Cousins don't need modesty (added ch2)

[EddieDavidson]

One more image from chapter two. i find when I give them their own thread, they are larger/easier to read.

Hope that is okay.

[EddieDavidson]

“You thought you could get one over on me? That I was a softie? Do you think I was born yesterday? I know every trick in the book. You think my sister hasn’t tried buttering me up to get out of being made to count?” I asked. I was lying, of course. I realized that I probably shouldn’t embellish too much about Janis since it’s possible they’d meet my older sister as well.

If she hadn’t been busy, my sister Janis may have been the one sent here to babysit tonight. I didn’t want to lay things on too thick. However, I was livid with the girls. I had naively walked into this scenario planning to be a diligent babysitter, and my Aunt warned me that her girls were going to tease and tempt me.

My cousins were bent over, face forward, asses up and exposed. They had been sliding down toward the ground so that they were almost kneeling at this point, waiting to be spanked bare-ass in their mother’s bedroom.

I was still trying to get my head around how I got into this situation. I had intended to be a good babysitter, but almost immediately, I had been tempted to play naughty games with the girls. I chalked up falling for the temptation as a mistake on my part. I wouldn’t fall for it again. These girls were good at teasing, and the playful flirtation they did at first was obviously a test – one that I had failed.

In order to make it up, I wasn’t going to be cruel or sadistic. I wasn’t going to be vindictive. However, I was going to be strict and hold these two little twats accountable. At first, they seemed delighted to dance around naked in front of me and even eager to be slapped on the butt. They didn’t look that way any longer as they stared straight ahead, pussies dripping and legs quivering.

The strange thing was, they didn’t fight it. Archie didn’t question it either. They acted like this was just how things were supposed to go, like getting their bare asses spanked was the obvious consequence for being little shits. I’d heard of corporal punishment, sure—knew some families believed in keeping their girls in line the old-fashioned way. I’ve also known there are some girls out there who are total sluts, and I’d imagine that without some discipline, they’d walk all over their mom and probably end up as teen mothers.

I’d also heard that many people believed girls didn’t need modesty. I’ve seen mothers take down their daughter's skirts and spank them in department stores when they throw tantrums and act spoiled. However, usually, they weren’t as cute or as vivacious as my cousins. I

Still, the way they were all acting, it felt… normal. And if they weren’t questioning my authority, why should I? I leaned into my common sense on how to project confidence in this situation – despite being uncertain of myself.
“Girls normally have to do something to show they are paying attention, and counting is the least you could do. Would you rather count, Veronica? That IS the rule, after all, of course, then we’d start over at zero, and we’d start over each time you lose count, and you’ll definitely have to tell your Mummy all about Aethelbert and how you were caught fucking him on her bed. Your decision. Which would you rather?”

Veronica coughed slightly as I slid the dildo from her mouth, a thin string of spit connecting her lips to the toy before it snapped. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after I took the dildo out. I had no idea how far I must have pushed it into her throat. My cousin’s eyes were a little watery, and she looked itchy. “No, Mr. Dalton,” she said, her voice steady but edged with frustration. “If it’s fair for me, though, it’s fair for Betty to have to do this too?”

Betty frowned; “How’s that fair? I wasn’t the one having a go on the purple pussy-eater—you were.”

I held the dildo up to Betty’s nose, so she had to sniff it, glancing between the two of them. “Fair’s fair, Betty. You were the one who led me here, knowing exactly what Veronica was up to. You’ve both been playing the same game—you just didn’t get caught with a toy in your hand.” I paused, letting the silence stretch just enough to make them squirm. “Now, before I put the dildo back down your throat so we can get on with your spanking before dinner, do either of you have anything to say?”

“Yes, I’ve really got to use the loo, I’ve been holding it for a bit, Mr. Dalton, may I be excused momentarily,” Betty asked with the apologetic grace of an innocent angel. “It seems you’ll be here with my sister for a bit. If it’s 48 more swats, at one a minute, that’s well past teatime.”

I had no idea when teatime was, or if it was just a figure of speech. I was going to grant her a bathroom reprieve. I wasn’t heartless, and I had no reason to doubt her, and we didn’t need her for this.

“Not bloody likely, Betty. You’re staying put,” Archie insisted. If you even have to go pee, the second you’re out the door, you’ll go give yourself a wank, while you listen to the delightful sound of Veronica’s ass getting tanned. You’re not weaseling out of this one.”

“You can double my swats if I’m not back in five minutes, promise, Arch!” Betty promised, her voice soft and sincere like she genuinely meant to follow through.

“How does it work when your mom gives you spankings? Are you allowed to take a break?” I asked.

“For crying out loud,” Veronica said. “Betty, do you want to make a proper cup of tea and have some cucumber sandwiches, perhaps while you are at it? Mum would never let you be dismissed during punishment; the same reason she would expect Arch to watch the entire ordeal so he knows what happens when you act like a proper little tart or a dodgy git. Every minute you spend arguing with Mr. Dalton is another I’ve got to spend with my legs spread halfway from here to Newcastle. I’ve got to take a proper pooh! so can we just crack on with the paddling?”

