, then I would like to try being friends, and I would not hold any hard feelings against you if you don’t work against me. We could start fresh,” she said. I was hoping my mom would call bullshit and say her asshole puckered. That was a good answer. It felt so surreal and wrong, hearing her address my mother as her mom. The next swat was for Lori to ask a question.

“Why did you just call Mrs. Conner Mom?” she asked.

“She said we could address her as a mom if we wanted, Ma’am. I love my own mother, and Mrs. Conner isn’t taking her place. It just felt right to say it,” she said.

Lori asked if she could address my mom the same way.

My mom asked why she wanted to do that.

“You are awesome,” Lori said with enthusiastic surprise that my mom didn’t know that. “I wish my mom was like you!”

“Would you if you fucked up and she put you in discipline?” my mom asked.

“Maybe not then so much but if I needed it I guess so,” Lori said. The other Donaldsons echoed her sentiment that they liked my mom a lot. She said they could call her that but made them promise not to tell their own parents or do it around them. “The last thing I want is them to be offended by that. If you want to call me a second momma I would be honored as long as you know you have a first mom,” my mom seemed flattered. She pounded Mandy’s ass hard, and Mandy spit on my face and tits. It seemed like an accident, but I knew it wasn’t.

“Does your brother Gerald know about this?” he asked her. George was the kind of fart knocker that would hang out with a loser like Gerald.

“No, sir, I don’t think so, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him or invite him over please,” she said.

“My whole family knows I am here, and so does Fart Faces,” Julie piped up before my mom could silence her with a blast from Luther across her ass.

“Fair point, if you want to tell Gerald then that is fine. He’d probably find out anyway. He just won’t ever let me live it down, Sir. After what I did, I deserve nothing less anyway,” Mandy admitted. George said he wouldn’t tell Gerald he just wondered. I felt a little sympathy for Mandy after she made her plea to leave him out of this, but I would definitely get word to Gerald at some point to swing on over. My mom swatted her again. This was her final swat. Once again, the question would come from Jenny, and I assumed it would be another softball.

“Do you like being spanked?” he asked simply. Jenny was quiet and didn’t say anything like she hadn’t heard it. Jenny repeated the question.

“I am sorry, Miss Jenny, I heard you the first time. I was just thinking how to phrase that answer. I don’t like having to huddle like this with the other girls and be exposed, but I don’t mind this spanking. It isn’t as painful as I thought it would be at first. What seems to be doing more to me is the questions. They are making me think about things I’ve never thought about before, and they are uncomfortable. I like them, Ma’am,” she said.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Jenny said and then corrected herself and called her Mandy.

“You did really well for your first affirmation,” she let Mandy kiss the paddle before moving on to Julie.

“Do your worst, Ma’am” Julie planted her feet and waited for the first swat. My mom hit her hard, and Julie’s eyes popped open, and she looked really shocked.

“That was about three on a scale of one to ten. Still, want me to give you a ten with Luther?” Mom asked her.

“One Ma’am, I will take a two, please,” she asked.

My mom said that one didn’t count and she would get a do-over since she wasn’t asking the questions. Mom hit her again, and this time, it was Crystal’s turn to ask a question. Julie counted one and thanked my mother as she waited for Crystal to ask her question. Crystal was shy and wasn’t drinking this all in hungrily like George and Lori.

“Have you ever done butt sex? Like a dick in the butt? what is it like?” Crystal asked. That stunned all of us. My mom said it was a bizarre question but perfectly acceptable during affirmations to ask about past experiences.

“Yes Ma’am, I let my Uncle Frank fuck me in the butt once for a rack of ribs. He couldn’t get hard, so he peed inside my asshole. After that, I didn’t do it again. I’ve had lots of fingers in the butt though. Until now, I’ve never sucked one after it’s been in my butt,” Julie said.

I don’t know why, but that story made me extremely wet. My nipples got hard too. We were all stunned. My mom made no corrections to her response and hit her again across the ass. Julie counted two and thanked my mother. I wasn’t sure if she was still hitting at a 3 on a scale of one to ten, but Julie had adjusted to the pain and was taking it. The swats certainly sounded loud and painful. I’ll just provide questions and responses as I did with Mandy.

“When you invited me to the party, did you know Fart Face wouldn’t let me come?” Lori asked. It seemed like a strange question to dwell on. The party was over. I already told her why she couldn’t come. Why didn’t she just move on?

“Yes Ma’am, I thought it would be funny to pretend to be your friend and invite you to a party only to let Fart Face tell you no. That way, I could pretend I was a good person. I didn’t want you there either, and I knew there was no way Fart Face would let you come to the party. I am not sorry about that. Not yet anyway, I am still a bitch and a cunt. I know I should apologize and feel bad about it, but I enjoyed giving you hope so that my friend could take it away. I felt like hurting you made things I didn’t like about myself go away, but it doesn’t. I hope I will feel sorry for what I did, thank you for asking me that question, Ma’am,” Julie said. It was no fair she had been able to listen to us answer questions and come up with really good responses. If anything, it should have made my mom angry because Julie was even worse than me. She invited her, knowing I would shoot her down! The answer impressed my mom instead because she paused for a second and thought about it without saying anything before hitting her again with the paddle.

I knew what I had to do. I had to invite Lori’s parents over here one night. I would expose the fact that Lori’s dad cheated with my mom one night to her Mother and tear her family asunder. That would be appropriate payback for Lori pointing out what happened at the party.

“Can your pet name be Slunt? A cross between a cunt and a slut?” George asked when he heard Julie’s apology. He seemed obsessed with giving us names. I was glad I was not being expected to apologize to Lori. I am a good actress but it isn’t easy to bow and scrape to a fat ass redneck like her.

“It isn’t up to me what my name is going to be, but you can call me it if you want because it is accurate Sir,” Julie said with a shrug.

“You would be okay answering to that in the middle of TG&Y?” my mom asked her. “I think you are all Slunts but think about how that is going to feel to answer to the name and feel like it applies to you night and day for the entire Summer,” she told Julie. She hadn’t given me the same option when I became Fart Face.

“Does this count as one of my questions Ma’am?” Julie smirked and then said that if I’ll answer to Fart Face, she’d answer to Slunt. My mom said that her pet name was Slunt.

“Thank you, Master George, for coming up with a name that embarrasses me and combines the two things I am,” she said.

“I aim to please,” George smiled as he was quite pleased with himself for contributing. Mom told him that was well done before smacking Slunt’s butt again and letting my cousin ask a question.

My mother glared at me and told me that she expected me to apologize to Lori for my part in denying Lori when she asked to come to the party.

“It is okay, I forgive her, Ma’am” Lori said with a grin. She was loving seeing me squirm. She looked all high and mighty. She wouldn’t when she was crying because her mom left her cheating father.

“I am glad you forgave her, that is big of you, Lori,” my mom said.

“She is definitely big,” George joked. My mother glared at him and he let the matter drop.

“I’d still like my daughter to beg at your feet while I finish with Slunt,” mom said she liked the nickname but she wasn’t sure she would use it all the time. “It still doesn’t feel right,” she smiled and spanked my friend’s ass hard.

It was Jenny’s turn to ask the question. I was on my knees begging forgiveness from Lori for dismissing her from the party. It was pointless because Lori had already forgiven me but I pleaded and begged like I was told while the fat bitch sat on the couch.

“Slunt, will you mind if I slap your face sometimes?” Jenny asked her question. Julie had slapped her face and took delight in it the other day. She said he had a very slappable face.

“I wish you would, Miss Jenny. I have a very slappable face, and I am curious how it feels. Mom slapped me once tonight when I spoke out of turn, but I was particularly nasty to you, so fair is fair,” she shrugged.

My mom said Jenny could slap her face tomorrow. She let me get off the floor and called my actions pathetic. “You aren’t fooling anyone with that mewling and whining. You sound more like you are asking for permission to get off the floor then you are displaying any regret for your actions. You aren’t ready to ask for forgiveness. You don’t see yourself for what you are yet,” my mom told me.

“Slunt and Mandy seem far more capable of seeing their true selves in the mirror than you do but I am not convinced any of you are really ready to accept what I am teaching and why you need to learn it. You least of all, Fart Face,” My mom said and continued with her fifth swat on Julie’s ass when I returned to my place in the huddle of naked flesh.

“Pass...” Crystal said without hesitation before asking my mom to wait and asking, “Do you like ponies? I mean, would you like to BE a pony? you know sometimes as make believe?” Crystal was obsessed with horses. I knew Crystal was asking if Julie would play their naked tie up games outside, but Julie probably didn’t.

“One of my classes for Summer school is pet training, and a pony can be a pet, so yes, I would like to be a pony, Ma’am,” Julie’s answer really pleased Crystal.

“You can come by tomorrow after lunch and take the girls out to the woods if you like,” My mom told the Donaldsons we’d play pony with them. I hated having to go outside in general. I was too old to “play in the woods,” and even when I was young enough to justify playing in the woods, I never did it. I’d rather stay here and get my ass swatted then have to go out in the woods with the chiggers, mosquitos and whatever else is out there. Put it this way, I didn’t mind being humiliated in a Publix grocery store like I was tonight as much as I minded being seen with the Donaldsons in public.

The next swat was so hard that Julie spit all over herself and drip down her chin. I wondered why she hadn’t blasted Mandy or me in the face when she had a chance.

“Would you let your Uncle fuck you in the ass again?” Lori asked. That seemed like another silly, stupid question. These were supposed to be affirmations that rocked our worlds and shook our belief system.

Julie got very quiet and said, “I think I would like to pass on that until I know what I am supposed to say, Ma’am?” Julie said. HAH! I felt vindicated. Obviously, Julie just admitted to saying what she thought she was supposed to say. My mom wasn’t angry and coaxed Julie to say whatever she thought the right answer should be.

“You are already getting spanked in the nude. You can give a wrong answer. You just have to give an honest one,” my mom said. She didn’t even harp on what I assumed was an admission she was saying what people wanted to hear. Everyone else assumed Julie just wasn’t sure what we were supposed to be learning yet but she catches on quick.

“Yes, I would let my uncle butt fuck me again, but I am supposed to be learning to stop doing things to get something out of it. If the training works, then I’ll do it because I want him to be happy and if he does something nice for me, then it is because he wants me to be happy, Ma’am. I hope that answers your question?” Julie said, politely.

My mom told Julie she should always hope it answers their question and expect the person asking to clarify if not. She told Julie it was a good answer, and she would be addressing sex later in the training when we had a foundation of discipline established. She spanked her again hard.

“I think you shouldn’t use Slunt for a nickname,” George said. That wasn’t a question at all. Once again, I assumed he wasn’t taking this seriously. He explained he thought about it and it while she was a slunt and I was a fart face it wouldn’t work in TG&Y after all. “People may get all bent out of shape and butt hurt. They may even think the person calling you that is a mean person. If a guy saw me call Fart Face that name and didn’t know that is what she asked me to call her then he’d assume I am the asshole and not her,” he said.

I hadn’t thought about that, and I liked it. If someone had to seem like an asshole, I would rather it be George and not me. One consolation I could take away from my nickname was that people may feel sorry for me and assume my mom is the mean one.

“You have a great point, George. On the farm where I did discipline, everyone knew the pet names were supposed to reinforce your role as a slut. My sister’s pet name was Cum guzzler,” she smirked. Jenny’s face went pale. I wanted to laugh so hard as she realized her mom was a cum guzzler. She was probably pretending to be this respectable lady now like my mom was. We’ll do stripper names after this is over. I’ll let you guys pick for the girls, and we’ll put them in a hat whatever they draw out is what they get! They can surrender their old identities and answer to something cute and sexy, but that is trashy,” my Mom smiled at George like he was a genius. He was a fucking idiot!! George asked if he could still call me Fart Face and my mom said that he could call me whore, slut, asshole, or whatever as long as it was no longer Blair.

I wanted to fart in HIS face! I was so angry. He was almost at the top of my imaginary shit list by this point, and it was a mighty long list of people who have pissed me off over the years.

“Two more!” My mom swatted Julie on the ass. It wasn’t a love tap. This was definitely a hard one. I heard her moan in agony as her knees buckled and her body shuddered while she counted out the ninth swat.

“Do you like the taste of cum?” Jenny asked. This was a question out of left field for sure.

“No sir, I don’t? It’s gross,” Julie answered. I could tell from the look on Jenny’s face she was disappointed with the answer.

“Why did you ask that question, Jenny?” My mom asked. Why Oh why, does my mom have to make a big production out of everything? It was just a kid’s stupid silly dirty question. Could she not let it go? We were naked and holding a humiliating position titty to titty and lips to lips in front of our couch. Why not just let it go?

“When I sucked that man’s dick at the party I liked it. I like the taste of my own cum too. I am sorry, Ma’am for not telling you sooner but after Fart Face let me eat my cum with a spoon, sometimes when I milk myself I lick some of it off my hand. I know I shouldn’t, and I would appreciate punishment but am I a slut too?” she asked.

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker. Why did Jenny have to tell my mom about the blowjob she gave Blaze? I had left that out of the details so as not to worry her. I mentioned the blowjob spin the bottle game but not that I pushed Jenny into it first, and she ended up sucking that old man off at the party.

Mom made her tell all the details. Jenny even explained how after he came, she held it in her mouth and washed it around on her tongue, and then she kissed it back and forth with Betty Finch. It was a pity kiss for crying out loud! She was trying to turn on Blaze or something. One of the hottest girls in the entire county couldn’t possibly have any interest in a scrawny thing like my cousin.

George seemed extremely impressed and wanted to high five Jenny, but she expected she was in trouble.

I was the one in trouble. My mom had no idea I made Jenny jerk off on a saucer. I had put my face down on the table and let him use it as a target before yelling at him when he started to spooge for actually trying to hit me in the mouth with his cum. I made him lap it all up, and then I wiped the last bit of it on his tender little asshole before I shoved a hairbrush up there.

My mom already thought I was a total cunt and yet somehow the look of disappointment on her face registered that I had just dropped even lower in her estimation. Would this affect my grade? It had better not! That was my first concern. I said I was sorry. I obviously wasn’t.

I can’t remember the last question that Julie was asked. Instead, my mom sent the Donaldsons home and said we would pick out new slut names tomorrow. She made Jenny go to bed as well and tied him to the bedpost herself while we stood there in the quiet of the living room.

“Nice going,” Mandy said to me with a scornful look. Julie had the same look on her face as well. They were teaming up against me!

“You were both at the party! You saw her going with Blaze. You could have said something when it happened just like I could have. Slunt, you saw me make him jerk off, and you were laughing when he ate it. You could have stopped it,” I said defensively.

“Don’t call me Slunt, that isn’t going to be my name anyway,” Julie insisted. She looked angry with me. “I couldn’t have stopped it because once you get an idea in your evil little head, there is no stopping you!” she insisted.

“You are both as much a manipulative cunt as I am!” I insisted.

“That is the meanest thing you have ever said to me, Blair,” Mandy seemed serious.

“That is hardly the meanest thing I have ever said to you!” I explained. I had said some pretty mean things to her face, and what I said behind her back was even worse. “You are just saying that because you think you are better than me and I shouldn’t compare myself to you,” I said.

“That is true,” Mandy snickered, and Julie did as well.

“Fine, truce? We are all cunts. I am the worst one, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I was wrong to make Jenny do those things. She likes cum, though. She would have found out sooner or later. She is a little faggot, obviously,” I said.

I didn’t realize it, but Jenny was back in the living room to get something and heard every word I said.

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“I am so sorry, Miss Jenny,” I said. Jenny ran back into the bedroom.

“She is a little faggot. I don’t see why it is such a big deal to make her aware of it. I said it to Jenny’s face many times when I was still in charge.

My friends seemed to be turning on me. At the time, I thought they were overreacting.

My mom finished tying her up in my bed and probably giving her a big pep-talk about the big-bad Blair who said mean things that were also true and why Jenny was a special little angel or whatever. I hated that Jenny was getting all the positive attention. Jenny was a teacher’s pet, and I was very envious. I think that is why I liked hurting her.

“Damn, I offered to let her slap my face for what I did,” Julie said.

“I would have taken a shit out on the lawn if she wanted,” Mandy chuckled in agreement.

“What do you want me to do? suck his little dick for him?” I asked them.

“No, I expect nothing less from my daughter, then a total lack of concern for anyone else’s feelings,” My mom answered the question when she walked back into the living room. We were still huddled together naked with our asses throbbing from the paddle. The Donaldson’s had cleared out already.

“Even naked and in discipline, you shamelessly taunt people who have never done a single thing to you. I was wrong earlier when I said you reminded me of me. You ARE me if my father hadn’t disciplined me,” my mom said with disgust.

“I suppose I fail your little game now and we all have to do this after the summer is over because we had to graduate together or not at all?” I asked.

My mom grabbed me by the hair and yanked me out of the circle.

“This is not a game. The game player is you. This is a school. It is 24 hours a day and seven days a week until I say it isn’t. You have not failed. You’ve proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have to alter your course or I will be responsible for raising a total monster,” my mom held me in place. She was strong. I didn’t struggle, though. I felt I could have probably pulled freed if I had wanted too.

“So you are going to teach me to take it in the ass to make people happy and then I’ll be cured?” I asked.

“You will address me as Ma’am or Mom. I prefer Ma’am right now. I am going to teach you that, but it is one of many lessons. You remind me of a student who thinks all school includes is learning addition because it was the first lesson they ever understood. In order to be a well-rounded and well-educated person, you need to learn social sciences and philosophy, economics, Science, culinary skills, drivers ed, English, math, art, physical education. The list goes on and on, and while you pass each grade and the classes get a little bit harder, you realize that what you learned in third-grade math was just to prepare you for fourth-grade math. It lays a foundation. You start to learn that the things you learn in math will help you in Science or Music. You start to learn the things you learn are all interconnected and that what you are learning is how to operate in society. You are taking tests, completing homework, and taking notes, but those skills are just to help you learn to think and ask the right questions. Blair, what I am going to teach you is a foundation that you build upon. In two months, you can’t learn everything my father taught me in twenty years. You can’t even unlearn every bad habit you have picked up in your short time on this planet. This isn’t about butt fucking. If it were, then I would have given you to Rooster and Flick and let them nut in your ass and hoped it cured you. Don’t be absurd. The activity of giving someone else pleasure includes sexuality, but that is more like a side effect than the reason for any of this,” she said.

“Don’t you mean Fart Face?” I said about how she called me Blair.

My mom released my hair. “George was right. The name is too harsh for you. I like it because I’ve noticed that hearing it makes your asshole pucker sometimes just like when you are lying. It will make me sound like a bad mom. I’ll still call you the name of course but tomorrow when the Donaldson’s come over will pick out a new name for the Summer. You’ll leave Blair in the hat. The shitty and cruel things you have done and said. I need all three of you to say goodbye to Mandy, Blair, and Julie, the cunts for a while. You don’t really want to be them, and no one really wants to know them. Let’s start fresh tomorrow,” she said. Julie and Mandy nodded in understanding, and so did I.

I still liked being Blair, but I’d play along for now.

“You girls have had a big day with a lot of change. You’ve all done well. Even Blair, I think you have come a long way considering how rotten to the core you are,” she said.

“They are just as bad as me,” I started to explain. My mom cut me off and told me not to talk right now.

“If anyone of you had a Golden Ticket to visit Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory you would be one of the first bitches to drop down the bad egg chute into the incinerator!” my mom chuckled wryly.

“Oompa Loompa doompadee dee!” Julie started to sing playfully in agreement.

“If you are wise you will listen to me,” Mandy sang along.

“Who do you blame when your kid is a cunt,” Julie continued the song.

“Doompa Loompa, Dumpadee Dunt!” Mandy and Julie chuckled the lyrics together.

“I am glad you two are so amused by all of this,” My mom smirked.

“It isn’t that. It is just that no one has ever called me out like this before, Ma’am” Mandy said it has made her feel ashamed of herself. She said people just let her get away with it and assumed this was just how she was.

That was what happened to me too! Can I help it if I am pretty and intimidate people? If they let me get away with things, then why wouldn’t I?

Julie told Mandy that was bullshit, and she had been called out for being a trifling bitch many times.

“Yes, but no one actually made me aware of it like this and then made me do something to change it,” Mandy said.

My mom smiled at them. I wished she would smile at me. I wanted to say something like that too.

“I am going to be better tomorrow, Mom. I am sorry I am such a cunt,” I said.

“No, you are not sorry. You will be, though,” she promised.

She told us she needed to give us an enema and get our teeth brushed.

She didn’t tell us we would be doing it at the same time.

My mom taught us a new position. She called it the “Eating” position. It was down on the ground with our tits touching the floor and our ass up with our palms face down in front of us. Ass should either be facing the table or whoever ordered us into the position. Legs should be wide enough, both pussy and asshole are visible, and if not, we will be punished and spread. We can politely ask without being spoken to first if anyone behind us can see our asshole and pussy fully. She said this position was used for a variety of things besides eating, and in this case, it would be for receiving an enema.

We have tile floors in the living room. If we didn’t have tile, my brothers would have destroyed the carpet long ago. Kneeling on tile is painful, and it hurts your knees. It didn’t take me long to figure out how difficult this position was. It was the one I put Jenny in to eat except without tits I didn’t make her try to touch nipples to the ground.

My mom made us crawl from that position into the bathroom together single file. That meant I had to crawl behind Mandy’s pussy, and Julie had to crawl behind mine. Mom wanted us as close to nose to ass as possible while we crawled so that I was almost between her butt cheeks.

She let me raise up to butt level and pushed my head closer. “If she queefs or farts, I want you to be able to taste it,” mom said there was no such thing as too close. “You girls are going to be doing a lot of stuff together this summer so you may as well get used to each other’s bodies,” she told us.

My mom made us wait side by side in the bathroom in the eat position in front of the toilet like we were worshipping it. She took her sweet time and told us not to talk when she went into her bedroom to get some supplies.

“What exactly is an enema?” I asked the other girls. They wouldn’t talk.

“Oh, so now I am the only rule breaker?” I whispered angrily.

“My Aunt used to give herself an enema. They take a plastic bottle and stick it up your ass,” Julie explained.

“Why would your Aunt tell you she did that?” I thought it was something perverted.

“The water goes in your butt and then washes the shit back out,” Julie explained. That sounded even worse than doing it for pleasure. I was nervous imagining all the possible variations of this contraption and what it would feel like when I finally got one. The anticipation was killing me and making me wet at the same time. I hated it because my mom would notice the cum dripping out of my pussy right away and think it was because I liked being exposed with my pussy and asshole spread so anyone could come up behind me and literally do anything to me they wanted.

When mom came out, she ran water into three hot water bags. It didn’t look so bad. She stuck the nozzles in our mouths. At first, I thought she meant us to drink the water. We were just supposed to clean them. I wondered who had used them previously and scrunched my nose in disgust.

She pulled the nozzles out of our mouths and inspected them then stuck one in each of our buttholes. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel pleasant either.

I was about to ask if this was it when I felt the cold water hit my anus and begin to enter my body. Mom said that she would only do “Half” a bag tonight and we’d work up to more later.

“You have ten minutes like this. When it is done, you’ll take turns dumping into the toilet. You may not sit on the toilet. You must squat over it,” mom explained.

I was about to say that she was being a hypocrite because before we had to use bowls, but I chose to bite my tongue. The water was filling me up, and I could feel my belly expanding like I was a balloon. I looked pregnant. I didn’t want stretch marks at my age! The sensation was unpleasant, to say the least.

My mom bent down and superglued a single toothbrush to the toilet bowl with some toothpaste. She told Julie to start first. Julie didn’t know what was expected. My mom got down on her hands and knees still in her clothes and positioned Julie on all fours so that she could grip the toothbrush in her mouth without her hands.

Julie held the toothbrush in her mouth and then wiggled her ass and tits back and forth instead of moving the brush with her hands. I can’t describe how hilarious it looked with the tits jiggling and ass moving back and forth while the toothbrush didn’t move as Julie tried to brush her teeth with it. Julie giggled a couple times herself at how ludicrous this must have appeared. She had to move her head back and forth to brush with the rest of her body.

Mom gave Julie permission to stand up after two minutes. Julie was allowed to spit in the sink. Mom said we would each be taking turns from now on. I was just happy she didn’t expect us to swallow the nasty backwash from our tooth brush.

My mom had found a way to make even the simple act of brushing our teeth a humiliating exercise. I didn’t like sharing toothbrushes.

“Is this Blair’s toothbrush?” Julie said as she gritted her teeth and looked at it.

“Yes,” my mom said.

“Blair, I was wiping my ass with your toothbrush every time I came over,” she said and then she put her mouth on it and began to vigorously shimmy back and forth to brush her teeth. Dragging her nipples against the tile and shaking her ass. I am sure it would have looked hilarious or even sexy to someone who was watching to see the three of us taking turns brushing our teeth this way.

I wasn’t sure when my mom turned off the water, but I felt like I was going to shit about half-way through this exercise. Water started dripping from my butthole.

“I’ve had coffee enemas. Those will wake you up,” Mom said. “If you ever do go to a real gang bang and not some silly kid party, you should do three of these in a row or until the water is clear completely,” my mom advised. It grossed me out to think she was giving me gang bang advice.

Once we finished brushing our teeth, we were all grunting and groaning. My mom pushed the plugs in and stood over us. “Julie, you go first,” she said.

“Yes Ma’am,” Julie pulled the plug out of her ass and quickly hopped over the toilet. She squatted on the rim of the bowl and held her ass over it.

I was glad I didn’t watch. It sounded like she had the squirts, and the amount of water that came out of her ass would have definitely overfilled our bowls. My mom flushed twice, and Julie thanked her afterward and sounded relieved.

“Mandy, your next,” Mom said. That bitch knew I was struggling. This was retaliation. Mom said that from now on the girl with the lowest GPA will go last, and that was me.

“I’ve done everything you told me, I thought I was starting fresh,” I pleaded as Mandy unloaded a massive wave of brown in the toilet that I can never unsee. She sighed in relief, and my mom flushed twice.

“You have, but you are still doing the least acceptable amount. Don’t worry. A lot can happen in two months,” Mom said as she told me to squat over the toilet. The rim was cold, and I thought I’d slip off once I was up there as the water shot out of my ass in the most humiliating and un-ladylike of ways. This was definitely the most embarrassing thing that had happened to me on the most humiliating day of my life.

I had to precariously balance myself. I’d only ever squatted once before when I was in a portapotty that was disgusting. This was a lot different because our toilet was a lot thinner and I wasn’t completely naked. It didn’t matter though. I was so happy to let it all out. I laughed with pleasure! My mom flushed three times total for me, and I stunk up the bathroom, but afterward, I felt fantastic and like I had lost five pounds of bloat in my intestines.

That was quite a blow-out. I think none of us expected the after effect to feel like our guts were sucked out of us. It was deeply humiliating, but at the same time, I felt 10 pounds lighter and less bloated. I could see from Mandy’s bright blue eyes that she thought this was a crazy experience, but she too was wrestling with the fact it felt good now that it was over. Julie couldn’t stop snickering at how over the top the entire thing was.

“At my house, our toilet backs up, and squirts shit back on our asses! At your house, our asses back up and we squirt shit all over the toilet,” she said.

Mom didn’t laugh. She regarded us like we were disgusting, stinky vermin who had to be watched at all times like gypsy con-girls trying to snatch anything that wasn’t nailed down and get away with whatever we could.

Mom made us crawl back into the kitchen, which was also tile. It is the first room you see when you enter our Duplex off to the right. Mom said we’d be crawling a lot and it would hurt our knees, but we’d get used to it.

“Just wait until I make you kneel on frozen peas,” she smirked. She had some straps that she brought from her room. She told us to lay on our backs and spread our legs while lifting them over our heads. She banded our wrists to our ankles so that our legs were lifted over our heads and our we could see our tits, pussy, and ass from this angle if we raised our heads as we lay flat on our backs.

Then my mother tied Julie’s right ankle to a cord and tied that to the doorknob. She tied her left ankle to my right ankle but left enough room that Julie could not bring her legs back down flat before tying my left ankle to Mandy’s right ankle. She tied Mandy’s left ankle to the glass door leading outside in the living room.

We were spread out in a single line on our backs so that there was enough distance between us that we couldn’t close our legs and the rope was tight enough we couldn’t bring our legs back down.

“You expect us to sleep like this, Ma’am?” I sneered.

“No, I expect you to lie there quietly until you pass out and when you wake up to be thankful that I let you rest. There are quite a few less comfortable ways I could have bound you tonight. Just wait until I get the cage,” My mom assured me.

We had no pillow or blanket, and we were laying on cold tile in the open with our legs pulled open and our wrists bound. I wondered how it could have been any worse.

“If I catch you talking I’ll gag you,” Mom said as she turned out the light and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She left on the patio light and the curtains to the two big full-frame windows that let anyone who stepped up to our door see us like this on the kitchen floor. It wasn’t likely anyone would come over at night, but it was definitely possible. I wondered if Jack and Bruce would check on me or if they knew I was under restriction.

Naturally, we couldn’t resist whispering all night and talking.

“Well, another fine mess you’ve gotten me into, Ollie” Mandy said in a funny British accent.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Mandy?” I sneered at her.

“It is a line from Laurel and Hardy,” Julie explained.

“We have our legs spread wide open, and we are tied up, and you two cunts are quoting old movies?” I whispered angrily.

“If this was three stooges then you would be Moe,” Mandy assured me with a chuckle.

“Definitely Moe,” Julie agreed.

“Good, he is the one that pokes you two in the eye, right?” I muttered with a churlish grin. That was kind of funny, and I allowed myself to laugh a bit.

“I have to itch my nose, so bad!” Mandy finally whispered in frustration.

“I want to rub my bruises!” Julie whispered in commiseration with her friend.

“I need someone to come eat this pussy,” I admitted with a grin, and the two of them laughed at the boldness of my statement.

“Anyone could do anything they wanted to us if they found us this way,” Julie observed after a few moments passed. “I mean like literally they could have us any way they wanted, and there is nothing we could do stop them,” she sounded like she was in awe of that fact.

“We could scream, and my mom would come deal with it,” I told her.

“She’d probably say it was a learning experience and ask them why they wanted to lay pipe in us all night,” Mandy was kidding, but it did kind of fit my mom’s pattern lately. I was having trouble understanding just how far she would really push us this summer. How much of this was her bluffing?

“Right now, I probably wouldn’t scream if they would lick my pussy. Seriously? Can either of you scoot over some? The rope is pulling my legs apart, and being in this position is making me so fucking wet. Pussy juice is running down my belly,” I admitted.

“Just push your legs further behind your head and scoot your butt up. If you try to lay flat on your back you will get tired,” Mandy said. She had her ass raised off the floor and was trying to lay like that.

“Imagine if your little brothers get up first and find us like this?” Julie said as she took Mandy’s suggestion and raised her ass further off the ground. I did it too.

“Yeah, they’d probably shove all their Lincoln Logs up our asses,” I smirked.

“You know how bad it feels when you step on a stray Lego? Imagine getting one in your pussy?” Mandy whisper-chuckled.

