CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 9^th (Sunday) 2016. Summer and Kimber have just heard ‘the big speech’ and have asked what it is they are expected to do.

Tom must have explained to Taylor’s friends twice what the rules and expectations were supposed to be, and I was still not convinced they understood. Taylor’s initial school rules are posted at the bottom of this journal entry for easy reference.

“So just treat her like shit and rat her out when she fucks up?” Summer looked irate that Tom didn’t just say that in the first place. She had absolutely no problem with apparently treating her like everybody else she knew.

“Not quite,” Tom said, reminding her that there were very specific rules that he’d laid out thoroughly and expected her to follow. “We aren’t just treating her like shit, either,” Tom explained passionately, adding that this was tough-love and tempered with concern for her well-being. “This is not abuse, and it’s never been about trying to make Taylor’s life hell simply as retaliation for her making ours hell for the last 15 years,” Tom explained.

Kimber was barely paying attention as she looked at her nails, and Summer seemed to be checking her phone and rolling her eyes after every fifth word. I honestly didn’t expect Tom to be this patient or to allow the two of them to behave this way. He said he knew it was hard to change, and if it was easy then everyone would do it. “You’re helping my daughter to change, and I’m hoping seeing her set this example may even rub off on you,” he offered.

“Yeah, so we can walk around your house and show our bare asses?” Summer said scornfully, much the way Taylor had scoffed at this from the start.

“Revealing her ass is not the goal, it’s a treatment,” Tom said, adding that it prevented her from hiding behind her clothing and makeup, and retaining her prideful behavior.

“Jeez, you wouldn’t want to see me without my makeup!” Kimber interjected.

“That’s why her makeup is being used as a training tool,” Tom said with an exasperated sigh. I wasn’t sure if I should feel worse for Taylor having to hold her ass-cheeks apart while her friends and father discussed keeping her in line, or for Tom, for having to put up with Kimber and Summer.

Tom is an amazing man, but even he has shortcomings. One of them is that Tom has never had an easy time asking for help. In order to compensate for that weakness, Tom just became self-sufficient and really good at most things, so that he wouldn’t have to ask anyone for their help. Tom can fix a broken radiator, set up a home network, repair a window, or discuss Ancient Greek philosophy. The one thing he can’t do all by himself, though, is watch over our daughter at school, and I understood we needed these girls’ help. They were in almost all of her classes, and, despite their own attitude problems, seemingly were willing to report and observe on our daughter.

“So basically we tell her what to do and when to do it, and if we say jump she asks ‘how high?’” Summer tried once again to simplify what was being asked. “I had a boyfriend last summer that was into that. He liked bossy bitches,” Summer mused.

“That was your boyfriend? I thought he just gave you money, carried your books, and mowed your lawn,” Kimber said with surprise.

“Yep,” Summer said, with pride that that was all the boy had been allowed to do.

“No, you don’t order her around,” Tom clarified. He told her that he didn’t need them to impose discipline or go out of their way. “I don’t want to take away from your time for classwork or the high school experience.” Tom tried to get them to understand he was trying to keep the impact to them minimal.

“Oh, please do,” Kimber sighed. “The high school experience is beyond boring.”

Tom went over the rules with them one last time to make sure they had it, despite the fact they said, “We got it, we got it,” while he did.

Tom gave them cell phone numbers for both of us, and told them to text him first and he would always acknowledge it. “If you don’t hear from me within 10 minutes, you can text my wife and she’ll acknowledge it.”

He told them that Taylor would be waiting in the morning by the mailbox, ready and dressed for school. They would walk her to the bus and she was to sit with them with her hands in her lap the entire way.

Tom went over the speech protocol. “You can call her ‘Fart Face’ any time you’re together except when it’s official roll-call or you’re talking to a school administrator or teacher. As far as they know, that’s her nickname. She’s to call you both ‘Ma’am’, or ‘Miss Summer’ and ‘Miss Kimber’,” Tom explained.

“Ooh, I love that,” Kimber cooed.

“She’s to refer to all males as ‘Sir’ or ‘Sir’ and their name, and all females as ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Miss’ and their name. The exception is teachers, who already have a title of respect in the form of Mr. or Mrs., and would expect to be referred to that way.”

“Why does she call you Master, then? Are you Master Daddy?” Kimber asked my husband flirtatiously.

