CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 9th (Sunday) 2016. It is approximately 5pm and Taylor has just completed the first step in her new training regime – begging everyone in the house to approve her choice and asking their forgiveness for the necessity of it.


Tom asked me to bring down some additional training implements for Taylor’s next step. He would’ve most likely sent her to get them, but I don’t think he wanted her seeing our extensive sex-toy collection in the closet.


She remained downstairs while he went over the final discipline positions with her.


Tom first went over the general purpose of each position.



#1- Punishment – This position is always bending over with legs apart.


Tom explained that it had variables. If there are no instructions given, she’s to assume the most likely form of the punishment position in the center of the living room: ass facing the couch and bent at the waist.


She is to grab her ankles or she can bend slightly at the knee, and stick her butt out with her hands on her knees. I’m not as limber as my daughter, so I usually grab my knees, and that’s acceptable.


Taylor is much more limber than me but Tom gave her the option to do either one – as long as she complies and prepares for the spanking.


If there’s a chair present to stabilize herself, then she can grab the armrest and bend deeply, keeping the back straight.


If her hands are bound behind her back, she’s to lay flat on her tits against the edge of the chair with her chin up, or just bent over deeply. She should try to hold her ass -cheeks apart until the punishment begins, at which point she’s to keep her hands far away from her ass.


This is also the position to take when asking to have her butt-plug removed, reinserted, or to be inspected. In inspection mode, the mouth is always partly open and her tongue is out.


#2- Attention – This position is always feet shoulder-width apart, chest out, ass-cheeks clenched, chin up, back straight, slight bend to the knees. Hands are to be interlaced behind her head; and if that isn’t possible due to binding, she should stand in the position.


This position is always executed in the living room FACING the couch, unless she’s told otherwise. Tom told her if she has nothing to do, she’s to assume that position. If she has nothing to do while assigned to a different room, she should go someplace very visible in the room, stand in that position and wait for orders.


#3- Kneeling position – This position is always where her ass-cheeks are lifted slightly so that her asshole plug can be seen with her thighs resting on her calves. The legs are parted so that the pussy lips aren’t touching and are open. Her hood should be extended and visible, although that isn’t always possible. She should put her hands behind her head if they’re not bound, but typically they will be. If they’re bound behind her and it’s possible, she should grab both ass-cheeks and pull them apart hard to fully expose herself.


She would eventually be shown how to squat on the balls of her feet in a similar manner, and why they are both needed.


#4 Cool Down – The kids named this position “Calm your tits”. It’s only used when Taylor is showing signs of arousal – goosebumps, hard nipples, wet pussy, etc. She is to report to the nearest corner someplace visible, and hold her ass-cheeks apart if her hands aren’t bound. She’s to press her nose and toes to the corner and wait until told to return. This is typically 5 minutes, but can last as long as needed.


Tom said earlier that if she’s feeling aroused and we aren’t present, she can go to Donny or Scotty and ask to be put in the corner, and then she won’t be punished if we discover she’s walking around turned-on and thinking perverted thoughts.


That leaves the two new positions!


These were slightly more advanced positions that Tom had, until now, found no need to use on her because they leave the submissive more exposed and vulnerable.


#5 Heel – Once told to Heel, Taylor must “Hit the deck” as Tom calls it. That means she’s to immediately place palms flat on the carpet and get on her knees. She’s to stick her ass out and tits should be touching the carpet as well. That’s a lot easier for me because I have such big tits, but for Taylor that means she’s essentially nose to the carpet as well.


Once he tells her to ‘follow’ she is to continue to crawl.


If her hands are bound behind her, it’s the same, except now she’s on her tits and expected to belly-crawl.


Tom said that in this mode she can be used as a table – and furniture-trained. Tom explained she could be used to set a drink or book on her back, or even used as a footstool at his chair. “In furniture mode, Heel allows me to have a mobile piece of furniture. It takes away your personhood and makes you either a pet (animal) or a semi-animate object to be used at my leisure.”

#6 KISS:


While not a position, Taylor was told that “Kiss” could mean a few different things, but usually meant the Heel position. If she was ordered to kiss the floor she should get down in the Heel position and press her nose, lips, and tits to the ground with her ass up.


If she was told to kiss the wall she should press her nose, tits, and lips to the wall with her hands on her ass-cheeks or behind her head.