Archie laughed and warned me “Don’t spank my sister’s arse TOO hard, Mr. Dalton, or she’ll get peanut butter all over your mum’s paddle! Then again, Veronica could do with having the crap spanked out of her!”

“Harr, harr, Arch! Laugh it up! I know what I did was naughty, and I’ll take my medicine,” Veronica glowered before opening her mouth wide, inviting me to put her mother’s purple dildo back in her mouth. She fully accepted that she was going to have her ass spanked raw, and she was going to do it with the dildo she had just fucked herself with.

There was something so raw and naughty about a girl who knew she was dirty and accepted she’d be punished for it. I got the impression early on that the girls got some thrill out of the light spankings they received, but the look on Veronica’s face was different. It was eyebrows arched angrily, and a look of gritty determination that she knew she was in for a paddling and had to endure it.

She didn’t argue, she didn’t negotiate, she didn’t deny what she did. She accepted it, without the eager, playful devil-may care attitude they had at first.

It was obvious to me that the girls got punished frequently enough, that Archie watching them get disciplined was out of the question. It seemed like the teasing adding to the humiliation only enhanced the punishment, and I quite liked that.

“It’s not Arch, and it’s not Archie, not while he is my Assistant Babysitter,” I explained as I worked that purple dildo as far into my cousin's mouth as I could. I decided that he should have a title just like me. “It’s MISTER Archie.”

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The girls had organically dropped to the knees during the spanking, and now their knees were getting rug burn from the carpet.

Veronica’s eyes flared for a second, but her mouth was too full to argue. She let out a muffled sound, maybe a protest, maybe not – she may have just been trying to suck down some air.

“Oh, bollocks, now you are just taking the piss. I’ll call you Mr. Dalton because you are my older cousin, but I don’t have to call my little brother Mister Archie!” she insisted.

“Your mom made it succinctly clear before she left—do what I say, when I say it, no fuss, no backchat.” I let that hang in the air for a moment, watching her face tighten. “And that includes calling Archie Mister Archie while he’s the assistant babysitter. You’ve got to accept that YOU are the BABY being SAT and not the baby SITTER.”

I thought that was a particularly clever observation, if I do say so myself.

I was shocked at how easily that stopped my cousin from continuing her bickering. I took my time handing off the paddle and counted three swats. Veronica didn’t flinch until I added that there were forty-seven more swats to go.

The girls had started bent over, holding their ankles. I had taken so long with my spanking that they seemed to have melted into more of a kneeling position. Their butts were still up. Legs were still apart, but they had both drifted away from the rigid position they began in.

I forced them to bend over at the waist and grab their ankles before I allowed him to continue, wide stance, holding their ankles – side by side. The girls complied without complaint. They even seemed to expect to be adjusted this way. I didn’t physically touch them with my hands, but I got the impression they wouldn’t have minded it at all.

“I am not sure if there is more spit hanging from Veronica’s lover or from her pussy,” I remarked to Archie how the long strands of spit seemed to come out of either hole on his pretty sister.

“In the UK, we call that squirty little hole between their legs a quim, cunnie, twat, or a cunt,” Archie replied casually. I noticed that Veronica and Betty both blushed when he said that, and it took effort for both of them not to say something snarky back.

He stepped up behind Veronica’s round little arse. He gripped the paddle like he was about to take a swing in some posh sport, then gently nudged her butt up with his fingers to line up the shot.

Veronica’s eyes flicked nervously over her shoulder, but I cut her off before she could say anything. “Look straight ahead,” I ordered.

Archie crouched slightly, holding the paddle low by his side like he was setting up for a shot—or maybe just getting a better look at his sister’s dripping pussy. I wasn’t exactly an expert on spanking, but I figured it should land flat across the width of her ass cheeks.

I started to second-guess my decision to make Archie the assistant babysitter when it looked like he was about to swing up from the floor. As he brought the paddle upwards, sharp and fast, he muttered under his breath, “Going for a six.”

The paddle cracked hard against Veronica’s pussy, knocking her forward with a sharp gasp, her hands scrambling to steady herself on the floor. The impact sent a ripple through her, her eyes flaring with alarm, and the muffled sound around the dildo in her mouth told me she wasn’t ready for the sting of that angle.

“Fucking hell, you walloped me right in the cunnie!” Veronica spat the dildo out of her mouth, a string of spit trailing from her chin as she glared over her shoulder. “Stop playing bloody cricket with my fanny, Mr. Archie!”

“Wait, I thought a fanny was a butt. Where did he hit you, the cunnie or the fanny?” I asked, genuinely confused.

Veronica shot me an exasperated look, wiping the spit off her chin. “In the UK, fanny means cunt, arse means butt. And he bloody well got me square in the cunnie!”

I loved how vulgar the language was in Brittain, but it was also a bit confusing.

“Your mom said it had to sting when girls get spanked. Are you any worse for the wear? You probably won't sneak off and play with yourself again now that you have to start all over because you took her lover out of your mouth."

Veronica’s lips pressed into a thin line as the realization hit her. She glanced at me, then at Archie, and I could see the flicker of regret behind her eyes—not panic, but enough to know she’d just made things harder for herself.