“I’ve already gone over that with you when you asked it before.” Tom explained she had asked it earlier and the answer remained the same. “I’m the ‘Master’ of the house, and Taylor refers to me as such sometimes, and ‘Sir’ other times. I don’t want you to make a big deal out of it, and you aren’t required to call anyone ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’.”

Tom had me write down Taylor’s school schedule along with the classes that she shared with the girls. Tom is a planner by nature, and he enjoyed the challenge of juggling this part of the rules so that the girls could intersect. He set up three bathroom breaks for Taylor and said that she had three minutes for each. “If possible, I’d like you to take a photo of her, or have Fart Face take a selfie, in the bathroom of her cleaning Cadmus, and text it to me,” Tom said.

Everyone in the family knew that Taylor was famous for wrapping wads and wads of toilet paper around her hands to wipe. She did that mostly to remove makeup, but also because she didn’t want to bother to wash her hands. We would go through twice as many toilet-paper rolls as any normal family. And she also never put a new roll in when she used up all the toilet paper. Tom said that ended now, and she would have at most six sheets to wipe. He didn’t say how that would be verified, but I didn’t really think the girls were going to be that big of a stickler anyway.

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Tom set up time for them to check to see if she was aroused by telling her to pop her top while in the bathroom and squeezing her nipples, and to make sure Cadmus was squarely in her ass. This amused the girls more than anything else about this arrangement.

He also said that Taylor would go up and get their lunch trays, and put them in the trash when they were done. “I want her to clean your table spotless after lunch. She can eat after you begin eating. Give her 10 minutes to finish the lunch we send with her, and please text a picture to me of whatever she doesn’t eat,” he said.

Tom had let Taylor fetch the Jimmy Choo shoes earlier. They were blue denim and hardly looked like they were worth 20 dollars, much less 500 dollars. Summer had explained that was the idea and why people paid so much for them. She and Kimber wanted them, and Tom was going to give the shoes to them if it wasn’t for an idea Scotty had.

“Jimmy Choo shoes? Taylor should have to chew, chew, chew them!” Scotty had joked from the sidelines as Tom focused on teaching the girls how to wrangle Taylor during the day.

“Capital idea, my boy!” Tom decided he would use the shoes to teach her a lesson. One of the shoes would remain here at the house, and the other would be sent with her to school. Leftovers would be packed into the shoe, and Taylor was to use it like a lunch box. “Waste not, want not. I want the entire contents of the shoe consumed within the time allotted,” Tom said with a grin.

I was happy to see that Taylor actually seemed to be listening and taking all of this in. Her brothers, while they made wisecracks, sat quietly and let Tom go over each and every rule as many times as he felt necessary for Kimber and Summer to absorb them. He began referring to them as her “handlers” and said that they would need to use common sense for unlikely situations.

“I can’t make a rule for everything that’ll come up, but I think in this framework you’ll be able to react and adjust for things we can’t anticipate. If possible, text me or my wife and we’ll advise you after you tell us the situation,” Tom promised.

I didn’t like the idea of being expected to come up with solutions on the fly. I wouldn’t be sure the girls were telling me the whole story, or even the truth, but I promised myself I would try.

“You aren’t ever going to wear those shoes again, but we may as well get some use from them. After all, I paid for them,” Tom said, adding that the other shoe would stay here and be used as her serving dish at home.

Tom also told the girls to text him if she was rude, inattentive, or slouched. “She is to sit up, chest out, head up, and make eye contact when she’s talking to someone.” Tom explained that rule was always in effect. He said she was never to be late for class, ditch class, or be late coming home, either. “She’s to ride home on the bus just as she went to school. If someone talks to her, she is EXPECTED to politely respond, but she is never to initiate conversation unless it’s with you to ask permission or inform you of something important, just like at home. Once you walk her back to the house she’s to go around back and wait for her mother to bring her an apron and change so that she can start her chores,” Tom said.

“Harsh!” Kimber laughed out loud.

“I’ve yet to go over the actual consequences for failing any of these rules.” Tom said that he would save that for another time, and he announced it was time to punish his daughter. Janie, Scotty and Donny had been off doing other things, and Tom made Taylor go and get each one of them and ask politely if they minded being present for her punishment.

Once they gathered on the couch and the chairs in the living room, Tom had Taylor stand at attention with her hands behind her head.