If she was told to kiss an object, she would kiss that object the same way, pressing her body and lips to it until told to stop.



#7 Bunny Ears/Bunny Rabbit or “Fully Spread”


This is a position that has a practical use to me when he’s training me, but I hadn’t thought he would introduce it to Taylor.


It’s called ‘Bunny Ears’ because when she hears it she’s to lay flat on her back and lift her legs over her head and behind her ears, so that her feet are the ‘bunny ears’. Her legs are to be wide open so that her asshole is lifted off the ground and her pussy is as exposed as possible.


If she cannot hold her calves due to binding, then she should just raise her legs in a V style position above, spread wide. It’s the most revealing of all the positions, and the goal should be that someone can see inside your pussy if they’re standing over you.


Taylor was asking him the purpose of this position as I walked down the stairs and saw her laying exposed in front of her brothers. I had seen her naked and kneeling, but seeing her in that highly sexual position sent a shockwave through me.


“Good question.” Tom said that it met all the criteria he had already gone over about parking her and reinforcing her position. The specific use would be related to inspection or showing her off. “I’ll be binding your ankles to your wrists and leaving you like this sometimes when your mom and I go out,” he said.


I could smell the warm musky smell of her pussy faintly.


Tom also affirmed she would curtsy, even when naked, by bending deeply at the knee and lifting an imaginary skirt to indicate she understood the order given, and thank the person or say ‘yes sir’ or ‘ma’am’.


Janie liked the name Bunny Rabbit for the position. She asked if she could have an ACTUAL bunny rabbit as a pet (keep in mind, she has asked for a pony, a unicorn, a Pokémon and several other real and imaginary animals, and the answer has almost always been no).


Her brothers reminded her of the gerbils, fish, and other pets she’d asked for and never took care of - leaving them to care for the forgotten pets.


“It could be a FAMILY pet,” Janie offered.


“So the FAMILY could do the work of feeding and taking care of it while you enjoy petting and playing with it?” Donny asked skeptically.


“Exactly!” Janie smiled, while remaining oblivious to her brother’s sarcasm.


“This is one of the reasons I didn’t expect you to manage your sister’s time.” Tom explained that Taylor would require someone to make sure she ate and did what she was supposed to. “You can’t take care of a gerbil, so I’m not sure I want to burden you with that responsibility,” Tom told them.


“Yes, but she is a FAMILY pet.” Donny essentially argued that she was a shared responsibility.


“I commend you for that, but I said that was ONE of the reasons I didn’t ask you.” Tom suggested he may not want to know all the others, implying that they were probably negative, like the fact that all the family pets besides Sandor had died because someone forgot to feed them or clean their tank


I know Tom and I were also worried they were already seeing so much of the BDSM lifestyle that asking them to do more than report on her behavior seemed unfair.


Tom was enthusiastic once he saw me with the items he’d asked me to retrieve. “Hope!” Tom reiterated his value system was humility, obedience, patience and enthusiasm. “I can live the values I teach by being enthusiastic, and I appreciate the fact you all are enthusiastic about your sister’s re-education. We’re going to break her down to the family pet and then build her back up the right away,” Tom said. He held up some of these things and called them, “…tools to breaking the walls of cruelty, sloth, greed, and pride that Taylor had built up around the real girl inside.”


My husband introduced each ‘tool’ one at a time. They were mostly common household items, but he described their special purpose in ‘fixing’ Taylor.


“Duct tape.” He smiled and said that it could fix almost anything. “Let’s see what it can do for an unruly teenager.” He set that down as he said, “It can’t fix stupid – but it sure can muffle the sound.”


Taylor remained in the Bunny Ears position impassively as he showed her and the rest of the family some clips, rope, bindings, and gadgets he had. We didn’t show them anything too suggestive. He used a section of clothesline that was long enough to wrap three times around Taylor’s tits in a figure-eight pattern and then tied it tightly around the tits and her neck.


Tom made Taylor assume the Attention position so that he could demonstrate how to do a simple “Shinju” breast-binding. “This is not a punishment – it’s just training to reinforce that her tits can and will be used against her.” Tom reminded her that they are no longer tools of seduction or manipulation. “You led boys around by hiding your sweater-meat away, creating the illusion of something special hanging from your chest they cannot have or touch,” Tom reminded her, as he measured out enough rope to perform the demonstration.