“We should start planning how we are going to make your mom sleep when we are in charge. Should we start with Legos in her asshole or wait until Buddy and Lewis dump their entire toy box in her fart box?” Julie said.

“Don’t you get it? My mom is playing us,” I whispered. “She can promise to serve us a week and then add two weeks or even three weeks. In the end, if she gets to grade us, she can come up with a reason she doesn’t have to do it because one of us fucked up. She has a carrot on a stick that she isn’t going to let us eat. It is exactly what I’d do,” I said confidently.

“Your mom isn’t you though,” Mandy wanted to believe my mom.

“Yeah, that is why she was disciplined. She was so much like you, but she grew out of her selfish phase!” Julie agreed with Mandy.

“You can believe what you want, but she and I are still a lot alike. I know how she thinks,” I said.

“So then why did you obey her when she told you to lay flat and let her tie your legs to your ankles? If you know she isn’t going to honor her commitments,” Mandy asked.

It was a fair point.

“Like you were going to honor your commitment to keep doing the training if you lost our initial bet?” I changed the subject. I had bet her that if she refused any order that she’d have to stay in discipline for a year.

“You didn’t answer the question,” Julie reminded me.

“Go piss up a rope, both of you” I didn’t want to answer the question because the truth was that I wasn’t sure why I had obeyed. A part of me believed my mom would follow through with her bet, but that wasn’t why I had done what she told me. I think a part of me was curious where this was all going just like Mandy and Julie.

They saw this as an exotic adventure. There were these Emmanuelle movies back then that featured a French lady who was really into sex. I couldn’t tell you the plot, but she was constantly jet-setting around finding new ways to get fucked and to be fucked by random strangers. Today, we just call those “Porn” but back then they made movies with plots. I felt like my mom had a libertine and hedonistic life like Emanuele, and she knew things I didn’t.

“Here is the thing,” Mandy said after a long pause while I tried to get my mind off how horny laying on my back like this was making me. “Julie and I both want to graduate. We are going to graduate and do whatever it takes to win this bet and be done with this before school begins. We all have to graduate together. We need to know that you are going to do what it takes to finish your mom’s summer school program,” she said. Julie was quiet, but that meant she agreed with Mandy. I could see she wasn’t asleep yet.

“You won’t believe me if I answer you anyway,” I said rudely.

“No, but if you tell us what your plan is we can act accordingly,” Julie said.

“My plan is my own business,” I said. I had no plan.

“Bullshit,” Mandy whispered. “You have been doing this as long as the two of us. You don’t know what you are going to do. You have no end game plan,” Mandy said.

“Are you kidding?” Julie stood up for me, sweetly. “If I know Blair she has a plan to fuck both of us at the end by getting us to do everything her mother wants us to do, learn every lesson and then refuse to do it, so we don’t graduate the program together. Fart Face would fuck her own self if it meant fucking the two of us,” she said. She wasn’t wrong. I just didn’t have a detailed path to get there yet. My mom could easily let the two of them graduate and keep me in discipline if I made it so obvious.

“You two wouldn’t do the same?” I whispered angrily.

“No, we wouldn’t,” Mandy assured me. “I am a lying little cunt, but even I wouldn’t do that,” she said. Julie agreed with her.

“Whatever I tell you now you aren’t going to believe,” I said. That was true, and they knew it. “If I make you a deal that I’d follow all the rules you will still expect me to betray you,” I said with a sigh that I shouldn’t even bother to offer any assurance.

“All we want you to do is try,” Mandy said.

“We? Suddenly, it is you two against me?” I whispered angrily.

“No, it can be the three of us like the three musketeers,” Mandy assured me.

“Yeah, the three Slutateers,” Julie laughed at her own pun.

“You can even be Dicktanyun,” Mandy said I could be Dartagnan.

“I thought that was the fourth musketeer,” Julie observed like a total nerd.

“Why do you even want to try to learn anything? We should be planning how we can get my mom in trouble for this. She has us naked and tied up! We should be finding a way to blackmail her and make her our slave for the entire summer,” I suggested.

“We let her tie us up,” Mandy reminded me that she didn’t put a gun to our head. That was a fair point.

“I am not saying we go full-on rebellion and refuse to obey. I am saying we should come up with a way to turn this to our advantage,” I suggested.

“Isn’t that what put us in this position, Blair? My mom would find out I undermined your mother. Julie and I burned our bridges at the Catholic school. The next step for me if I fuck this up would be to get sent to some boarding school,” she said.

“So? It isn’t Prison,” I assured her. What did I care if she got sent away? That would give me more time with Julie anyway.

“Your mom said I am not welcome here if I don’t change,” Julie pointed out she wasn’t interested in my plot either.

“Okay, fine, both of you are cowardly pussies who won’t stand up to my mom,” I would at least give them a parting insult before I abandoned that plan. “How about this for a deal? Whoever becomes Slutdictorian this summer gets to discipline the other two girls with my mom at the same time,” I said.

“That would be during the first week of school,” Julie reminded with a naughty smile across her face that mom planned to serve during the Slutdictorian during the first week of school.

“Yeah, the same rules for her at school would apply to the whoever loses,” I smiled.

“You just said that you would make a bet and then if you lose you would back out of it,” Mandy reminded me that I had literally just told them I wouldn’t honor my bets if it suited me.

“That is a fair point, and I don’t trust you two cunts either,” I agreed. “We’d need some kind of collateral to keep the bet. If I won and either of you were to not keep your end of the deal, I could keep,” I was thinking how maybe I could turn this to my advantage in a material way.

“I literally just left my house without the clothes on my back,” Julie reminded me she had nothing to bet besides her own ass.

Their reputations would be ruined by doing whatever I told them to do at school so I couldn’t use blackmail of dirty pictures to ruin their reputations if they didn’t adhere to the terms of the agreement. I was having a tough time thinking of a way to turn this to my advantage. I lamented that at this point I’d let Jenny eat my pussy because I was so horny and frustrated and nothing was going my way.

Without warning, my mom flicked on the light and walked in with the annoyed look of someone who had just woken up. I felt like a cockroach that should scurry under the fridge, but I was tightly bound to my friend’s ankles so that I couldn’t go anywhere.

“Fart Face, I expected you and your little friends would whisper a little bit. I was prepared to allow you the opportunity to discretely talk amongst yourselves if you could keep it to a whisper. However, I could hear you in MY bedroom, and that means that Jenny, Buddy, and Lewis could hear your plans for Lincoln Logs to be shoved into your dirty little holes as well,” My mom said.

My face became red. I wanted to defend myself, but she had me dead to rights.

“You have only had one day in Summer School, and already you are my least favorite student. I meant to introduce you to the concept of gags after I had a chance to dig through my closet for some very effective ones.”

She told us about an ornate and ancient gag her father gifted her from the Orient. It was shaped like a bird’s beak. It only allows the wearer to make bird noises. It was worn by village girls who could not avoid the temptation of gossiping to humiliate them so that they would shut their mouths.

My mom strode into the kitchen. She turned the light on and reached into the fridge and removed a lemon. “I knew I would have use for these,” My mom showed me the yellow citrus fruit as if I should be afraid. “I just assumed I would have a little more time,” Mom selected a kitchen knife and sliced it in half. She skewered one half with a meat thermometer and then attached some twine both sides. “In the field, you have to work with the tools that are available,” my mom repeated the phrase like it was some sage advice she was sharing with me and approached me.

I looked at her with eyes wide pleading for mercy. “Did you hear the part where I said I agreed with Mandy and Julie that I would do whatever it took to graduate, Ma’am?” I asked politely.

“Yes, and I heard the part where they didn’t believe you because even amongst your own friends you have no credibility. They know you as I do and they know you will say or do whatever benefits Blair,” she said. That was true, but why wouldn’t I say or do whatever benefits me? At least she called me Blair and not Fart Face.

“Now open up,” my mom said sweetly in a patronizing manner as she approached me with the cut lemon. I had no desire to find out what it is like to sleep with a lemon gag in my mouth. I closed my mouth promptly

“You promised to obey me and yet you disobey my first order,” my mom talked down to me like I was a toddler. She dripped the other half of the lemon on my pussy meat. The burning sensation made me scream out, and when I opened my mouth to yelp from the stinging sensation of the juice, she slipped the lemon half in my mouth and tied it tight with the twine.

“Mmmffff ... mmrrmmmsffrrrr,” I struggled. I tried to tell her I couldn’t breathe. The sour lemon was horrifyingly tart, and there was no way to expel the bitter taste from my mouth.

“Oh please, my sister and I could recite the alphabet in Spider gags. Just breathe through your nose, and you’ll be fine. You’ll get used to the taste before too long,” My mom showed no sympathy towards my struggles.

She looked at Mandy and Julie and told them there was plenty more fruit in the fridge and she had some carrots as well to shove up asses if that still didn’t work. “I trust that I’ll be able to get some sleep?” she asked them.

“Yes, Ma’am,” they both said enthusiastically.

“Very good, I am proud of you. I am proud of all three of you,” My mom looked down at me as she said it. “Fart Face, I know every groove in the record you are playing. I’ve been where you are. This will be a lot easier for everyone if you stop trying to outwit me and just play the cards you have been dealt. I am not afraid to serve for two weeks. If you are the Slutdictorian, I will not hold anything you make me do against you. You can tie me up just like this in the kitchen, and I hope you do. I want you to see how a proper slut obeys. Now, shut your eyes and breathe through your nose. Don’t fight the gag; it will only make the juices run down your throat. I see you don’t believe me and are running your tongue around the inside of the lemon. You have to learn things for yourself. I understand that. Good night, Fart Face. I love you,” she said as she sashayed into the bedroom and flicked out all the lights again.

[EddieDavidson]

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, “What you gonna do with your life?”
Oh daddy dear, you know you’re still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done

I awoke to the happy sound of Cyndi Lauper’s Girl’s Wanna Have Fun blasting on MTV and the smell of delicious eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove.

It had all been a disgusting dream!

I tried to stretch and realized that I was still bound by my wrists to my ankles, and they were raised over my head, exposing my bald pussy and asshole to the kitchen.

Jenny was awake and flitting around the kitchen like a ballerina in a pair of my old panties as she cooked breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. I instantly thought to myself, “How dare she dance around to a song about GIRLS wanting to have fun when technically she was a boy!”

I wanted to tell her that Mom would be pissed she was cooking, but my mouth was still full with the lemon gag. I could only manage to spit all over myself while I spoke with the bitter lemon taste in my mouth. I probably looked like Lucille Ball after one of her schemes had gone awry at the end of the episode with my mouth all puckered out.

My mom was awake and sitting at the coffee table anyway. She was drinking coffee and wearing her white robe. The robe is made of mesh and see through, but all of her naughty bits are covered by it. You can still see her tan flesh through the netting though.

“Good morning, sluts. I see that you are waking up,” she smiled at us and took a sip of her coffee. “Smells good, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Julie was the first to answer, and Mandy echoed her sentiments.

“Too bad it isn’t for you,” she said without sympathy and reminded us that while under Slut Summer School we would be eating mostly table scraps and that would only be if we were well behaved and completed our chores. “You will learn to take no pleasure in the act of eating. Even the mundane tasks you took for granted will be made humiliating. Are any of you going to give me a hard time this morning or can I untie you and let you stretch out before you start your morning chores?”

I nodded yes, and the other girls told her yes, Ma’am. She untied us one at a time and ungagged me last.

“Fart Face,” my mom lifted my head to look at me. “I want you to thank me for gagging you,” she said.

How on earth could she expect me to thank her for this?

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said with a shrug. I could see she was expecting more than that. “If you hadn’t gagged me, I would have kept talking all night, and none of us would be ready for this morning,” I admitted. It was true, after my mom’s warning, both Mandy and Julie stopped talking entirely

“You are welcome,” Mom let my chin go. She told us we would learn to properly thank her for training us and express gratitude if it killed her. “One of the few times you are able to speak without being spoken to is in situations like this where I am releasing you from bondage. I want you to all begin to thank me for teaching you to be proper, obedient sluts and tell me why you are grateful. However, I can’t force you to do it. I need it to sound natural and not forced,” Mom said.

“I have a question Ma’am,” Julie raised her hand.

“No raising hands,” Mom insisted that wasn’t how to ask questions.

“It is just that I thought it was summer school, Ma’am” Julie explained that in school you raise your hand to ask a question.

“More often than not your hands will be bound to prevent the temptation to mischief. If you MUST ask a question unless it is a real emergency, I want you to shake your tits or wiggle your ass to get my attention,” Mom explained.

“Like this, Ma’am?” Julie’s wavy hair jiggled as she shook her tits back and forth.

“You shake your tits like they are two pork chops in a bag of shake and bake. You’ll need practice, but fine what is your question?” Mom permitted.

“It was less of a question and more of a comment. I wanted to thank you for allowing me to do this. It is the scariest and freakiest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve played truth or dare and had to wear a frozen bra and panties in the backyard. I’ve streaked down my street before on a dare. I’ve never been tied up all night. It was kind of hot to have rope against my skin, so thank you Ma’am,” Julie sounded grateful. The little kiss ass was trying to make brownie points.

“You are thanking me for an experience that turned you on. That is because you are still focused on you. I need you to understand that even if you get off on some of the sensations this isn’t about doing what gets you sluts horny or excited. This is about learning to be obedient,” Mom said.

Mandy shook her tits back and forth. They swayed and bounced like she was coming out of the water in slow motion.

“Much better,” Mom acknowledged that Mandy had properly asked permission to ask her question and gave her permission to do so. Mandy asked what would be an example of a proper grateful response. Mom told her that was a good question and said right now she wanted it to sound natural and not forced but that she should provide an example. “Thank you for tying me up naked last night, Ma’am. It prevented me from getting into mischief and gave me time to think about what I am learning without distractions. I am sorry for being such a burdensome little twat and taking up all your time with my re-education when you could be at the beach this Summer. I apologize that now when people come over the first thing they are going to comment on is the three bald pussies in your living room because of the damage we have done to the house and our miscreant-like behavior. I look forward to obeying you this morning and learning what you have to teach me so that I can eventually stop being such a pathetic cunt, Ma’am”

“Wow,” Julie said as she blinked in shock.

“Obviously, put that in your own words. It shouldn’t be a long ramble or copy anyone else’s idea. You should thank me and show gratitude while expressing a willingness to learn. This prevents me from feeling guilty about having to discipline you little sluts, not that I would feel guilty anyway. You all three deserve everything I am teaching and much more,” Mom said. Then without further explanation she instructed us to get our bowls from the cupboard. She had an extra glass bowl that we could use.

This would be the first time Julie saw how we were expected to shit and piss in the kitchen area.

Mom made us squat over the bowls with our knees touching in a circle. We were six inches over the bowl, holding our ass cheeks apart.

Jenny stopped cooking long enough to watch. I tried not to glare at her for doing it. Mom told us we would have five full minutes to piss and shit, and we had better make the most of our time.

“Wow, really? Out here? Even if Buddy and Lewis are in the room, Ma’am?” Julie didn’t seem disgusted. She seemed amused.

My mom told her that no matter who was over that we would be expected to shit and piss in the open. There would be no privacy. Mom reminded Julie she had agreed to these terms, and there was no backing out now.

Julie didn’t argue and told us that for three weeks someone at her trailer had taken the door off the bathroom hinges and hidden it outside as a prank and everyone had to shower and use the bathroom naked.

“Eventually my mom got tired of the boys coming in when she was trying to have a little peace, and she insisted they get it back,” she explained.

“Then this should be easy for you. I’ll have to find a way to make it more humiliating,” my mom made us stand up and turn around. We had to squat in the same deeply humiliating stance except touching ass cheeks to ass cheeks facing away from one another.

“There are some men who enjoy watching a woman piss and shit,” my mom told us just before giving us permission to empty our bladders. A steady stream of urine shot out of my pussy, and the backsplash hit my legs, but I maintained the position with the other girls.

“Trust me, I know! my brothers laugh about anything that has to do with poops or farts, but they peep when we are in the bathroom all the time, Ma’am” Julie admitted.

“If you do not graduate this training, then you will invite them to have a good long look and take no action to prevent them from peeping,” my mom said.

“Who said that I did, Ma’am?” Julie shrugged like it was no big deal. “They are going to figure out how to look through the window, under the holes in the floor. One of my cousin’s Rupert even hides under the sink and waits until we are in the shower to pop out and steal our clothes!” she chuckled.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if Gerald wanted to see me do this. If anything, just to watch me get taken down from stuck up princess to a naked slut who barely has a pot to piss in, Ma’am” Mandy said as she farted. I could feel the hot wind from her ass on my ass; we were so close.

“That is exactly right. The man may not get sexual pleasure from it, but he may just enjoy watching you be humiliated,” My mom explained.

“Why would I guy want to embarrass us? Shouldn’t he try to impress us and shelter us and all that White Knight stuff, Ma’am?” I asked. I didn’t want to shit, but I really had to go. I didn’t want to be the first one anyway. I was hoping the other girls would let it rip so I could join in and not blast my toots through the house.

“Some men do want to protect even slunts like you, but the best way to keep your egos in check and keep you from being put on a pedestal is to keep you in this state,” my mom explained.

I asked what was so wrong about being put on a, and my mom sighed and began to explain, but she didn’t get to finish.

Julie let a turd rip, and I heard it splash in the bowl. She giggled that this was so crazy. “I heard it make this crackling sound and just drop,” she chuckled.

“You heard what?” my mom asked.

“I heard the you know? the poop, Ma’am,” Julie stopped laughing.

“You must speak explicitly about your bodies. You heard the shit exploding from your ass. Go on and say that,” my mom told her.

Julie giggled and repeated what she had been told. My mom made us all say it, and as we did, she reminded us that there were less than four minutes remaining and we’d be inspected after we cleaned up.

“If there is any shit in your asses when your time is up, then you won’t be giggling,” My mom said. She explained that she wanted us to get in the habit of saying shit and piss from now on. “It is vulgar. it is obscene. You are vulgar. You are obscene. You are sluts. You do not get to talk about going to the bathroom or say you are going potty. You don’t go to the powder room. You shit like dumb whores. Do you understand?” she said.

Mandy started to crap, and I mean crap a lot. She apologized and said the enema must have knocked something loose last night.

“Yes, the enemas will keep you very regular. You probably have a lot of food stuck in your intestines,” my mom explained.

“Jesus, are you Charlie or the Chocolate Factory?” I joked as the stench rose. It was the perfect cover for me to push out my own banana shaped turd. It was deeply humiliating, and Jenny was watching and smiling the entire time.

“I want you cunts to sing a little song,” my mom told us to grab our nipples and sing “Milk, Milk” and pluck them. Then we were to touch our cunts and sing “Lemonade.” After that, we were to grab our ass cheeks, pull them apart, and sing, “Around the corner fudge is made!”

It was awkward at first, but after three choruses, we were in synch, and all of us were unable to contain our laughter. Jenny and my mom sang along as it was quite funny to see the three of us facing outward in a circle singing the old naughty nursery rhyme.

Buddy and Lewis walked into the room wearing their nightshirts and joined our singing. “Milk, Milk, Lemonade, around the corner fudge is made,” they laughed.

“Oh my, this is way too much fun, I should have put you in summer school last year,” My mom laughed at us as she told us the time was up. She ripped off three sheets of toilet paper and handed them to us. Mom reminded me that last year, I had been in trouble for sneaking out and drinking as well, and she had done nothing.

Julie moved to wipe her own pussy, and Mom stopped her. She told her that we were a team. “Wipe the girl on your right,” she pointed to me.

Julie had to wipe my pussy and ass. I had to wipe Mandy and Mandy had to clean her. Mandy folded her toilet paper into a little triangle and did both the front and back with it.

Mom made us carry the dirty bowls of our own shit with the toilet paper to the toilet and dump then one by one and return to the living room to let her examine them after we scrubbed them clean. Mom reminded us that we’d be eating out of the bowls.

“Good job, you take a special interest in cleaning when you have to eat off these items. Too bad, you didn’t do the same when you washed dishes,” mom observed. In the past, I would just half-ass washing dishes and blame Buddy and Lewis. Now that we had Jenny, she had been washing them spotless.

Jenny served breakfast to my brothers. My mom lamented she would like to eat breakfast, but she had to put her finger’s inside ‘nasty girls’ instead.

Mom put us in the inspection position side by side. She examined our ears and nose. She let Jenny come have a look and looked us over. She pulled Julie’s pube mound and told her she would be shaving all of this off.

“Cool, Thank you, Ma’am. It looks so naughty!” Julie said. It did look naughty and wrong. It made us look like overgrown little girls. Some girls I knew trimmed their pubes, and they looked like total sluts, but the only girls who would shave their pussies bald would be total whores. Even the actress that played Emannuelle in those dirty Cinemax movies had a little tuft of pubic hair to indicate she was a mature woman.

Mom pulled our nipples and compared how long and fat they were. Mine was the longest, and Julie’s nubs were the fattest.

Mom said we’d all add an inch by the end of the summer.

“Will we be graded on that, Ma’am?” Mandy asked eagerly like a little kiss-ass.

“Yes, you will,” Mom smiled and pinched Mandy’s tits.

Mom pulled our clits and compared those as well. She had Mandy had the prettiest pussy of the three of us. Julie had the fattest pussy, and mine was just a “Mess.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but my mom said she could work with it and tighten it up. Those words genuinely scared me. How do you ‘tighten up a pussy.’

Mom checked our assholes and pussies and made us lick her fingers. She explained this to Jenny as if Jenny would be inspecting us by herself sometimes. That only added to my humiliation to have my younger cousin looking up in my business anytime they wanted. Jenny dutifully listened and asked questions.

My mom let her flick my clit and pull it out. She noticed how wet it was. She flicked it again, and it bounced back and forth. Mom asked Jenny if that satisfied her curiosity.

“No, because all three girls have different shapes and sizes to their clits and labias. It is like asking if seeing a rose satisfies my curiosity about all flowers, Ma’am,” Jenny said with the enthusiastic cheer of a kiss-ass teacher’s pet who loved botany as much as most boys love pussies.

“flick them all you like, pull them out, the girls won’t slap you. As long as you don’t pinch or put your fingers inside of them, I don’t care if you want to play. Only put your fingers inside for an inspection,” my mom said.

“Oh my god,” Julie was shocked when Jenny grabbed her by the pussy and began to tug and poke at her clit and pull it open. “Are you trying to make my pussy talk like a puppet by opening and closing it, Miss Jenny?” she asked.

“Yes, I imagined it was a Muppet,” Jenny admitted.

“Which Muppet?” Jenny asked with a quirky grin.

“Miss Piggy,” Jenny smiled.

“Miss Piggy!” Mandy laughed because of the three of us Julie did have fat pussy lips.

“Well, we can play with pussies all day if we had the time, but we don’t,” my mom redirected us to stand close together and administered our morning beating in the punishment position. Tit to tit, Face to face, we stood in a circle and counted out the spankings. My mom asked a few questions, but she didn’t make a big production of it as she had the night before.

My ass was still stinging when she finished and made us stand like that until she finished strapping Jenny.

“Can I stand with the girls next time, Ma’am?” Jenny asked while stoically accepting 20 swats from my mom’s leather strap.

“No, Jenny. You are not yet ready for slut summer camp, but I do have a treat for you,” she said.

Wasn’t it treat enough to be able to reach over and play with my pussy lips anytime she wanted and see me naked and humiliated?

Mom made us crawl single file, nose to ass into the bathroom with Jenny.

“From now on, your milking will be a team effort. I had a lot of thoughts last night about Jenny eating her own cum at your direction and the oral sex she gave someone at the party. Jenny finds it embarrassing to be milked in front of others. I did not feel the need to supervise Jenny, but you have made it necessary. She likes to eat her own cum,” my mom explained.

She told us we would be rotating our positions. One of us would be milking him by hand. “A handjob,” Julie said in more understandable English, and my mom nodded. A second girl would be kneeling on the floor. When Jenny cums, that girl is to lick it off the floor and then show it to my mother before swallowing. The third girl had the most difficult job of all. She had to do whatever Jenny wanted as long as it was to herself.

“You can tell her to dance, to finger herself, to hold her mouth open and look at you,” my mom said.

“Can I tell her to talk dirty, asked?” Jenny asked.

“How did you know what talking dirty is? Never mind, yes, you may tell them to talk dirty,” my mom said. She told us we would be graded on this and that we would be doing it often throughout the day.

I had to give the little pervert a handjob. I carefully untaped her penis from behind her and held it in my hand. It was barely an inch and a half. It looked like a baby’s dick. She had trimmed her ginger pubic hair for some reason.

Julie was assigned to be on the floor, waiting for cum. Mom told her not to make eye contact. “Just look at the floor and wait,” Mom said that she wasn’t the show.

“Mandy is the floor show,” Mom said as she closed the bathroom door so that Buddy and Lewis could not watch.

Jenny told her to dance naked and talk dirty. I snickered because Mandy looked like a virgin staring at a dick for the very first time and wondering what it was when she was asked to talk dirty.

“Asshole? Dirty, dirty slut? pussy boy? do you like my tits?” Mandy danced with no rhythm. In her defense, there was no music in the crowded bathroom, and all she could do was shimmy side to side.

I could not look at Jenny in the eye. I stood next to her, pumping her tiny little cock between my fingers up and down. Jenny told me to slow down, but it was all I could do not to pinch his dick and then play “I got your nose” and pretend I stole it the way I would with a baby.

My mom said for Mandy to stop talking. She had a disappointed look on her face. Then she told Mandy that she wanted to say things that turned on the person she was trying to entertain. Mom said to consider the audience and to be sultry and sexy and to develop her own style. She told Mandy to get out of the way and removed her robe.

My mom was fully shaved, just like us. She had tattoos on her legs and under her boobs, and she had an amazing body. Jenny was in awe as she stared up at my mom’s glorious fake tits.

My mom began to dance slowly and in a very sexy way, almost like a belly dancer but more vulgarly. It was as if she humping the air beneath her, and it was making her hot. My mom told us to all pay attention.

“You want to read your partner. If they like profanity or they don’t. You want to use all of your senses. How does this feel, how does it taste? How does it smell? You want them to feel turned on. You are painting images in their head. None of it is real, so say anything,” mom said.

My mom’s voice was a little scratchy and sultry. She could make her voice sound charming and seductive by whispering, and she breathed on Jenny. That was all it took for her to get a hard-on. I hadn’t managed it in a minute and a half of pumping her little wiener.

“Do you want to cum for me? I want to see you cum. Cum for me,” Mom started to coax her, and it seemed to excite Jenny. She responded very well to my mother’s suggestions.

“I bet your cock would feel good in my hands, you would like it if I milked you wouldn’t you?” she said. She sounded so nice but like a Mom. It was as if the Mother on the Partridge Family was trying to get Danny to cum.

Jenny grew a little limp in my fingers. I kept the pace medium, so we could hurry this along.

“Mmm, be a good girl and cum for me, do you want to cum on my tits? I’d like that. I could reach down and touch them all day, and rub your cum on my lips,” Mom licked her fingers and rubbed them all over her extended nipples.

“I was thinking about you last night. looking forward to watching you cum, I need it, Jenny,” My mom was lying. Even I could see she didn’t care about this tiny flaccid cock.

“Can I try, Ma’am?” I asked. I switched positions with Mandy and let her hold his cock. She held his dick like it might break off in her hands. Mom had to show her how to give a handjob so she could match my pace. I just wanted this over and I thought I could do a better job than my mom’s soft approach.

I didn’t plan what I was going to say. I talked to him like I would when I was in charge of him and nobody else was home. I was doing it for my own kicks.

“Look, you little fucker,” I pointed my finger in his face. “You are my slut, my bitch. Do you know that? cum for me and I’ll let you watch my friend eat it off the flo...” I had barely finished when he came all over my tits and face. It wasn’t a small amount, either. I stood frozen as Mandy finished pumping a few times and let the rest drip on the floor.

Mandy and Julie giggled at me while I stood stunned with cum dripping off me. I wanted to smack the snot out of the little faggot but my mom patted me on the back and said what a good job I had done. I was proud of myself even though my success was accidental.

“You scared the cum right out of him,” Mandy chuckled.

“Whatever works,” My mom smiled at me. I smiled back and accepted Jenny’s gratitude. She was very thankful for the orgasm. I would have appreciated a little alone time to rub one out myself but I accepted the thank you and curtsied in Jenny’s direction.

“Okay, well, we know what turns Jenny on,” My mom seemed surprised. She directed Julie to lap up the little bit on the floor and then stand up and lick me clean from tits to face.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what to say,” Jenny was beside herself with happiness. We had made her day. We had done our first delight of the afternoon. All it took was a faceful of cum dangling from my nose like so much snot.

Mom made us all shave again. It turns out I still had a little stubble here and there. We all shaved each other. We weren’t allowed to shave ourselves. Mom made us do it in the kitchen area over water.

Buddy, Lewis, and Jenny watched us. They were fascinated with our morning rituals.

Mom said that we should get used to doing this in this order but not necessarily this way.

“I need a routine to be part of your lives, but I also want you to understand that once you master the core principles, I am teaching you that I will introduce new techniques. Don’t get too hung up on procedure at this point. This is basic slut training,” My mom assured us as we removed all the hair from our bodies below the waist. Julie had a little ‘treasure trail’ of pubes that grew upwards over her pubes, and that was gone too.

Julie was very proud of her new, shiny, bald vagina and couldn’t stop herself from touching it. My mom used a flyswatter on us periodically to smack our hands or asses away from touching ourselves. It was hard to resist playing with the sensitive parts of our bodies once we got over the fact we had to do this in the kitchen.

Mom finally allowed us to eat. We did so on all fours, and she scraped scraps of eggs, toast, and bacon fat into our glass bowls with some cold oats. The same bowls we had pissed and shit into only a half hour earlier.

Julie had been in good humor up to this point. She had not even minded licking the cum from my naked body. However, she didn’t like crawling around eating out of a bowl.

“Starting to regret your decision?” My mom asked with a wry grin.

“No Ma’am, I just didn’t expect to eat healthy food for breakfast. I am used to eating Froot Loops if I get anything at all,” Julie said as she dunked her head in the cold oats and ate next to me. We pushed up together and eating like puppies with our asses facing the table.

“Be thankful for what you get, I could make it a lot worse,” my mom assured us. I didn’t want to find out how she could make it worse than cold, sloppy second left-overs from my brother’s plates. They had already chewed on some of the eggs I had to eat.

“How, Ma’am?” Mandy asked with a gleeful smirk. Was she trying to get my mom to make things worse? I had to ask myself if she was enjoying seeing me suffer enough to be willing to endure whatever I had to endure or not.

“My sister and I ate cold oats every day with cum from a trough in a barn and only in winter did would my father heat them up,” mom said.

“Wow, my mom ate like a cow in a barn, Ma’am?” Jenny seemed surprised. His mom seemed dainty compared to my mom. I doubted they really did that.

“Yes, we were milked in a barn and not like you. I mean,” Mom squeezed her tits through the robe and pretended to shoot milk from her nipples. Buddy asked if it was Chocolate milk.