“Fart Face, do you know what you’re being punished for?” Tom asked.

“Yes sir, for being a brat and not listening,” Taylor answered confidently.

“You would need to have all-day punishment to address that!” Tom pointed to the shoes. “These were five hundred dollars. Do you know how many hours I have to work to make that much money? Do you know what we could do with that money? Do you have any idea how thoughtless it was to spend that money without my permission? It amounts to stealing from me.” Tom’s questions were largely rhetorical.

“Which of those questions would you like me to answer first, Master?” Taylor asked with a look that bordered on acceptance of what she did wrong, but a lack of ownership for the fact she did it.

“None of them.” Tom said that he already knew the answer to those questions before adding, “How many swats do you think you deserve for that?”

“Forty, Sir? But aren’t you going to show them what you did to punish me at the store?” Taylor was almost daring her father to make her expose her tits and punish her that way too.

“How about fifty, for starters?” Tom looked at Taylor for a long time before saying that he was going to show them how he punished her tits as well. “You neglected to offer your handlers a drink when they first arrived. How does that make us look, when your job is hospitality and you don’t provide even that? Stick out your tits. You will wear these until after dinner, just like this,” Tom pulled some alligator clips out of his pocket. They were tiny stainless-steel clips with jagged teeth. They don’t cut the skin and are used by electricians for something. Tom has used them on me for years. They won’t cut off the blood supply, and they feel like a tiny red ant biting your tits constantly.

Taylor pulled her tits out of her apron, exposing the red nail polish painted around her nipples. Kimber and Summer giggled and actually seemed impressed with them.

“Nice bewbs!” Kimber said while adding, “That is NOT your shade of nail polish, though.”

“Thank her,” Tom reminded Taylor, while attaching the clips to first the right and then the left nipple.

“Thank you, Miss Kimber. I appreciate the feedback. My nipple polish was chosen by my younger sister to make them stand out and still be covered, even when I pull down the front of my apron,” she explained.

Kimber didn’t seem to care one way or the other, and had only been making a joke, but Janie looked proud that she’d been recognized for the part she played in this.

My daughter barely even winced as Tom applied the nipple-clamps to her tits. I sensed that Taylor actually enjoyed the sore, constant aching that they caused because she licked her lips when she thought nobody was looking.

Tom made her fetch Lucifer and return to him. She did as she was told, and with effort returned with the heavy paddle grasped in her teeth. Tom had her squat down, and put her head right at his hand so he could take Lucifer before putting her in the punishment position bent over a chair.

“You know, for such a skinny girl you have extra fat cheeks,” Tom observed, before noticing that she also no longer had pubic hair hanging between her legs.

He became quiet as he looked between his daughter’s parted thighs and realized she had shaved.

“Stand up and turn around.” Tom became very serious and told her to lift her apron up. She revealed her hairless pussy, and the kids giggled.

“Guys, I asked that you be mature about things like this. I can send you from the room if you can’t handle it,” Tom reminded them, before turning his attention to her poorly shaved pussy.

There was stubble and stray hairs everywhere.

“It looks like you shaved with a very dull razor.” Tom asked her what made her think she could do this.

“Mom said I could!” Taylor looked mortified now. We had all seen her pussy at one time or another when she was being spanked, changing, or when Scotty saw her at the door, but I think standing there with her apron pulled up, exposing it to us, was starting to chip away at her pridefulness.

“I did not!” I started to explain to Tom that I’d told her I would ask him if she could after she talked to Brandon.

Tom stopped me midway through my explanation and told Taylor that she really needs to understand something and he needed her to listen right now.

“I’m a very observant person.” Tom suggested she should already know that. “I see you rubbing your tits and touching your butt and licking your lips when you think nobody’s noticing. I see you trying to get some kind of jollies out of this, even when the alligator clips offer you nothing but pain – you’re hoping they’ll stimulate you and offer you some base perverse little pleasures. You must think I’m an idiot. But I was spanking girls’ asses before you were even born, and I know all the tricks you can play. I know tricks you haven’t even thought of yet, and how to find out if you’re trying them. You do not TOUCH that CUNT without express permission FROM ME. Let’s face it, A CUNT is what you have between your legs, growing hair and flapping in the breeze. You do not have a pussy or a vagina any longer. What you have is a sopping wet cunt that’s completely off limits to YOU and anyone you would let touch it! You do not touch those tits. You do not touch that ass without express permission FROM ME. You can wipe your CUNT and asshole when you are given permission to use the bathroom, and from now on you will NOT touch Cadmus with your hands.” He stopped to let this sink in.