“Should we let boys touch our sweater-boobs?” Janie asked with a playful tone that suggested she wouldn’t mind if they did. She smiled impishly at her father, revealing the metallic braces on her teeth. I don’t think she’s gullible or naïve, but I think sometimes she just asks questions like this to see if she can shock us.


“That can be just as bad.” Tom said that for very different reasons being completely willing to use them anytime you want something by flashing or allowing people to touch them is another form of manipulation. “Taylor is losing the choice to manipulate, is all. I can honk her tits.” Tom honked them like clown horns and pinched the nipples with a painful-looking twist.


Tom could see Janie didn’t understand from that oversimplified explanation. “Your mom has a really nice set of boobs, and I think everyone here can say that.” Tom pointed out my chest. I was embarrassed but very aware that I had what a lot of men consider to be great tits. “She knows it, and there’s not a lot she can do about the fact that men are going to look and want to touch. The difference between her and Taylor is that she doesn’t USE them like a pair of credit cards to get what she wants by waving them in guy’s faces or jiggling them.”


“Mom does jiggle her tits and never wears a bra, though.” Donny pointed out that this didn’t add up.


Scotty backed him up by adding that I also wore low-cut outfits that showed a lot of cleavage.


“Gosh, thanks for noticing,” I said sarcastically, with a smirk on my face to hide my embarrassment.


“You’re absolutely right,” Tom said. He pointed out that, left to my own devices, I would happily wear much more conservative and modest outfits so that guys had to guess what I have on my chest. “I worked with your mom and her self-esteem to let her know she has a GREAT rack, and taught her to be more comfortable with her body. But I took away her ability to use the fact she has them to get what she wants. I did this by asking her to dress in those low-cut outfits and not wear a bra in public. I did that by teaching her to accept that guys are going to look, but to not make them feel ashamed or unhappy about it. If they get a thrill out of taking a gander at them, she’ll let them have a look. I’m going to do the same for Taylor, but I have to start at square one,” Tom said.


“So Dad made you go around topless in the house?” Scotty asked enthusiastically.


“When I was much younger and prettier.” I smiled. I was always naked at home when it was just us now, but they didn’t need to know that.


“You’re pretty now, Mom!” Scotty said.


I told him flattery would get him everywhere.


“I just read a study that wearing a bra is bad for women,” Donny explained, saying that the study indicated that bras weren’t natural and they led to all sorts of health problems. Medically, physiologically, and anatomically, the breast doesn't benefit from being deprived of gravity. “Women who don't use bras develop more muscle for natural support, and the restrictive materials can cause sagging and health issues,” Donny said, sounding very nerdy. If Taylor had been in her previous frame of mind, she would have just pointed out what a dork he was, and ask why he had been studying women’s health and looking up articles on women without bras, implying he was a pervert.


I didn’t want to tell Donny that if he wants to know why we wear bras, to watch me try to run sometime – it’s like two Harlem Globetrotters are trying to double-dribble my tits down the center.


“Son, I’m going to do you a favor and not ask why you’re looking up articles on women without bras, and skip right ahead to another lesson on Fart Face, if that’s okay with you.” Tom made a lighthearted joke, but kept a serious expression on his face.


Donny told him to go ahead, and Tom proceeded with his demonstration of Shinju rope-bondage for the breasts.


“First off, these are not breasts when dealing with Fart Face.” Tom explained by slapping her tits and flicking them. He stated that they were, “Fun bags, milk sacks, tits, boobies, jugs, anything else besides breasts. Your mom, Janie, Kimber and Summer have breasts – this little slut has boobs and they can be handled roughly, not gingerly.” Tom squeezed her tits.


Summer and Kimber looked offended at their inclusion in this discussion, but said nothing.


“You will start your Shinju with a 20' or 25' length of rope rather than a shorter length,” Tom said, showing everyone the cord as he taught them how it would be applied to his daughter. He let them feel the rope so that they saw it was smooth and covered in a waxy film. “I prefer clothesline because it’s designed to not be affected by moisture from clothes rather than the more common softer ropes. If a girl sweats, then they tend to tighten or loosen, depending on the rope,” he explained.