“No, Mr. Dalton,” she said, steady but quieter this time. “I’m not worse for wear.” She paused, shifting slightly on her sore knees. “But I didn’t think that’d mean starting over. That was my mistake.” She sucked in a breath, her eyes darting down for a second before she met my gaze again. “I’ve had spankings like that before—but not from sitters. And not fifty of them.” There was no whining in her tone, but they were far from the giggly, enthusiastic teases they were when I first met the two of them.

I ran my hand over the paddle, feeling its weight while considering my options. Veronica might be trying to manipulate me. I was so horny that I would probably fall for it. She might genuinely be repentant but after five swats? That was half of what her regular sitters gave her, and her mom said she usually got spanked twice a night when they were over.

I could imagine what it would feel like to be spanked on the ass and then suddenly get one in the balls. I could easily tell her it had to sting, but at the same time, I felt sorry for the girl.

Veronica reached down between her legs and rubbed her sore pussy. I didn’t stop her because I could understand it, and both girls took a stretch.

“Stop your whinging, Veronica,” Archie muttered, adjusting his grip on the paddle. “Mum’s spanked you on the twat when you’ve been naughty, and I am sure she knows how to swing it much harder than I do. If you didn’t want a sting in your cunnie, you should’ve thought twice before shoveling Mum’s purple dildo in your gaping hole!”

“I didn’t know it would get me in this grand pile of sheep shit; I’ve got to call my brother Mister Archie and offer up my ass and cunnie like I am a walking wicket stump for batting practice. I should have just sucked off the babysitter when he dared me to, and he’d be taking a nap now. It was Betty’s brilliant idea to tease him and keep him horny all night.”

“Why did you go on and tell him that you, barmy cow?” Betty was flustered. She apologized to me profusely. “We really weren’t trying to give you blue balls. We haven’t had a cute male sitter before, and we like to tease guys.”

“You lying gobs,” Archie frowned and threw his hands up in the air. “It’s a little game the two sluts like to play. They invite over neighbor fellas when Mum isn’t about and ask him if he wants to play truth or dare.”

“ARCHIE!” Veronica and Betty shouted in unison, but it was too late. Archie was already spilling their secret.

They’ve been playing the blue ball game since they were in Surrey,” Archie continued, his tone sharp. “Doesn’t matter if he’s some cute bloke or an old drunk. First thing they do is strip off completely and get him to play truth or dare. And the first thing the poor sod wants is to take them from behind or get a bit of head.”

I noticed my cousins tight-lipped and angry, but they didn’t interrupt. They were being ratted out, and there was nothing they could do about it. I folded my arms and listened intently.

“Whoever doesn’t get picked for the dare always pretends it’s unfair,” Archie sneered. “They go on about how the bloke’ll be one shot and done, lose interest after he cums. But both of them act like they want a little taste of his knob. My sisters act like they want their naughty games to last all night, saying he’s not allowed to cum till the very end. The punter usually gets cold feet and legs it. Some blokes think that they can take on both of them. My sisters will pretend they’d love nothing more than to cozy up and make out with some old geezer, but they make the excuse that he’ll shoot his load and ruin all their fun.”

The girls frowned and grumbled, looking down at the rug.

“My dirty sisters keep egging the fellas on, teasing about how they don’t want him jizzing too early. They play their dirty little dare games all night, and then—what do you know? Mum comes home, and it’s out the back window with the punter before she finds out. Happens every time.”

“She’s caught a few of the fellas leaving through the back door as well,” Veronica admitted soberly. She looked at me without any excuse for a reaction. There wasn’t much the girls could say to defend themselves. My cousins obviously weren’t very proud of themselves now that their brother had told me I was just another player in their teasing games.

“It wasn’t personal, Mr. Dalton. We just thought you’d be like the rest of the punters,” Veronica offered apologetically.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be upset that I was just the next contestant on The Bitch Is Right, what is your next bid on these two little teases!” I quipped angrily.

“You are right to be upset with us, and I am not trying to make excuses, Mr. Dalton,” Betty said as if she was definitely offering an excuse. “When you asked for a blowjob right off, instinct kicked in. Most guys first dare is for one of us to gobble their knob or go straight away to shagging. They usually last two, maybe three minutes tops. Then it’s done.”

“Then why tell them they can dare you to do anything if you won’t do whatever they want?” I was confused.

“Cheeky little whores, the both of ‘em. They’ve been pulling this shit since we were in Surrey,” Archie commiserated with me. He clearly had no sympathy for the girls.

“I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, and we aren’t going to pretend we are the brightest bulbs. We always say it can be any dare, and they always say it’s going to be head or fucking, one or the other,” Veronica added.

I noticed that Betty’s legs were shaking restlessly, like she wanted to stand up and run out of the room. Veronica twitched nervously as well.

“If we give them what they want right away, they’ll get tired of us straight off when they realize we aren’t much fun to talk to about anything outside of dirty stuff. We’ve no real interests in sports, or arts, or books, and we can’t really pretend because we aren’t exactly the brightest bulbs.” Betty explained in a self-deprecating but honest manner. She added “When they can’t get their cock up again, they’ve no use for chatty little sluts that are basically just life support for two boobs, a twat, and a pooh hole.”