“But how will I…” Taylor was about to ask him how she could take it in and out when he stopped her.

“Your mother will show you how to get Cadmus in and out of that fat ass of yours, but if you insist on asking that question right here and now I’ll let the lesson occur in the living room. Would you like that?” Tom was livid.

Taylor remained silent because her father’s usually measured tone was rising and he was clearly getting angry.

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer.” Tom’s voice returned to its normal volume, but he still looked angry.

“No sir, I wouldn’t,” Taylor looked worried.

“You sure? Because I really think they may be curious how you’re going to manage to get Cadmus out without using your fingers,” Tom waited for a response.

“Then okay, Master, if you want to do the lesson now,” Taylor surrendered to Tom in his tone.

He didn’t expect her to say that.

“Grab your ankles.” Tom wasted no time giving the lesson, and Taylor did as she was instructed, holding her ankles. “Now, grab your ass-cheeks and pull them apart.” He guided her through a process that he had taught me years ago. He was angry, but calm. “You look over your shoulder at who you’re with, and now you beg them to remove it for you by saying you’re not allowed to remove Cadmus and will they please take it out. You always state your reason. Joanne, do you mind telling her what she should say?”

I was freshly mortified.

I normally said this humiliating thing for only my husband and his closest BDSM friends. Not only was I expected to now say this in front of my own kids, but also Taylor’s friends, who weren’t taking this seriously at all. They even asked for popcorn, like they were watching a movie.

Everyone was waiting for me to say something to Taylor. I felt like I was about to explode on the spot.

“You would say…” I took a deep breath after preparing myself for the deeply submissive and humiliating thing I was about to say even though I was just providing an example my kids would still hear me say it out loud. “…’Please, Sir, would you mind removing Cadmus from my asshole and putting it in my mouth so that I may clean it, in order to demonstrate how I can remove the plug without ever touching it with my hands?’”

No one flipped out, and the world didn’t end, but I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.

Tom told me that was exactly right! “First you address the person with respect. Then you ask them politely what you need them to do for you. You’re to be explicit in your instruction so there’s no misunderstanding. Then you tell them why. In this case, it would be a demonstration of how it’s to be removed, cleaned and never touched by your hands. You could be tempted to masturbate yourself with it. You should never have been touching it in the first place!”

“Can I be the one to take it out?” Scotty brazenly made the request, which his father promptly ignored.

“I don’t think we actually need to see her clean it with her mouth,” Tom dismissed his request.

“Gross, she cleans it with her mouth?!” Janie was the first one to say it, but Summer and Kimber echoed the same sentiment.

“Fine, it’s lesson time.” Tom promised Taylor that delaying the punishment would not make it any less severe. “Go ahead and say what your mother told you, in your own words,” Tom told her.

“Sir Scotty, would you pretty please take Cadmus out of my asshole and put it in my...” She paused.

This would be the point when Taylor’s anger bubbled over and she told us all go to hell.

I was sure of it. But instead she summoned the words to finish “…in my lying, conceited mouth and allow me to clean the sweat from it, so that Master can show you how Cadmus is to be handled, since I am not allowed to touch him with my bare hands because I’ll be tempted to play with my ass.”

That was even more graphic than what I’d said, and I felt cold chills of fresh humiliation wash over me – and I wasn’t even the one to have said that.

“It didn’t have to be Scotty,” Tom told her, but Scotty was already out of his seat and standing behind her.

Scotty made a popping sound like he was pulling a cork out of a champagne bottle when he pulled it out. Taylor farted and everyone laughed.

“That’s totally normal, and if you’re going to help your sister then you need to get used to that.” Tom explained that gas builds up if the seal is tight from Cadmus and it’s been in all day. “There’s no place for it to escape. Think of this as the farts you would have been smelling all day if she didn’t wear Cadmus,” Tom explained, and the kids chuckled. “It’s a normal bodily function, and everyone does it. Some girls just do it a little less gross,” Tom teased his daughter.

Tom’s attitude lightened, and he didn’t seem as overly angry any longer.