He placed the middle of the rope at Taylor’s spine at a level below the bottom of her breasts. “Hold the center of the rope there, and then it pass it around her waist.” Tom wrapped it all the way around, put the ends of the rope through the loop, and then brought it up over each shoulder.


He was doing this mostly for my benefit, since he expected me to actually bind her when he wasn’t home. I’d worn this rope bondage many times, but never tied anyone up, and I was very intimidated. I wanted to take more elaborate notes.


“When you've done this, you'll have a piece of rope going around her just below the jugs, and two pieces of rope hanging over her shoulders.” Tom told us to run the two ends of the rope beneath the part of the rope passing under her tits, then bring them up over her shoulders again.


“At this point, you'll have two pieces of rope hanging down Fart Face’s back,” he said, holding them both in his hand like a horse’s reins. “Put your finger on her spine firmly at a level just above the top of her knockers, and pull both pieces of rope together around her body above the titty. Loop both pieces of rope through the loop you made with your finger.” He promised it would make sense if we ever did it ourselves.


“Now you're almost finished.” He showed us how to take the two pieces of rope that are hanging down, and pass them under the lower piece of rope that goes around the torso and then, “just wrap the ends of the rope around and around several times.”


Tom asked if there were questions.


“Do you use a shank knot?” Janie asked curiously. Her father had taught her different knots.


“You may be thinking of the sheep shank I taught you when we went camping,” He smiled and said that there were reasons to use one of those, but not for this purpose. “It’s obvious you were paying attention when we went camping though! Those knots I taught you will come in handy with your sister,” he praised Janie and she beamed with pride.


He showed everyone the purpose of the rope when it comes to binding Taylor and how to tie it so that it was tight but not too tight. He told Fart Face how it could be used on her to make her life easy or hard. “This isn’t punishment. This rope is more for practical use. I can use the ends of the rope to tie your arms behind your back and keep you from mischief. I can wrap the ends of the rope around the lower two parts of your belly to actually stimulate your boobs,” Tom said as he demonstrated how the upper and lower rope squeezing tightly together could cut off blood flow. “I can tie them tight to make you think about what you did and make you uncomfortable, too!”


He showed them how it served many purposes – binding, stimulation, and inflicting discomfort on a girl like Taylor.


“I thought the goal was she wasn’t supposed to get aroused?” Scotty pointed out the flaw in that.


“Great point,” Tom smiled, and Scotty eagerly accepted his father’s praise. Tom told him that the goal was that Fart Face could not get aroused when she was doing her chores on her own. “That means her mind is wandering. If as part of the training I am TRYING to test her arousal and force her to appear aroused to keep her on display that way, then that is part of the training. I’ll leave it this way through dinner to show you. If you leave the rope tied that way unattended, it can cause nerve damage. However, if you leave it on just long enough, it makes the tits nice and full and purple,” Tom said, cupping the bottom of her boobs with a triumphant grin like a hunter displaying a trophy.


“So I won’t be punished for getting aroused during dinner?” Taylor asked.


“You were aroused from just holding the Bunny Ears position,” Tom said; he told her he already knew that. “I’m not going to gig you for a reaction from this rope,” Tom assured her. He was strict but fair, and introduced a third wrap around the center of her chest directly across the nipple, pushing down on it. “You can bring a third wrap around the center of her breasts, directly across the nipples, which will constantly stimulate her nipples, especially whenever she moves,” he grinned.


He pointed out another rope could be used as a leash. “You can tie it directly to the rope around her nipples and lead her around by her breasts, the way she used to try to lead others.” Tom pulled her forward and then said that it can also be used to tether her in place if she needs to stay somewhere. “If you’re going to leave her for a while in a room, and you don’t want her to be able to reach the fridge or her cell phone, and you need to limit her mobility,” Tom said directly to me.


“Thank you, Sir,” I said when he was finished with that lesson.


He asked Taylor if she understood the lesson and had any problem performing any of the positions in plain sight or with the rope bondage as part of her daily lessons.


“No problem sir, thank you. I had no idea it was this elaborate,” Taylor seemed impressed.


“Modern BDSM borrows from lessons that are centuries old.” Tom reminded her that when he was in the Air Force in China, he learned many different elaborate uses of the rope to keep womenfolk in line.