“They’ll either bore of us, or when we start whinging and bickering with each other, they’ll realize our shit doesn’t smell like roses and high tail it,” Veronica added. “Speaking of pooh holes, and stinky shit, I’ve really got to go to the loo, Mister Arnold, can I be excused?”

“If you hadn’t spit your mom’s dildo out of your mouth, you would still be getting spanked right now,” I reminded my cousin that she’d still be getting punished. “You’ve also proven to be an incredible liar, so I never know if you are truthful and really have to go.”

Veronica reiterated her need to use the bathroom, stamping her feet but pleading politely. I wasn’t sure if they usually asked the sitter if they could use the bathroom or this was because they were being punished.

I let the silence stretch, watching the flicker of discomfort in her eyes. “Since you’re such a desperate little slut, fine. You can go.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” she kissed me on the cheek and started to dash off like a squirrel after a nut. The family only has one bathroom in the small rental house.

Betty piped up, squirming on the spot, doing this little pee-pee dance—a sort of anxious scoot on her knees like she was five again. “Wait—Mr. Dalton—I’ve really got to go too. Please!” She was practically bouncing in place now, her legs shaking. The cute blonde held her tummy and danced about while Archie chuckled.

The girls started bickering immediately about who had the greater need and who could be done faster.

“I’ve got to go more!” Betty hissed.

“Bugger off, I asked first!” Veronica snapped back, “Mr. Dalton already said I could,” she said. The two of them walked toward the bathroom.

I shook my head, laughing. “I can see what you mean about scaring off a sitter, rather than listen to the two of you complain and bicker.”

“In the U.K. we call it whinging,” Archie nudged me and added with a wink “these two bitches have turned whinging into an art form!”

Betty’s face twisted in frustration, doing an exaggerated dance now, scooting on her knees like a kid about to wet herself. I watched her squirm for a few more seconds before shaking my head.

“The door stays open, ladies!” I insisted.

“Are you two going to just stand outside the door and listen to me cut air biscuits?” Veronica hustled over to the toilet, not looking backward to see if we were actually watching her or just standing outside the bathroom.

“Your mom told me you aren’t allowed to shut doors in the house, because she knows you’ll be in there fingerbanging your twats and playing with your tits,” I said. I didn’t look in the bathroom. I felt there were some lines I shouldn’t cross.

Archie wasn’t listening. He was egging his sister Betty on about “dancing the pee-pee dance,” and laughing as she frantically tried to keep moving to avoid pissing herself.

“That applies for our room, not when we are on the bog, you don’t want to watch us squeeze cheese do you?” I could hear Veronica scrunching her nose in disgust by how she asked it.

I didn’t answer the question. Instead, I asked Betty slowly “Ask me nicely if you can pee in the sink since your sister is on the bog,” I laughed about how silly the word bog sounded.

“Mister Arnold, may I please pee in the sink?” my cousin begged sweetly. I could see the desperation in her eyes. I gave her credit, if she was willing to humiliate herself by begging to pee in the sink, she must really need to go.

I was about to give her permission when Archie insisted on hearing her ask again but say “pretty, pretty please with cherries and squirty cream on top.”

Betty groaned, shifting on her feet, but she didn’t argue. “Pretty, pretty please, with cherries and squirty cream on top,” she muttered, her cheeks turning red. I have to admit that I might have felt guilty if I hadn’t felt like a guinea pig in the latest round of Family Fuck Around and Find Out Feud while the girls tested and teased me only to find me just like every other guy that wants a blowjob.

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” Veronica huffed from in the bathroom. “We don’t have to normally ask permission of the sitter to use the toilet. We just did because we were in the middle of getting a spanking. Usually, those are ten quick swats or a time out in the corner. Just go pee, Betty!”

Betty froze, glancing between me and her sister, her face flushed with frustration. She was going to erupt. She clearly needed to hear me give her permission, or she may have stood there until she exploded on the carpet in the hallway.

“Fine, you can turn the faucet on your piss-flaps and let loose, sis,” Archie joked. I had to admit, I liked my cousin’s sense of humor. His language was just as colorful as his mother’s.

Betty dashed into the bathroom, and a second later, I heard the sound of trickling piss. “Sounds like Rice Krispies pop-crackling with the milk,” I observed with a snicker.

Betty burst into hysterical laughter, and then I heard her cuss. “I laughed so hard that I nearly fell into the bloody sink!”

“Just be thankful we don’t make you use the sink from now on, you pissy-munter,” Archie teased.

I glanced at him, curious. “Are you like this when your mom’s home? You were acting totally different when I first arrived.”

“I don’t usually take an active role in telling the girls what to do or managing any of their chores. This is the most I’ve spoken to them in months. Mum doesn’t ask me to discipline them, and I’ve never had any interest. They’ll do what I tell them—bring me a towel, clean up my room—but anything more than that? My sisters are a lot of drama, and they’re more hassle than they’re worth.