“Now, do I look brown to you, Buddy?” she smiled at her son and then told him that she breast fed all of us on the same milk. “I was thankful for the training. You are a biter! You like to bite down hard on my nipples!” she teased him.

Buddy bit the air and chewed like a snarling beast, and my mom pretended to be terrified he’d bite off her nipples.

“I can see your poopy hole,” Lewis said to me as he observed my spread asshole from the kitchen table.

“I know you can, Sir,” I had to say.

“You don’t mind?” Lewis seemed surprised.

“No, sir, get a good look,” I knew better than to tell him no because my mom would let him look anyway.

“No way! Poopy holes are dirty!” Lewis went back to coloring on the table and ignored me after I said that. I wondered if I had just robbed him of his ability to tease me by making it seem like it was no big deal. I had never tried that tactic before. I usually made people regret having ever tried to tease me. I felt like I had just had a huge epiphany that I could make people’s interest wane just by telling them it wasn’t a big deal. If I could pretend it didn’t completely creep me out to have my little brother staring up at my crinkly butthole, it was a perfect plan.

Mom made us lick each other’s faces, necks, and chests clean in the living room. It turned into actual kissing between Mandy and Julie, which made me extremely jealous. My mother and Jenny watched us lick each other, and then my mom inspected us one last time before telling us she had some chores in mind for us.

Mom instructed us to carry some cardboard boxes and her sewing machine from the closet to the front room. She taught us how to sew! Imagine, having three slutty naked girls and teaching them to sew? She had Jenny bring out my clothes and hemmed up my skirts and tops. Mom placed anything that was conservative in a box to donate to Goodwill. She kept anything that was slutty and trashy and put it in a cardboard box marked “SLUTS” with red lipstick. This included half-tops, tube tops, see-thru blouses, mini-skirts, lacey panties and bras, and cheap heels. My mom let me keep a denim jacket with fringe on it that I never wore. I thought it was too small when I first received it one year for Christmas. However, now that I looked at it, I realized it was always intended to expose the belly button. What kind of jacket exposes your midriff? It was a gift from my grandmother. I had no idea what a slut my grandmother was until my mom started telling us flirty fishing stories. My mom grandmother had absolutely no fear of strange dick.

Mom also tied twine around our clits while we worked on the various projects. We had to sit on the floor with our legs open. She did not tie it tightly. The string was much like Jenny’s ribbon as it allowed someone who grabbed it to lead us around the house. Mom demonstrated to Jenny how to tug the lead and taught us when to stop and proceed if someone leads us around the house.

Buddy and Lewis were told not to pull our strings, but they did anyway any chance they get.

“You don’t want to pull a string from a pussy. You never know what you may get,” Mandy laughed that the strings looked like tampon strings.

My mom decided that Mandy was right and untied them. I was happy for the relief. The twine around my clit was just as obnoxiously sending mixed pleasure and pain signals to my brain as the clothespin had.

Mom promised she would work out better leashes for us. I did my best to pretend like I wasn’t looking forward to the clit stimulation and cast a lemony smirk at the other girls. They could all tell I was dripping wet though.

We spent the afternoon working on various projects. Jenny excelled at sewing, and we all worked on multiple articles of clothing while my mom supervised and judged our handwork. My mom graded us, and she told me that my work was a “B+,” which made me smile.

I should have told her to go to hell and that this wasn’t a real summer school, but I was happy because Julie and Mandy only received a B for their work.

My mom rarely raised her voice or had to paddle any of us. We got along and joked that morning as we practiced sewing. I was happy not to be humiliated or embarrassed even if I had to sit on the floor naked and sew with Mandy and Julie.

Lunch consisted of raw hot dogs. Mom made us hold them in our boobs and then suck them out of each other’s tits like they were dicks. She demonstrated how she could take an entire hot dog down her throat without swallowing and then pull it right back out. Everyone was impressed even me.

“Will you teach us to do that, Ma’am?” Julie asked like it was a magic trick she wanted to learn.

“Yeah, I think that would definitely provide delight!” Mandy observed enthusiastically.

“You will have to practice just sucking dick properly first. It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 muscles to smile. You will work all your mouth, tongue and throat muscles to suck a cock properly,” Mom made us practice on the hot dogs before she would let us take bites. We must have looked completely absurd going down on hot dogs in the kitchen.

Jenny asked if she could practice as well. My mom asked her why and she said she wanted to learn to delight people too.

“Here is a twinkie, I want you to practice licking the crème out of the center,” she taught Jenny to eat it like a pussy. I have to admit, it turned me on watching. I was already aroused from the training and watching someone go to town on a twinkie like it was my pussy was driving me over the edge.

Mom said we’d be working on carrots soon. I knew I’d be sucking those carrots like dicks. “If you think sucking cock will tighten your mouth muscles, just wait until you find out what putting a dick up your asshole will do!” she joked.

After lunch my mom inspected three pink leather collars that Julie made. They looked like little belts and were fashioned from a single belt that I had in my closet. I hated that all of my clothes were being repurposed this way. I was hoping I could parley these changes into a reason to buy all new ones once the training was over. I’d have nothing but slutty, trampy clothes if not.

My mom fit them around our neck. They matched us. She said we didn’t have to wear them all the time but that we’d be wearing them today. They buckled around the neck like small belts.

“They seem plain. I’ll have to bedazzle them or something,” My mom sighed as she looked around for something to put on them.

My mom had also fashioned rubber leashes for us from a long cord. It was not quite as thick as a telephone cord (back then phones were not wireless). My mom wrapped it twice around our clits and then used a rubber band to hold it in place. The rubber cord would serve as a leash. Mom said we wouldn’t have them on all day but they would due for now.

“Did you wear something like that? Ma’am,” Julie asked.

“Yes, but I had piercings and mine weren’t just clipped on,” My mom made it sound like she respected getting a body piercing. This was long before that fad of belly rings and clit piercings was widely accepted so I was really shocked.

She was about to explain why she had them or why she thought they meant something when there was a knock at the door. I hoped it was Gerald to make Mandy feel insecure and embarrassed. I would have been happy if it was her father and I could tell him how Mandy’s mom cheats on him when he is off fishing. It could have been Rooster come to beg Julie back! That would have been hilarious. I would have even been happy for that grease ball Jerry to come over and ogle us. I was used to his leering but that would have made Julie, Jenny and Mandy uncomfortable. It would be worth being seen naked if it meant the other girls would be taken down a notch.

I was happy it was someone knocking if anything to get my mom to stop lecturing me about the “proper mind set of the obedient submissive”. I only listened to every third word she said and even those were boring or going over my head.

The only ones I didn’t want to see were the Donaldsons or Jack and Bruce. I was pretty sure after the rumors spread about the damage at the party I probably wouldn’t see Jack and Bruce again. They also finally got to fuck me so I probably wouldn’t see them anyway.

[EddieDavidson]

My mother sent Jenny to answer the door in her panties. My mother had never made a big deal about my little brothers putting on clothes when people came over.

Mrs. Hannigan had once said something snooty about my brother’s lack of clothes when she came over, and my mom had made it clear if anyone came into her house and had a problem with it then they were welcome to leave.

I knew that would apply to my own nudity as well, and there was no point in letting my mom see me pout and look embarrassed. It would give her a sense of satisfaction that her training was having an impact on me.

I could hear her now if I complained: “You certainly weren’t shy when you had your party, Fart Face!”

Why did my mother have to seize upon the horrible nickname? It was starting to make my skin crawl. Almost no one had called me Blair in the last day, and it was bad enough I’d probably never live this summer in Slut Summer school down that I would never live down that odious nickname.

Naturally, the people at the door weren’t anyone I actually wanted to come over and make others miserable. It was the Donaldons to make me miserable.

“Ready to play?” They asked Jenny at the door without even looking inside. They had seen us naked already and other than George staring at us naked, they ignored us. Jenny anxiously agreed, and Buddy and Lewis jumped around excitedly. They said that Manny and his brother were waiting for them at base camp.

You can call me a narcissist if you want too, but the fact that they ignored me completely even though I was inside the living room naked made my blood boil. The way they acted nonchalant about the training going on in the house didn’t make sense. I asked myself what their game was?

I would have been annoyingly condescending if I were them and it didn’t make sense to me that they were just acting like the training was no big deal.

Granted, I had just been annoyed with the idea they would come in and start gawking and teasing me. However, I couldn’t help but suspect they were up to something far more insidious by ignoring me!

“What game are you playing?” My mom asked as she finished tying off the cord to my pussy and tugged me over to the door behind her like it was a leash.

I assumed that had been their plan all along. Play coy and then make my mom bring me to them.

“Pony, if that is alright, Ma’am?” Crystal asked my mother’s permission to go play with Jenny, Buddy, and Lewis.

“It is quite alright, Crystal! You’ve never had to ask my permission to play with them before,” my mom told her.

“I know,” Crystal shrugged and looked at me standing behind my mother before adding “It was just with all the trouble going on over here we didn’t want to be a bother,” she said innocently.

It seemed George and Lori felt the same way. They said Manny and his brother knew about it and were afraid they wouldn’t be allowed over because of all the naked girls in the house.

“I appreciate the consideration; however, none of this impacts Buddy and Lewis at all. Jenny is still in Sissy Summer camp, and her rules apply to her, but she knows how to get my permission. I do not want you to feel awkward about coming over here while the girls are in Slut Summer Camp, but I understand if you do. It is quite a change in their behavior,” My mom explained before adding “I assumed because you play your pony games in the nude that you would not have been phased by seeing them this way. I should have been more considerate,” she admitted. She said that Manny and Franklin were welcome anytime as well. I knew Manny had a crush on me, but I could never remember Franklin’s name. I assumed Franklin had a crush on me as well because why wouldn’t he? I am hot, after all, and they are lame. I was sure the two of them would be over soon enough now to chuckle and chortle and ogle me just like the Donaldsons. I added them to my imaginary shit list of people to get even with pre-emptively.

“You know we play the pony game in the nude?” Lori was shocked. The Donaldsons looked embarrassed. I was quite pleased they would get in trouble.

“Yes, Buddy and Lewis tell me everything, and Jenny was quite proud of the tails she made,” my mom smiled approvingly at them. I was once again denied watching them squirm as they smiled back.

“I am surprised! If my mom and dad knew they’d probably never let us go out in those woods again,” Lori admitted.

“That is between you and your parents, but if they ask, then I am going to inform them,” My mom explained.

I wished they would just go to the woods already and leave me to whatever humiliating training my mom wanted to put me through this afternoon.

“I have some things you may want to play with. We made this morning. You can take the girls with you if you want some extra ponies,” my mom offered me like I was an object. I hated playing outside or hanging out with the Donaldsons, and she was lapping this all up.

“Really?” Lori Donaldson seemed excited as well and came inside with George behind her.

“Yep, I’ll show you,” my mom told Jenny to bring her one of the tails from the crafting area where we had been working this morning next to my mother’s sewing machine.

I didn’t know we had been working on “tails.” They were simple rolled pieces of leather with tassels on the end that looked like tiny whips. They were about the length of a ruler and the width of a magic marker, and I was laughing inside while I made one because they couldn’t hurt a fly. If my mom meant to beat with me with one, then she could be at it all day, and all I would crack is a smile.

Mom didn’t thank Jenny. She had made it clear Jenny wasn’t to expect thanks any more than we would. She took the tail and stuck the tip in my mouth.

“Fart Face, turn around and hold your ass cheeks apart,” she ordered.

I turned around so that I didn’t have to see Lori, George, and Crystal trying to stop themselves from cracking up that I was going to be my mother’s training dummy to demonstrate the trail.

“Pull your cheeks wide, or I’ll find something much larger to stick up your ass,” My mom said when I was reluctant.

“Yes Ma’am,” I hissed through clamped teeth as I obeyed her and pulled my ass cheeks apart knowing they could see my entire asshole and pussy from where they stood.

“We have a long way to go to improving her attitude. If this makes you uncomfortable, then let me know, but as I understand it, you wear tails like this?” My mom showed them the tail.

“The girls do but nothing that big,” George was elated with anticipation to see mom stick that tail in my butt.

“This is a proper starting tail for a pony,” My mom pushed the tip into my asshole and told me to unclench, or it would hurt worse. The more she told me to relax my asshole, the more I instinctively wanted to tighten it up. My mom wouldn’t stop trying to shove the tip of the tail in my ass no matter how much I clenched. She told me to breathe out and just relax. I did as she said and then she pushed the tail right in my butthole about four inches and twisted it so that it wouldn’t fall out easily. “Shake your tail, Fart Face,” my mom instructed me to wiggle my ass.

Even Mandy and Julie were giggling when I shook my derriere for the amusement of the Donaldsons. I could feel the soft bristles slapping my butt cheeks as I shook my ass from side to side.

“Looks like a ponytail?” Mom asked, and they approved completely. Crystal especially seemed excited over the tail and wanted to touch one. My mom obliged and said she had made enough for everyone.

“You mean Crystal and I, Ma’am?” Lori was surprised.

“Anyone who wants to be a pony. You don’t have to wear it. I made two smaller ones for Buddy and Lewis. I can make a smaller one for you if you prefer,” my mom said it would only take a few minutes.

“Have you seen Lori’s butt? You better make an extra super large flashlight sized one for her or else it will fall in?” George joked. Lori smacked him on the arm hard.

“The size of the girl has nothing to do with the size of her asshole. Consider, Julie here?” My mom told Julie to stand up, turn around, and pull her ass cheeks apart. I offered a lemony smirk at Julie that she had to expose herself just like me. She had a freshly shaved pussy now, and there was no hiding those fat pussy lips from George. George had a huge awkward crush on her for years.

“She is the same size as Blair but notice her asshole flap is a lot looser,” my mom stuck a tail in her mouth to wet it then plopped it right into Julie’s asshole without any resistance.

“Loose butthole! I like it,” George smirked.

“Mandy, your turn. Let’s see yours,” my mom pointed out how Mandy’s asshole was tight like mine, but we were also the same size. “Their training will teach them to loosen their assholes to take bigger tails when necessary and tighten them to hold smaller ones,” my mom explained.

“You mean dicks, right?” George understood the double entendre’ my mom was going for.

“Yes, dicks, fingers, anything that can be shoved up there really just as long as it isn’t sharp or jagged. I was concerned the tails you were using weren’t intended for long term use. These should last a few weeks, and we’ll make you new ones if you still want to play this game,” My mom shrugged like it was no big deal to stuff even a dick into my ass.

I have to admit that their staring and the stimulation from the tail was making my pussy drip, and it was noticeable. I had to hold my ass cheeks apart like the other girls.

“May I remove my hands now, Ma’am?” I asked sweetly.

“Did I tell you that you could?” My mom answered sternly.

“No, Ma’am,” I said.

“Then, I am not sure why you thought you should ask. Stand there until I finish my demonstration. Your friends have seen your butthole before. We can all see your cunt juicing up if that is what you are worried about,” my mom said scornfully. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me as I turned beet red. I could hear Mandy and Julie’s stifled giggles as they stood next to me displaying their tails to the Donaldsons just as I did.

“If you are going to play this game with Jenny and my sons then I’d rather you do it with something safe and always lubricate and clean them. The girls can do that for you. You don’t have to take them. I have plenty for them to do today but if you want, then getting out and playing would be good for them,” Mom said.

“Absolutely!” the Donaldsons agreed.

“Fine, let me show you the bit gag. I’ve made enough for everyone I think. This will make it, so no one chokes when you try to lead them around,” Mom said. She put a leather bit no bigger than a pencil in my mouth with two leather straps on the sides she called reins and told me to bite down. She turned my head with the reins. “You can steer her with this, and if you want to stop just pull back,” my mom pulled my head back and demonstrated how my neck wouldn’t get broken in the process.

“What if we want to make her go forward?” George asked.

“I don’t have enough riding crops for everyone, but if you give me a little time, I’ll whip you up some crops. They can also double as magic wands if you decide to play wizards,” mom handed him a riding crop after slapping my bottom with it hard.

“I can hit her that hard?” George asked.

“It depends on how fast you want her to go,” She told me to march in place and lift my knees. My mom smacked my ass cheeks while I held them apart lightly and told me to move a little faster. Then she walloped me again and told me to pick up the pace. She hit me REALLY hard across the ass and told me to move as fast as I can. I was out of breath in three minutes as they watched me high step rapidly. She handed the crop to George and let him try it on Julie after she told me to stop.

“I can probably make feed bags for you,” Mom explained they could hold potato chips, carrots, apple slices. “I love to craft. I have not done leatherworking in a lot of years, so this is fun,” she explained. She did love to do Macrame and pottery as well. My mom let Lori make Mandy trot and high step in place next to Julie.

“What is your pony name?” Crystal asked me when my mom gave her the crop to try it out on my butt.

I wanted to ask if “Fuck You” was taken, but I thought better of it. What did it matter what name I had for this stupid game? She had the crop though so I would have to behave.

My mom said that it was good she asked because she wanted them to help name us. “I was thinking about what George said last night. He is right,” my mom said.

Lori stopped smacking Mandy’s butt and giggling long enough to feign shock that her brother George was ever right about anything.

“If I call my daughter Fart Face in public people will not understand she is in training and thinks I am the bad one and not her. I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine by giving her a nickname that would make her feel like she makes feel others,” mom admitted.

“You mean like Jelly-Belly Shelly or Loud Mouth, Lori?” Lori admitted. Don’t get me started on that fat bitch Shelly. She was one of Lori’s friends at school that I absolutely loathed. I was doing her a favor by pointing out she could lose some weight. It was a positive peer pressure from my perspective.

“She calls girls that at school?” Mom seemed shocked.

“Those are the nice versions,” Lori admitted. She was right, of course. I had given lesser girls some derisive nicknames. However, what exactly was a fart face, anyway? Did it mean my face wasn’t pretty? or that it looked like I smelled a fart?

“At first, I was just going to put some stripper names in a hat. You know like Cherry, Porsche, and Brittany and make them draw this morning but I wanted the names to be meaningful. I wanted them to have power over the girls, and to do that they can’t just be random. I also wanted the girls to be a team and learn to work together,” My mom explained the names should share a common theme.

“Like what?” George asked.

“I don’t know,” Mom listed off the first names that sprung to mind. “Hedy, Marilyn, and Lana. If I wanted them to embody the slutty qualities of screen idols Hedy Lamarr, Marilyn Monroe, and Lana Turner then maybe I’d call them that,” she explained.

“I like the name Hedy,” George smirked impishly.

“They seem more like Larry, Moe, and Curly to me,” Lori chuckled at us then pointed out now that we had no short-and-curly pubes she wasn’t sure who that name would apply too.

“Huey, Louie, and Donald!” Buddy interjected. He had been amusing himself kicking a ball around with Lewis while this was going on. Lewis corrected him and said their names were “Huey Lewis and Dewey,” which was also wrong. I could see Jenny’s know-it-all gears turning as she controlled herself from correcting both of them. She had a real problem being a know-it-all. It was a weakness I’d have to find a way to exploit at some point.

“Yeah, or what about the Chipmunk girls? Do you know with Alvin and Theodore? Except they are girls. I believe they are called The Chippettes, Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor!” Crystal offered enthusiastically.

“Well, they do have chipmunk cheeks that can hold a lot of nuts,” my mom looked at our butts and not our faces. We were still holding our ass cheeks apart at this point. I was holding my ass as wide as possible now in the hopes they would get bored of looking since there was no way out of this embarrassing debacle now that my mom had put us on this path.

“I was thinking more like stripper names,” My mom explained she wanted something not sexy and exotic though. “I don’t want them to feel power through their sexiness. The names should be trashy and slutty,” mom explained.

The Donaldsons had no idea what she was talking about so my mom gave some examples like Bubbles, Bambi, Buttercup, Cherry, Strawberry, Ginger, Chastity, Heaven, Mercy, Mercedes, Bunny, and Kitten.

“Wow, you listed those off pretty quickly,” George observed and said he had a couple of cousins that had those names. I tried to control myself from laughing since that implied his cousins were white trash just like him.

“I’ve worked in a couple of strip clubs before,” my mom winked at him.

“You worked in a strip club?” Crystal was enthralled with my mother’s past.

“I’ve done a lot of things. Some I am not proud of, but nothing I regret,” my mom explained. “If the girls graduate this training this summer, you are going to see me trained here at the house. I hope you are ready for that?” my mom was looking right at George. My mom displayed no fear of him seeing her trained. It would have been half the fun exposing her as she exposed me, but I would put her resolve to the test once I was in charge.

“You’d really do what your daughter is doing?” Lori asked.

“I have in the past, and I’ll show them how to hold their shoulder’s back and tits out a lot better than this,” My mom adjusted my posture, so I wasn’t slouching. “I wouldn’t expect them to do anything I wouldn’t do. If they graduate, that is the deal we made.”

“You would to play pony with us?” Crystal asked sheepishly.

“If they give me permission then yes,” my mom smirked at Crystal with her trademark wry grin. “I’d appreciate if you can help me think of a good name for them,” my mom had just finished saying it when Lori blurted out a suggestion. She seemed to be the smartest of the three bumpkins.

“Joy, Toy, and Annoy!” Lori explained her suggestion was because they all rhymed. My mom asked her to explain why she picked those names specifically. “Joy for Julie because it is ironic. She could spread joy, but instead, she spreads mischief. Toy for Mandy because it rhymes and she looks like a toy to play with,” Lori smacked Mandy’s butt and made her march in place again as a demonstration before adding that Annoy would be my name for “obvious reasons.”

“I like it, but I feel like Annoy brings us back to the same conundrum I have with using Fart Face,” my mom thought about it without even consulting us to ask how we felt about the names. A feeling of being insignificant and only a naked decoration washed over me. It was an uncomfortable feeling that I was definitely not accustomed to feeling.

I would be happy to have any name even “Annoy” over Fart Face at this point.

“So we can’t call Blair “Fart Face” any longer?” George asked.

“You can around the house. I don’t think that name is going away for a long time. This would be her outside of the house name and pony name,” my mom snickered at me.

“What about “Sugar, Spice, and everything nice?” Crystal explained that was what little girls were made of and if we were ironic then calling us little girls who were really nice would be the ultimate in sarcasm.

“A spice girl?” Lori asked incredulously. The dumb bitch had no idea that years later a super girl band would call themselves the Spice Girls and be quite successful.

“I am not sure I could call my daughter Nice with a straight face,” my mom chuckled at the idea of referring to me as “Nice.”

“What about Sugar, Cinnamon, and Candy?” Lori suggested.

“Why? because it is what you like to eat the most?” George laughed at his sister.

“No, because they are the sweetest things and if we are being ironic then that works if you say it sarcastically. Have you ever heard an old southern woman call you Sugar? it basically is the nicest way to call someone a bitch you have ever heard,” Lori explained. She was right about that. We had a librarian at school who used to tell me with a honey-suckle southern accent “Sugar, you get more flies with honey then you do vinegar,” and I knew she thought I was a bitch.

“I like it,” my mom said, but she wasn’t entirely convinced on the names. “Cinnamon doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, and it would be short for Sin, which is more applicable,” my mom mused as she looked at me.

“Sugar, Honey, and Candy?” Jenny offered helpfully. That little asskisser was always interjecting.

“Oh my, that works!” my mom rubbed her head playfully. “The Holes sisters. Sugar Holes, Honey Holes, and Candy Holes. I could probably take you girls on the road as featured strippers with names like that!” my mom smirked and said now she had to decide who got what name.

I tried to keep the look of disgust off my face. I was silently trying to fart, but the tail in my ass was preventing me from releasing a little air out of my ass. I often silently farted around the Donaldsons and then blamed Lori. Even before the training, I would do that when they came around.

“Fripppttttttth,” my tail shot of my ass and I let out a loud rip of a fart. I was mortified as the tail fell to the tile and a very unladylike fart wooshed out of my asshole.

Everyone laughed pretty hard. I found it hard not to laugh a little as I closed my ass cheeks and bent down to pick it up.

“Stop Honey,” my mom smacked my ass with one of the riding crops, and I froze in my tracks. She told me to return to the position I was in, and Jenny would reseat my tail. “They are bound to come out when you are in the woods. You may as well all try it,” she said.

Jenny picked up my tail and started to return it to my ass. My mom stopped Jenny and told her that I needed to clean it first.

“Gross!!” the Donaldsons said, but they all watched as I opened my mouth and wet the tail that had been in my butt.

“Just like a finger. If there is obvious poop or dust on there, then wipe that off, but there is no reason to put it in dry. Make sure the girls clean all of the tails while they are out there before you bring them home!” my mom explained.

“Everyone’s tails or just their own, Ma’am?” Jenny asked. I could see that Mandy and Julie’s eyes got wide in surprise out of my periphery vision as I felt the tail shoot back into my ass.

“Unless you want to clean your own, I don’t see why not,” my mom said. She yanked the tail out of my ass along with the one in Julie’s ass. She mixed them up and put them in our mouths. “Can you girls tell if that was yours or the one that was in the other ass?” she asked.

We couldn’t.

“Ass is an ass, as long as it’s relatively clean when you put it in,” my mom shrugged and handed the tails to George and Lori so they could practice inserting them on us. Mom did clarify there are some assholes that are prettier than others, but shit comes out of every one of them. “No one less stinky than the other,” she said.

She made all of the others except Buddy and Lewis practice removing the tails from our asses and putting them into our butts while she tried out the names.

“Honey, you are slouching, stand up straight, stick your tits out and put your chin up,” she told me.

“Sugar, hold your ass cheeks wider. You want to make an easy target. There is no point in being shy at this stage,” she tried the name on Julie and decided she didn’t like it. She called her Candy and Honey as well and then gave orders to Mandy as Sugar and Candy to march in place.

“I feel a little like Goldilocks trying all the porridge to decide which one is right,” she said. It was unusual for my mom to be indecisive. She said it was because she wanted the names to be meaningful.

“We’ll call Mandy by the name Candy because it rhymes,” Crystal spoke up while she poked a tail into Mandy’s ass. “We’ll call Julie by the name Honey because she has the lightest hair. It is like Honey. We’ll call Blair by the name Sugar. I was going to go with Candy because she is like a sour jawbreaker. You want one until you put it in your mouth and find out how nasty it is,” she said. “However, I think sugar fits her because she could be sweet, but she definitely isn’t good for you.”

My mom couldn’t have agreed more. She laughed heartily and said that was perfect.

Our names had been chosen for us that afternoon that would apply all summer. I was to be called Sugar, and I hated it. I didn’t hate it as much as Fart Face. Fart Face was a name I’d still hear around the house, but for all intents and purposes I was now Sugar, and there was no more Blair.

My mom made a big deal out of the naming. “Blair, you are no longer to answer to that name. You are leaving who you were behind. As of this moment, that bitch is gone and on vacation. She isn’t coming back. You won’t be Blair until the school year starts at the earliest and if you do come back as Blair, it won’t be the same one that left. You are now Sugar at all times while you are in this class. You’ll still answer to your nickname Fart Face, but I think Sugar suits you. What is your name?” she asked me.

“Sugar, Ma’am,” I had to say it out loud, and it sounded so weird to hear myself say the word. I had said it so many times in the past when it was just something you put on cereal. I already loathed the sound of it.

My mom smacked me on the butt and said “Damn right,” before letting me close my ass cheeks and walk around with the tail in my ass. It felt like I was being impaled by a little pole in my butt that was hitting the bottom of my intestines. I had to walk a little funny with my butt sticking out.

Mom made me walk around the room while she performed the same ritual on Candy (Mandy) and Honey (Julie). I’ll refer to them by their new names for the remainder of this story as it is relevant.

She told Buddy and Lewis our names and pointed to each of us. They instantly understood and accepted that we had new names. They wanted new names too.

“You are going to be Buddy, and you are going to be Lewis because I love you little snot-boogers just the way you are!” she tickled them until they accepted her decision as they laughed and begged for a new name.

“I want to be Lewis, and he should be Buddy!” Buddy said of his brother. The two argued about it for a while, but they weren’t serious and quickly forgot about their request when my mom finished explaining the new names to them.

“You are now officially and without question Candy Holes, Honey Holes, and Sugar Holes. You are sisters, and I am your Mom and Teacher. You are a team. You are in this together. You graduate together. You keep each other honest and focused. It isn’t enough to just get good grades in my summer school. You can’t just piss off everyone else off in the process, girls. Now, listen to Lori on the rules when you are outside and be back in about three hours. I have some training I want to get started on after Dinner,” mom told us. She told Jenny to get the beach towels and let us cover ourselves with it.

“We are going outside naked, Ma’am?” I asked nicely.

“No, you are going out with a beach towel wrapped around you, Sugar,” my mom said and commented on how the name did seem to fit me. “You are going to undress as soon as you get to the woods anyway, so there isn’t really any point in sending you with clothes,” she smiled at me and winked at Lori.

The phone rang. My mother picked it up and said, “Hello? Oh, hi, Liz! Yes, they are behaving somewhat. No, she is still a picky little bully, but she shows promise. Julie is here now too. It is a long story. Mandy has been pretty well behaved though. You’d be proud of her. I do have to tell you we’ve picked out some class names. I’ll be calling her Candy for the rest of the semester. Yes, because it rhymes. Well, we thought about using it for Blair because she is like a sour candy that once you put in your mouth, you instantly regret it. Yes, I know. One of her friends came up with the idea. Her name will be Sugar now, and we’ll call Julie by the name Honey. Oh yes, I am quite serious about treating this like Summer School. I changed Jenny’s name, and it worked to put a completely different mindset in place, didn’t it? If I am going to do this, then I am going to make sure they learn something from the experience, and we are going to do it right or not at all,” my mom put her hand over the phone and indicated for everyone to stop waiting for her to finish talking. “It will be a while. Mind, Jenny and Lori while you are out there. Be back in three hours,” she reminded everyone before returning to her phone call with Mandy’s mother.

[EddieDavidson]

My mother continued her conversation with Candy’s mom while my cousin brought out the big beach blanket. I thought about shouting out something, so Candy’s father or brother could hear it. I would need to be more subtle, though to get revenge on her.

Candy was in this with me, and she was being humiliated just as much as I was, but the problem was she seemed to think it was funny. She was often laughing at the situations we were in, and it was driving me crazy she wasn’t just as miserable as I Was. We weren’t sisters, and we weren’t even friends. I knew her through Honey, and that was it. As far as I was concerned, she was a potential rival and a bitch just like me. She was fair game for whatever humiliation I could heap on her. I just needed to bide my time.

Jenny brought out a single large beach blanket that she intended to wrap around all of us.

“No, there are smaller beach blankets in the closet,” I told her.

She slapped me on the butt with the riding crop and said that Mom had told her to use the big beach blanket. I could have easily grabbed the riding crop and shoved it up Jenny’s little ass if I wanted. However, that wasn’t nearly as big as the tail that she had shoved up mine several times. George basically butt fucked Honey with the tail by repeatedly putting in her asshole and pulling it out like a plunger in a stopped up toilet.

Mom snapped her fingers a few times while she held the phone to her ear and talked to Liz to get Jenny’s attention and then pointed to some handcuffs. She wanted us to go with our hands cuffed behind our backs the entire time.