I kept feeling guilty and terrified that at some point I was going to get asked in more detail about how Tom trained me and what he used on me. I wasn’t sure how I’d answer it. There are people who never worry about things until they happen – I am not one of those people. I was constantly thinking about the “what if” questions.


Like “What if” Janie turns out this way and needs or wants this training?


“What if” the boys become out of control and need to be kept in place? Would Tom apply this same training to males, or did he think that boys are held to a different standard? Tom knew some of the submissive males when we went to dungeons, but he never told me one way or the other if he thought men should serve. As far as I knew he was in favor of traditional gender roles.


“What if” Summer and Kimber refused to help keep an eye on Taylor at school and after her going through all of this with us she can’t continue? Would she be devastated and give up, saying that it can’t or doesn’t work?


There were dozens of scenarios that went through my mind, but some of them came back to my own situation.


“What if” they ask me a question and Tom tells me that explicit and honest is how I have to answer it? There is honest, and then there is being explicit in your response, and that can make things very awkward and embarrassing for me. How would they react if they knew I was often willingly trained this same way by Tom in private?


Tom said that there was one final thing Taylor had to do in order to be accepted into this discipline training. She looked perturbed that he hadn’t already made up his mind to continue it.


“Look…” Tom told her that she had done very well so far begging everyone’s acceptance and apologizing to them. “You’ve learned some basics and shown you physically can perform the positions, and that you can take having your body treated roughly as it’s going to be on a daily basis.” Tom said he was proud she wasn’t a delicate little flower that would wilt and cry at the first slap.


“Thank you, Master,” Taylor said, impatiently adding, “Then why are there still more tests?”


“I’m still not convinced you can handle everything that will be expected of you.” Tom said that Cadmus had been an adequate replacement, but held up Antioch. The black latex plug was the largest of the set, and by no means as big as what I wore in my ass, but that if she wanted this then she would wear him and not complain. “If you want this training, then prove it by asking to have Cadmus removed, cleaning it, lubricating Antioch and asking to have him shoved up your ass so you can wear him proudly around the house,” he said of the six-inch-long slightly curved plug.


Taylor’s eyes got big as she looked at the length. I wanted to tell her that the WIDTH is what to be concerned about, and that once it’s in, the length just goes up your intestines and is more for show.


“Do you think it’ll fit up my ass, Sir?” Taylor asked with a concerned expression.


“If it doesn’t, then we’ll make it fit.” Tom confidentially promised her that she was ready. “You have to decide you are ready for it, though. You have to want it and beg for it. If you can convince me you do, then I’ll accept you as my student and train you to be a better person. If you want to continue to play around with a toy for tight asses, then we can put you back in choice two and be done with this,” Tom suggested.


Taylor got into the punishment position with her hands still tied behind her back. She could lift her ass cheeks apart with two fingers at the bottom of her cheeks. She faced her ass towards Tom and smiled over her shoulder at him to ask if this was the correct position to prove her willingness to proceed.


“Technically, your ass should be facing the couch, but since I’m the one you’re trying to convince, I’ll let you start,” Tom answered her.


“Thank you, Master.” She began by stating exactly what she wanted: “Please, Master, will you remove Cadmus from my asshole and stick HIM in my mouth so that I can clean him? I’m not allowed to touch him for fear I may play around.”


“Why?” Tom crossed his arms in front of his chest as he stared at her ass. I could see his dick was hard in his jeans and I smiled – I knew he’d be pounding my pussy tonight. I didn’t blame him for getting aroused. It wasn’t HER that was turning him on – just the situation, I told myself, and I could understand that. I was turned-on as well, and dripping wet, although no one noticed; I was probably blushing and had goosebumps all along my arm just thinking about what Tom would do to me tonight.


“I’m trying to demonstrate that I’m willing to be a good little slut with no shame about standing here naked and fully exposed in front of everyone. Please let me clean Cadmus so that I can put him away and graduate to Antioch? I don’t want to remain a tight ass any longer – train me to be a good girl, Master!” Taylor was flawlessly submissive in her delivery. She was equal parts sexy and nonaggressive in the way she spoke. She was clear and didn’t mumble. I only hoped I was just as good in the same situation.


Tom reached behind her and put his hands on Cadmus and tugged – masturbating it in and out.


“Jeez.” Summer rolled her eyes, saying that all we seemed to do was stick things in and out of our butts. “If putting things up her ass is going to make her a better person, then Kimber would be Mother Theresa!”