“Hey, we’d like a little gratitude and appreciation for all our work,” Veronica shouted from within the bathroom.

I ignored her and turned back to Archie. “Then why are you helping me?”

“Because you asked, and I was flattered,” He paused, giving a slight grin that didn’t feel forced. “And watching them squirm when they can’t get their way? That’s just a bonus.”

I was startled because I heard one of the girls cut the cheese. “That sounded like a foghorn blast!”

“Then quit hanging outside the door if you’re scared of a little girl fart,” Veronica was clearly perturbed, but the joking felt different. It felt a bit like the relationship they had with their mom, where I could mock them without feeling guilty about it.

Betty quipped playfully, “Girls don’t fart. Must’ve been the walls settling, and what you smell might be your upper lip.”

“It smells like rotten ham and eggs, and beef farts out here, so if that’s not a fart, then you need to see a doctor, love,” Archie held his nose.

“You have one minute to wipe your dirty bums, and I want them clean because Mister Archie and I haven’t forgotten the swats we owe you from earlier. We still need to discuss your new punishment for teasing and manipulating your babysitter,” I announced.

Veronica groaned loud enough for it to echo through the door. “You can’t rush perfection, Mr. Dalton. You want clean bums or half-assed work?”

“With asses as fat as yours, I understand it takes a bit to clean them! But you have had plenty of time,” I decided. “You should have been done a while ago. I am hungry for dinner!”

Yeah, we wouldn’t want to come out with dirty bums. You’d just have to bend us back over and clean up our crusty twats yourself, wouldn’t you?” Betty teased. I could hear them fumbling around, giggling, and playing. They were probably stalling more than wiping. Archie glanced at me, smirking like he was already counting down in his head.

“Thirty seconds,” I called out how much time I had left, keeping my tone even. I heard more giggling as my cousins pled for more time. “Girls don’t need modesty, and that means we can come and go as we please,” I decided to head into the bathroom. Archie looked at me as if I was nuts.

I had heard their farts, I could smell the pooh and the pee, but I went in anyway. I wasn’t into watching stuff like that, but the girls seemed to be stalling, and I was going to call their bluff. If I was wrong, I could still say that I was checking on them.

I reminded them that the girls don’t get modesty, and it shouldn’t be any big deal for me to enter the bathroom while they were using it as I entered. “Your mom told me to watch you two bathe, so…” I said as I steeled my own confidence and walked in like Colonel Klink inspecting the barracks in Hogan’s Heroes.

It wasn’t something I could have predicted I’d be doing tonight – but none of this was.

“Gross, don’t come in, we are still going ….” The girls shouted defensively, as I walked in on them. I caught them both masturbating with toothbrushes as they giggled and joked around. I am a frequent masturbator, but I couldn’t imagine being so eager to jerk off that I’d do it with someone else in the room who was jerking off too.

I definitely couldn’t imagine doing it around my own younger brother, or Archie.

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My cousins were mid-stroke when I caught them playing with themselves in the bathroom. They certainly hadn’t expected me to barge in on them with the bristle end of toothbrushes stuck in their quims. It took a moment for the terror to reach their face as my cousins realized I had just caught them masturbating together.

“Don’t be mad,” Veronica batted her eyes at me as she removed the toothbrush from her wet pussy.

It took a couple more seconds for the shock to register with Betty. She had been sucking on one toothbrush like it was an all-day sucker and popped the bristle end of the brush out of her asshole. “This was her idea!” Betty blamed her sister before exclaiming that she really did pee and finished early – like that would make a difference.

“Were you masturbating with your own toothbrushes?” I put my hands on my hips in consternation. I had never even considered using a toothbrush like a sex toy. Archie was right behind me; despite his reluctance he had followed me into the bathroom to check on the girls.

‘No, the pink one in Betty’s bum is MINE, and the Veronica was using to scrub her joy buzzer is Mums! Or at least it was. I doubt she’ll want the bloody thing now!” Archie informed me.

The girls were clearly busted, but they still remained aloof, unapologetic. They made excuses. “We were going to wash them! You didn’t give us any time to get off! We were getting horny!” Betty’s rapid-fire excuse gun was set to semi-automatic.

“You got us all hot and bothered, and you weren’t supposed to come in! We went pee! I didn’t want to do it. it was Veronica’s idea!” Betty’s excuses were more like grenades being lobbed in any random direction.

“I am going to have to tell your mum what you did to her toothbrush,” I insisted.

“No, please! We’ll do whatever you want, we’ll behave! We’ll be good! Please!!” the girls made promises that I knew they’d never keep.

“I can’t believe how horny you little sluts are!” I chided them before deciding that I’d have to punish them for this as well. “New rule, when I am babysitter, ALL doors stay open, and you will ALWAYS ask permission to pee or use the bathroom, and me or Mister Archie will take the toothbrushes!”

“We really did use the loo, you don’t want to smell our farty poohs, Mr. Dalton! Please don’t make us do that!”

“I don’t, but you can’t be trusted; you are horny little sluts that like to get yourself off any chance you get!”