What if I needed to slap a bug or slap George? I didn’t want to be handcuffed, but my mom insisted, and Jenny handcuffed each of us with our hands behind our backs. These were not the play kind of handcuffs you can pop off either. These were handcuffs from my mom’s closet. They were heavy like the kind a policeman has.

“Key, Ma’am?” Jenny asked politely while my mom was on the phone. In those days, there were no wireless phones, so my mom had to stand in the kitchen and talk. My mom shook her head absolutely not and indicated we’d probably lose the key. She told Jenny just to bring us back in one piece and look out for us.

My mom nodded and motioned for us to leave while she continued to talk to Candy’s mom about our training. Every time she said something wasn’t working, I assumed she was talking about me. I definitely wanted to stay and listen to this instead of going outside.

Jenny ushered Candy, Honey and I together and then wrapped the large towel around our naked huddled bodies. Jenny was permitted to wear a skirt and a tank top with saddle shoes outside even though she was going to get naked as well when we played whatever absurd perverted redneck game they had in mind in the woods. It was just another example of my mom being hypocritical but it appeared I was the only one pissed off about it.

We left the house together, and we had to walk slowly or else the towel might blow off our bodies.

“Oh my god,” Honey said once we left the house. “My name is Honey Holes! I sound like a character on Hee-Haw! I love it,” she laughed.

“I am glad you do. My special name was Candy because it rhymes with Mandy,” Mandy said with a disappointed expression. “I was hoping it would have more meaning to it,” she shrugged.

“You dumb cunts are Mandy and Julie,” I whispered to them. “This is just a mind trick to get you to be more compliant. I doubt Eddie would even recognize his old name if I said it out loud right now. She is Jenny now. Don’t you see that my mom is just trying to get you to buy into these new names and stop being who you really are?” I told them.

“Who we really are wasn’t very nice, Sugar. I just wish the names felt less random.” Mandy shrugged as we walked together.

Lori, George, Jenny, and Crystal were talking and weren’t badgering us. I thought they would probably try to pull our towel off while we walked down the sidewalk through the neighborhood and tease us. It was definitely what I would have done in their place.

Buddy and Lewis were doing a combination of “Bruce Lee Karate,” and WWF Wrestling moves on each other as they followed along with us.

“I fucking hate that fat bitch, Lori,” I whispered to Honey. Ordinarily, she would agree with me, and then we’d plot something humiliating to do to her or say about her.

“She is actually kind of cool. I feel really ashamed of what we did now that I think about it,” Honey said.

“Oh, I see,” I nodded in understanding. “You two are playing the game where you pretend that my mom is already inside your head and you are all changed and better people,” I called them out on their act.

“Yeah, it is all a devious trick to convince you to pretend like you are a better person too, Sugar,” Candy snickered at my suggestion.

I had no come back to that, so I shut my mouth. They weren’t going to trash talk the Donaldsons with me, and I assumed they were conspiring against me.

It wasn’t long before some neighborhood boys came riding up on their bikes. That seemed to happen a lot when I was outside. It was almost as if the sight of a pretty girl drew them to me.

“Hey Lori,” they said as they pulled up to talk to Lori. I was sure they just hadn’t noticed me huddled in the beach blanket between my so-called ‘sisters.’

“Hey Ronnie and Donnie,” Lori said. The guys were heavy set rednecks, and they were both twins. They clearly liked Lori, and she was being coy with them.

“What ya doing?” they asked politely.

“Nunya,” Lori explained that it was none of their business.

“You going out to the woods? We can take you snipe hunting!” Donnie said. I assume it was Donnie. They both looked alike.

“Snipe is good eating! taste like chicken,” Ronnie agreed with his brother.

“Why don’t you two jerkoffs take a flying leap off of a short pier,” Lori told them.

“You always say that,” Ronnie said she should get some new material to put them down with.

“Why? The old material works just fine. You two goobers aren’t worth my new material,” Lori huffed in a sassy way. She sauntered though so they could keep up and keep talking to her. I could tell she was just playing hard to get. She wasn’t even subtle the way I would have been when I do it.

I briefly considered “Accidentally” letting the towel fly up so they could get a flash that we didn’t have anything on under the towel. That would spoil Lori’s chance to lead them on. Then I’d have to talk to two love-sick fat boy rednecks in denim overalls though.

When we got near the woods entrance, Lori had effectively given them the cold shoulder and told the twins not to follow them any longer. They told her they would smell her later and she said “Not if I smell you first” as they parted ways with us.

We had to walk barefoot on pinecones and through dirty woods to get to their base camp. It consisted of a few cement blocks and smelled like piss and Budweiser. Manny and Franklin were there. They were happy but surprised to see us, so they didn’t complain about how long the Donaldsons were gone.

“Well Ladies, towels off” George whipped our towel off and threw it up into a tree leaving us exposed and naked with leather tails in our asses and pink collars around our necks.

“We aren’t ladies. We are sluts, Sir” Candy said.

“You aren’t sluts. You are ponies right now,” Crystal said as she removed her clothes and handed them to George. George promptly threw them up into a tree.

“He is going to throw them up there anyway,” She shrugged and said that he’ll climb up there and get them down after you finish playing.

“It is a little incentive not to run off too far,” George promised us that if we hid in a bush for the entire time, we’d be climbing up the tree ourselves. Lori told him it wasn’t necessary to take her clothes as she undressed. George agreed as his sister removed her top revealing her sizable tits. They were the biggest tits I’d ever seen - just bouncing and hanging freely on her chest. Lori was chunky, but she had very nice curves if you like thick women.

George took the clothes and threw them up in the tree as soon as she undressed despite her protests.

“I agreed it isn’t necessary to throw your clothes up the tree. However, I did it anyway,” George laughed as Lori chased him around the base camp, swinging her fist at him playfully. Crystal stopped her and reminded her that she too was a pony.

Jenny removed her clothes. She wore pigtails and makeup and with her penis tucked looked exactly like a naked little girl not much different in build than Crystal.

Buddy and Lewis were already naked before they reached base camp and I wasn’t sure if they knew where their clothes were now because they had thrown them somewhere.

I quickly learned that the ‘game’ was where a boy would rope one of us and then ‘ride us’ while we skipped or trotted and brayed like a horse in front of them. All the boy had to do was walk behind us.

Since my mother provided tails and bit gags that made the game far more attractive to them.

This dumb game had no points, no goals, no way to win. It wasn’t my kind of game. Give me a nice game of monopoly where after stealing from the bank all night I can declare myself the winner or quit before I lose because I said I was bored over this any day!

Jenny made us suck all the tails even the ones for Buddy and Lewis before inserting them into the girl’s asses.

“Wow, it slipped right in,” Lori said with a bright smile on her face.

“Your nipples got hard,” George observed that when Jenny slipped the tail end into Lori’s ass, her nipples did become noticeably elongated and firm.

“Did not,” Lori covered her nipples with her hands and smiled.

Crystal put her own tail in, and she had clearly shoved it in really far. At least six inches of the tail was up her ass. I was happy because it looked uncomfortable, but she didn’t complain at all. She swished the tail around playfully and began to bray and put her hands in front of her like they were hooves as she got into pony mode.

“Anyone can ride Blair?” Manny asked. I knew he had a crush on me.

“Tell him your pony, name Fart Face,” George instructed me.

I hated that these assholes could give me orders and I had to call them Sir.

“My name is Sugar, Sir,” I said as submissively as I could while I stood naked in front of this Mexican kid who would have no chance to date me in any sane universe.

“Say it like a pony,” Crystal whinnied and blew air out of her mouth like Mr. Ed trying to talk like a person as she skipped around to get into the pretend game they were playing. I felt so stupid and humiliated. Lori told me to tell him my last name.

I wasn’t sure if it was a last name when my mom called us “Holes” or not. She hadn’t explicitly said that. I knew that they were having fun watching me squirm, so I said it.

“My name is Sugar Holes, Sir and I am a pony right now,” I made a very half-hearted neigh.

Jenny swatted my butt with the riding crop and told me to march in place.

“I don’t think Mom said you can make me march in place, Ma’am,” I said kind of like a pony as I turned my ass away from her.

“Mom said that you are to be a pony. Ponies march in place until they are saddle up, Now open your mouth and put in the bit while we saddle you up,” she said.

I marched in place begrudgingly as I opened my mouth and let my cousin put the bit in my mouth and show how the reins worked to Manny. He hit my ass once slowly to walk. He hit it again hard to move fast and the hardest he could to make me move quickly while holding the reins back so that I didn’t go forward.

I was their plaything for the afternoon, and I dreaded it.

Manny practiced with riding crop before taking me for a trot through the wilderness. I wasn’t sure who was able to ride Honey and Candy, but I assumed they had to do the same thing.

The brambles, sandspurs, and pine needles made it difficult, but I did the best I could to accommodate him while he turned my head in the direction he wanted to go. Spit started to drip down my chin because of the gag.

“Shake your ass more,” Manny seemed unhappy with me as a pony. I was reluctantly doing the pony trot thing for him. He should have been grateful, but he kept complaining I wasn’t whinnying or trotting right. I couldn’t say anything back because I had the gag in my mouth and anytime I tried all I could do was mutter and spray myself with the copious amounts of spit coming down my chin.

We did run across other ponies in the wood. George was riding Honey. That was no surprise. He liked her, and she was doing her best to buck him off and act like a wild horse. George was playing along and trying to ‘break her’ with the crop as she bucked her ass and shook her tits.

I was inspired to slip the bit and run as fast as I could away from Manny.

“Come back, horse! Come back this instance,” the fat Mexican boy couldn’t keep up with me as I dashed and darted through the woods. I ran back to where I remembered the entrance was and then hid by a power transformer to catch my breath. I was sure that Manny had given up by this point because I no longer heard him running after me.

I scanned the street for any cars or people. I noticed Donny and Ronnie were at the end. I waved at them and then hopped back down behind the transformer so that no one would see me.

It was a bright sunny day, and there were people who lived nearby that may be out mowing their lawn or washing their trucks. I had to signal them a couple of times before the two idiots realized I was waving at them and came towards me.

Once they got close enough to tell I was naked, they both looked very shocked.

“What is that in your ass?” they asked about the tail as I squatted behind a transformer.

“Don’t worry about that,” I whispered to them. “You like Lori, right?” I said.

They both shook their head. They looked at each other like rivals. This was even better than I had initially thought. They might fight over her! If she secretly liked the attention, I was about to make their day and ruin hers.

“Would you like to see her naked? with one of these up her ass?” I said.

They naturally agreed.

“We are playing a game in the woods. Do you know where the base camp is?” I asked.

“Who do you think built that motherfucker?” they seemed proud of the few concrete bricks they put there that constituted a ‘camp’ to them.

“Go there. Don’t tell them I told you, though!” I said before disappearing back into the woods.

I crept through the woods on my own for a while until Jenny came trotting out of the woods with Crystal. They were both naked.

“Want to join our herd?” Jenny asked as she made a ‘plerrrrrrrrr’ noise to come to a halt. I missed it when she called me Ma’am all the time.

“Not really,” I said and asked if that meant no one would ride me.

“If they lasso you it does, and you have to call me, Ma’am,” Jenny said. She didn’t have her infernal riding crop with her, so she tried to smack me on the ass. I moved out of the way.

“Ponies can’t spank asses, and ponies aren’t called Ma’am,” I whispered.

Crystal nodded that did make sense by whatever internal pretend logic that they played this perverted game with. Jenny nodded in agreement.

“Can you do me one itty, bitty, favor though Jenny?” I pouted sweetly. Jenny looked at me, skeptically. She normally fell all over herself to do my bidding.

“Would you mind scratching my nose?” with the handcuffs on I hadn’t been able to itch my nose, and it was driving me crazy.

Jenny was going to do it, but Crystal reminded her that Ponies rub their noses against bark when they have an itch they can’t scratch. They hopped along side of me so that I couldn’t escape.

“Where is your bit gag?” Jenny asked me in the horse voice.

“Neigghhhh idea,” I whinnied like a horse that I had no idea.

“Mom may punish you if you don’t bring it back,” Jenny reminded me.

“She is going to punish me no matter what I do,” I said.

“I used to think that too. Your mom is very reasonable. She is very clear in what she expects. If you do more than the minimum requirement and try, she won’t punish you. She will discipline you, but you won’t be in trouble as much. Unless you like spankings, you should try just doing what she tells you,” Jenny suggested.

I hated that lame advice because there was no way to argue with it. It was actually really sound advice. I would probably ‘get more flies with honey,” I laughed to myself as I pictured flies chasing my friend Julie as she sweated her ass off on this hot Florida day. They would be buzzing around her stinky pussy, and she couldn’t do anything about it because her hands were cuffed just like mine.

We made it back to base camp. Manny looked pissed. He had my gag in his hands and was riding Lori around a tree.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t know if you got bit by a snake or fell into a hole. There are alligators out here,” Lori said once she saw me. I felt she was faking her concern for me. I also had never thought about snakes or alligators until she mentioned it.

“I am sure you would be happy about that,” I answered her without pretending to be a horse.

“Your mom said I was in charge of you. She trusted me. You are a rotten little shit but so is George and I love him dearly,” she put her arm around her brother George with a goofy smile on her face. George was making Honey march in place and wiggle her ass. She was tied by rope around her neck to a tree. He made her walk around and around slowly and then stop and shake her ass and wiggle it for him as he ‘broke her in.’

I couldn’t think of anything snarky to say in reply to her concern for me. Donny and Ronnie emerged from the treeline laughing and gawking at Lori.

Lori immediately turned beet red and ran off without saying anything.

“Oh, don’t run off! Come back and let us get a better look,” Ronnie and Donny chuckled at their prank.

George looked at me like he knew I was the one that told them to come back here. I am pretty good about hiding a look of guilt on my face when I do something evil because I do it so often, but he had guessed it pretty quickly.

I quickly feigned surprise and ran behind a tree, but it was too late. Jenny and Crystal had also figured it out. They stood there naked with their tails swishing in their ass and looked at me.

“Well shit, I didn’t think she’d run off,” Donny said to Ronnie.

“Let’s go find her,” Ronnie said, and the two fat boys took off in the direction she ran off too.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Crystal didn’t talk like a pony either.

“What are you talking about, Ma’am?” I answered sweetly.

“You told them where we were!” Crystal pouted angrily and folded her arms in front of her.

“I don’t even know them, Ma’am. Are you sure that you are the only ones who know about base camp? Who built it originally?” I asked. Crystal didn’t answer me. She looked away angrily.

“You ran off in the direction of the street,” Manny pointed out that I had a chance to warn them.

“Oh yeah, I ran down the street naked and waved down Ronny and Donnie to invite them to come see me naked in the woods, Sir,” I said sarcastically.

“Why do you keep calling me sir, you don’t mean it,” Manny shrugged in disgust.

“I don’t mean it, but my mom will spank me when I get back if Jenny tells on me,” I said that my cousin was a natural tattle tail and I would follow the rules even though I forgot to call him Sir that time.

“You’ll get spanked right here,” George insisted that my mom had said they could spank me if I made a mistake. I remembered her saying that and thinking she couldn’t be, but I knew she was deadly serious when she made the offer.

“She never said that, Sir!” I insisted that never happened.

“She did and when Miss Lori said she spanked me for being a know it all my Aunt told her that was fine,” Jenny said. I was about to remind her that ponies don’t have to say Ma’am when I realized we weren’t really playing this game anymore. It was now about them poking at me and accusing me of something that I had clearly done but wasn’t about to admit to any of them.

“You can’t spank me for something I didn’t do,” I don’t know if I thought I would get a court of law and make them prove it or what but it seemed like a good enough excuse.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” George told me sourly.

“I will not,” I insisted. I wasn’t in much of a position with my hands cuffed behind my back to really argue with him, but I felt I could intimidate him into not touching me. “I didn’t do anything,” I insisted that I was innocent.

Ronnie and Donnie doubled back and asked if Lori came back or not.

“Did she tell you Lori was out here running around naked?” George asked them.

“Yeah,” they both agreed without hesitation. Those fucking rat bastards.

“My sister doesn’t want you to see her naked,” Crystal insisted Donny and Ronnie stop chasing her.

“I know, that is why we have to chase her,” Ronnie said as he disappeared into the woods with his brother.

“See what you’ve done? She likes them, but she didn’t want them to think she was a freak,” Crystal said.

“She is a freak. You are all freaks. Look at yourselves, you took your clothes off and shoved a tail into your own butt and then trot around the woods like a pony in front of your brother. I am here because I have to be, what is your excuse?” I said. I couldn’t help myself. Crystal was hurting, and she lashed out at me, so I automatically lashed back out. I hurt Crystal’s feelings but that is my defense mechanism to make people stop pointing out my flaws. I hated being powerless through submission to use a very simple technique that has worked for me since Kindergarten to shoot people down.

“You know what? I don’t even want to spank you now,” George said as he started to get my towel down from the tree. He looked defeated and I loved that look on his face. It was delicious and refreshing to see someone else besides me have to look sad.

If I had known it was this easy to get disinvited to this little perverted party, I would have started insulting Crystal a lot sooner!

“I do though,” I heard rustling from the bushes behind us. Lori HAD doubled back and had been watching the entire time. She asked George to drop her clothes down, and she had the tail in her hands. George gladly obliged and kicked down Crystal and Jenny’s clothes from the tree. Lori slipped her tank top on and shorts. I could tell she was pissed, and there was no way I could run.

She charged at me and flipped me over her knee with one swooping motion like something from a televised wrestling match. She shoved her own tail in my mouth along with the one she plucked out of my butt to clean and then set them down next to her as she sat down on a nearby stump.

My hands were still behind my back and covering my ass as she pulled me into lap. George held my wrists up and put his knees around my head to keep from wiggling.

“No, let her go,” Lori said that she was going to give me a spanking and I would stay where I was and not squirm or try to get out of it. I wished George would have held my hands up because now I had to hold them up behind my back and present a target of my bare ass to Lori.

“How many do I get, Ma’am?” I asked nervously.

“Oh, I am Ma’am now? I was Seacow and Fat-ass Lori a few weeks ago before school ended,” she reminded me of some of the names I came up with for her. In my defense, I used those names on a lot of fat girls, not just her.

“Yes, you are Ma’am; I am sorry,” I said. I wasn’t sorry at all. I was laughing inside that I had embarrassed her. It was a small payback for the humiliations I was enduring. It was to be the first of many as far as I was concerned. If I could hurt her while naked and handcuffed, she would regret messing with me when I made it through my mom’s silly summer camp and was back in my element at school.

“Fifty,” she said, and she made me count as she used her bare hand to slap my rump hard. That seemed excessive, and Lori wasn’t weak. Lori hit harder than mom did with Luther the paddle with just her bare hand when she was angry.

No one came to my defense. No one said it was excessive. No one looked sorry for me. I even began to cry after I counted out the tenth swat. My ass was turning red from the beating, and I genuinely felt tears rolling down my face. They weren’t guilt or empathy. I had no concern for her hillbilly romances or feelings. She was just hitting me so hard that snot was rolling down my nose, and my make-up was running.

“What is your name?” she asked.

“Eleven Ma’am, thank you!” I didn’t realize I’d have to answer questions too. That would make this so much harder “My name is Sugar Holes,” I had to admit.

“Say that after every swat!” she insisted. I didn’t want to do it, but she insisted she’d start the count over and I already felt she was flattening my ass into a pancake as it was. I counted “Twelve, Ma’am! Thank you, my name is Sugar Holes!” I yelped. I counted ten more before she asked another question.

“Why are you such a hateful bitch?” she asked. I had no intention of telling her anything about myself. I had to think up an answer that would satisfy her while not admitting too much truth about myself.

Twenty-Two, Ma’am, thank you! My name is Sugar Holes, and I am such a hateful bitch because I was just born that way I guess,” I admitted.

“You hurt everyone who tries to be nice to you. We wanted to have fun with you today. You were INVITED here. You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to ruin our fun and embarrass me,” she said as she slapped my ass.

I will admit to feeling a tiny bit of guilt. It was a weird feeling and an unwelcome one that I quickly swallowed down and focused on the indignity of being ass up and over her knee while she spanked me.

“If it was an invitation then no one asked me, Ma’am,” I said. That was true. I was never invited because if I was, then I wouldn’t have accepted.

“You are hopeless,” Lori smacked me again across the buttocks. “Your mom accepted the invitation on your behalf. Your friends took the game with a grain of salt and had fun,” she said.

“They aren’t my friends,” I insisted through strained eyes. I was trying not to cry more than I had too.

“Really?” I heard Honey ask. She and Candy had returned from playing horse and were watching me get spanked. I had lost track of time. It felt like I had been over Lori’s knee for an hour or just five minutes - I had no idea which.

I didn’t know what to say to Honey.

“How can you be my friend if I am as horrible as they say,” I asked as Lori smacked my ass. I lost count. I wasn’t going to agree to let her start over though. I let her keep smacking my ass, but I was going to squirm out of her lap if she started over. My arms and shoulder muscles were aching from holding my hands up behind my back while my wrists were cuffed.

“I am almost as horrible as you,” Honey chuckled and said that we had being pieces of shit together in common. That made me laugh.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” I told Honey and admitted we were friends,”

“That almost sounds like an actual apology,” Candy laughed.

“We’re friends too,” I told Candy reluctantly. I wanted to add “Just not good friends.”

“I thought we were sisters,” Candy said with a goofy expression. They watched me get my ass smacked at least a dozen times before Lori let me up. My ass stung and throbbed. I wobbled on my feet and felt dizzy.

Donny and Ronnie had returned and watched. They were wholly impressed. Donny raised his hand and sweetly said he’d be next if she wanted to spank him.

“Hell no, I almost broke my hand on that bitches ass,” Lori laughed and then punched him in the arm. “I didn’t want you coming out here seeing me naked, or I would have invited you,” she told them shyly. She said she wasn’t mad because she didn’t blame them for checking on what I had told them.

“You play ponies out here?” Ronny and Donny were older boys, and they looked like very serious rednecks who probably owned trucks.

“Yeah, I know it sounds silly. My kid sister likes it,” Lori kicked rocks and looked at her feet.

“That’s fucking cool. We used to bring BB guns out here every Saturday and play wargames,” Donny said, and Ronnie agreed. He said there was a second base camp, but it was hidden.

“Was it the one under the tree?” Lori described a hiding area and said that was where they had their secret Indian Village when they confirmed it was their second base camp.

“So can we do ponies with you?” Ronny asked shyly.

“Yeah, I mean how do you even play?” Donny looked confused.

“You get behind a pony, and you ride her around the woods,” Lori rolled her eyes like an excited school girl who was being flirted with by the popular boys in school and looked at the ground.

“Fuck yeah,” Ronnie and Donny agreed that they were excited to play this silly game.

“Okay, but you can’t do anything dirty!” Lori started to remove her clothes again and hand them to George to throw up in the tree.

“Why does he throw them in the tree?” Donny asked.

“So I don’t get pissed off and leave before the game is over. Who wants to ride me first?” Lori asked after she was naked again as she squeezed one of the tails into her ass cheeks and wiggled her butt while shaking her tits at the same time. The twins both looked at each other like they just won the lottery!

[EddieDavidson]

I had to spend the next hour tied to the tree by my neck marching in slow circles while George, Manny, and Franklin took turns giving me orders to wiggle my ass, shake my tits, stop, high step and then start marching again in circles around the tree. They called it “Maypole” training.

Itchy, pine needles, humid Florida heat, ants, pine cones. It sucked.

The spanking had taken a lot of the wind out of my sails. I couldn’t even plot another scheme of revenge. It was as if the spanking had knocked all the spitefulness out of my head for a little while and reset my brain. It had worked on Candy and Honey by way of example because they too fell in line. They had been half-assing the pony girl stuff until the spanking but after that painful and humiliating lesson from Lori we all began “full-assing” it. It seemed like an automatic response to getting my ass kicked that I didn’t even think about the reasons I started playing along without wise cracking or trying to avoid doing what I was told.

There were times it was even kind of fun to neigh and whinny and skip around, but my main reason for playing along was it minimized their need to use the crop on my ass.

Honey had been doing maypole training before, but after my spanking, she and Candy were allowed to serve as regular ponies with Crystal and Lori as the boys took turn riding them from behind through the paths in the woods. Jenny, Buddy, and Lewis tended to trot around by themselves or as a herd roaming the woods.

Honey did stub her toe once, and it must have really hurt. She began to kick George really hard for walking her in that direction and hopping up and down while she called him a motherfucker!

“I didn’t mean to walk you that way!” George apologized.

“You totally did. I told you there were thorns and stumps! This really hurts! I don’t have shoes on, and you do, you dumb fuck!” Honey totally lost her shit.

George tried to get her to calm down and insisted he would spank her if she didn’t.

“Fuck you, George! You just want to play with my butt!” Honey said.

Honey calmed down and didn’t get spanked. However, I think George was gun shy about riding her around, and the depraved game of pony play in the woods came to a close shortly after that.

George pulled down everyone’s clothes from the tree so that they could get dressed. He liked climbing trees. There was some talk about making me go back naked, but Jenny stood up for me and said that she didn’t think my mom would approve.

I was surprised Jenny would be concerned about me after all the things I put her through. I assumed she was as gullible as I initially thought.

However, after we wrapped up the tails were plucked out of everyone’s asses, including mine. Jenny insisted we be the ones to ‘clean’ them with our mouths after she checked them for specks of shit.

She had the last laugh after all by making me suck the tail that had been up her dirty, stinky, fat ass.

Donny and Ronnie thought we were disgusting, but they laughed the loudest of anyone as we made sour faces and sucked the tails clean.

“Smell like farts? I farted on my tail,” Lori chuckled at my misfortune.

“Sugar farted so hard she launched her tail halfway across the room! Remember that?” George exaggerated the story of how I farted back at my house, and everyone laughed at me again. I would never live that one down.

“We should call her Farty Butt instead of Fart Face!” Crystal giggled at me.

“Damn, what did these girls do to get their mom so pissed off at them?” Donny asked.

“Tell them,” Lori insisted.

“I threw a big party and didn’t invite Lori, and then we wrecked the house, Sir,” I said. I thought it was a good short summary of what happened.

“Damn, is that all you think you have done wrong? No wonder your mom decided to take drastic measures. My mom would disown me if I did half the shit you do,” Lori said.

“We did a lot more than that, Sir. We’ve been shoplifting, hurting people, manipulating, and lying. Her mom has a summer school program to help us learn right from wrong,” Candy added.

“That is what I was trying to say,” I said. I wasn’t trying to say that originally at all. The way Candy said it so matter of factly did make it sound more sensible and not like my mom was off the deep end.

Donny and Ronnie said they thought it was a good idea. “You guys would never have talked to boys like us at school, and now you are calling us Sir,” they said.

They were right. We would never have talked to them or acknowledged their existence unless it was to make fun of them.

They also made us thank them for the privilege of playing pony and show appreciation for the towel.

At this point, our wrists were hurting from wearing the handcuffs all afternoon and walking on pine needles and sharp rocks. Candy showed her true colors by being annoyed. I knew that bitch had been pretending this was helping her.

“Thank you so very much for letting me walk around in this gnat infested woods naked for three hours while you stared at my butt,” she said sarcastically. She added, “If anything made me appreciate going back to Sugar’s house to get disciplined, it was spending time with you guys,” she said.

I think she was joking, but it came across snotty and belligerent. Lori put her over her knee and gave her ten swats across the ass. Donny and Ronnie loved watching the spanking, and Lori hit nice and hard.

The spanking was enough of a warning that Honey and I were willing to play along. I said, “Thank you for showing me what a bitch I am. I should never have told Mister Donny and Mister Ronnie where to find us, Ma’am,” I said. I did regret what I had done but mostly because when I was caught, I received fifty swats. I will say that the spanking had quieted my desires for revenge and snarkiness for a time. I marched quietly around that maypole without so much as a word and did exactly what they told me to avoid getting cropped. I still got cropped, but it was usually when I was slow or hesitant. I was sure I would have got whipped more for defiance.

Donny suggested he bring his BB guns out next time and teach them how to play war games “like in the old days” when he and Ronnie used to come out here more often. I was hoping he was joking and I didn’t say anything in response.

“You two sure let me twist in the wind back there,” I whispered to Honey and Candy once we were led out of the woods in the towel.

“Yeah, that was fun to watch you hang yourself,” Candy admitted. “I probably would have done something mean to Lori, but it would have been far more subtle and clever. You can’t help yourself, though. You are like a female version of Dennis the Menace,” she chuckled.

Honey said she was tempted to run off a few times. “Honestly, I am just desperate for a cigarette. I’d have sucked someone’s dick to get one,” she laughed. I knew she was probably serious about that. We didn’t like to give oral sex to boys without making them jump through hoops, but Honey smoked a lot, and I knew it was killing her to go without a smoke for even a day.

I would have to find a way to use that to my advantage.

When the Donaldsons dropped us back off at our house, my mom insisted we remove the towel at the door. She wasn’t surprised when Lori told her we were spanked. Mom was surprised that Honey didn’t get spanked too. “I’d be astonished if after one day she stopped being a lying, manipulative little twat,” she said.

“I tried to, but she wouldn’t let me,” George tattled on Honey. Honey glared at him. That was gold because now I wasn’t the only one who was an obstinate, stubborn little bitch.

My mom promised she would do her best to train us to behave better next time. I hated that there would be a ‘next time’ with the Donaldsons, but it was going to be a long, painful, and humiliating summer for sure.

Mom waved goodbye to them as she ordered us into the inspection position and thanked Lori and her friends for watching us. Lori told her briefly what we did wrong, but thankfully she didn’t go into any detail about how I ran off and convinced the boys she liked to see her prance around the woods like a chubby little freakazoid.

My mom asked us if we had fun while she started inspecting us one at a time from the top of our head to the bottom of our feet and holes in between.

“Yes, Ma’am, there were times that it was actually fun,” I admitted. I had laughed a few times although most of it was a humiliating ordeal in the hot, balmy Florida heat.

“Good, because playtime is over. After your inspection, I have some training exercises for you to perform. You’ll eat and have your daily beating, and then you will go to Mr. Greenbaum’s house and clean under my supervision. You will pay off the damages you have done and pay for Groceries for Honey’s family,” she said.

“Thank you, Ma’am, I really appreciate you are doing that for my family,” Honey said.

“You do? that is a surprise,” Mom said accusingly as she inspected Honey by lifting up her tits and pulling them apart. “I found your cigarette butts after you left. I am not sure how you found the time to smoke my cigarettes, but I’ll have to be extra vigilant on you going forward,” my mom said.

“How do you know they were mine, Ma’am?” Honey asked as she stood there in the nude, looking guilty with her hands behind her head.

“You smoke like a fiend all the way down to the butt. I know Sugar smokes but not very often. I asked Liz if Candy smokes and she said no,” Mom said.

“It’s disgusting,” Candy said.

“You think that I am an idiot and won’t notice my Virginia slims going missing? You grossly underestimate me, and that is something even a foolish bimbo like Sugar would not do,” mom told Honey as she stuck her finger in her pussy and wiggled it around.