“That isn’t nice!” Kimber whined.


“I mean, how about you put something in that gaping, wet pussy of hers?” Summer ignored her friend’s protests and suggested Tom train her pussy.


“Cunt training is a little more advanced, and it’s going to happen, but when I say she’s ready and not you,” Tom said dismissively to quiet the two girls down. “Every hole will be trained – including gags. I am introducing these lessons one at a time,” Tom promised.


I was surprised he was going to go that far, but I understood. He wouldn’t expect her to shave her pussy and pretend it had a force bubble around it that couldn’t be penetrated.


“The entire body is in play now.” Tom said that before he was focusing on the ass because it was the easiest of the body parts and provided the most cushioning. “Earlobes to big toes to the piss-flaps are in bounds now,” he said.


They collected their things and left shortly after, but promised they’d be by in the morning to collect Taylor. “Your dad is kind of a dick, but he’s also kind of hot – we wouldn’t miss this fucking train-wreck for the world,” Summer said as she left.


I wasn’t too shocked by the girls leaving right before dinner. They customarily didn’t stay for meals. I wouldn’t say they had an eating disorder, because while thin, they were still both healthy; but neither of them liked to be seen actually eating. They considered it “gross” to sit around the table with a family. I supposed at their homes they all ate separately, and mostly junk food or microwave dinners.


Kimber kissed Taylor on the forehead and said she thought she was very brave for living as she felt she should. “If everyone in the world who wanted to be something else did it, we’d probably all be who we wanted to be.” She followed her friend out.


“Thank you, Ma’am! That means a lot,” Taylor said as Kimber left, and then continued to plead to have Cadmus removed and replaced with a bigger plug.


“You’ll do what you’re told, when you’re told, and not complain, whine or generally be a brat outwardly. You will embrace your duties with enthusiasm and meet all expectations – striving to impress me with a willingness to change and learn from the training by exceeding those expectations,” Tom asked if she agreed as he removed Cadmus. Her asshole made a quiet fripping noise as she released a little pent-up gas. It seemed to me as though she anticipated it and purposely tried to minimize any vulgar sounds. The kids barely giggled at the sound of their sister’s hissing asshole.


“Yes, Master, if I’m able to do it, then I’ll do my best to not complain,” Taylor promised, but then added, “However, if I do complain or fail to perform to the best of my ability, then I ask that you discipline me so that I will try harder. I also ask everyone in the room to tell Master if they hear me mumble a complaint or see me half-ass a task and sweep something under the rug when I should have bent down and picked it up,” she asked.


Tom told her to open wide and then stuffed the sweaty, well-used plug into her mouth to clean. He left it there for a good thirty seconds while he told her something.


“Fart Face, you’re going to be my pet project. You’re going to be someone to be proud of. I’m glad you have the courage to admit your shortcomings and to ask us for help. I think you’ve demonstrated the mental maturity to accept training. Do you have anything to say before I let you lubricate Antioch?” He removed Cadmus once he was ready, and handed it to me to return to his place upstairs.


“Yes, Master, I know you’re doing this for my own good, and I hope that even if Antioch doesn’t fit – there’s no other way for me to show how sorry I am and willing to change than this, and I thank you for the opportunity to show everyone in the house that I’m trying, Sir,” she said.


“It’s going to fit.” Tom put the fresh new plug Antioch in her mouth. She almost gagged on it.


“Squeeze your nail into your left thumb,” I told my daughter while she choked on the six-inch plug, and her eyes started to water as she gurgled.


She looked at me helplessly while she struggled with the larger plug in her mouth, still bent over at the waist.


“Make a fist with your left hand.” Tom took the plug out and then reinserted it after giving Taylor a change to catch her breath.


She nodded this time and found it much easier to swallow.


“That works too.” He smiled at me knowingly. “It works differently for different girls.”


I was actually surprised Donny or Scotty had nothing snarky to say about that. They sat in stunned silence with their mouths hanging open. I noticed a growing bulge in my eldest son’s jeans. I couldn’t fault him for being turned on watching any girl being choked with a black rubber phallus. I was turned on myself by the scene, and more than a little envious for Tom’s attention. I told myself that the payoff would be later tonight when he ravished me.