“So I can put it in her mouth?” Scotty was holding it up in the air and waving it around. I could see a tiny brown stripe on it, but it was otherwise relatively clean.

“You pulled it out.” Tom told him that’s where it goes.

Scotty really didn’t believe he could get away with sticking a jet-black butt-plug in his sister’s mouth.

Taylor finally opened her mouth wide and exposed the pink of her tongue to let him know she wasn’t going to bite his head off.

“Are you just going to look at the pink of your sister’s asshole, smelling her stale farts from earlier today she just released, or do what you stood up to do, Son?” Tom asked Scotty while waving his hand in front of his nose as if to dismiss her foul odor.

I don’t want to seem gross – but it really wasn’t that bad.

“It’s okay, Sir, I’ve been cleaning it for the last two days.” Taylor assured him it was okay. “I know what I taste like. Let’s just get it over with, Sir.” She was uncomfortable, but strangely fine with the performance of the lesson.

Scotty was seldom ever shy around us, but he looked hesitant to actually put it in her mouth. His hand shook as he looked at her in disbelief and extended it to her mouth. She wrapped her mouth around it like a fish coming to the surface to gobble an entire piece of bread.

Janie was the loudest, but they all shouted “Gross!” or “I can’t believe she actually did it!” when her mouth clamped around it.

“You will hold it there for at least a minute to three minutes. You want to use your tongue to wash every inch and coat it with all your saliva because this is the ONLY lubrication you need,” Tom said.

“Lotions and lubricants can give you a rash.” I realized by offering that I had once again basically admitted that I had firsthand knowledge of this procedure. I was shocked none of them called me out for it, but I think, given the fact they were watching a nearly naked Taylor holding a plug in her mouth, that they weren’t thinking about me.

“Do either of you want to practice? You’ll be the ones to handle it in school, if that’s alright?” Tom asked Summer and Kimber if they wanted to come up.

Donny wanted to help, but Tom was focused on getting the girls engaged in watching Taylor and ignored him.

“How do we put it back in?” Kimber asked with a bemused expression.

“You don’t.” Tom pulled the plug out of his daughter’s mouth and dropped it on the ground so that the fat end that sticks out of the ass landed flat on the carpeted rug at Taylor’s feet.

“You just tell her she may return Cadmus to his home.” Tom asked Taylor if I’d shown her how to PROPERLY seat Cadmus.

I had actually shown her that, and she nodded. She didn’t wait for him to ask her. She dropped to the floor in a squat position that did nothing to hide her modesty under the apron. Her legs were wide open – at this point with her tits and ass completely exposed, the apron was just hanging off of her anyway.

She sat down on the plug and wriggled the way I had told her until she was able to get the tip of the plug between her ass-cheeks and then clenched it. She drove her back down on to it and picked up the plug without touching it before standing up again.

The kids actually applauded, it as if it were a magic trick.

“Very good, but at some point you’ll learn to do it without forcing yourself down on it,” Tom told her. “In the 1920s these were sold as cure-alls for everything from constipation to sexual dysfunction. The plug builds up the muscles in your asshole, and it was believed to help you in digestion and defecation, which in terms you can understand means taking a shit.”

Even Taylor laughed when everyone else did at her father’s blunt choice of words.

“You asked for Cadmus,” Tom reminded her, and asked that now she has to clean and wear him, does she regret that decision?

“Some, Sir,” Taylor answered him.

Tom reminded her that when she’s answering questions he expects explicit responses. “I don’t want you to take it as an opportunity to ramble. The answer should be concise but just saying ‘some’ doesn’t tell me what you regret.”

“You didn’t ask me what about it I regret, Sir, just if I regret asking for Cadmus,” Taylor reminded him in a surprisingly respectful way.

“Fair point.” Tom told her that she was catching on.

I felt bad, because when Tom asked me affirmation questions like that, I often anticipated what he was really asking and would have answered him with my reasons for saying ‘some’. I think Tom was used to how I respond to his questions, and I made a mental note to try to listen to what is being asked. It was strangely ironic that I was learning tips from my own daughter’s submission on how to be a better slave to my husband.

“What is it you regret about asking for Cadmus?” Tom asked.

“I think it’s been a good learning experience, but I think it may have been better to just walk around bare-bottom without Cadmus, Sir,” Taylor answered rather bluntly, almost as if she’d been thinking about this response for a while.