She was right. I didn’t often underestimate my mother’s powers of observation. It had made me extra sneaky to get away with things.

“You have so much chaos going on at your home that you are used to getting away with things. That is not going to be the case here. Now do you understand why I have to look even up your dirty ass to see if you’ve stolen something of mine?” my mom asked as she put a finger in Honey’s mouth and then inserted it back into her sweaty ass. We were still hot and sweaty from being rode hard all day in the woods.

“Yes Ma’am, if I could just have a cigarette a day, then I would not be as tempted to take them,” Honey begged.

“This is not a negotiation. If you are to get a cigarette, it will be as an award for winning a competitive training exercise. Those will be infrequent, but I will use even your competitive nature to train you. You are not going to set the terms of your obedience as conditions upon me, giving you what you want. That is not how any of this works,” my mom said as she finished with Honey and moved on to Candy.

“And you, Candy? learning a lot?” my mom asked Candy.

“Yes, Ma’am, I appreciate this training. I’m starting to see myself for who I really am. I see Sugar and Honey as examples of how I could end up if I continue on this path as a bitch,” Candy responded crisply with her tits pushed out as my mom began looking around her mouth and nose.

“Really? You think you are better than they are?” Mom asked.

“I didn’t’ say that Ma’am, I think that I haven’t been as bad as Sugar. You should have seen what she did today. Do you mind if I tell you about it?” Candy wanted to tattle on what I did in more detail.

“I have an idea of what Sugar probably did to get the spanking. It wouldn’t surprise me. If I wanted an accurate detail of what happened, I would ask Jenny because I don’t believe you any further than I can throw you. Whatever you told me would serve Candy and not Sugar. I know that whatever you told me would paint her in a bad light and you in a good one. Do you want to know what surprised me today, though? What surprised me is something your mom told me today,” my mom said as she began squeezing and kneading Candy’s tits. The look on Candy’s face must have been priceless. I had to keep my head straight ahead and wait for the inspections to be over, but I could sense that Candy was worried.

“The credit card bill finally arrived,” my mom said after a dramatic pause.

Candy didn’t deny whatever she did. She started to explain that had happened before the training and she would never do the same scam now. It sounded like a terrible excuse and my mom was clearly not buying it.

“I didn’t give you permission to squeak. If I wanted to hear you babble about why this isn’t a big deal, I would give you permission to talk,” My mom began to finger Candy’s pussy. “You took out a credit card in Gerald’s name. You spent 700 dollars at the Galleria mall down in Fort Lauderdale. You had to know it would come back to you at some point? Your mom even found the stuff you bought in your closet. It is all going back or being donated to charity just so you know,” my mom said with scorn in her voice as she stuck her finger in Candy’s mouth to clean it off.

I had to admit that was ambitious and stupid. Candy had built herself up to be this strategist that was smarter than me, but that sounded like something pretty reckless and selfish.

“I don’t know why I did that, Ma’am,” Candy admitted.

“I know why,” my mom said as she stuck her fingers right into Candy’s asshole. “You are a bitch. You found a way to get a credit card through the mail. You put your brother’s name on it, and they sent the card to you. You had to sneak to the mail and get the card before anyone found out it arrived. Your mom said she was suspicious when you started volunteering to get the mail a few weeks ago. You arranged to spend the night at Honey’s house, but you roped some boy into driving you down to Fort Lauderdale. There you bought a bunch of things and wrecked your brother’s credit with a debt he has to pay off,” My mom asked if that summed it up.

Honey seemed surprised she wasn’t’ invited to Fort Lauderdale. She said that Candy never offered to spend the night at her house.

“Oh, but according to Candy’s mother, she has spent the night many times. Last night was the first time you ever actually went to Honey’s trailer, wasn’t it, Candy?” my mom asked as she wriggled her fingers around in her asshole and let Candy clean them.

“Yes Ma’am, and I just thought they would forgive the debt because technically Gerald never took the card out. The bank would think it is fraud,” Candy said.

“I am not sure if you are justifying your actions to yourself because you certainly aren’t justifying them to me. The last I checked bank fraud was a criminal offense. Just like writing a bad check, this is a felony when it exceeds 500 dollars. I am not going to rank the three of you as to which of you is a bigger asshole. You all three are manipulative little cunts. I just want you to understand why I don’t feel any sympathy for you. Honey can play this poor girl who never had anything, but she steals and lies and cheats at will. Candy you can play this goody two shoes who just made an honest mistake except you make them over and over and over. The best thing I can say about Sugar is that she hasn’t even been hiding what a manipulative, narcissistic bully she truly is. All of these behaviors are a cry for help from the three of you. It is a signal that you need to be taken in hand and taught to behave. We aren’t working on making you polite little ladies. That is a different summer all together from this one. The best I can hope for this is summer is you become pleasing sluts instead of wicked bitches. Now get into the punishment position, and I’ll apply your beatings,”

My mom beat the snot out of us that afternoon with Luther. She had clearly been going light on us the first night because the second day she found ways to use the paddle to make me hurt in all new ways. My eyes kept opening wide as I answered her questions. She made me tell her all about what I did in the pony training during my affirmations. After she finished spanking us, she made us eat from glass bowls on the floor while Jenny, Buddy, and Lewis sat at the table.

She gave us a chance to piss and shit after that. My brother Buddy said, “Monkey See! Monkey Doo-Doo!” which got big laughs from my brother Lewis as they watched us take a piss and shit in the kitchen. I was absolutely mortified.

I used to play awful pranks on them and treat them like little dirtbags and servants. They are such gullible little weirdos though they never tried to get even with me even now when they could have found ways to add to my humiliation. It was hard to want revenge on them like I did Jenny and all the other people responsible for my being in training.

At this point, I definitely did not feel responsible for being in training. This was my mother’s idea as a reaction to things I did. I understood that I did everything, and more than she said I did.

I still hadn’t drunk the Kool-Aid the way Honey and Candy seemed to accept that this was necessary. I resented being lumped in with the bad things they did. I felt my mom was punishing me along with them for things they did like running up the balance on Gerald’s credit card. That was a golden opportunity to bring Gerald over and embarrass her more.

I whispered to Candy while we were crawling around on the floor that afternoon “Do you think your brother is going to want to come over here and see you on the floor crawling around naked?” I wanted to make her sweat.

“Yeah, probably and I don’t blame him if he laughed at this point. That was pretty fucked up on my part,” she said.

“You wouldn’t do it again if you could?” I whispered.

“No, I wouldn’t,” she said. I was disappointed Candy was starting to sound like a Polly-Anna goody-good type. “I would be much smarter and take the card out in your name but use a different address,” she winked at me.

She was still a bitch at heart, and that made me strangely satisfied for some reason.

Buddy, Lewis, and Jenny went outside to play again after we ate.

My mom’s training for us that afternoon was that we were to sit with our pussy touching the tile floor with our legs as far apart as they could go in a circle so that our feet touched each other.

“Play with your tits,” my mom handed us realistic looking dick shaped dildos. Mine was that of a black guy. “Titty fuck yourself, whatever it takes to get yourself wet. You have five minutes. The wettest cunt will get to pick from the reward box,” my mom said.

Mom had created a little box with 30 index cards, each with a different reward on them. Mom said she would evaluate the rewards and add some or take them out as she discovered what was effective but that only one of us could have the reward this time. “If I give you a competition where more than one of you have a reward and there is only one card with smoke a cigarette then only one of you can have it,” she said.

“First come, first serve?” Honey asked abruptly without adding a Ma’am to the end of her question.

My mom reminded her to call her Ma’am with a slap across her tits and said that was one way to do it. “You could also be charitable to one another, but I am sure you are incapable of that. I’d imagine Sugar will pick the cigarette just to keep you from having it if she gets the opportunity,” my mom said.

We looked disappointed when she told us we’d have to work together to decide who should get the treat. I asked myself why my mother would create a system where we would be tempted to be selfish? And more importantly, why would she take all the fun out of picking the cigarette before Honey had a chance to get it before the first time I had an opportunity to do it to her?

Each card featured a different treat like “Enjoy a single cigarette,” “Five minutes on the phone in private,” “Candy.”

“Candy?” I asked.

“I am sure you don’t think anyone is going to see you as a reward at this point? I meant an actual candy bar.”

The other treats included things like being able to use the toilet in private. The strangest reward of them all was that we could masturbate in private for five minutes.

“So you want to train us to masturbate, and the reward is we get to masturbate, Ma’am?” Candy asked skeptically.

“Yes, you have to play with yourself on cue and get wet even when you aren’t really feeling it. You need to do it in a pleasing manner that is entertaining to watch. The reward is you can do it however you like in private,” my mom explained.

My nipples are sensitive, but I’ve never found myself doing anything to them. Usually, a boy will start trying to twist the radio dial by turning them a few times and go straight to playing with my pussy. My mother had restricted us to strictly touching our tits and trying to get wet.

The exercise was much more awkward and weird than it may even sound. My mom gave us pointers and tips and also removed her shirt to show us how to titty fuck ourselves by pushing the cock between her tits like it was fucking her and looking like she enjoyed it.

“Isn’t it fake, though? Do you enjoy it, Ma’am?” Honey asked as she held the dildo awkwardly.

“Hold the dildo in your hand like it is a dick that won’t bite you. The goal is to please the person watching. Unless they are into virgins with no experience, you are going to be a huge buzzkill. Play with yourself like it is a full-time job and you are trying to get a promotion! Play with yourself with zest and gusto and learn to love the pleasure. Stop being a stingy cunt and embrace your inner sluts. Let it come across your face naturally and enjoy your sexuality. It isn’t a gift you are giving away or having extracted. It is who you are now. Play with yourself to please the people watching you,” Mom explained.

“You are the only one watching us, Ma’am” Candy observed dryly.

“Thankfully so because if you fuck as you play with your tits, I’d wonder how any guy could cum!” my mom bent over her and began to work her tits. “I’ll get you an audience if that is what you want. You have to show me that you could hold an audience’s attention though,” my mom said.

“No ma’am, I wasn’t suggesting to bring in an audience,” Candy said as she smiled and enjoyed what my mother was doing with her fingers to her tits before taking over to do the same thing.

I could picture an audience of her father and Gerald and how uncomfortable that would make her.

My mom did the same thing to Honey and to my tits to show us how to pleasure ourselves.

“Stop making this weird, Sugar. Stop staring at me like that,” she told me. I wasn’t sure how I was staring at her.

“You are my mom, don’t you think it is weird you are playing with my tits to get me wet, Ma’am,” I asked. I knew that was pretty sarcastic, but I felt it was an excellent way to make my mom feel awkward or regret the training.

“No, you need to learn to pleasure yourself before you can please anyone. I am everyone’s mom right now. I am also your teacher and trainer. In this class, no part of your body is off limits to me,” she said.

“it is not normal,” I muttered.

“Normal is a setting on a washing machine. Normal is a daughter who isn’t a total lying bitch who destroys my home and hurts people. We are so passed normal at this point. You will find in life that few people are normal and the ones who are obsessed with being normal are the freakiest of all. Now play with your tits before I decide to change the training to see how far I can stretch your nipples,” she assured me.

Mom told me that it was just flesh and she changed my diapers too. “I’ve wiped the shit right off your ass. Trust me, that was a lot worse than pulling your puffy little nipples. This is for your education and not my entertainment. I would have a lot more fun playing with my own tits or having those played with by some guy then I would dealing with your sorry excuse for budding milk sacks,” mom said.

I’d never heard her use the term ‘milk sacks’ to describe tits before. It was so vulgar and profane and yet kind of sexy in a way to hear tits described that way. I have to admit I didn’t care that she touched me as much as I wanted to make her feel awkward about it. My mom’s touch could be very pleasurable if you could get past the part about her being your own mother.

I didn’t say anything else. I started playing with my tits the way she showed me, and with a little creative fantasy, I was able to get turned on and wet. I imagined myself at the party from Saturday except there were cooler boys there. I was Betty, the blonde bimbo with all the attention on me. I was tra-la-la-ling around the house with my giant tits and perky ass sticking out, pretending I didn’t understand why everyone was paying attention to “little old me.” The old man she was with was John Travolta, and he was really into me. He had all this cocaine and moved like a dream. Everyone was jealous of how he only had eyes for me. Travolta took me outside and fucked me on the hood of his red Porsche. We were really going at it, kissing and touching each other under the moonlight! He was giving me a hickey softly on my neck and playing with my tits. I told him to titty fuck me so hard. “Do me Zuko! Do me like Olivia Newton-John! I am your Sandy, baby! Fuck me, hard!”

“Sugar ... SUGAR ... FART FACE!!! BLAIR!!!!!!!!!,” my mom screamed to get my attention and snap me out of a haze of fantasy. I had lost myself in the fantasy and tuned out completely. My mom told me the time had been up for a minute before I answered her, and the other girls were standing up and looking down at me. Mom made me stand up and felt my pussy.

“Yep girls looks like Sugar is the winner of that exercise!” she said.

“Oh, man!” the other girls shrugged with disappointment. My pussy was soaking wet, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. I was happy. I won the contest.

I looked through all thirty of the index cards. There were a lot of good perks to be chosen, but the one that interested me the most was five minutes on the phone in private.

A call I planned to make to Gerald just as soon as I had the chance!

[EddieDavidson]

“Hello? is this Gerald?” I asked when I finally got a chance to make the private phone call that I had earned playing the masturbation game.

“Yeah, who is this?” Candy’s older brother sounded confused that a girl would be calling him.

“This is uh ... Blair,” I almost forgot my own name and said Fart Face. I had grown so used to answering to that or Sugar that it slipped my mind.

“Blair? What do you want?” he asked skeptically.

“This is Blair Conner!” I reminded him sweetly. He must have thought I was some other Blair.

“Yeah, I know. You wouldn’t be calling me if you didn’t want something,” Gerald was right about that.

“I just wanted to invite you over some time. I’d like to see you. Candy has been telling me all about you,” I let slip Mandy’s new pet name.

“Candy?” Gerald was confused.

“I don’t have a lot of time, Gerald. That’s your sister’s nickname. Has your mom or dad not told you about how she is spending the summer?” I asked coyly.

“No, just that she fucked up your house and ran up a credit card in my name and she is over there for the summer,” Gerald answered.

That was perfect! I was hoping this would come as a shock and a surprise to him as well as to her when he finally came over and saw her naked and serving.

“Aren’t you mad about her running up that credit card in your name?” I asked.

Gerald seemed skeptical and rightly so. I wasn’t the type of person to call him much less care about his petty little life. It probably seemed out of character that I suddenly wanted to know what he thought about something.

“Not really, I mean my parents are going to return most of the stuff, and what we can’t return then she is going to have to pay back. It isn’t even the worst thing she has ever done to me, hah. It is just how Mandy is,” Gerald chuckled passively accepting his sister’s misbehavior. He was such a spineless jellyfish. He was tall and gangly, but his voice was still high pitched and whiny. Just listening to him talk made me want to reach through the phone and smack him.

“Well, I would like you to come over sometime, and see us?” I threw in the promise of seeing ME to sweeten the deal. I would play with his head and make him think he had a chance to check me out. He never said he was into me before but given he was a nerdy loser I assumed he would fall over himself if a pretty girl showed interest in him.

“I don’t know when I can come by. The new Ghostbusters movie just came out, and I want to go check that out with my friends,” he sounded like such a nerd.

Ghostbusters? That sounded like a lame movie to me.

“Oh, but I think you’ll like it if you come over,” I said.

“I’ll check with my mom. She said to leave things alone basically,” Gerald assured me.

“No, you don’t need to check with your mom. You are a grown man almost! I’ll find out when my mom isn’t going to be home and let you know, and maybe you could come over then?” I tried to lead him on subtly with the promise that maybe I liked him.

“I don’t know,” Gerald seemed hesitant.

“Maybe you could take me to see Ghostbusters? On a date or something?” I had no intention of going out on a date with him. I could fall back on being under discipline as the reason I can’t leave. It was ironic I’d rather stay naked and humiliated then go on a date with a nerdy boy.

Gerald said he would like that but didn’t sound like he believed me. I reminded him to keep this between us and that I’d call him again once I knew more.

Everything was going according to plan. I had a few minutes left after the call, but when I tried to call Jack, he hung up on me. He must have been busy.

When I returned to the living room, my mom was beating Jenny with the leather strap and told us it was time to milk her.

This was one of the most annoying and disgusting parts of the training to me. We had to crawl behind her on all fours like we were giving her a little naked parade.

This time I was to kneel on the floor, and Honey was supposed to talk dirty. Candy had to masturbate Jenny’s penis. I waited on the floor with my head down.

“Look up and hold your mouth open, Sugar” my mom made me open my eyes and watch for the rain of cum from Jenny’s tiny little penis. If she had a slit, you really could have said that tiny penis was just a big clit. Honey’s clit was probably fatter than Jenny’s penis if you measured them both.

It was difficult not to look very self-satisfied as I pictured my mom making Candy milk Jenny right in front of her old brother Gerald. She may even offer to let us milk Gerald the same way.

“Come on, Jenny, look at these big tits. Shoot your cum all over me, I want you to cum for me,” Honey was shaking her big tits and begging Jenny to cum on her tits.

“Can you turn around and spread your ass cheeks please?” Jenny wasn’t interested in tits. She wanted to see butt cheeks.

“Yes, Miss Jenny, I would be happy to show you my ass,” Honey complied sweetly and turned around to hold her ass cheeks apart. She had been inspected by Jenny. I think we all suspected Jenny had a thing for asses because she spent a lot more time investigating our butts than anything else.

“May I sniff it?” Jenny asked.

“You want to sniff my butt, Miss Jenny?” Honey seemed shocked that anyone would want to sniff her big old butthole. Especially, since we hadn’t showered and had rawhide leather tails with nothing but spit shoved up our sweaty asses for several hours.

“Yes, is that okay?” she asked.

“I think so, yes,” Honey looked at my mom for permission, and my mom nodded.

Jenny breathed in as if she smelled freshly blossomed Begonias in the garden.

“Would you fart?” Jenny asked. This was one fucked up little munchkin.

Honey giggled and said she would try. “It might be a big one,” she warned Jenny. Meanwhile, I had to wait on the floor under the tiny penis waiting for her cock-goo while Candy beat her off like she was literally churning butter with the world’s tiniest butter churn. Candy couldn’t have looked more bored or less impressed with Jenny’s tiny cock.

“Yes, please, I’d like to see your butthole open and close if possible,” Jenny asked politely.

“Verrrruooooooooop,” Honey, let one go right in Jenny’s face, and it must have satisfied her. It smelled like aged cheddar cheese and hamburger meat. Jenny came right after that, and the drops fell on my face and lips. I used my finger to scrape most of it off my nose and lick it.

“In the future, one of the other girls will kiss it off your face and then kiss it back in the mouth,” my mom wasn’t even satisfied with how I ate cum during a milking.

Afterward, my mom said we needed to get dressed so that we could over to Mr. Greenbaum’s and clean his house. Naturally, the pervert next door had been eager to hire us to cavort around his house and ‘clean up.’

I asked politely if we could shower. We were sweaty and sticky from masturbating, running around in the woods, having cum dropped on our faces, and the only bath we had was with a garden hose.

“Why? You’ll just get dirty over there cleaning up. This is hard work, Sugar. You can bathe together tonight when you are done,” Mom ignored my polite request. I would definitely be getting even with her for every little injustice and difficult order when I graduated her program. All she was doing was heightening my resolve to finish this program just to make her squirm. She could talk tough, but could she do everything that I told her to do? I wanted to find out.

Jenny picked out very short skirts and nearly see-through tank tops with no bras for us. Mom had hemmed up my skirts, which were already short. Mom made us wear 4-inch heels, which made walking difficult and bending over without revealing our asses almost impossible. I have to admit though that I liked walking in heels because it made me look sexy and I liked turning heads. I just didn’t want to turn old men like Mr. Greenbaum’s head. I wanted to turn handsome college guy’s heads. We also were wearing those absurd pink collars my mother had made for us. She told us she would bedazzle them with our nicknames when she got a chance.

Mom made us march single file over to our neighbor’s house and sent Jenny out to play with Buddy and Lewis. She told us before we came over that we weren’t to bend at the knees. “You will only bend at the waist like good sluts. You won’t be sitting or taking breaks. You are only to speak if spoken to or in an emergency. If you have a question shake your tits or wiggle your ass and I’ll call upon you,” mom had warned us.

“Hello,” Mr. Greenbaum was wearing a Hawaiian Shirt and polyester golf shorts like a typical snowbird from up north.

“Hello Sir,” we all answered him politely at the door and curtsied for him.

“This is the best twenty bucks I ever spent,” he said.

Twenty bucks? For three girls to clean? The minimum wage was a little more than 3 dollars an hour back then, but 20 bucks still seemed pretty light for what we were doing.

“Sir? You girls can call me Mr. G or Norm,” Mr. Greebaum was excited as he drank us in at his doorway.

“I don’t want to sound harsh, but I am teaching the girls to respect their betters. I don’t want them too familiar and on a first name basis with adults. Do you mind if they call you Sir or Mr. Greenbaum?” My mom said.

“If you feel it is best, but I hope you will call me Norm?” He agreed without any resistance.

“Sure, Norm. You can call me Sam,” My mom smiled at him flirtatiously. It was so gross because he was at least twenty years older than my mother. “The girls are here to work. I’ve made it clear they are not to preen around like spoiled little princesses. We don’t want to waste your time with their usual bickering and complaining,” my mom warned him.

“I am retired! I’ve got all the time in the world. Come in, come in,” Mr. Greenbaum welcomed us into his home.

“This is their first time cleaning together. I hope you don’t mind me being at your house watching them to make sure they do a good job? They are trying to earn enough money to pay for all the damages to our place,” Mom explained.

“I would love the company,” Mr. Greenbaum said in his thick New York Jewish accent. “It was some party. I could hear the music all the way over here,” he said.

He only lived next door so that shouldn’t have been too shocking.

My mom directed us to start cleaning up, and I won’t bore you with the details of vacuuming, washing dishes, and tidying but we did the kind of drudge maid work you would expect except we always found our skirts rolling up on us and every time Mr. Greenbaum was watching and smiling. He and my mother drank some scotch and talked while she gave us pointers about doing things “Right the first time.”

“Your girls sure are friendly,” I heard him observe.

“Them? Oh no, they are actually little lying bitches. I am working on making them improve their attitudes. The only reason they are smiling and behaving is they are in trouble. If I let them do this their way they would be watching TV, eating snacks and telling you why you should be cleaning up and not them,” my mom laughed.

That seemed like an exaggeration, but it was probably true. I would have done that if I could have gotten away with it.

Candy, Honey, and I were working pretty hard and building up a sweat. Mr. Greenbaum was obviously very cheap and other than a slow-moving ceiling fan there was no air conditioning. We were laughing and playing around a little, and my mom let us get away with it. I let myself have a little fun instead of being grumpy and enjoyed laughing with Candy and Honey as we shared the misery of having to clean together by goofing around when we could. We were flashing him every time we bent over whether we wanted to or not any way so we made a game of it to see who could shock him the most or get his attention.

I felt like a snake that was allowing the white mouse to play around in her cage for a while. The mouse was completely oblivious; it would be dinner later. I’d have to think of suitable revenge to get on Honey as well. The two of them made a game of seeing how often they could get Mr. Greenbaum to check them out. He had already seen us naked and yet it seemed like the fact we had on skirts made him want to look at our butts peeking out from the bottom of the skirt even more.

There was a moment while we were cleaning when Honey started to argue with Candy. I don’t know what over but the two of them started arguing over who had forgotten to clean something. I was happy because their true colors as bitches were coming out and I could quietly sit on the sidelines and watch.

“That wasn’t me, bitch!” Candy smiled and slapped Honey hard across the face.

“it was you! Just admit it,” Honey’s face was red, but she slapped Candy back and tried to grab her hair. Candy pulled Honey’s hand away, and Honey grabbed Candy’s tits through her tank top and squeezed like she was honking a horn.

“Stop this at once, girls!” my mom stood up and insisted the two girls get it together.

Instead of being goody-two-shoes, the catfight continued to escalate with Candy grabbing Honey by the hair and pulling her onto the ground. Candy reached around and tried to pull Candy’s tank top all the way off by reaching over her back. Candy dunked Honey’s head in the mop bucket, and the soapy water dripped down her tank top. Their skirts were flying, and you could see skin, ass, bald pussy, and tits flopping around as the two girls really laid into each other. Candy tried to pour the dust from the vacuum bag on Honey’s head, but she ended up getting it all over both of them as they clawed at each other with their fingernails, pulled hair and even tried to bite each other. It was a glorious spectacle, and I couldn’t stop smiling that they were in trouble, and I was the good one for a change. My mom had to step in and stop them from slap fighting and cussing each other. Mom glared at them like she couldn’t believe they had shown their true colors, but I had expected nothing less.

It had barely been a full day, and the two leopards couldn’t change their spots. They had reverted back to their true nature once they had to do hard work. They may have played submissive when they could play with their tits and run around outside, but they had spent nearly an hour in this hot, smelly old man apartment that smelled like mothballs and golf bags and I knew they had enough of being around each other.

“You are all dirty!” my mom noticed that Honey’s skirt and the shirt was soaked in dirty mop water and Candy had managed to get dust from the vacuum cleaner bag all over her skirt in the scuffle.

“Oh no! You aren’t going to spank us, are you?” Honey asked in what I could only describe as like an awful porn actress delivering a line like “Oh no, the pizza guy is here, and I don’t have any money to pay for this big salami pizza!”.

What were these two cunts up too? Their catfight had started so spontaneously and had seemed very real. It seemed like they were playing at a ‘delight’ game my mother invented last night. I wondered if they had conspired and planned this? Why hadn’t they included me in whatever twisted little game they were playing? It felt like they had intentionally excluded me to show me up to my mother.

“Yes, I am!” my mom seemed surprised because their faces were red from the slaps and their hair was all messed up from the real grab-ass hand-slap, knock-down-drag-out, fight they just had. It had only lasted a minute or two, but they both genuinely hurt each other.

“No, please, Mom? Not here, can we do it when we get back to the house? We’ll behave! We promise!” Candy was far more believable as an actress, but the way she begged didn’t add up.

“Well, that depends on Mr. Greenbaum,” it seemed my mom had caught on that they were playing a game. “Would you mind if I spank the girls here? I am sorry for this disruption. I assure you they will clean the mess up afterward and you won’t be charged for any of the extra time it takes to discipline them or to clean up their mess. We will leave the house spotless before we are done,” My mom assured him.

Mr. Greenbaum could barely contain his expression of joy as he told her that if she felt it was necessary, then by all means.

“I prefer to punish them as soon as they do something wrong so that the lesson of what they did wrong is fresh in their minds when the discipline is applied. I am kind of a hands on teacher and as you can see the girls are quite a handful,” Mom directed the two of them to undress completely except for their matching pink collars and heels.

“Oh, they are more than a handful,” Mr. Greenbaum meant Honey’s big tits as he watched her strip for him. “I completely understand,” he looked like it was once again the luckiest day of his entire life as he smiled up at us while drinking his bourbon.

I noticed they both took their skirts off first before taking off their shirts. Mom had taught us that sluts always remove their bottoms first.

I felt like this was completely unfair. I didn’t know they were playing a little game and now I wanted in on the extra credit.

“They are hairless?” Mr. Greenbaum’s eyes were wide. Norman said in all of his many years he had never seen a woman without pubic hair before. He looked fascinated and shocked at the same time that any girl would dare to shave her beaver completely bald. In 1984 it was pretty scandalous and slutty for a woman to have a completely shaved pussy. It was also deeply humiliating because being completely shaved bald down there made us look like little girls.

“I assure you they are of age if that is what you are wondering,” My mom smirked. “They are just attention sluts, and they shave their snatches to wear itty-bitty-bikinis with no bikini lines!” my mom explained.

“Oh yeah, I love seeing those at the beach!” He joked that was one of his main reasons for moving to Florida.

“Yeah, they love being seen in them too! That is why I have to take strip them completely naked just to embarrass them! A little is not enough with my girls. If they had on bikinis, they would be cavorting around and showing off while giggling. It was all I could do to get them to wear skirts and a top! They don’t even wear panties and a bra!” my mom pretended that was all our idea to dress like total sluts.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want them cavorting around and giggling” Norm tried to hide the sarcastic playfulness in his voice. He said he wished more women would have dressed liked we did when he was younger. “They left it all up to the imagination. I like this younger generation,” he smiled.

“They take it to extreme and use that giggling to distract from their mean little games, rotten attitude and selfish ways and guys let them get away with it,” My mom added.

“I would totally let them get away with just about anything too. I can see why you have to take drastic measures. I am not knocking your methods. I just wish I had your problems is all I am saying,” Norm had a mischievous gleam in his eye as he stared at the girls and smiled broadly.

My mom was about to explain further why our attitudes truly needed a jump-start and a reset when I interrupted the conversation abruptly.

“Mom, I spilled something too,” I kicked over something to get my mother’s attention. I wanted in on whatever silly game they were playing. It didn’t seem fair to be the only one who wasn’t in on it.

“Well pick it up and keep cleaning. Leave their mess for your sisters to clean up. This won’t take long,” my mom said as she ignored me. It hurt my feelings to be shot down and ignored almost as much as to have these girls referred to as my ‘sisters’ when they really weren’t. I didn’t want my mother paying more attention to them than she did me.

“I knew I should have brought my paddle with me. I thought you two could handle behaving for just an hour, but you have once again proven me wrong,” My mom glared at them. There was a sweetness to her voice like she appreciated their antics hidden within that stern voice that was subtle enough you couldn’t detect it unless you knew what to listen for.

My mom made the two of them stand close in the nude to where she was sitting with Mr. Greenbaum.

“You two know better than to fight at someone else’s house! I am so embarrassed! Mr. Greenbaum probably will never invite us over again to clean his house after this. You only get one first impression, girls!” my mom said.

“No, I think the girls deserve another chance,” Mr. Greenbaum mumbled to himself.

“So I shouldn’t spank them?” my mom asked him.

“I didn’t say that. I meant just that I wouldn’t say no to them cleaning. I mean they need the practice and the money, right?” Mr. Greenbaum smiled and added “I may have to make a mess here and there through the week to give them something to clean up, but I think we can make this a regular thing,” he said.

“You hear that girls? Thank Mr. Greenbaum,” my mom told them while I cleaned up the mess and tried not to watch what was going on. My mom insisted I keep my mind on what I was doing. I even bent over fully for a long time and let him have a good look at my pussy, and Mr. Greenbaum didn’t even seem to notice now that the girls were naked.

“Thank you, Mr. Greenbaum, we really appreciate the chance,” Candy said. Honey promised the two would try to do better.

Mr. Greenbaum felt like the two of them were genuinely apologizing and was ready to suggest they be permitted to skip the spanking. “They seem like really nice girls,” she said.