“What choice did we have? You were gonna mash our bums into spud pudding or stripe ‘em up like a slab of streaky bacon—take your bloody pick! I got so randy holding myself open and spread like that for so long that, I couldn’t help myself,” Veronica finally said something that sounded like the truth.

“It turned you on to bend over and spread your cheeks?” I asked. I was surprised by that. She sounded a little vulnerable when she made that admission.

“It’s not like I wanted it to, but standing there, all exposed like that, knowing you were looking—it’s hard to explain. It’s like… you’ve got no control, right? But at the same time, that’s the thrill. You feel every little thing, the air on your skin, the way your arse is just out there, and you can’t do anything about it. It’s humiliating, but it makes you feel alive.” She paused, biting her lip slightly before adding, “Maybe it’s the not knowing what’ll happen next that gets me going. All I know is I wasn’t dripping cream on the floor because I wanted to do it. I couldn’t help myself, I guess I am a horny little git.”

I get unintended boners all the time. I got the impression it might be involuntarily for girls as well. “Girls can’t even control when they get horny?” I asked. “What about you, Betty? What’s your real excuse for getting caught in the bathroom with a toothbrush in your bum?”

Betty’s face turned bright red when I asked the question, and she groaned, covering it with her hands for a second before letting them drop. “I know I am a naughty little slag, okay. This is so embarrassing. I don’t always put things up my bum…” she muttered.

“You do it all the time, whenever you get the chance,” Veronica outed her sister, and Betty turned an even brighter shade of red.

I glared at the girls, and silently prodded Betty to explain herself. I was genuinely curious what made girls tick, and I wanted to hear it – even if I couldn’t trust them to be honest with me.

“I know it’s where I pooh from, and it’s supposed to be stinky and disgusting, but I get off more when I put things up my bum than I do when I finger my fanny. I can’t explain it, this weird pressure. It makes everything down there feel tighter like I’m full in the best way. And when I squeeze my legs together, it’s like, I dunno, sparks everywhere. It’s embarrassing to have to explain it.”

I loved how Betty blushed innocently and exposed her vulnerable feelings about how anal stimulation turned her on. I’d never heard a girl even admit she liked a finger in her backdoor – this was the hottest confession I’d ever heard.

I pretended not to be moved by it, and looked at her like she was the naughtiest slut in the world.

She glanced up, eyes flicking between us, trying to gauge just how deep in it she was. “And I’m always sucking on things. I can’t help it. I’ve been doing it since I was a baby gagging on my dummy,” she added, cheeks blazing. “It’s like, having something in my mouth keeps me calm, but it also… I dunno; it does something to me. Like it’s not just my mouth that’s busy.”

I assumed a “dummy” was a baby pacifier – I could see how it might make good training to learn to suck a dick. “I may have to get you a dummy to suck on, if you two are going to act like naughty babies playing with your cunnies and arse holes!” I tried to sound natural using British cuss words. I liked how cheeky my cousins and Aunt sounded when they used them.

She shot Veronica a quick glare but didn’t hold onto it. “My sister assured me we’d get away with it as long as one of us farted every now and again—said it’d sound like we were actually using the loo.” Betty rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to get in more trouble or test you. I don’t blame you for thinking that, Mister Dalton. I just wanted a bit of fun before we had to go back to punishment.”

I could see how both girls seemed to pile on to one another and try to get the other in trouble. They were both equally in trouble as far as I was concerned.

“Does your mum give you set times when you can play with yourselves, or are you forbidden from having orgasms?” I asked, curious how strict her rules really were. I had some ideas for rules of my own after what I had just seen. The girls casually stood there naked, pussies dripping, holding the toothbrushes they just had inside them.

Veronica raised an eyebrow, her mouth twitching like she wasn’t sure if I was serious about my question. “You think she’s got a bloody schedule taped to the fridge? ‘Tuesday at six, girls, time for a wank’?” She snorted, but the sarcasm didn’t quite cover the flicker of discomfort in her eyes.

Betty shifted; her face still flushed. “We’re not forbidden,” she muttered, picking at a loose thread on her top. “But we’re not supposed to sneak off whenever we feel like it either. Mum says if we’ve got time to get our jollies, we’ve got time to scrub the floors.”

Veronica let out a short laugh, but it sounded more defensive than amused. “Yeah, and if she catches us? Straight over her knee, bare arse. Doesn’t matter if we’re halfway there or not.”

“Well, one thing is for certain, your mum told me the doors stay open, and you aren’t to get yourself off on my watch. You’ll keep the doors open in EVERY room. You’ll ask permission before using the bathroom, and you’ll keep the door open while you do,” I added. “Girls don’t need modesty, and that means we can come and go as we please in the bathroom to make sure you aren’t filling your holes. Now clean these toothbrushes thoroughly!”

Betty groaned; her face flushing even deeper. “I don’t mind asking you for permission, Mister Dalton, but not Mister Archie, please…” She shot her brother a desperate look, knowing exactly how he’d twist it. “He’ll make us do the bloody pee-pee dance every single time!”