“Now that response needs work.” Tom told her that when giving her opinion she definitely needs to include what her reasons are. “I assume because you’re humiliated by having to clean it and it hurts your butt?” Tom said.

“No sir, I barely notice it after Cadmus has been in a while, and I keep my asshole clean so I don’t really care about wiping it off with my mouth. It’s my own stuff on there anyway. It’d be different if it was Mom’s butt-plug,” Taylor said plainly.

I turned beet red.

Tom nodded. I could tell he knew I was embarrassed, but everyone in the room had to know I wore one because they saw it when I twirled around in the kitchen. I just hadn’t mentioned it since yesterday.

“Do you clean yours the same way?” Janie asked me boldly.

Tom told her not to ask me those kinds of questions.

“No, it’s okay, Sir.” I told Tom that I’d rather them know then have these fantasies or deep mysteries in their mind. “That’s why Fart Face is standing here with her stuff hanging out.” I summoned the courage to tell my youngest daughter that I never touch my butt-plug unless I have permission.

“Does he have a name?” Janie continued.

Tom reminded her we were talking about Fart Face and to leave my personal business alone. “Fart Face got herself into this mess because she wouldn’t leave our personal business well enough alone and poked her nose where it didn’t belong. She continued by exposing it to the rest of you. I don’t mind respectful questions, but your mother hasn’t lost the right to privacy and is not being punished,” he said, and excused me from having to answer.

I was very relieved.

Tom prompted Taylor to confirm if his speculation was correct and she was just embarrassed about this procedure.

“No sir, it’s just that if I hadn’t asked for Cadmus, then I wouldn’t have to beg to have it removed. And what happens if no one’s around to take it out or they don’t want to do it for me?”

“Great question.” Tom told her to imagine the Easter bunny. “You know how the Easter bunny hops-hops along.” Tom stuck his two front teeth out like Easter bunny and brought his two hands up in front of him while hopping up and down. I have to admit it was pretty funny to see a 225-pound man hop like the Easter bunny, and we all laughed.

“In those cases where you really can’t find someone to remove it or who’s willing, even after you’ve begged and pleaded, and you have my express permission to take it out, then you squat down like you are the Easter bunny trying to lay a little chocolate egg!” Tom squatted down.

Scotty and Janie shouted out, “Gross! That’s where Easter Eggs come from?” and laughed.

Tom joked back that it is where they came from. I loved the banter between them.

“I don’t think you’d have a problem finding someone to take it out if you use the boy’s bathroom at school!” Scotty was kidding Taylor.

“I could probably take her in the boy’s bathroom, if you want,” Kimber suggested. It was hard to process the fact that this very attractive, slender teenage girl who had breasts actually had boy parts between her legs.

“Scotty, that’s one of the reasons I couldn’t ask you and your brother to watch her at school,” Tom’s hesitancy to avoid the boys became a little more evident.

“Can I be her handler when I go to Cherry Lawn next year, Daddy?” Janie asked in baby talk. I hated that she still used baby talk – especially when she wanted something.

I saw an exasperated, almost betrayed look on Taylor’s face.

“Let’s hope your sister doesn’t still need that kind of discipline by then, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Tom said.

I had thought we would be done before Halloween with all of this business, but from what Tom said just now I got the impression he was really committed to seeing it as far as it needed to go.

“Are you going to finish punishing her? Because I really need a fucking cigarette and this is hot as shit!” Kimber said enthusiastically.

Tom told Kimber she was free to leave if she was getting antsy.

“Oh, fuck no! The only thing waiting for me at home is an episode of Walking Dead and Abraham already died. He was the only hottie besides Rick and Darryl. I’m down to stay for this!!” she said.

“Good, because we have another lesson to teach.” Tom sent me upstairs to get a pair of wrist cuffs. He told me which ones, and I quickly left while he explained what he was going to teach.

He didn’t give me a set time to get downstairs with what he’d sent me to fetch, but I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed in me as I brought the cuffs.

Tom showed them the leather wrist cuffs. They were ornate enough that a goth girl like Kimber or Summer could wear them in public without anyone even questioning them as anything besides a punk rock accessory.

They served another purpose – Tom showed how they could be hooked together and Taylor would not be able to unlatch them herself. “Fart Face will wear these cuffs with her hands either behind her back or in front of her at all times from now on, unless she is given special permission for certain chores or homework. There will be no touchy-grabby pinchy-booty.” Tom made a face mimicking Taylor looking like she was pleasuring herself and playing with her own tits.