“We aren’t nice girls, Sir! We misbehave at every turn. My poor mom’s arm is worn out. She spanked us with the paddle shortly before we came over and we still couldn’t behave!” Candy whined like she couldn’t help herself as she sighed and let her tits jiggle slightly when her chest heaved as she took a deep breath. Mr. Greenbaum probably only heard every other word she said because he was mesmerized by the jiggle.

“My hand is worn out! I should ask Mr. Greenbaum to spank you! It is his house you fought and made a mess in!” my mom suggested.

“No! Please!” Honey begged not to let him spank them. Mr. Greenbaum was an old man. He could never hit the way my mom could. My mother knew at least seven different ways, and each of them created a different painful sensation.

Mr. Greenbaum’s eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows like he was considering it.

“It would be a big help if you don’t mind? Perhaps just doing one girl for me while I spank the other?” my mom turned to him.

“I mean? Are you okay with me spanking your daughters? I would love to. I mean I would be glad to help if that is what you wanted,” Mr. Greenbaum could not contain his excitement.

“Yes, you can spank them anytime you see them misbehaving in the neighborhood. It would actually be a huge help. I have to watch them like a hawk now, but I can’t be everywhere at once,” My mom pretended like this was a great favor to ask him, and she was very grateful. She seemed very genuine.

“You mean just tell them to come inside my home and spank them over my knee?” Mr. Greenbaum said. I could see a chubby dick sticking up in his golf shorts.

“Unless you want to join the girls over Mr. Greenbaum’s knees, I would advise you to pay less attention to your sister’s punishments and more attention to your own work, Sugar!” My mom said.

“I thought you called her Fart-face?” Mr. Greenbaum laughed.

“Those are just nicknames,” My mom introduced all three of our nicknames before explaining that if he felt more comfortable spanking them inside he could tell them to come in or he could spank them outside. “You are a wise man who has obviously been around the block. You know a lot more than these three snot-nosed sluts. I trust your judgment,” mom said. She really did believe that all adults had the right to spank a kid if they needed it but usually only if they were throwing a tantrum like Jenny did when she first arrived for the summer.

Mom made Honey get across his lap first with her tits touching his knees and her ass spread. Mr. Greenbaum’s eyes grew wide as he tried to take in the nearly full grown teenage body lying across him. I was hoping the old pervert had a heart attack.

“Please, Mom, this is humiliating! He can see my pussy!” Honey whined. She was still acting like she was an extra in a porn movie and reading her lines poorly.

“Yes, and I am sure Mr. Greenbaum has seen many pussies, and he will continue to see your hairless little slit! You are the one who made a big mess of your clothes. If it were up to me, you’d clean the house in the nude!”

“I dare you to make me!” Honey said, barely able to hide the smile on her face as she feigned a mock outrage at the very thought of having to be naked before this dirty old man. All the while, Honey was trying to hide a mischievous grin. She was flattered he was so impressed with her body and she enjoyed the power she had to grab every bit of his attention and shock him. Honey was definitely more of an extrovert than me even before this discipline but I was surprised she was being so bold about doing something as a goof just to delight some dirty old man.

“Mr. Greenbaum, would it be alright with you if Honey cleans in the nude? It would help teach her a lesson! She has no idea what I would dare and what I wouldn’t,” my mom said sternly.

“If you think it would help!” Mr. Greenbaum was staring right at Honey’s bubble butt and between her cheeks as he replied.

“I do, in fact, I think it would help both of them!” My mom said as she glared at Candy.

“Aww, Mom! I didn’t even say anything!” Candy pretended to be disappointed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Hands behind your head in the punishment position! You wait your turn, Miss Candy!” my mom said with a trace of mock scorn in her voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” Candy rolled her eyes slightly and then put her hands behind her head and stuck her butt out and stuck her chest out with her legs apart as we stand at home for a beating.

“Wow, you have them well trained!” Mr. Greenbaum seemed amused once Candy adopted the exposed position in front of him.

“No, they are just getting used to the routine because they are in trouble so often. They’ve been allowed to run wild for so long I finally had to put my foot down!” My mom insisted.

“Well, how many should I give her then? Ten?” Mr. Greenbaum asked like he wasn’t sure if that was too many.

“Just ten, or ten EACH on the ass, cunt, and tits?” My mom asked, very plainly.

“Not on my cunt and tits, Mom!” Honey had beatings from my mom’s cedar hardwood paddle she named Luther. This open palm spanking would hurt far less.

Mr. Greenbaum looked like he didn’t believe what he was being asked. “You mean you spank them there?” he almost whispered like it was a dirty little secret to be spanked on the pussy and tits. He looked mortified with how easily the girls used the “C word” as he called it. It was as if he was afraid to say cunt in our presence.

“Down where? Does the word cunt offend you? I assure you these girls were born with one flapping between their legs and they are the personification of the power of one. They have heard the word before and no one here will be offended if you say it. I find a woman’s cunt and tits are a vulnerable and humiliating spot just like our asses. Physical pain on those body parts helps them learn from their mistakes and fear making new ones. Too many spankings on the butt will only let them develop callouses, and you can already see from her fat tush that Honey has enough padding that you’d need a wooden paddle to make her notice it,” my mom mocked Honey’s big butt openly.

“Mom! I don’t have a fat tush!” Honey protested with a big smirk on her face like she thought it was funny to have her butt described as a “Fat tush!”

“You do!” my mom spread her ass cheeks and let them flap back together, exposing her asshole. “That has to be Jelly because Jam doesn’t bounce like that!” she teased.

I was feeling jealous by not being included at this stage. I got spanked twice a day even when I did nothing wrong as a maintenance beating and quite a few more times when I fucked up. One more wouldn’t kill me, and since the others seemed to be enjoying this, I wanted a chance to earn some brownie points with mom.

I looked around and broke the first thing that I could find. It was one of Mr. Greenbaum’s ashtrays. I dropped it on the ground and got ashes all over the place and chipped it. “Oh no! I dropped it!” I sounded alarmed like I knew I would get in trouble.

“That’s okay. I’ve had that since I was in Korea. It is cheap! I’ve dropped it a dozen times,” Mr. Greenbaum excused my behavior before my mom had time to address it. He was thoroughly enraptured with Honey’s big pink butthole, and she was jiggling her ass cheeks slightly like jelly for effect while grinding a little on his lap. It was as if Honey genuinely enjoyed his attention and was flattered by this old man looking deep into the dark recesses of her fat butt cheeks. She reminded me a bit of Tinkerbell trying to get Peter Pan’s attention the way she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously and wiggled playfully for him.

“Just make sure you clean it up,” My mom dismissed my behavior as well and said she would prefer thirty swats for something like this, but she would leave it up to Mr. Greenbaum.

“Let me try ten on the bottom and see where it goes,” Mr. Greenbaum sounded like someone who was trying a new dish for the first time at a restaurant and not like someone sternly about to punish an insolent girl.

His smack was so weak I could barely hear it.

“One, thank you, sir,” Honey yelped like it hurt a lot.

“Oh, that barely registered!” my mom chided her and told Mr. Greenbaum not to be afraid to hit harder than that. “They aren’t made of porcelain. They won’t break. Go ahead and give her a good smacking,” she said.

The second smack was as weak as the second.

Honey cried out and thanked him again as she counted.

“You know what you did wrong?” mom asked Honey. The next spanking came, and it was like a wet noodle across her ass cheeks.

“Ouchie! Three, thank you, sir, and yes Ma’am, I fought with my sister and I should have made up with her! I made a big mess, and I embarrassed you. I am so sorry. Thirty swats seems fair for what I did wrong.”

The next swat across her ass was limp too. My mom asked her if this really hurt or if she was pretending.

“Four, no Ma’am, it doesn’t hurt, I AM pretending, but I didn’t want to offend Mr. Greenbaum! I thought I was doing a good thing!” she pouted and made an exaggerated boo-hoo face as she admitted she was acting for his benefit.

“No, you are behaving like a manipulative little minx to avoid punishment. You should have told us it was ineffective and asked for a harder punishment. Do you mind using a wooden brush, Mr. Greenbaum?” she asked.

“No, I don’t mind,” he was not offended in the least she considered him weak. Mr. Greenbaum seemed like a nice old man who wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he looked like he felt guilty about the punishment. He also looked like he enjoyed applying it to Honey’s naked flesh very much anyway.

“Sugar, bring me the hard brush over there,” she told me.

I brought my mom the broom instead of the hard brush she had asked me to bring. I did it intentionally so I would get punished because I was jealous after being ignored.

“Sugar, are you trying to get punished?” she asked and rejected the brush.

“No, Ma’am, I am just not paying attention to what I am doing,” I lied. I was trying to get punished so that I could get in on this little game they were playing with Mr. Greenbaum. My friends weren’t afraid of the punishment or him seeing them naked. They were egging him on.

I was conflicted because I didn’t want to be punished or humiliated, and I wanted to do the least amount of work possible to get through this summer. At the same time, I desperately wanted to graduate from my mom’s little game and be the Slutadictorian, and I couldn’t do that if Candy and Honey were the star pupils. I would need to take them down a notch and play my mother’s game when it suited me. This seemed like an easy way to do it.

“Get the brush before I use it on you and get back to work,” She scolded me.

I continued to clean up while my mom taught Mr. Greenbaum how to spank an ass. She did so without talking down to him in subtle ways that built up his confidence. Honey remained over his knee in part because Mr. Greenbaum really liked it even though the brush was very unwieldy from the angle he was sitting at.

My mom asked the questions of Honey and made her admit she was a lazy twat. She made her admit thirty swats wasn’t enough and that fifty was more appropriate.

Candy spoke up and complained about fifty. “I’ll never get a turn! Do I have to stand here like this through fifty? Mom, that isn’t fair.” she complained.

“Oh shut up, you lazy cow! You don’t mind standing there. It keeps you from having to do work!” Honey was half-joking and half-serious as she teased Candy about the fact she was being spanked while Candy just stood there in the punishment position.

“You are all lazy cows! Mom won’t clean up! You two are fucking around! I have to do all the work around here!” I shouted angrily and bitterly. The thing is I wasn’t even trying to get in trouble at that time as I had been earlier to join them in whatever twisted exercise or game between them this had become. The harsh words just naturally came out of me in response to the girls playing their game. I was jealous they were having fun, and I was stuck cleaning up like a second banana without any attention.

It was enough of a ticket to get my mother to tell me to strip and wait next to Candy for my fifty swats. I started to wonder why I was so elated to be able to strip for this old man and get my butt spanked by him as I undressed, but there was no turning back now. I have to admit there was a kind of adrenalin rush about having to remove my clothes in this stranger’s house and await a punishment after I had intentionally got in trouble.

He was shocked and yet not entirely surprised that I was stripping and standing next to Candy in the same position.

“May I ask why you put the clothespins on Cinnamon?” he asked.

“You mean Sugar?” My mom corrected.

“Oh yes, they all have such sweet nicknames! I got confused.” Mr. Greenbaum smiled warmly as he spanked Honey’s ass.

“I wish they had sweet demeanors to match,” My mom smirked and asked me to remind her why she put the clothespins on her.

I could have said anything and made up a fun and plausible story. In truth, I had forgotten what I was being punished for. I just remembered that I secretly really liked the sensation on my clit and was embarrassed that the others had been able to tell from my body language, hard nipples and wet pussy that the pinch of the clothespins was driving me crazy with anticipation.

“We were showing off in the grocery store and strutting around and teasing the bag-boys and old men. Mom decided to make an example of Sugar by making her wear them, but I’ve never had too. Do they look like they really hurt? Did they, Sugar? you really seemed to squirm when you had them on your tits and clit last night!” Candy asked me if I got off on them or they hurt to put me on the spot in front of Mr. Greenbaum.

I suddenly remembered it was a bet. My mom had said that the girl who showed off the least at the grocery store had to wear them home. She told me I had done the “bare minimum” to show my “bare ass” or something like that.

“Ten, thank you, Sir! I thought it was because Sugar was rude to Mom?” Honey said as Mr. Greenbaum finished with her ass.

“That’s right. I remember that is what you said, Sam!” Mr. Greenbaum seemed happy to continue to smack Honey’s ass just as she was. I remembered the humiliating walk from the car to drink from his garden hose, and he had asked me that question, but I didn’t’ remember what I said. I didn’t remember the content of my lies if it was to some random old man. It didn’t seem relevant at the time, but now it was coming back to haunt me.

“I’ve never worn the clothes pins either, Sir,” Honey said that she thought they would sting quite a bit and asked how he wanted her for the other 40 spankings.

“What do you mean? How do I want you?” Mr. Greenbaum may have assumed Honey was asking IF he wanted to have sex with her. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that the old man definitely wanted to fuck one of us right then and there. I was shocked he could still get it up, and I imagined if the old man had fucked me, he probably would have died of a heart attack with a smile on his face.

“She means do you want her laying on her back holding her ankles so you can spank her cunt and tits? or do you want her to stand like Sugar and Candy?” she asked.

Mr. Greenbaum smiled and said it was ladies choice.

Honey wasn’t sure what to do when she was given free choice. She looked at my mom, and she told her to get on the floor on her back and hold her ankles wide. Honey obeyed and exposed her wet slit to everyone in the room by holding her legs apart in a “V” like position on her back.

“Sugar, you aren’t doing anything productive. Go home and return with nine clothespins! Your sisters have made a good point. I thought demonstrating on you would prevent them from being rude, but it is obviously a lesson that you all need to share,” she said sternly before asking Mr. Greenbaum if he would mind that.

“If you think it is best,” Mr. Greenbaum was enamored with Honey’s hairless fat pussy lips, and he wasn’t even spanking her yet. Honey could barely contain the flattered look of mirth on her face that he was so stunned by her body. She watched Mr. Greenbaum look into her pussy like he was staring into a wishing well that contained the fountain of youth and could make all of his perverted dreams come true.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied and began to get dressed. I was the only one still calling my mother, “Ma’am.” Mom had told us that during “Delight” exercises where we were trying to make someone’s day with a story that no one would believe we could call her Mom but I had grown accustomed to saying Ma’am, and it seemed natural.

“What are you doing, Fart Face? It is just next door, and you are going to have to undress when you get back. There is no sense in waiting for you to get dressed only to get undressed when you return. I said to hurry, now, chop-chop! Bring back nine clothespins at once, or I’ll make it twelve, and you don’t want to know where you’ll be wearing the fourth one!” Mom assured me.

I had been outside naked a few times in my driveway but usually at night. It was broad daylight, and I felt another adrenalin rush in the pit of my stomach mixed with the fear of being discovered scurrying from our next door neighbor’s duplex to my door while I was naked except for high heels and my pink collar.

“Yes, Mom!” I said with a little sarcastic smirk. I thought that was playing along with our Delight Game, but my mom said nothing and continued to ask questions of Honey as I ran out of Mr. Greenbaum’s house in the nude! No one inside noticed me leave. It felt so surreal to be leaving the house naked like it was perfectly normal for a girl my age to run outside like Buddy and Lewis often did stark naked to play in the yard.

“Is your pussy wet right now, Honey?” I heard my mom ask.

“Two! Yes Ma’am, I can’t help it! The way Mr. Greenbaum is slapping my pussy with that brush is turning me on. I am so sorry!” I heard her say as I opened the front door.

I heard a very hard slap with the wooden brush, and my mother tell Mr. Greenbaum that he could smack her that hard as she demonstrated Honey’s pain threshold. “If you want to get her attention and change her behavior, you can’t spare the rod,” she told him. “She is a big girl. She can take whatever you dish out but if you keep giving her love taps she won’t respect the rod and we’ll just repeat this exercise!”

“I don’t mind repeating it any time they like but won’t it hurt if I hit her that hard?” he asked with a playful chagrin.

“Yes, that is the general idea. It will sting and remind her not to misbehave. Would you like me to take over?” I heard my mom ask as I closed the door.

I looked around the driveway for cars. We lived on a lonely dead-end street, but there were at least thirty duplexes and houses that lined the street, and as I mentioned, it was a bright, sunny Summer day.

I hunched down and crept towards my door in the nude. My pussy was wet, and my nipples were hard with excitement from the experience of being outside naked. It seemed so utterly absurd and daring and at the same time humiliating to be out there because I was told to retrieve clothespins for my own punishment. I didn’t want Lori or any of her pervy friends to catch me outside. I didn’t want anyone to catch me naked streaking in our driveway. I wasn’t even sure what I would say if they caught me.

“What are you doing out here like that?” Mrs. Hannigan, our neighbor and landlady, asked accusingly. Her voice was like that of fingernails grating across a chalkboard. She had caught me creeping naked to my front door red-handed and red-faced with absolutely no explanation for why I was outside like this. I would have to come up with some plausible lie and fast!

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“What am I doing? What are you doing?” I asked defensively when Mrs. Hannigan caught me trying to sneak back to my house in nothing but a pink leather collar and a pair of high heels. I had been caught naked and I was embarrassed. My natural reaction was to try to turn things around and glare at them for daring to question me.

It didn’t work.

Mrs. Hannigan has a turned up nose, gray hair, and always has an arrogant and aloof look on her face like she is royalty and is quite displeased. She was always hassling my mother for the rent, and we tried to avoid her whenever we could. I would have avoided her on principle even if we didn’t owe her rent because she could be annoyingly pretentious.

I was contemplating all the possible ways I may turn out when I grow up after this training began. I’d probably become some successful Hollywood model who has the world at her feet with dozens of millionaire suitors chasing after me. However, my mom seemed to believe I would become a raging, manipulative bitch who hurts everyone around her and pushes them away before they can hurt or disappoint me. She said I would just use and manipulate people until they could do nothing for me and then discard them. I will admit that did sound a lot like me right now.

Having said that, I’d still rather grow up to be the manipulative bitch than to become a stodgy, gossiping, stuck-up biddy like Mrs. Hannigan who looks down her nose at everybody and everything.

She had a girl with her that I recognized from high school. Vicky Waxerman was a little older than me. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and instantly reminded me of Nelly Olsen the stuck up, spoiled brat in Little House on the Prairie in her manner and her appearance. She was very active in conservative student politics and was a staunch Ronald Reagan supporter. She was also captain of the Bible team or whatever church-related prayer group we had at school. I didn’t know what they called themselves.

“Blair Conner? I would never have expected you to be prancing naked around the yard like a common hussy! What has gotten into you!” Vicky said. She had a southern accent but not the hick-billy Alabama accent that the Donaldsons spoke with. She sounded more like William F. Buckley if he was a pretentious teenage girl.

“Why are you here?” I asked her as I covered my tits with my hands. It was an effort that was completely futile since they had already seen me naked, and I was caught flat-footed. They were blocking my path to my front door, so there was no way to run around them unless I ran all the way around my mother’s Mercury Monarch.

“My niece is staying with me for the Summer? Does that meet your approval? Now perhaps, you can explain why you are outside without any clothing? I expect this barbaric display of your brothers and cousin, but they are much younger than you,” Mrs. Hannigan explained. It made a lot of sense that Vicki was her niece. She was a distilled version of Mrs. Hannigan to be sure.

I can normally come up with an excellent lie with a moments notice, but it was so completely over the top to be caught streaking that I wasn’t sure what to say. I was thinking about singing “Oh yes they call her the streak, boogidy, boogidy!” and pretending this was a Ray Steven’s prank while I jiggled past them to the door with a wave and a wink.

Instead, I did the last thing anyone would expect of me. I told the truth.

“I was cleaning up Mr. Greenbaum’s house and spilled something all over my clothes. My mom sent me to the house to get some clothespins, Ma’am,” I explained and even curtsied as I said it. I wasn’t even sure why I did that since my mother wasn’t’ around to see my curtsy and I was supposed to do it when I first greet someone.

“She sent you to get new clothes or just clothespins to hang them up?” Mrs. Hannigan regarded me suspiciously and looked me up and down. I could see a look of scorn for me as she observed my hairless pussy. She obviously considered that to be improper for many reasons.

“Just told me to get clothespins, Ma’am,” I said. I could have lied, and that would have made a lot more sense. I don’t know why I didn’t.

“You silly billy, you need clothes to hang on clothespins,” Vicky smirked at me. She had the same turned up nose that her Aunt had, and when she smiled, it felt like she was looking down on me.

“She probably needs them to hang up her dirty clothes,” Mrs. Hannigan said with a snooty tone to her niece.

“You don’t hang up dirty clothes, Aunt Hannigan,” Vicky smiled at her Aunt ruefully.

“Don’t be pedantic, my dear girl. I am simply trying to determine if this little tramp’s story makes sense. It doesn’t explain why she is naked,” Mrs. Hannigan said to her niece.

“I don’t even know what pedantic means,” Vicky shrugged.

“I’ll get you a thesaurus this summer, and you can look it up. While you are at it, you can look up the meaning of the word perfidious!” Mrs. Hannigan told her niece sternly before telling me she would have a word with my mother.

I didn’t have time for the two of them to get into a debate about why I had to get the clothespins. I was nervous and humiliated having been caught outside naked, and I saw cars coming and a few bikes riding up the sidewalk.

“Yes, please do that, but I really must go,” I said, and I tried to brush past them to my door.

Mrs. Hannigan was not a small woman, and she barred my way. “I should speak to her now. I want to get to the bottom of this, and I can take the opportunity to ask her about the rent. The 1st is rapidly approaching. I don’t see why you are in a hurry all of a sudden. You went outside naked. Now, you seem nervous that people might discover you? Why not wave to the car passing by?” she said as she waved to the car. The people in the car honked and kept driving. They were young guys, and they could see my bare chest from the road. I could tell they were cracking up once they realized I was topless.

“The clothespins are punishment for being rude to my mother, Ma’am,” I blurted out. I didn’t want Mrs. Hannigan spoiling our ‘delight’ game, and I didn’t know what else to say.

“How so?” Vicky seemed genuinely enthusiastic to hear about this.

“If I am rude than I wear them on my tits and clit. Now if you will excuse me, if I am slow returning with them, she said she’d make me wear a fourth clothespin!” I explained.

Vicky asked where that fourth one would be placed. It was as if she was trying to stall me to get me in trouble.

“I don’t know, Miss Vicky, I guess on my butthole?” I answered plainly.

Vicky feigned shock at my vulgar language and said that proper ladies don’t speak that way.

“If she was a proper lady, she wouldn’t be outside in the nude,” Mrs. Hannigan said. She had already worked out that my mother was at Mr. Greenbaum’s house and insisted on going over there to check out my story.

“Fine, I am not lying,” I said. It was the first time I think I ever said that I wasn’t lying when I actually wasn’t lying. I had also called Vicky “Miss Vicky” without anyone being around to make me do it. It just slipped out. Vicky didn’t even seem to notice what I called her, but that was probably because I was trying to get as far away from the two pretentious women as possible.

I hustled into the house as quickly as I could in heels. I dashed to the backyard to grab nine clothespins. I stopped for a moment and considered bringing a dozen. I didn’t want the clothespins to go on my asshole! I wasn’t even sure if that was possible. I grabbed a dozen anyway because my mom would be rightfully angry. I took so long and also that Mrs. Hannigan showed up when I got back.

I raced outside and didn’t stop to consider the cars or anyone who might see me. Instead, I darted over to Mr. Greenbaum’s house, and I had to knock on the door to be let in.

Honey came to the door naked and opened the door. “It was just fart face, Mom,” she smiled at me and winked. “She really took a long time,” she smirked as she tried to get me in trouble. She had red marks all around her ass, tits, and pussy from the brush beating she had received.

“It isn’t my fault. Mrs. Hannigan and Vicky Waxerman wasted my time asking me a bunch of questions,” I started to defend myself as I dashed my bare butt in the house once the door was open.

Mrs. Hannigan cleared her throat. She was seated on the couch next to my mother, and the two were talking.

“Oh Hi, Ma’am,” I waved awkwardly as Mrs Hannigan and her niece glared at me with abject scorn.

“Your mother was just telling me that she has arranged for discipline this summer. When she made the initial offer to have you wash my car, mow my lawn and clean my house, I assumed it was some attempt at abeyance of the rent on her part. Not that your mother has told me about your escapades and assures me you will be supervised then I am happy to host you in my home,” she said.

My mom had made Candy and Honey go over why they were in training while I was at the house getting the clothespins. Mrs. Hannigan had heard enough to think we were all on our way to hell without stopping at Go if we didn’t change our ways immediately.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I looked at my feet to avoid looking at her pretentious smile. Vicky was on the couch next to her looking at me like the cat that ate the canary.

“I could probably put out the word at my church that the girls are looking for work this summer,” Vicky offered politely to my mother. Vicky was trying to suck up to my mother and at the same time enjoying our humiliation with a pretentious self-satisfaction.

Mr. Greenbaum was just a dirty old man but Mrs. Hannigan and her niece had a completely different sense of satisfaction that uppity bitches like Candy, Honey and I were getting our cumuppance.

“Would you? Let’s see if Mrs. Hannigan approves of our service first. I am sure a woman of her distinction will expect nothing less than spotless cleaning and excellent care of her lawn and garden,” Mom seemed like she was trying to suck up to Mrs. Hannigan!

“Well, that is true,” Mrs. Hannigan appeared quite flattered and then looked at us. “Your mother tells us that this disciplinary measure has helped your attitude. That remains to be seen, but I’ve always been in favor of corporal punishment for insolent children,” she said as she looked at Vicky.

“It is why I am so well behaved. I don’t want to end up like Blair Conner, Mandy Sonneborne or Julie Simmons,” she said. She had a habit of always calling everyone by their first and last names like she was telling the teacher on us, and she wanted to be very specific about who should be in trouble.

“That is a good idea, Miss Vicky,” I tried not to sound sarcastic as I replied to her.

“The girls are in constant discipline at home. They are not permitted to talk back. They have to refer to even their peers as Miss or Mister,” my mom explained which pleased Mrs. Hannigan greatly. She was a stickler for proper protocol and respect.

“We aren’t peers. I am a grade higher than Blair, and we don’t run in the same circles,” Vicky looked down upon me.

“All the more reason for her to call you Ma’am or Miss Vicky,” my mom smiled at her. I could tell my mom didn’t really like Vicky or Mrs. Hannigan, but she was humoring the two of them.

“I believe I prefer Ma’am or Miss Victoria,” Vicky stated like a formal request.

My mom told her that was not a problem and explained our new names. “I am trying to make their behavior and demeanor match their names,” my mom explained.

“I am not a fan of new age parenting techniques but at its root good old fashioned discipline never hurt anyone,” Mrs. Hannigan approved.

“We were just about to finish caning Candy, and then it will be Sugar’s turn. You are welcome to stay and observe,” My mother offered with a smile.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, but I could be inclined to remain a bit if it is alright with Mr. Greenbaum?” she smiled at him.

They were about the same age, and as far as I could tell, they were both unmarried. It seemed like a good match.

“Please call me Norm, can I get you something to drink?” he asked her politely.

“I do not drink, but I would love some tea,” she said.

My mom made me return to the punishment position next to Honey while I waited for Candy to get spanked. She was on her thirtieth swat, and Mr. Greebaum was hitting her tit with the brush when Mrs. Hannigan asked if she could have a try.

My mother saw nothing wrong with that and volunteered to let Mrs. Hannigan spank us anytime she thought we were doing something wrong. I knew that would be quite a bit more frequent than Mr. Greenbaum. The nice old man would spank us.

“What about me?” Vicky asked.

“You are older than them so obviously if you see them doing something wrong, then I don’t see why not,” my mother smiled at Vicky.

“What kinds of things should we punish them for?” Mr. Greenbaum was staring at our naked bodies when he asked the question.

“Lying, manipulation, sticking their tongue out at you, rolling their eyes, being sarcastic, throwing rocks at you, I would imagine that the list is fairly extensive. I trust your judgment,” my mother said. That met Mrs. Hannigan and Vicky’s approval completely.

Mrs. Hannigan struck Candy across the tit with the back of the brush, and I saw Candy physically shake. Her tits bounced, and she yelped. “Ow, my tit! Oh, fuck!! Oh shit, that was right on the nipple! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Candy backed away from Mrs. Hannigan.

My mom saw red. Candy had stood there and taken her medicine even when my mom spanked her, and that hurt a lot. If the way Mrs. Hannigan hit her across the tit had hurt Candy that badly it must have really stung.

“Get back there and stick your tits out. This isn’t a pleasant exercise and do not use that language!”

“Oh no, no, I was goofing before. That hurt, no,” Candy was seriously not joking around. She was holding her tit and caressing it.

“Do you need to be restrained?” my mother asked as she pulled a pair of real handcuffs from her purse. “I can see I am going to have to bring rope, duct tape, and clothespins with me everywhere I go!” she stood up and cuffed Candy’s hands behind her back in a quick power-move and held her in place.

“Please, no! Please, no!” Candy started to shiver and shake as my mom held her in place so that Mrs. Hannigan could smack her.

“Stop your whining and cool your tits. You are embarrassing me!” my mom told her. Candy was sniveling, and she stopped struggling.

It was freaking me out because I was about to get 50 swats and if any of them were as bad as what Candy felt, then I was going to be in pure agony.

Mrs. Hannigan struck her across the tits again, and Candy yelped but counted through gritted teeth. After three more swats, my mom was able to release Candy but kept her hands cuffed behind her back. She received ten swats on each tit and snot was running down her nose, and she was crying when it was all over, but she looked thankful.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hannigan, I don’t think my tits will ever be the same,” she mumbled.

“Okay Sugar, I don’t have any more handcuffs with me so are you going to be a little baby or are you going to get across Mrs. Hannigan’s lap and let her teach you to behave?” my mom asked.

“I’ll let her teach me to behave, Ma’am,” I said, and I draped my naked body across Mrs. Hannigan.

The first swat made a loud noise and sizzled into my ass, but it wasn’t worse than my mom’s paddle Luther.

“One, thank you, Mrs. Hannigan,” I counted the spanking on my ass for her.

The second swat was loud and made my ass jiggle, but it wasn’t the agonizing, soul-crushing, pain that Candy had let on. She wasn’t spanking me softly, but I couldn’t be sure if she was just trying to build up anticipation so that when she finally unleashed hell’s fury on me, I would not see it coming. The anticipation was making it worse.

“Two, thank you, Mrs. Hannigan,” I counted softly.

“Why are you being punished, Sugar?” my mom asked me. I wasn’t able to answer after the third swat because Mrs. Hannigan asked my mother what she was doing.

“I make them count each swat and thank whoever is spanking them. That helps prevent the person spanking them from feeling guilty about delivering any pain to their ass. This is a lesson of love to teach them to behave and not abuse,” my mom said that she wanted us to learn to appreciate it.

Mrs. Hannigan said she understood and approved. “I am in no danger of feeling any sympathy for your daughter. She has been a shrewful and pretentious bimbo from day one. I am pleased to see you taking her in hand. I meant, why are you asking her questions while I spank her?” she said.

“That is my affirmation technique. I ask questions during the spanking about why they think they are being punished. If they are grateful for the discipline. What they are learning. If you ask while they are experiencing pain, there is a tendency to get a glimmer of an honest response. I expect a full and complete answer to all of my questions,” my mom explained.

“I would like to try that,” Mrs. Hannigan said, and she spanked me again while asking why I was being punished.