Veronica crossed her arms, huffing. “Yeah, he’ll have us hopping about like idiots just to laugh at us.”
Betty muttered under her breath, “I nearly squirted myself silly in the hallway last time.” She shot her little brother another worried glare, but it was clear he was already enjoying the thought.

“I am not asking, I am telling,” I told the girls this was unequivocally going to be. I channeled a phrase I’d heard my mother tell me before when she put her foot down and left no room for argument.

“Mum says that all the time… did you hear her say that?” Veronica asked, clearly surprised. The others looked just as shocked I had rattled off one of their mother’s catchphrases. “This isn’t all the time, then, is it? Just when you’re here babysitting?”

Archie shook his head. “Mum said you’ve got to listen to everything Mr. Dalton says, and that means his rules.” He shot them a look, smirking. “It SHOULD be all the time, because you’ve gone and soiled my toothbrush, no idea how long you’ve been packing your turd makers with my brush, and I hadn’t the foggiest. What am I supposed to do now for a brush? You don’t expect me to use it after I know you’ve done the nasty with it, do you?”

“We’ll clean it, Archie!” she promised before correcting herself “I mean, Mister Archie, but you’ve got to do what the babysitter says as well, and I am sure you beat your meat in the bathroom; how about you keep the doors wide open, and ask to take a pooh?” Veronica fired back, still flushed from the fresh embarrassment of being caught.

“Girls don’t need modesty because they are just girls after all You’re meant to be seen and kept in check. Boys are held to a different standard—I don’t need to ask permission to use the loo, because I am not a horny wanker that would pull my pud the moment I got a minute to myself, or stuff my bum with whatever was at hand for a wild thrill,” Archie decided.

He asked me after he made the proclamation to his sisters to be certain. “Right, Mr. Dalton? I don’t have to beg permission to have a whizz, like a girl would, do I?”

I was somewhat amused that he had been so cocksure that he wouldn’t have to obey the same rules as his sisters, that he had just blurted them out. I was tempted to tell him he had to ask my permission just to keep his ego in check. I felt a kindred spirit with Archie. I was stumbling my way through this babysitting gig and making it up as I went.

He lived with his sisters day in and day out, and it felt like he wasn’t sure how things were supposed to work either. Life at Aunt Alice’s house had to be a constant circus with these two slutty girls around.

I nodded without hesitation. “No, Archie, you don’t have to ask permission. You are a guy, so you are supposed to have privacy at all times – especially when you are doing your private business. You’re not the one who can’t keep your hands out of your pants the second you’re alone. The rules are for the girls because they need them. You saw what happened when we trusted the girls even a little bit.”

The girls blushed as they cleaned and scrubbed the toothbrushes that they had used to pleasure themselves in the sink. It had to be truly embarrassing for us to know how horny they were and now watch them clean up after they were caught. I deeply enjoyed the feeling of standing over them and taking these two flirty little sluts down a notch.

“I don’t think your mum or Archie are going to be brushing their teeth with those again,” I said, snatching up the two brushes that belonged to my Aunt and Archie. The girls’ faces flickered with a mix of guilt and anticipation. “So, I’m going to make your day. I’ve had a change of heart. I’m ordering pizza for all of us, and I’m going to let you keep playing with your toothbrushes.”

Archie’s smug expression disappeared, like I’d just betrayed him. Veronica and Betty exchanged a quick glance, puzzled but cautiously hopeful as they reached out to take the brushes back from me. “Really?” Veronica asked, her voice skeptical but tinged with excitement.

“Oh, absolutely,” I said, handing them over. “You enjoyed yourselves, didn’t you? You deserve a little fun and relief, right?”

I graciously handed the girls two of the pink brushes. I probably mixed them up and handed Archie’s brush that Betty had up her rectum to her sister, but I didn’t care, and the girls accepted them with thanks. They seemed puzzled by my generosity, and Veronica sniffed hers.

I assumed that she was trying to tell if it was her pussy or her sister’s ass smell on the bristles.

“You said you like being naked and showing off,” I reminded them, my tone steady but enthusiastic. “Since you had so much fun playing with yourselves, you’ll shove these brushes right back up your bum holes. You won’t mind walking around with them lodged in your doo-doo holes until your mom gets home, will you? I think that’s a proper punishment, over more paddling.”

I let that hang for a second before adding, “You can apologize to her for ruining the brushes, and admit you were caught masturbating with them, and that you’ve probably been doing it for a long time. I think it’s a proper punishment. And you won’t be sitting down while you’re naked, so when the pizza guy drops by in thirty minutes or less, you can show him your pink little punishment tails and explain why you’re being disciplined.

“I’ve got to put this up my bum?” Veronica scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at the brush. “I don’t even know if this was the one I was using, and I was just using the bristles on my clit. How is this a fair punishment?”

“It’s that, or we can go back to spanking your ass with the paddle; I think this is a much more humane and less painful punishment,” I shrugged. Judging from the incredulous look on their faces, I felt this new idea may just be a better punishment.

They were used to being spanked, and while the paddle was a new twist – they would remember this for a while.