He showed them how there was an extended wire that could be used to give her about six inches of play between the cuffs, but that once you did that it was possible for the girl wearing them to unclasp the cuffs. “As long as you keep it tight, then they can’t get to the clasp!” Tom demonstrated by attaching them to Taylor.

“Tight like her butthole!” Kimber chuckled, and everyone laughed.

“Something like that,” Tom said, then asked Taylor if she understood that this was required at all times around the house, and she wouldn’t be grabbing the TV remote or using the cell phone. “Your mom will show you how to do chores with limited use of your hands,” Tom said.

I was embarrassed because that meant using her feet and more often than not her mouth or tits to actually carry something. Tom hadn’t made me do it in a long time, but I used to clean the entire house top to bottom in those very same wrist cuffs.

“Thank you, Master,” Taylor accepted the decision.

“You’ll walk her to the bus stop with her hands behind her back cuffed, and unlatch them once you get to the bus stop. And then once she reaches the bus stop after school, you’ll clasp them before you walk her back to the house,” Tom told Kimber and Summer.

Tom returned Taylor to the punishment position, and she asked him if she would also be punished for shaving her pussy.

“You will call the two flappers between your legs and the little pink hood a ‘cunt’ until further notice, and I will punish you for it after you finish making dinner. You already have a spanking to receive, and I want you to learn that lesson before I start teaching another,” Tom told her. He added that, just like once she agreed to start wearing Cadmus she would continue to do so, she would be expected to shave her cunt and do it properly going forward.

He started to spank her ass and make her count. He was using Lucifer, the heavy wooden paddle, and it was her first time feeling his bite against her tiny bare ass.

“The ONLY reason you haven’t lost all clothing privileges around the house at this point is that I don’t want to embarrass and inconvenience our friends any more than they have been, and to shield your skin from hot grease while you cook, or if you spill some cleaning product. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be permitted to hide behind that long, dark hair, that makeup, and those clothes. You would be exposed for what you really are!”

“What is she?” Summer asked what her friend was now.

SCHOOL RULES:

Taylor is to wake up on time and without complaint for school. She is to immediately be allowed to use the bathroom for three minutes, shower, and then report to her sister for makeup. She is to wear her apron the entire time, except when she is in the bathroom.

Taylor’s hands would be cuffed behind her or in front of her at all times when home, except with special permission for certain chores or homework, and all the way to and from the bus stop unless given explicit permission.

Taylor will help make breakfast in the morning, greet and thank each member of the house for putting up with her, and eat out of her shoe after everyone else has been served, once she receives permission. She will get an affirmation at that time if time allows.

Taylor’s clothes will be chosen for her in the morning, and she is to dress outside in the backyard. This will never include panties or bra, and the shoes will always be heels.

Taylor is to refer to herself as ‘Fart Face’, and that is to be called her ‘nickname’. The only time she can answer to or use ‘Taylor’ is for official school business, such as putting her name on her assignments and roll call.

Taylor is to refer to all males as ‘Sir’ or ‘Sir’ and their name, and all females as ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Miss’ and their name. The exception is teachers and administrators who are already respected by being called Mr. or Mrs., and will expect to be addressed as such.

Taylor MUST speak when spoken to in a polite, honest, and explicit manner. She may not initiate conversation unless it is with the teacher for official school business, or to inform her handlers (Kimber and Summer) of something important. The exception is in emergency situations where her silence could lead to possible harm or loss.

Taylor must walk with shoulders back, wiggle her ass and jiggle her tits at all times. She must make eye contact whenever someone is speaking to her or she is speaking to someone.

Taylor has three bathroom breaks at school and must send a selfie or a picture taken by her handlers while cleaning Cadmus. This is only the time she may remove Cadmus. The bathroom break is to last three minutes, and she is to use at most six sheets of toilet paper (not wrap a large swath of TP around her hands as she normally does). She may be inspected for arousal and to make sure Cadmus is seated properly at that time.

Taylor must clean her lunch table and serve her handlers lunch first. She is to receive 10 minutes a day to eat whatever her mother packed for her in her Jimmy Choo shoe. She must eat the entire contents of the shoe and not waste any of it. A picture of any leftovers is to be sent.