“Five Ma’am, I am being punished because as I told you earlier, I was rude to my mother,” I answered.

“That was four. You didn’t count the last one, and as your mother said, I expect a full and complete response to my inquiries. You’ve made clear the clothespins was for your rudeness. Are you telling me that the only reason you are being punished with a spanking as well is rudeness?” she asked.

“Four Ma’am, I am being punished because after Candy and Honey had an argument, I purposely tried to get attention for myself, and then I intentionally brought the broom when my mother asked for the brush you are holding,” I answered. It was intensely humiliating to have to give up one of my spankings and go back to four and also to have to clarify why I was being punished in such detail.

“If you had brought me the broom I am sure I could have found a use for it,” Mrs. Hannigan suggested.

My mom said she had no idea Mrs. Hannigan had this side to her.

“What side? One that doesn’t suffer foolish girls? You have never in the two years that you have lived here attempted to get to know me. I would imagine there are many things about me that would interest you. There may even be things about you that I would come to admire although for the life of me I am not sure what they could be,” In Mrs. Hannigan’s dour way she was trying to offer to get to know my mother and become friends.

“I would like that,” My mom smiled at her. My mother told her that she was going out this Friday. “I really need to go out this weekend. I’ve asked some local kids to babysit Buddy, Lewis, and Jenny but I don’t’ think they can handle the girls. Do you think perhaps you would mind babysitting them?” she asked.

All the while I was getting spanked on the ass and counting.

“I am surprised you waited this long to ask. If you had asked sooner, perhaps your daughter would not have had full run of the house to throw wicked parties. Naturally, I am happy to oblige you, but I don’t advise you going out when there is still rent to be paid,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I am a city employee. Teacher’s don’t make much, but we get paid once a month. It would be a huge help if you were to do this for me. You do understand that the girls must be disciplined at all times, though?”

“Yes, I believe I can accommodate that. I assume that in exchange for my babysitting you will provide a discount on my lawn care, house cleaning, and car washing?” she said.

“How about while you babysit they will work for free on whatever projects you need completed?” my mom smiled at Mrs. Hannigan.

The next swat was much harder, much louder, and much more painful but it didn’t make me cry, or snot come out of my nose. I started to wonder if Candy was faking or if perhaps Mrs. Hannigan was waiting to torture my tits and was just warming up my ass. I was genuinely curious how much worse the pain would feel across my ass.

I have to admit that Luther was a painful, burdensome paddle. My mom only used the flat side on our bodies, and there was a ridged side that she still hadn’t used on us. The pain would go away after 15 minutes, and then there would be this rush of endorphins that wash over you. My ass, tits, and pussy would get very warm and throb and tingle. It wasn’t the same kind of pain as the pinching of the clothespin. It was blunt, heavy, and brutal, but it spread the sensations out across my body in a wide area instead of a single concentrated pain point like the clothespins. I didn’t want to admit I liked being spanked or that I wished Mrs. Hannigan would hit me like she did Candy just once so I could see what it felt like.

My mom asked Mrs. Hannigan if she wanted me on the floor, holding my ankles, or standing up.

“That is extremely vulgar and obscene,” Mrs. Hannigan said while she considered me on my back with my feet apart as wide as they could go holding my ankles in a “V” position.

“Yes, the idea is that it is to humiliate them,” my mom explained that it also gave the best possible access to spank me on the pussy.

“How would it humiliate them? They are vulgar and obscene harlots. Surely, they thrive on the attention and the spectacle of their own display.”

“When it is within my daughter’s control how and when she displays her body, she displays as little skin as she needs to display to get what she wants. I’ve found that for vulgar, obscene harlots such as them you must place them in a far more humiliating position then they are comfortable with for it to even register,” My mom made me demonstrate on the floor.

“She appears excited!” Mrs. Hannigan noticed my wet pussy, and tender, puffy nipples were getting hard and sticking straight up. Vicky scrunched her nose as she looked down at me in disgust.

“Yes, she is. She can’t help her initial excitement in that position, but after you finish spanking her, then we shall see. She can always be placed in the corner to cool off,” my mom said sternly.

“You don’t mind these girls posing in this obscene position?” Mrs. Hannigan considered Mr. Greenbaum, who was quietly observing the punishment with fascination.

“If it is necessary, then who am I to say anything?” Mr. Greenbaum shrugged it off.

“It is your home. You are the king of this castle. Does seeing this girl hold herself open like a common whore without any shame as she exposes the inner folds of her womanhood and her fundament bother you?” she asked him patiently.

“What is a fundament?” Vicky asked while scrunching her freckled nose. She had a general idea it meant asshole.

“Adults are talking, and if you don’t intend to join Sugar on the floor, I would advise that you remain polite and demure. I have already told you that I will purchase a thesaurus so that you can enrich your brain. Words are a power all to their own. I spent years as an Editor working for a Newspaper, and words were how I made my living. If you must know, a more common and vulgar word for a fundament would be a woman’s buttocks,” Mrs. Hannigan explained.

“You worked for a newspaper? So did I!” Mr. Greenbaum seemed excited.

“We shall have to share stories after the punishment is completed,” Mrs. Hannigan asked my mother another question. All the while, I was holding myself wide and exposed on the floor.

“If this position is so effective at humbling the girls, then why are they standing as they do now and not all in the same more effective position?” she asked.

“I believe it would lose it’s effectiveness if that was the only position they were in, but I am happy to oblige,” My mom said. She stood up and uncuffed Candy and pointed to the floor.

Honey and Candy joined me on the floor. They no longer had that look of delight on their face. They looked frightened.

“Yes, I see what you mean. They no longer have smug looks on their faces. If I am babysitting them and wish to put them in this position then I can do so?” she asked my mother like we were china dolls she was purchasing to put on display on a shelf somewhere.

“You can have them in any position that suits you,” my mom seemed shocked. Mrs. Hannigan was so accepting of this discipline. Vicky seemed shocked too.

“I am not someone who does half-measures. If the need is great, then the response must be great as well,” Mrs. Hannigan struck me once on the very center of my clit. My hood stuck out slightly. My pussy reminded me of an old man sitting on a boat in the middle of the lake when I looked down at it sometime. I don’t know why I say that, but there was a little flap of skin in the very center that stuck up like the old man. There was a mound around him that could be a boat, and then the recess of my pussy flaps was the lake.

She hit me so fucking hard on that boat that if it was the Titanic, it would have qualified as an iceberg and sunk the entire ship. I screamed out, and Mrs. Hannigan smiled. Honey smiled. Candy smiled. My mother smiled. Vicky smiled. Mr. Greenbaum may have drooled a little.

“Eleven, oh, fuck! Thank you, god damn,” I couldn’t help myself. My legs were shaking, and I was quivering as I waited the second swat.

“Good girl, at least you don’t need handcuffs,” my mom said to me with a look of pride.

It made taking the second, third, and forth much easier. They were like a fried jalapeno dipped in hot sauce had been fired from a torpedo-shaped like the flat of a hairbrush.

“Do you believe I am being too rough?” Mrs. Hannigan asked on the fifth swat.

Five Ma’am, I think it is just about as rough as I can take it,” I panted my thank you. I was sweating, and I felt a tear in my eye. I could see how snot might run down my nose any moment.

“Good, because I’ve been holding back. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to prove to me you could not be moved when I was spanking your fundament. However, I am getting a more appropriate reaction when I strike your pudenda.”

Vicky didn’t have to ask what that word meant. It was obvious she meant my sploshy wet pussy. She walloped me again, and I could have sworn I saw a splash of what looked like lemon juice when you squeeze a slice of lemon come from my pussy as the brush came down hard on the poor little old man in the boat.

“Aye Chihuahua!” I don’t know why I said that, but it just came out of my mouth. I was holding myself apart and shaking. “Six, thank you, Ma’am, Oh my gosh! I am so glad this is almost done,” I said without thinking about it.

“Do all spankings have to be on the fundament, pudenda and her bosom or may I focus on areas that I believe are more sensitive?” she asked my mother.

“I trust your judgment,” my mom said.

“Good, I would like to continue these for a while on the pudenda. Do you think that is a good idea, Blair? I am sorry, Sugar. I must duplicate your mother’s nomenclature if I am to effectively assist in the nurturance even if it seems vulgar. It is distasteful to me to speak that way but your behavior and attitude are for more distasteful if I can do something to change it. Do you think if I continue to spank your pudenda, I would have the desired result of a more contemplative, considerate, and less asine version of you? One that regrets her vanity and impoliteness?” she asked. Without waiting for a response, Mrs. Hannigan literally knocked the snot out of me and hit my pussy so hard that for the first time I felt a wad of snot shoot out of my nose like jizz from a guy’s dick after you give him a hand job.

“Seven, thank you! Thank you, thank you,” I said as I watched the snot gob land on my thigh. I was so wet at this point, but the pain was beyond belief. I found myself gyrating in agony. I didn’t know how to answer that. I wanted her to stop. I wanted to get off this pain merry-go-round! At the same time, I felt like if she kept going, I would have the orgasm of my life during this ordeal. “Yes, please, right on the center of my pudenda,” I said.

“Oh, child, you do not know what is best for you, and you are using words you don’t understand,” Mrs. Hannigan obliged by striking me in the center of my pussy. I arched my back and bucked but held myself still as I recovered.

“Victoria, this is what happens to naughty girls who do not listen to their Aunt. I hope you realize that you are learning an important lesson right now from this girl’s sniveling and suffering. She may one day make someone a good wife but never with her current attitude. This pain is temporary, but the lesson may carry with her for many years afterward, and by applying it now and to this part of her body we are preventing the pain she would cause a series of disappointed husbands,” she said as she hit me again.

“I understand, Ma’am,” Vicky said.

“I doubt that but you will in time,” Mrs. Hannigan asked if Buddy and Lewis were privy to these punishments as well.

“They are always done in the living room,” My mom said she had nothing to hide about that.

“As they should be,” Mrs. Hannigan told a story about how she was raised in the Mountains before she met her husband who passed away of natural causes. “The Waxerman clan have always believed that a good, honest whipping is a lesson for everyone else in the family. It is done out in the open in front of everyone as a witness. This way, there is no doubt. Even an honest and pure girl like Victoria can benefit from observing the punishment as a reminder of why she maintains her virtue,” she said as she pounded my pussy hard with the brush.

I was counting and gasping as Mrs. Hannigan explained that vanity was a precious commodity in the hills and mountain country. “We had a common shower in well water and a single outhouse we shared. There is not a lot a farm girl doesn’t see when she raises horses and cows from a young age,” she explained. My hair was wet from the sweat and whipping it back and forth as I groaned and counted her swats.

“I daresay that my father god rest his soul would have benefited from learning about this position. It does seem rather effective in making even the most brazen of hussies blush,” Mrs. Hannigan looked down at me like I was an annoying bug to be crushed underfoot as she swatted my pussy. “It would have been a valuable lesson to all the girls, and I dare say some of the boys as well on the nature of a woman’s body before the marriage bed,” she chuckled as if picturing how she was raised in her own head while she punished me.

“My main concern is she appears to be taking pleasure at times from this treatment,” Mrs. Hannigan said. “I am already striking her with the full righteous might of a mountain woman. I could split a log with a single chop of the ax before I was seven years of age. If I hit any harder, I’d possibly injure the woeful creature,” she said.

“Turn the brush around and try it that way,” My mom said.

Mrs. Hannigan’s face lit up at the idea like it was a pleasant surprise. She turned the bristles around and hit me with it. The scratchy, hard plastic bristles bit into my tender, pink pussy flesh like thousands of tiny teeth.

Instead, of a broad and blunt pounding, it was a far more intense and rough experience. I counted, and when I did, I could see that Mrs. Hannigan was pleased with my reaction.

“She took no pleasure in that one,” Mrs. Hannigan said with assurance and continued to wail with the bristle side of the brush hard on my pussy so that it felt like I was on fire and being ripped in half.

As much as it humiliates me even now to admit this, there was a part of me that wanted to scream “Turn the brush back around and hit me harder with the flat end, you bitch! Stop teasing me! Shove the handle in my pussy and FUCK ME WITH IT, YOU FUCKING OVERBEARING, SADISTIC, OPPRESSIVE, CUNT!”

There was something about being powerless and watching everyone on the couch staring down at my suffering that was strangely intoxicating. No one looked even remotely sympathetic. Even Mr. Greenbaum looked at me with a detached fascination like I was a frog to be dissected in science class.

“Is Fifty the limit to how many swats or if I felt it necessary could I apply more?” Mrs. Hannigan was the least sympathetic. Even my mom looked a little nervous that Mrs. Hannigan was going, but she calmly watched my beating and permitted it to continue.

“I’ve found after fifty they become a gibbering mess, but we’ve just begun the training. I’ve established something of a summer school to improve their behavior. I would imagine by the end of the summer they could absorb 100 swats before it becomes ineffective in a single disciplinary session,” my mom offered.

“What happens after the Summer? Do they return to their former wretched little selves?” Mrs. Hannigan continued to beat my pussy and make me groan.

“Oh hardly,” My mom explained in brief that along with Mrs. Sonneborne they would evaluate what we learned and if we graduate then she would reduce our restrictions, but they would not go away completely.”

“They will still be available to clean and do our shared lawn?” Mrs. Hannigan asked. My mom confirmed that would be likely.

I wanted my mom to tell her about the bet where she would be trained if we graduate her program. That would humiliate her intensely. I’d ask Mrs. Hannigan to beat her pussy even harder than mine. I felt like she was tenderizing my pussy like it was chopped meat.

“Would you permit me to participate in the evaluation process? I’ve become intrigued. If it is as successful as you say then at the next Waxerman reunion, I’ll be sharing some of these wonderful techniques. Victoria, you are almost of marrying age, and you will have to learn the duties of a Mountain wife,” she assured Vicky.

Vicky looked genuinely frightened that meant she would be in the same position as me.

“Maintain your virtue, and you have nothing to fear about being in a position like these strumpets,” she assured her niece.

“I would like that very much, and I value your insight. I had no idea you felt so strongly about discipline, and I regret not getting to know you sooner. There are some details about the graduation though you may not be comfortable with,” my mother said.

“I am least comfortable with secrets, innuendo, gossip, and mischief. As long as you speak your mind clearly, and mind what you say, then we shall never have a quarrel. I was shocked when I first discovered that you discipline your girls like a mountain family, but I believe I am prepared for whatever you have to tell me,” she said.

“I have promised the girls that if they complete my program to my satisfaction, I will spend a week in the program myself,” Mom admitted like it was a casual decision on her part and at times it had seemed that way because she didn’t fear being my bitch for a week as she should have. The payback I was going to have on her ass was going to be epic by comparison to what she was putting me through.

Mrs. Hannigan became quiet and stopped spanking me. I wanted her to continue because the cadence of each swat of the brush had been keeping a steady flow of endorphins shooting to my head and making me squirm. Once she stopped the stabbing pain shot through my body and made me ache from my pussy to my asshole to my brain to my toes and all parts in between.

“You would engage as the subject in the same manner of discipline?” Mrs. Hannigan didn’t see why she would do that. “While you do seem of low moral character at times, I’ve come to think of you as a woman who values discipline and order. What possible reason could you have for relinquishing your dignity in the same manner as these tartish vixens?” she asked.

“It is an incentive to obey,” my mother explained. Mrs. Hannigan tried to tell her the only incentive to obey was the promise of hellfire to sinners such as us, but my mother said it was no use talking about eternal damnation to sinners. “These girls have no concern for their mortal souls,” my mom said.

Mrs. Hannigan nodded in agreement once she thought about it.

“I come from a deeply religious family, but my motivations are how they treat others on this world and not the next. I want them to complete the training and do so with honors. If my summer school is effective, I have agreed to spend a week as they are to demonstrate how to obey completely with grace and joy properly,” she said.

Mrs. Hannigan was beside herself.

“Who will impose order while you relinquish your authority?” Mrs. Hannigan still had four more swats to give me, and I genuinely wanted her to continue. The waiting with my legs apart was drying me up and killing the constant adrenalin of the beating. It would be like starting all over from scratch, and I was starting to dread holding my legs apart and just waiting for the final four.

“The girls will learn how to properly use authority and apply discipline by the application of that discipline. They will be in charge for that week,” my mom stopped Mrs. Hannigan from interrupting by saying she had already anticipated we would try to throw wild parties and she said there would be limits.

“It will be a test of their ability to apply this discipline to their own daughters once they come of age,” Mrs. Hannigan agreed unexpectedly with my mother’s decision.

“The girl who performs the best will have an additional week in charge. I am calling it the slutadictorian,” my mother explained.

“A horrible choice of names. I hardly approve of encouraging slut like behavior, but I cannot fault the attempt to make them compete for further honors,” Mrs. Hannigan said.

“They are bitches. You use fancy words that dress it up like strumpet and harlot, but in truth they are little, lying bitches and that is all they are. You said it yourself. My daughter will make a piss-poor wife. There is no need to mince words or be polite about it. You said speak my mind, and I am. I can’t turn them into ladies in a single summer so that they behave like your niece, Victoria. I would have better luck with cowshit being turned into gold. The best I can hope for is to use their sexuality to make them obedient and expose them as good, generous sluts instead of the rotten bitches that they are,” Mom explained.

“Their proclivity to remain a slut afterward would concern me,” Mrs. Hannigan wasn’t entirely on board but swatted me again on the pussy and then made me wait for another one. It hurt, and it stung, but it didn’t give me any joy. The time between swats had passed so that it just felt like a really hard, painful slap.

“That is why there is discipline when this is over,” My mother assured her that she had created a lesson plan and would share it with her if she was interested.

“I am more than interested,” Mrs. Hannigan answered her with a calm resolute enthusiasm. “However, this lesson plan seems to lead to debauchery and sinful behavior and that is where I draw the line,” Mrs. Hannigan stated flatly.

“The girls threw a sex party in my house and fucked strange boys when they were allowed to misbehave. Do you see them fucking any boys now? They will have their wickedness turned against them,” my mom assured her.

“When you put it that way, it does have its appeal,” Mrs. Hannigan considered my mom’s words carefully. “It is such a pity they gave away their virtue so readily to strangers,” Mrs. Hannigan said.

“Yeah, I was totally a virgin until Saturday and I wish I could take it back, Ma’am” Honey chuckled.

My mom kicked Honey on the thigh with her foot to silence her. “You see? They are unrepentant,” my mom said with something approaching a wry grin.

“You are saying we must use their proclivity to wickedness as a tool to show them where it leads,” Mrs Hannigan said.

“Andy Hartman’s father made him smoke a whole carton of cigarettes when he caught him smoking and Andy never wanted to smoke again!” Vicky interrupted.

“No one appreciates a gossip,” Mrs. Hannigan scolded Vicky for the interruption but added that in her naïve way that was the general idea at hand. “I can see a case when girls are this inclined to debauched perversions and lustful ways that the only means to their salvation might include essentially rubbing their noses in it,” she agreed skeptically.

Mr. Greenbaum was quietly observing all of this. I wasn’t sure how much he actually heard or cared about.

“In the event, the girls graduate the program together, and you give up authority, would you have hard feelings against me if I were to discipline you in a similar manner to your daughter?” Mrs. Hannigan asked as she delivered the forty-seventh swat to my body.

“Yes, very much so,” my mom looked quite serious.

Mrs. Hannigan seemed disappointed.

“I can take quite a bit more than Sugar. I would expect you to try to chop firewood with a single swing of the ax and fifty would be a maintenance beating,” my mom smiled at her.

Mrs. Hannigan was elated. She asked what a maintenance beating was and when my mom informed her that we received them twice a day to maintain a proper mindset.

“I am puzzled why you are not married. Would you mind coming with me next year to visit my family in the Ozarks? I have several suitors in mind,” Mrs. Hannigan clearly loved the idea of the maintenance beating enough to suggest my mom become family.

“I was actually thinking I am long overdue to visit my own family. I haven’t seen my father in a lot of years, and now that Sugar has had a taste of discipline, it may be good to introduce her to him finally. I was in fear that he would teach her as he taught me, but I realize now it may have been the best thing for her. It made me stronger than I ever thought I could be to submit to his authority. I will definitely consider the offer, though. I don’t take it lightly,” my mom answered her politely.

Oh shit, now Mrs. Hannigan and my mom were on pleasant terms and getting along? Swapping ideas and sharing suggestions?

“This maintenance beating? is it applied in this position or standing?” Mrs. Hannigan said.

“I make them huddle together face to face so they can see each other’s eyes, nipple to nipple and spank them that way,” my mom explained.

“I would like to see that if you don’t mind?” she asked.

“You are welcome anytime. As long as you don’t keep asking me about the rent, you don’t even have to knock,” my mom assured her.

“You do not lock your doors?” Mrs. Hannigan seemed surprised.

“You grew up in the mountains, did you?” my mom asked her with her witty smirk.

“No need, folks in the mountains don’t steal from each other,” Mrs. Hannigan’s fancy erudite accent started to sound a little more country. “Anything that is a real danger isn’t going to be stopped by a lock. If it is a shotgun or a wolf,” Mrs. Hannigan told my mother that from now on the same rule applied to her.

“Really?” my mom seemed shocked.

“I am not in the habit of talking twice or making an offer more than once,” Mrs. Hannigan said dourly.

“Me either,” My mom asked if she would finish spanking me so that she could show her how to apply the clothespins. “I have a feeling you’ll really like this!”

“I know where the first three are applied, but where does the fourth one go?” Mrs. Hannigan asked curiously as she gave me the finals swats.

“On the tongue or the nose,” my mom explained.

“Your daughter told me it went directly on the anus when she was asked earlier,” Mrs. Hannigan looked down at me with scornful disappointment.

“The goal of the discipline is that we don’t want to let her continue to lie,” my mom said as she held up a clothespin and opened and closed the jaws to demonstrate the tensile strength of the springs. “We could apply it to her asshole. She doesn’t have an anus. Those are for proper ladies,” my mom grinned wickedly at me.

“I am already struggling to adjust to the obscenities and vulgar positions required by this discipline, but I must adopt the terminology you deem appropriate. You’ve already demonstrated through the application of maintenance beatings to girls in discipline that you’ve more experience in the matter of training girls of this nature than I do,” Mrs. Hannigan had just admitted that my mother knew more than her about something. That was quite a feat. I don’t know if that had ever happened in the history of Mrs. Hannigan, but my mom smiled and nodded.

“I believe we have a lot to learn from one another,” my mom said with pride on her face and then told us to stand up. “You’ve had enough rest. It is time for a new lesson. After we apply your clothespins, you will get back to work cleaning. There is no more lollygagging,” my mom told us as we stood.

My legs were shaking underneath me. My knees felt wobbly. I couldn’t take any more sensual or sexual stimulation. I remembered the stinging sensation of the clips from last night and how they held down a constant stimulation button in my head. I wasn’t looking forward to it because of the pain. I knew I could stand it. I didn’t know how it would feel on my asshole, but that isn’t why I was worried and nervous. I didn’t think my body could take any more stimulation.

“May I have a glass of water, first Ma’am?” I begged.

“No,” my mom said without hesitation.

“You can have a bowl of water on the floor. The girls take all of their meals on the floor at home,” my mom explained and told me to pour three bowls for us.

“No better than dogs,” Mrs. Hannigan agreed.

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I poured water into a bowl and had to bend over at the waist to place the bowls on the ground. Mom told us that proper sluts face away from their betters at the table with their legs apart. I knew the old man was looking at my ass and even though he had already seen me naked I was freshly humiliated by his stares, coughs and sputtering comments about “seeing what I had for breakfast” from this angle.

He and my mother joked as if I couldn’t hear their crude comments about my body. “She is starting to fill out,” my mother said casually.

“Yeah, in all the right places,” Mr. Greenbaum remarked.

“Well, she still has some growing to do,” my mom flirted with him and batted her eyelashes while putting me down.

“Stop fishing for compliments and showing off for Mr. Greenbaum, down on the floor like a good doggy, where you belong!” my mom said.

“Arf! Arf!” Honey barked and got on the floor first playfully. Candy obeyed her and I reluctantly joined the other two girls like a stupid bimbo on the ground. I was defeated and I’d have to accept that for now.

It was nearly impossible once I was on all fours to actually lap up the water. My tongue didn’t work like a dog. I had to dunk my nose and face into the water and suck it in. I was so thirsty.

Everyone was laughing at us while we drank like dogs.

“I have a dog cage at my house that the previous tenant left behind,” Mrs. Hannigan offered.

“How much would you take for it?” My mom asked.

“I doubt it would fit all three of them, but I couldn’t accept any money. It is yours if you want it,” Mrs. Hannigan said she had no use for it.

“I can make them fit! We’ll come by whenever is convenient and pick it up,” My mom assured her.

Oh great, now I was going to be caged like a dog too? On display like a circus animal? I felt like things couldn’t get more over the top. Mom told us to stop drinking and get into inspection position with our hands behind our heads, and our butts stuck out as far as we can stick them. “Tits up, mouths parted,” mom instructed us that she meant the lips of our mouth and the lips of our cunts. “I want them both partly open and ready for inspection! I don’t want talking, I don’t want queefing, and I certainly don’t want FARTING!” she looked right at me as she said that last part and Candy and Honey giggled. I felt an inch tall at the inference that I was very gassy.

I could sense Vicky was watching closely with a sense of personal satisfaction and moral superiority that no one would dare think anyone of her standing would ever need this sort of discipline.

I added her to my list of people to payback. It was a list that was growing quite long, but anyone as tight-laced as she was probably had all sorts of perverse little secrets and skeletons in the closet. It would be fantastic if I could knock her down a peg or two to where I was right now. It would actually make the entire summer of slut summer school almost worth it if I could remove the smug look of superiority from her face.

My mom demonstrated how to hold the clothespins apart very wide and then let them bite into our nipples right in the center. Candy and Honey both hissed at the pain, but I was able to seethe quietly as the twin clothespins bit down around my nipples.

“You girls are getting exactly what you deserve,” Vicky said as she watched my mother’s demonstration of how to apply clothespins to a naked body.

“I’ve seen you cavorting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry at school and half of them think you are going steady!” she said.

“I don’t know a Tom with a Hairy Dick, is that one of yours?” Honey smirked. She hadn’t received the beating I had received. I was quiet and didn’t giggle at all. I clenched my jaw shut and waited with my hands behind my head for the inevitable bite of the clothespin on my poor little ‘old man’ in the boat.

He was starting to look like a raw cheeseburger hanging out of a bun after the swelling began from the spanking I had just received.

“You apologize to your better!” my mom purposely applied a clothespin to Honey’s pussy. She had a fat pussy, but my mom held her flaps open and put it deep inside her. Honey’s knees buckled, and she said, “I am sorry, Miss Vicky, you are right. We did play with a lot of boy’s heads! I was kidding!”

“I hope you are a better housekeeper then you are a comedian because you have a lot of cleaning to do. Get into Mr. Greenbaum’s bedroom and go over it all! Don’t let me catch you adjusting those clothespins!” my mom promised her. I was relieved she was going to apply the fourth one after all. I couldn’t imagine how she could apply one to the rim of our asshole. Honey’s asshole wasn’t puckered out enough there was anything to clip on too.

Candy was next, and my mom smacked her on the butt after she applied the clothespin. Candy winced, and my mom asked if it felt like she thought it would.

“Sugar made it seem like it felt good. She got me on that one,” Candy thought I played a prank on her to make her believe the clothespins felt good. “Well played, but payback is a bitch!” Candy assured me.

“There will be no payback. There will be no bitches, only good sluts. You are a team! I want you to work together. Get in that bathroom, and it needs to be clean enough to eat off the floor because you probably will,” she instructed Candy.

“They never eat at the table? Do they pray before meals?” Mrs. Hannigan was clearly a religious woman. I knew my mother had been raised in some kind of religious organization but that she didn’t believe in organized religion.

“They eat at a table if we go out of the house. Their hands are to remain flat on the table until they get permission and they never cross their legs when seated,” my mom said.

Mrs. Hannigan’s eyes went wide like someone shoved a hot poker up her ass. “That is unacceptable and unladylike. I understand that they are in this slut training as you call it, but there could be families at the table next to you. These girls are already bawdy temptresses,” Mrs. Hannigan said she drew the line with that.

“This is my program, and there is a method to my madness. All you must do is ask me,” My mom said she didn’t want us to show off our bodies to empower us. “They like to show off. They are pretty girls. They know that. They like attention on their terms. They like to be able to coyly cross their legs when they notice they have someone watching. The method here is to remove their power to choose when to be on display. They are always on display. They cannot close their legs, or they will be spanked in the restaurant. You said it yourself, even the most virtuous souls can benefit from seeing the atonement of a sinner to keep them from perdition,” My mom said calmly as she took a sip of her drink.

“You have a biblical background? Every time I’ve mentioned church to you in the past, you have seemed uninterested. It is any many who know the temptations of perdition!” Mrs. Hannigan said.

“The temptation of sins of vanity, excess, pride, gluttony, and lust are great enough to lead someone to a state of eternal punishment and damnation for the un-repenitent person. I’ve paid my penance, and I don’t fear eternal punishment. I am a good person who makes mistakes, and when my time comes, I will meet my maker with a smile and open arms to accept whatever they have in mind for the hereafter. I don’t need a church to teach me what I already know and have in my heart, but I thank you for the offer of fellowship. My church is all around you and the bodies we inhabit,” my mom said breezily like she has said this a thousand times before.

I was still standing there with my tits clipped waiting for my third clip.

“We can talk all day about this but to answer your question they are paying penance and atoning in their own way, but we do not do formal prayer,” my mom grabbed my clit, twisted it between thumb and for finger and snapped the clothespin tightly on my hood. I felt the familiar rush of pain, but none of the immediate euphoria that accompanied it. It hadn’t happened initially last night either. The pleasure sensation grew slowly over time with the constant desire to diddle myself with a finger or felt a lover’s tongue on my wet pussy but not being able to do anything about it. The vulnerable feeling of a persistent red ant biting into the sweetest and most tenderest spot on my body had electrified me and agonized me completely. If spankings were a hammer of sensations then this was a scalpel that could cut and turn me on at the same time and I was intensely humiliated to admit it to myself.

“Would it be alright if I did prayer when I babysit the girls?” Mrs. Hannigan asked dourly. She expected to be told no.

“I see no harm as long as you realize that they need to do a lot of work on themselves before they can ask for forgiveness from a higher authority. They must purge themselves of vanity, jealousy and lustful desires first,” my mom said.

Mrs. Hannigan said she didn’t agree with that, but she would abide by the decision and respect it.

I felt like I’d rather be spanked then have to open a bible and pretend to be in Sunday School, but I would do or say whatever I had to in order to graduate this program.

“Turn around, Fart Face!” my mom ordered me to stand holding my ass cheeks apart and face away from the couch.

“You keep calling your daughter Fart Face? I thought the idea was to make her demeanor match her name,” Vicky observed.

“It is a nickname just for times when we aren’t in public. I do want her to be Sugar, but I need to strip her of her prideful ways. That is why she can’t use euphemisms and must speak clearly about her body,” my mom said.

Vicky asked what a euphemism was.