“Yeah… infinitely better than another round with that paddle,” Veronica agreed, but she hadn’t stuffed it up her ass yet. Her cheeks were flushed like she was still thinking about it. “It’s just that I hadn’t shoved mine up my arse like Betty the Butt Girl over there.”

Betty grinned impishly – flattered by the accolade but also a bit mortified. I found it interesting that the girls were naughty, mischievous, and extroverted. Yet, they could also be humiliated and reluctant to do things they would do in private without reservation.

“Does it really matter what hole you used to tickle yourself?” Archie asked firmly. “You’ve had ‘em up both ends by now, I am sure. Today wasn’t the first time you played with my toothbrush, I am sure. I had the brush in my MOUTH; it’s it late to worry about whose stink is whose.”

“I am not going to let you two sluts walk around with the brushes hanging out of your pussies playing with yourself, but since you like showing off, you can bend over for the pizza guy when he gets here. You don’t get modesty, so bending over and asking him to have a look at your major accomplishment for the night shouldn’t be that big of a deal to either of you.”

My cousins shot me a pair of lemony frowns.

“You can tell him all about how you got caught playing with yourselves in the bathroom and ask if the delivery guy if he thinks it’s a fair punishment. If he says no, I’ll allow you to take them out. If not, you’ll keep them up your asses until your mom gets home and ask her whether she thinks it was a fair punishment.”

“What if she doesn’t get home ‘til morning?” Betty gasped, clearly shocked by how strict I was being.

“You LOVED having the brush in your butt before, what’s different?” I grinned. “You love attention, you love things up your ass. I think it’s a win-win!”

Betty looked at me, her playful grin fading into something closer to a pout. “It’s just… humiliating, Mister Dalton,” she said, her voice dropping as she tried to sound serious. “You’re not even going to let us enjoy it. We can’t play with ourselves, and you’ll just tease us, calling me Betty the Butt Girl,” she pouted.

She was right, and I nodded with a grin.

She shifted on her feet, glancing toward the door with a nervous flick of her eyes. “I wouldn’t think twice about flashing the pizza guy—I mean, we’ve done worse—but he’s going to laugh at me, not with me.” She let out a soft groan. “And when Mum gets home, you know how she is. She’ll probably be pissed and give us even more punishment. She always says if we’ve got time to mess around, we’ve got time to stand in the corner with a sore bum.”

Veronica added. “And it’s not like we won’t feel it. After a few hours with these brushes up our butts, we’ll be walking funny for days. I’ve never put anything in my quim or arse all night before!”

“That’ll give you plenty of time to think about what you did and remind you not to do it again, won’t it?” I said, letting the words hang for a second. “Alright, girls—you put the brushes up your little fart-holes once, back they go! Slide them in nice and easy. I don’t expect you to jam them up there!”

Betty pouted but twirled the brush between her fingers, giving me a playful look. “Are we at least allowed to play with them once they’re in?” She sucked on the brush like it was a cock before slipping it effortlessly into her bum. I didn’t expect her to look pleased or turned on, but she smiled, nonetheless.

“Archie, don’t laugh,” Veronica said when it was her turn. “I’m sure you’ve put things up your bum for a laugh now and then, too,” she teased. She sighed, spit on the brush, pulled one cheek apart, and stuck it in. She didn’t look nearly as pleased – her pretty blue eyes opened wide, and then she adjusted to it. I think the only discomfort she felt was the humiliation of sticking something up her butt in front of her little brother.

I don’t think either girl would have thought twice about doing it in front of a cute boy that they liked to turn him on. Their mom had been right about one thing. They weren’t modest about their bodies. They were still capable of being humiliated though.

Archie folded his arms, grinning. “It’s Mister Archie to you, and don’t let me catch either of you humping your brushes. It’s supposed to be a punishment!” he frowned.

“Mister Archie,” she corrected, though the words sounded bitter on her tongue. I felt it might be a bigger drain on Veronica’s ego to have to call her little brother “Mister Archie” than it was for her to have a toothbrush up her butt in front of both of us.

Even though neither of the girls looked all that uncomfortable, it seemed a bit anticlimactic once they accepted this was going to be their new normal—at least until they could butter up the Pizza delivery guy.

It was still hot watching the toothbrush jiggle between their tight little asses while they walked around their house. I hadn’t wanted to give them forty swats with a paddle – I had barely made it through giving them a few, so to me – this was a much better punishment for everyone. The girls could be worried they might get a hard paddling, and I’d get to watch them walk around like they had pink tails sticking out of their peach-shaped butt cheeks.

Even if they managed to get a reprieve from the Domino’s guy, I would have taught them a lesson in humility that they wouldn’t forget anytime soon. The very fact that they allowed me to tell them to put the brushes back up their asses and walk around with them in front of us – meant they respected my authority. The fact that they might grumble and question my decisions but that they accepted our teasing and didn’t shoot back snarky comments or rebel against my authority meant they ACCEPTED that authority was genuine and legitimate.

They did what Archie told them because I had delegated some of that authority to him – but I could have taken it away as well.

That was the lesson I wanted to drive home – I was the babysitter, and they were the BABIES being sat.

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A few easter eggs in this illustration as well.