I knew Scotty and Donny surfed a lot of Internet porn and masturbated fairly regularly, like most teenage boys their age probably did, and I accepted that without openly acknowledging it. They had to know I knew, and as long as I don’t catch them in the act and they said nothing about it, we just never spoke of it.


Scotty and Donny both have their own computer because Tom is a huge believer in technology and frequently upgrades his computers, so they have his older hand-me-downs. I did laundry and found old cummy socks and white-stained underwear all the time, and never said anything. I would definitely not say anything if there was a sudden increase in masturbation at the Swift household, as long as they were discreet about it.


If you shake up a Sprite bottle every day, all the time, just seeing all of this, the bottle was bound to explode. I would need to learn to be good with that.


It’s a shame that all that cum goes to waste in their socks, sheets and tissue papers. Tom’s warm cum dripping down my face or in my mouth usually makes me feel very submissive and womanly – it puts me in my place, and I treat it like its precious, drinking every drop only after he finishes enjoying my glazed face or watching me play with it on my tongue.


Tom’s semen IS precious – because I missed my husband’s spunk something awful and was excited to get him in the bedroom tonight. He called me a jizz-gobbler, semen demon, sperm monkey, hungry cock hound, all of which is absolutely true. I loved the male form, but belonged to one man.


I was never really all that horny at Taylor’s age, when guys were definitely interested in porking me nonstop. I could have been young, dumb, and full of cum, like a lot of my high school friends, but I simply had no interest. I was the stingy, non-affectionate, controlling type of girl that Tom described when he talked about Taylor’s shortcomings.


Now that I was in my early 40’s and had been trained, I was probably as horny as the average high school boy – which is to say I was always ready for Tom to take me. If he wanted to go upstairs right this minute, I wouldn’t have protested.


I’m very into a green earth, recycling and finding uses for natural resources. I felt a little silly and kind of dirty thinking that there may be some girl out there who’d benefit from all that boy-spunk getting shot all over computer screens and in their hands while they fantasize about those very same girls.


Tom almost caught me playing with my nipple while I watched him gag and train Taylor, but I pretended I was scratching myself.


“I don’t understand something.” Janie looked angry when she was confused, as if she thought someone was trying to trick her. It was not a good look across such a pretty face. “You said that she has to do this to prove she wants to be trained, but you also said there’s no way she can fail – so what’s the point?” she asked.


“You ask good questions.” Tom made Taylor sniff the plug and lick it one last time before he took it from her mouth to place on the ground, sticking straight up. “I’ll make sure she cannot fail, but Fart Face has to actually try, and this is the metaphor for how ALL of the training is going to work. I’m going to make it fit even if it’s uncomfortable and stretches her, but she has to be the one to actually try,” Tom explained. This was their new partnership, of sorts.


“Why does she need to wear a bigger one? To have a bigger you-know-what?” Janie asked.


“No, I don’t know what,” Tom said. He pointed to the carpet and guided Taylor to squat with her legs apart and sit down on the butt-plug while he held her ass-cheeks apart and let her drop slowly.


“A bigger butt-hole!” Janie scrunched her nose as if the word was gross.


“You’re going to have to be explicit in talking about your sister. She has three holes – a mouth-hole, a cunt-hole and an asshole. This is not a butt-hole. You get to have a butt-hole. Your sister has an ASShole.” Tom stuck his finger in Taylor’s butt right in front of her.


“You stuck your finger in her butt!!!”Janie said in shock.


Taylor’s eyes went wide in surprise when she felt her father’s finger exploring her back door, but I think more so because Janie had made it sound so alarming. I knew even Taylor was embarrassed. She’d really surprised me by how willing she’d been to get naked like this, but I was glad she was still human after all and could be shocked.


“I’m going to be making sure Fart Face doesn’t have any shit backed up, otherwise it won’t fit and will be all over the plug. This is one reason I don’t want you guys having to help your sister with this. She’s not allowed to walk around here with an ass full of shit. She’ll have set times to empty her bowels, and we’ll check her every time so there are no little turd-balls stuck up there,” Tom said.


Janie, Scotty, and Donny giggled at the word “turd”, and I think Tom knew that they would when he said it so cutely. They didn’t have a problem with him sticking the finger in Taylor’s mouth when he explained that was no different than Cadmus.