Her Aunt reminded her she would be studying a thesaurus this summer and explained it was a mild or indirect word or expression substituted for one considered to be too harsh or blunt when referring to something unpleasant or embarrassing.

“Exactly, so where you might say you have a fundament,” My mom tapped my asshole with her fingernail and asked me what that was.

“My asshole, Ma’am,” I said.

“What is its purpose?” my mother asked. She had asked these during affirmations. I cringed because I didn’t want to say this in front of Vicky, but I knew I would have to do it or my mom would do it for me.

“My asshole is for shitting and amusing my betters. It is one of the most sensitive and formerly private parts of my body, so it is useful as a target of my humiliation to shame me and punishment” I answered what my mother had taught me during the affirmations.

“Exactly right, good job! You are a star student today,” my mom jabbed her thumb into my asshole and turned it to the side. Then I felt the clip bite into the rim of my asshole from the inside and the outside. “That should stay! You told them the fourth clip goes on your asshole, didn’t you?” she asked me.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

“I didn’t tell you that. Why did you say that?” she asked me. She reminded I Was supposed to unlearn everything I knew and start fresh.

“I was in a hurry to get the clothespins, and they asked. I made it up, Ma’am,” I admitted. The pinch in my butthole was already overriding all the other sensation in my body. The nerves around the rim of my asshole had never felt anything rougher than that leather tail I had in this morning.

“What you have learned is worthless. It has gotten you nowhere. You persist in lying when it is convenient. Let this be a reminder of where that leads! Go into the kitchen and take every dish down and wash out the cabinets then wash the dishes and put them back in!” my mom instructed.

“Yes Ma’am” I was thankful not to have to give a full anatomy 101 on my body parts to Vicky and Mrs. Hannigan, but I hated the tiresome task I had been given.

My mom talked to Mrs. Hannigan for a while about a variety of topics. They had never spoke before more than a few minutes, and it sucked, watching them laugh and enjoy each other’s company. I could imagine they were laughing about ideas they both had to discipline us.

Mr. Greenbaum watched us clean and stared without saying much.

Vicky walked around and watched what we did. She enjoyed lording this over us.

“No one at school is going to believe the great Blair Conner was a naked little piggy!” she assured me.

“Let’s keep it that way, Ma’am,” I answered her.

“I like being called Ma’am,” she told me to use it more often. I remembered saying the same thing to Jenny when I was in charge of her.

“Would you say that you are delighted with what you see us doing and you have a story that no one is going to believe?” Candy asked Vicky loud enough for my mother to hear while cleaning near us.

“More cleaning and less talking, please!” my mom instructed us before returning to her conversation with Mrs. Hannigan.

“I wasn’t looking forward to this summer at my Aunt’s house. I’ve never been to the mountains, and it was either go there for the Summer or stay here. I am thrilled I decided to stay here. I get to check in on you little bitches,” she smiled at us.

“We are sluts, Ma’am,” Honey chimed in with a smile as she jiggled her tits playfully. The clothespins flapped back and forth as they swayed on Honey’s big boobs.

“You certainly are, but there is no reason to be proud of that,” she told Honey. “You are here because you are being punished!”

“Actually, I am here because I asked to be here. My mom didn’t care, and I thought I could learn something, Ma’am” Honey washed a mirror with a washcloth which caused her butt and tits to jiggle with each other.

Vicky didn’t believe her, but Candy and I both said that it was true.

“You are all admitted liars, so there is no reason I have to believe you,” Vicky told us and stuck her nose in the air.

“It is true, my mom basically dropped me off and said it was this or reform school. I thought reform school would be better at first, but I kind of like it,” Candy admitted.

“You like walking around with your boobs out, but you didn’t like the spanking you got,” Vicky said.

“That’s the thing,” Candy said that she didn’t like it, but she felt like she needed it. “I wanted to see you ruined at school if you dared tell anyone about my training. I wanted to get even with you for being such a snotty-prim and proper holier-than-thou phony. However, after the spanking, I didn’t think I was better than you anymore. It was like my bitch button was reset, Ma’am” Candy assured Vicky. I wasn’t sure if that was true, but it was convincing, and after my beating, I was feeling a lot less like a smart ass rebel.

“You can’t possibly enjoy this,” she said.

“We aren’t supposed to enjoy it,” I repeated something my mother had said. “Everything we do from eating off the floor to wearing these insipid clothes pins is supposed to take any pleasure out of what we are doing away. You should understand that. You are like a walking clothespin who sucks the joy out of any place you go, Ma’am,” I said.

Vicky told me to watch what I was saying because she could tell her mom and spank me.

“I am a bitch who makes fun of people. If she spanks me it because I deserve it. I accept that. I am learning something and becoming a better person through this training,” I said, and then I added, “You know it could probably benefit you.”

“How?” Vicky put her hands on her hips and scoffed.

“Never mind, you would never understand,” I said. It was a classic technique that worked like a charm.

“Tell me then!” She insisted. She may not have been interested in what I had to say if I had tried to sell her, but when I refused to tell her, she was interested.

“My mom said less talk and more cleaning, and you would never have the commitment or the self-discipline,” I assured her.

“I have more commitment and self-discipline in my pinky then you have in those big old ... old ... boobs of yours!” Vicky held up a pinky as she searched for the right words to use for comparison. I was flattered she thought I had big tits. They weren’t as big as Honey’s chest, but they were something to look at.

“It is just that Honey is voluntarily here because she asked to be in Summer school to help her learn to behave and appreciate people more, Ma’am” I started to explain like I was trying to offer her the secrets of the Universe for free.

“Oh no, I see where you are going with this,” Vicky became skeptical. “I am not going to take off my clothes and prance around with clothespins on my boobies all summer for a higher purpose!” she chuckled at the very notion.

“That isn’t what I am saying, but I can see why you concluded that Ma’am,” I said. That was exactly what I was saying, but she saw right through it.

“What she is saying is that if you had the self-discipline to know yourself and who you really are as Victoria Waxerman, then you could be completely naked, exposed and vulnerable and it would change nothing about who you really are,” Mandy added.

“That isn’t biblical!” Vicky said that no woman of the church would do anything like this.

“That’s hardly true,” My mom had overheard us and told us to come over to the couch.

“And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account!” My mom quoted a biblical passage she called Hebrews 4:13

Vicky seemed shocked that my mother knew the bible at all, but Mrs. Hannigan wasn’t surprised.

“Even the devil himself can quote the bible if it served his need,” Mrs. Hannigan said.

“If the Devil wants to spread the good word of the lord christ by quoting the passages of the bible, then it is one case where I wouldn’t stand against him. The words are true if they come from the lowliest most unworthy sinner or those without sin!” My mother assured her.

Mrs. Hannigan couldn’t argue that case.

“Then the Lord said, “As my servant Isaiah has walked naked and barefoot for three years as a sign and a portent, Isaiah 20:3,” my mother said that she walked naked and barefoot on her own farm for years before she ever wore clothes and knew shame.

“I don’t understand how you can quote the bible like that? You must study it every night?” Vicky said to my mom.

“I lived it every day of my life,” my mom told her as if speaking mystically. I had never seen the spiritual side of my mother or heard her talk about her past like this.

“I shall purchase a bible as well as a Thesaurus for you,” Mrs. Hannigan assured Vicky that she would one day be able to quote the bible as well as my mother. It seemed like my mom had earned Mrs. Hannigan deep respect by being able to do that.

“The girls said I should volunteer for Mrs. Conner’s summer school!” Vicky tattled on us. I thought it was a direct reaction to being embarrassed she didn’t know the bible as well as she let on.

“The good news for you is that the class is full and we’ve already started our summer semester so even if you wanted to I wouldn’t accept you as a student,” my mom grinned and then glared at us. She knew we had been trying to talk her into being disciplined.

“You don’t think I would need to be in a summer program like this? You said it yourself, I am virtuous,” Vicky asked her Aunt with a worried expression.

“If a virtuous woman such as Mrs. Conner would submit to disciplines of the flesh to lead these girls out of temptation then I would think only those entirely without sin would be immune from the lessons within,” Mrs. Hannigan said without directly answering the question.

My mom told us to get back to work and stop trying to concern ourselves with Vicky’s welfare. “You need to focus on yourselves before you advise anyone else on what they should do,” my mom told us we’d be punished later for that but that she was not going to make Mr. Greenbaum endure watching another punishment.

Mr. Greenbaum reminded her he had all the time in the world but didn’t press the issue.

Mrs. Waxerman and Vicky finally left after twenty more minutes of talking. Vicky looked at me and stuck her tongue out at the end before she left.

“We were THAT close!” Candy chuckled to me that we almost convinced Vicky Waxerman to agree to be disciplined.

“Girls?” mom called us into the living room again.

“I know what you were trying to do and I don’t appreciate it. You are taking up all of my time. I don’t want any more students in this class. I don’t’ care how richly they deserve to be taken down a notch,” she told us. We apologized. She told us Mr. Greenbaum wanted to ask us something.

“Do you girls want a popsicle? You’ve been working awfully hard. Your mother said it would be alright,” he said.

That was surprising. We had been so much pain and humiliation, and we still had these clothespins on our body. The pin on my asshole was making it itch so badly that I wanted just to shake it off and let it clatter on the floor without anyone noticing. It was stuck between my buttcheeks like a tiny little tail sticking straight out.

“Yes, please!” we agreed quickly, and I was genuinely appreciative when he reached into the freezer and pulled out one for each of us. I didn’t care what flavor I got. I was just happy for something flavorful and cold.

Naturally, mine was lemon flavor, but I wasn’t going to complain even though Honey got fruit juice flavor. These were the old school popsicles that were basically shaped like a dick on a popsicle stick. We took our time sucking them, and there is literally no way a girl can lick these without making it look somewhat sexual.

My mom smoothly pushed her popsicle down her throat all the way to the base in front of Mr. Greenbaum, and she didn’t even wince. I saw it in her throat. The implication was that was a dick - his dick if he wanted it to be.

Mr. Greenbaum got the hint, and he looked nervous. He reminded me of a scared old rabbit sitting next to a female wolf that was going to have him for dinner. My mom exuded this dangerous kind of sexuality as she looked him in the eyes and removed the popsicle from her throat while licking the tip of it like she was french kissing it.

“Do you have a radio, Norm?” my mom asked him seductively.

Norman switched on the radio. An old Anita Ward disco song came on. The kind you hear when you go Roller skating. “You can ring my bell! Ring my bell! ring-a-ring-a!”

The other girls and I started to dance around and suck our popsicles while we finished cleaning with one hand and left my mom on the couch with Norman. I tried not to be creeped out by what my mom was doing.

I had played with boys emotions before, and I knew how to be seductive, but I had to give it to my mother. She was not playing hard to get. She was playing hard to stop!!

It was easier to dance around and be cheesy with the other girls than watch although there were times all three of us caught ourselves staring at my mother in awe as she masterfully played Mr. Greenbaum like a virtuoso would a musical instrument.

The music made the cleaning a lot easier, and we started smiling and having fun while we danced around the room. We danced with each other and giggled.

“How hard was that spanking that Mrs. Hannigan gave you?” Honey asked us playfully. She looked like she was jealous of what we endured.

“It was hard!” I admitted.

“I pretended it hurt way worse than it did,” Candy assured us.

“Bullshit, I saw snot running down your nose,” Honey smirked at Candy.

“How do you know it was snot and not cum?” Candy said and indicated she had sucked Mr. Greenbaum’s cock. “Why do you think he gave us these popsicles? he was happy!”

“Bullshit,” I said that Mr. Greenbaum hadn’t stopped staring at us the entire time long enough to get his cock sucked.

“Would you though?” Candy asked me playfully as she admitted she was lying.

“I mean for what? Like a popsicle or a million bucks?” I asked.

“You would do it,” Candy smirked and said it was just a matter of establishing the price.

“If your mom tells me to suck his dicks and nutsack I’ll do it. Isn’t that what we are supposed to learn?” Honey grinned lustily.

“Gross! he is an old man!” Candy chided her friend playfully.

“I am not saying I’d make out with him. It’s just a blowjob,” Honey shrugged like it was no big deal.

“We made guys jump through hoops and never sucked their cocks! We sent them home with blue balls all the time!” I reminded Honey.

“You made them jump through hoops. I sucked their dicks. Why do you think they kept coming back?” she grinned.

“You are so full of shit,” I teased her back. I enjoyed talking to them like this. It was fun because they were fun little liars and I wasn’t sure when they were pulling my leg or telling the truth.

It was such a shame I was going to have to crush both of them before the summer was out. Mom had said something about going out on Friday night. That would be the perfect time to invite Gerald over.

“I hope Vicky Waxerman doesn’t tell everyone at school about this!” Honey said.

“Why? It is a story no one will believe anyway,” Candy reminded her that was the point of the “Delight” lessons. We were supposed to do something that gave someone pleasure and was a story no one would believe.

“Yeah, but not a pretentious bitch like Vicky Waxerman!” Honey admitted.

“Hey, what happened to you agreeing to be here because you wanted to be a better person,” Mandy smiled at Honey impishly.

“I said I WANT to be a better person, not that I am one yet,” Honey admitted. I wondered how much of that she really believed.

“Are you sure you aren’t here because you like to suck old man balls?” I teased her.

“I don’t know,” Honey looked over her shoulder into the living room at my mom getting chummy with Mr. Greenbaum. Their body language suggested she was flirting and getting closer to him. “I think your mom is going to be sucking old man balls,” she said.

“My mom can catch a dick like Bob Griese from the Miami Dolphins, any dick she wants. She doesn’t need old man, pity dick. She is just laying it on thick,” I assured them. They both told me it looked like she was into Mr. Greenbaum. I was embarrassed to think my mom would settle for a geezer like that willingly even for a fling. Was she that hard up to get out of the house?

“Speaking of Quarterbacks, One thing is for sure,” Honey assured us that Vicky was a huge gossip and even if people didn’t believe her that the rumors would get out. “That cute Quarterback Mark Baker at McDonald’s saw all of us naked in the car! If he tells people it will definitely be believed,” she reminded us.

“I would like to Delight him with a story that no one would believe,” Mandy licked her lips with lust. My impulse was to remind her that she was shooting way above her league with a first-class oily beau-hunk like Mark Baker.

Instead, I held my bitter vitriol and asked sweetly, “What if your brother Gerald finds out?”

“My mom said she wouldn’t tell him if I behave,” Candy didn’t seem concerned.

“Yeah, but what if he hears it from someone like Vicky Waxerman?” I asked. I wanted her to be worried before I closed my trap on her and invited him over Friday night to see us get trained. I’d purposely get in trouble just to get Mrs. Hannigan’s goat if it meant I had to play Motley Crue and pretend I was Shouting at the Devil that is what I’d do so that Gerald could watch us get some humiliating punishment. It wouldn’t matter if he saw me get one because he’d be focused on his sister. As far as I could tell from past talks with Candy, she constantly played tricks on her older brother and humiliated him, and he let her get away with it.

“He never talks to girls, and even if he did, I doubt he’d believe it. I mean this is so over the top. We are at your mom’s neighbor’s house with Lionel Richie playing on the radio, in the nude with clothespins on our tits and pussies. In my brother’s wet dreams, he couldn’t have come up with a fantasy that demented,” she chuckled.

I didn’t want to press the issue, but I wanted her to worry a little. I would still get satisfaction when he came over and saw her in training if she didn’t expect it, but I was hoping she worried.

“Now if my Dad saw this then he’d probably flip out and put me in a nunnery and tell my mom she should go to the nuthouse!” she said.

I was planning to expose her to her father, but if he was going to be her white knight and take her out of discipline that was now a big no-go. I’d have to try a different tactic, or I would end up helping her right out and leaving myself exposed for my treachery.

“My brothers and my stepbrothers will laugh out loud when we go over to clean the trailer this weekend. They are going to have fun and tease me. I’d do the same thing If I were them so I really can’t blame them. The worst thing I can do is get all bent out of shape. I’ll just smile and play along,” Honey accepted her family’s reaction.

“Yeah, but your family is dysfunctional!” I joked.

“Whose family isn’t?” Candy laughed and added, “Now if my little brother found out that would be a totally different story!” she admitted.

“You have a little brother?” I asked.

“Yeah, Teddy! I talk about him all the time,” Candy admitted.

“What? I never heard you talk about him,” I said.

“That is because you never listen,” Candy squeezed my cheeks and kissed me on the lips playfully like she loved me but hated me. “Teddy is a little horn dog. I mean Gerald is a horn dog too, but Teddy would freak out if I couldn’t tell him. No,” she said.

“Like your brother would make you fuck him?” I asked. That would be super humiliating. I was hoping the answer was yes.

“Gross, no” Candy knotted her brows at me.

“That’s what I thought too! Look, a lot of my step-brothers and cousins would think nothing of playing grab-ass with me if I couldn’t slap them back,” Honey smirked like she accepted that was just how it was as well.

“Yeah, he’d play grab-ass I guess. He’s more likely to do that with you two, but if like I had to go home and clean his room, he’d mess it up just to make me do it again. He loves spending time with me, and naturally, I’ve always been super stingy with him. I promise him stuff like rollerskating just to get him excited and then cancel at the last minute,” Candy admitted.

I liked that.

“That is rotten!” Honey said.

“As you said, I want to be a better person, but I never said I was,” Candy smirked. “After this when I graduate and have to go home, I am sure I’ll have to spend time with him and I am hoping I’ll actually want to do that instead of ditching him or dashing his dreams. It’s just if you saw his smiling freckled face looking up at you with all this admiration. You’d probably want to dash his hopes and dreams too!” Candy was joking, and I loved that kind of dark humor.

It was a shame I would have to invite Teddy now because I was starting to like Candy, but if I was going to establish myself as the dominant bitch in this circle of bitches, then I’d definitely want to do that.

I should also take a moment to explain something.

At this point, I was really enjoying Honey and Candy. We were doing this outrageously boring thing like cleaning someone’s house that smelled like mothballs and gin in the nude. They were making it fun by dancing around and joking. They both had dark senses of humor.

I was also starting to become aware that even after a day of discipline, I was changing my value system. I had spoken politely and told the truth when I didn’t even have too, and that was a big deal to me.

The important thing to understand my motivation for inviting Gerald and Teddy was that deep down I am really a vindictive twat who likes to hurt anyone I feel is a threat to me. Candy and Honey both said they wanted to be better people they just weren’t there yet. I wasn’t on board with that. I was happy to graduate this program so that I could be done with it and make my mother pay, but I wasn’t’ convinced I’d change for the better. I certainly wasn’t convinced anything I learned would stick for long. I had created a long list of vendettas already in a short period of time, and some people I put on the list simply because they irritated me or enjoyed watching me get humiliated.

There were also people on that list like Jenny who had done nothing wrong technically. She had even stood up for me when she didn’t have too. I was jealous of how mature she could be, even though she was younger than me. I was jealous of my mother’s admiration for Jenny. If I had to be completely honest with myself, I was envious that I was a shitty person at heart and Jenny wasn’t.

I felt that way about Candy and Honey now too. They weren’t perfect little angels. They were devious, conniving twats, but they also were taking a lot of this training much better than me, and that pissed me off.

You have to understand that I had conflicted feelings, but at that point, I was planning to at the very least invite Teddy and Gerald over to see their sister get trained in person so that when she got home, they would expect that same behavior around the house. I can make my justification for my actions even simpler for you to understand;

Candy had a weakness that I could exploit and I knew what it was.

I don’t know if I needed any other justification, but there it was.

I didn’t have the same weakness as my own brothers either. Buddy and Lewis were pushovers that I could boss around after this was over. They had the attention span of sand flea, and once I was out of the training, I could probably live most of this down with them.

They HAD seen me with a leather horsetail in my butt. Instead of laughing at my humiliation, they thought it was the coolest thing their sister had ever done.

It made it hard for me to be mad at them. It also didn’t matter how ruthless I was to them because they were like playful puppies that smile when you kick them in the ass who was just happy for some attention. They were the two people in the world. I wanted to hurt the least.

I would prefer a little brother like Teddy that I could build up only to tear down. That is what I hoped to have in Jenny, but Jenny had proved to far more resilient and accepting of my cruelty, and that’s what made her a tough nut to crack.

The part of this equation that I was wrestling with wasn’t that Candy and Honey were making this experience more tolerable by sharing it with me or any sort of guilt about betraying them at some point. The part I wrestled with was that I needed all of us to graduate together to get even with my mom and train her for a week. Even if I wasn’t Slutadictorian that week would be pure hell for her, and I would make her regret making that bargain with me.

I’d need Candy and Honey to help me get there, and it was a question of what I could get away with doing to them? I’d have to make it seem like an accident that Gerald and Teddy showed up. I’d have to do a far better job then when I invited the boys that Lori liked to the woods.

I dialed the phone from Mr. Greenbaum’s room when I had a moment and told Gerald to invite Teddy over on Friday night when my mom was out.

“I thought you wanted to see ME and go on a date with me? Why do you want my little brother there?” he asked skeptically.

“I just want to meet him. We’ll have a babysitter here. He can hang with my brother. I’ve got an adorable cousin about his age that he’ll go for,” I promised Jenny to Candy’s little brother. Jenny had a penis, but Teddy didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll think about it he said,” and hung up before I could tell him not to think too hard. I wondered if I should have led with a promise to suck his dick.

“Fart Face? Where are you?” my mom yelled for me to come into the living room.

“Coming Ma’am!” I said.

“I bet! Why did you have the door closed? Were you playing with your pussy?” she asked me.

“No, Ma’am!” I said. Come to think of it that would have been a good idea while I was on the phone with Gerald. It would have given me some relief.

“Where is your clothespin?” she turned me around, and the fourth one had dropped from my ass.

“Here it is,” Honey held it up helpfully.

“Open up,” mom made me open my mouth and clipped the clothespin that had been in my ass to the tip of my tongue in front of Mr. Greenbaum.

I was livid, and now I had a lisp like Cindy Brady.

“Thankth Youthssssffff, Ma’am,” I said.

“Shut up,” Mom slapped my face hard. “You’ve been up to something. I can smell the trouble coming off of you. Your scheming days are over, Fart Face! You are being watched all the time,” she assured me then she turned sweetly to Mr. Greenbaum and apologized that he had to see that.

“I think this is wonderful,” Mr. Greenbaum was beside himself and overstimulated. His dick was very hard in his shorts, and he was touching his lap like he wanted to play with himself.

“I know you didn’t want to hear us explain my discipline plan all day and you just wanted a twenty-dollar house cleaning,” my mom said.

“Honestly, I didn’t even listen to what you and Mrs. Hannigan were talking about. I was a little distracted,” he chuckled and indicated our nudity.

“That is what I wanted to talk to you about but first do you want to inspect the house? The girls will be punished if anything is not to your satisfaction,” my mom said.

“Oh, everything, and I mean everything is just perfect,” he said with confidence.

“I can’t help but notice that you are aroused,” my mom told him.

“I am sorry about that. I can’t help it. The Doctor has me on some hormone pills, and they are working overtime,” Mr. Greenbaum apologized. “I wish I could get it up like this when I was twenty and had the opportunity to do something with it!” he said.

“You have nothing to apologize about. After watching my daughters play around the house all day and dance, I can’t blame you. In fact, I am amazed you’ve been hard at least an hour,” she said.

“I’ve been hard all afternoon,” Mr. Greenbaum admitted.

Here it comes! I thought to myself that my mom was going to make us suck this old man off or something.

“How about I inspect the girls and tie them up so they can’t get into any mischief, and then I give you a little happy ending to your story, so you don’t suffer blue balls?”

“A happy ending?” Mr. Greenbaum smiled at the suggestion and asked what kind of happy ending.

“That depends on how happy you want to be,” my mom told him with a wink. Mom’s haughty expression was exactly like Elizabeth Montgomery when she played her naughty brunette cousin Serena on Bewitched. She looked hungry for this dirty old man’s cock, and it disgusted me. She could do so much better than him. She could pick a bum off the street with a nicer body.

“I would like that,” Mr. Greenbaum wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Inspection position,” mom snapped her fingers and quickly ran her hands around our bodies, lifted our tits, stuck her fingers in our pussies and assholes in front of him. It was less of an inspection and more of a floor show to amuse the dirty old man.

“Let me know if you find my silverware,” he chuckled at the extent of the inspection.

“They might have a ring or something of yours they could hide,” my mom warned him.

“That would be fine! You can’t take it with you,” Mr. Greenbaum was anxious to get to his happy ending. My mom asked him if he had any rope.

He had some cord, but it was ridiculously short and not nearly as strong as what my mother tied us up with last night.

“On the floor, hold your ankles like you are about to get a Pudendum spanking from Mrs. Hannigan,” my mom instructed with a trace of mirth in her voice. She told Mr. Greenbaum to get comfortable in the bedroom.

“How comfortable he asked?”

“As comfortable as you want as long as you don’t go to sleep!” she answered him sexily.

The older man agreed like a giddy child and went into the bedroom to wait for my mother.

“Look, this rope isn’t going to hold jack squat. You girls are going to have to pretend to be tied up. This isn’t going to take all that long, but I want you just like this when he comes out,” she said.

“What are you doing, Ma’am?” Candy asked as my mom made a show of tying us up with cord that wouldn’t stretch far enough to tie us up.

“You girls started this with your game of Delight,” mom said that we were here for twenty bucks.

“I wasn’t sure if you would figure out that is what we were doing,” Honey said.

“At first your fight looked real,” mom explained. “You called me Mom, which was my first clue, and your acting is the pits Honey. I couldn’t believe he thought you were for real. If you are going to try to delight people with stories that no one else believes, you have to be at least able to make THEM believe it,” she said.

Honey admitted she sucked at acting but that she thought it was kind of funny too that she was playing a character.

“The fight WAS real” Candy explained that they just spontaneously started playing the game afterward.

“I was jealous no one included me,” I admitted. That was the truth, and I rarely ever wanted to admit I was vulnerable to what other people thought about me, but I couldn’t help myself for some reason.

“Yeah, that was obvious too. You girls made his day alright. His dick is so hard he is going to explode. We were supposed to get in and clean up and be out. I had all sorts of training planned for you this evening, and we’ve been here much longer than I expected. I am sure Jenny is feeding Buddy and Lewis, but now I’ve got Mrs. Hannigan wanting to be a teacher in my summer school. I’ve got a horny neighbor who wants to fuck all three of you,” she explained.

“So, leave him horny and wanting more, Ma’am?” I said.

“You have so much to learn. I am not going to leave this guy with blue balls after you cunts wound him up all day,” she said.

“I’d give the old man head,” Honey shrugged. “It might kill him but oh well, it’d be my good deed for the day, right?” she giggled and smirked playfully at my mother.

“That is sweet of you to offer, but you probably suck dick like a cow chews their cud. You ARE going to get dick to suck this summer but not today. You are already eating cum every day even if it is just a few gooey drops. When I come out of the bedroom I may have a little more for you to swallow, but none of you are ready to go further than that,” my mom said and told us to stay just like that until she returned. “When we get home, I will talk to you about this, but right now you are to be quiet, not move and behave! This guy probably has a very limited shelf life before he gets soft,” she whispered to us angrily.

“I hope you are ready for your happy ending,” she smiled to Mr. Greenbaum who had already gone into the bedroom to ‘get comfortable’ before glaring back at us.

“Gross,” I said with the clothespin jiggling on my tongue.

My mom warned us, “If one of you so much as farts too loud then I am going to make you regret it. You have one job. Stay here and pretend to be tied up and shut your yaps,” mom huffed and left us.

“Hey, your mom is really fucking cool! She felt an obligation to fuck that guy because we teased him all day. I didn’t even think about that,” Candy said.

I closed my legs and put my feet down.

“What are you doing? we are supposed to be tied up,” Honey asked me.

“My mom is in there, and when I hear the door open, I’ll put my feet up. Why are you being such a goody-two-shoes NOW of all times? You offered to suck that guy’s dick for her. You won’t even do extra credit in Math class,” I reminded Honey.

“I’d suck the math teacher’s dick though!” Honey said like a flirtatious bimbo.

“Our math teacher was a woman,” I reminded her.

“I’ll eat her pussy then,” Honey giggled when I reminded her. “I never pay attention in math.”

“You never pay attention in any class and yet all of a sudden you two are ready to be Charlie’s Angels of Porn and do whatever assignment my mom gives you,” I said.

“You are so funny when you talk with a lisp,” Candy observed and tried to imitate me while I had the clothespin on my tongue. She asked if I could do the lisp it without the clothespin on my tongue.

“I am serious,” I said as I jerked the clothespin off my tongue.

“Put it back on. I like the Cindy Brady baby-girl voice you were doing. It is kind of hot,” Candy told me sarcastically. Honey agreed with her and asked if she could try it.

“It’s been in my mouth and my ass,” I said as I handed it to her.

“So? I had to lick your ass sweat off a leather tail today!” Honey reminded me.

“How do you know it was mine?” I asked her.

“Let me stick my finger in your ass, and I’ll tell you if it tasted the same,” Honey joked.

“You guys are so weird,” I said.

“I know,” Candy admitted and said I was weird too. “That is why I am starting to like you, Fart Face. You are an evil, wicked little shit. You lie, cheat, and manipulate, and yet most of your schemes always backfire. You are like the Wile E. Coyote of cunts. You are always chasing the Roadrunner and then BAM the anvil you bought and had shipped from Acme corporation to crush the road runner lands on your head,” she laughed at me.

That little bitch laughed at ME!

“Look, you may like me, but I don’t like you,” I insisted.

“Your mouth says you don’t like me, but your hard nipples and wet pussy say you like some of this. It isn’t pleasant or easy but admit it, slut! Even the megabitch Blair Conner is starting to change. I didn’t want to do this either. It seemed gross, painful, and like the craziest over-reaction, my mom could possibly have to me fucking up. I fucked up all the time, and she always puts me on restriction, and when I bitch enough, she forgets about it and lets me out of it. That has been the way its been for years. I have way better things to do with my summer, but I have to admit your mom’s training is kind of helping me regret what a cunt I’ve been, and it feels like an adventure,” Candy said.

“What are you talking about? I am just doing this to get my jollies,” Honey teased her friend and then admitted more seriously that she saw some benefit in it.

“You two cunts are trying to kiss my mother’s ass and tell her what she wants to hear that is fine but don’t lie to me and make me think that getting tied up and spanked is making you both into saints,” I shrugged in disbelief and rolled my eyes. I was changing, but I didn’t want to change, and I wasn’t ready to accept it was anything more than wishful thinking on their parts. They were bitches to the core just like me - although I was much better at it!!

They let the subject drop and didn’t continue, but as we waited, Honey farted in the quiet. Sugar laughed, and I admit I giggled too.

“Do you know that Starfish have mouths in the middle of their bodies?” Honey asked after she recovered with a grin.

“So?” Candy and I both replied in a whisper.

“Well, Mermaids bras are made of Starfish,” Honey smiled and indicated her hard nipples sticking straight up with a sheepish grin to imply she would like a mermaid bra of her own.

I was about to say something snarky when Mr. Greenbaum’s bedroom door opened.