Taylor grunted as she sat down on the tip of Antioch and Tom pressed the small of her back, inviting her to wriggle herself the rest of the way down rather than force it.


Her pussy was dripping wet and sticky all over her thighs.


Tom reminded me to make sure she shaved completely.


“How does she shave? Like you do Daddy?” Janie asked innocently.


“If it’s alright with you, Sir…” I asked my husband if I could let Janie come in the bathroom and watch so she could learn hygiene, too.


Tom looked up at me as Taylor was mid-way down on Antioch and struggling with the bigger plug tickling her anal cavity. “Maybe I haven’t been clear about the rules.” He looked frustrated as he explained “Fart Face has NO privacy. She will not be shutting doors around here. You can get a warm bowl of water and have her squat over a towel and shave in the living room right here so that they can all see she keeps it hairless.”


He could tell from my expression I thought that was a bit extreme. I shave like that for him in the bedroom, and it’s difficult to keep balance while essentially playing with yourself to pull your flaps, folds and wrinkles apart to shave cunt and the entire ass, including the crack.


“They’re going to see the end result, and once shaved her cunt-meat will be on display with absolutely nothing hiding it,” Tom pinched a tuft of uneven, coarse pubic hair on his daughter’s pussy in disgust. “None of you HAVE to watch.” Tom made it clear he didn’t expect that, but that there would be no backroom training any longer. “It’ll all be done out in the open. Our rule of thumb is that if we’re too uncomfortable with any of you watching us do it, then we probably shouldn’t be doing it,” Tom explained.


That did make sense on many levels, and would serve to ensure that no one thought more was happening than it was.


I also knew that unless there was a very special video game raid the boys had to do, they’d be watching.


“So to be clear, Sir? I cannot shut any doors here?” Taylor was three quarters down the plug, but the base is the hardest part and she was bearing down on it to get it seated without touching it.


“You may shut the exterior doors when you come in or if you’re told to shut a door. You may shut a door when you leave a room,” Tom thought about that before changing his mind. “Then you’d be closing the door to the room you just entered.” He puzzled about that and finally decided that Taylor could only close exterior doors.


Scotty and Donny were enthusiastically smiling, but Tom told them, “That doesn’t mean I want you spying on your sister intentionally. If she’s sleeping in her room and you pass by you can glance in, but don’t just hang out in the hallway gawking at her.”


“Well, there goes MY Saturday night,” Scotty joked.


Taylor flashed him an evil glance before realizing he was kidding as she grunted and toiled to finish her final test before beginning her re-education.


“I thought you had a date with that pretty girl from the Halloween store?” Tom reminded him. He was secretly very proud of Donny and Scotty for getting that date. I am sure Tom had his doubts about the girl’s sincerity after seeing the costumes they chose but teenagers these days liked to do really goofy, dorky things we never would have when I was growing up. I think Tom felt Scotty may actually have a viable chance with Gloria, but not so much Donny with Hope.


The two girls were both tall, beautiful cheerleaders and Gloria had to be in at least 11th grade while Scotty was just a freshman, fairly average-looking and not that athletic. There was nothing remarkable enough about him that those girls would INVITE him to hang out. I decided not to think too hard about it – it was an opportunity for them both and I was happy for them.


“She HAS a boyfriend, Dad,” Scotty confirmed that he was skeptical too. “I mean, not that it matters. 10 out of 10 – would bang,” he was also naively hopeful. “It’s not a date anyway – we are going trick or treating and that is not until Halloween!”


“She wouldn’t let you bang her!” Donny teasingly argued with his brother.


“You don’t know! Cheerleaders at our school have a reputation for being sluts!” Scotty argued back.


“Sluts for jocks!” Donny was the pessimist of the two boys for sure. He explained that each varsity athlete is assigned his own spirit girl that carries his books and probably, “sucks his dicks.”


They had spirit girls back in my high school days too. The cheerleaders would be assigned one of their senior athletes on the varsity team and usually make signs and banners for him with his name on it to show school spirit.


“Watch the language, guys,” Tom warned the boys out of habit before realizing that he personally had changed the house rules.


His daughter was naked while sitting in the living room, on a butt-plug that was almost packed all the way up her ass and he had earlier told everyone they were allowed to cuss.


“Okay I did tell you that you could cuss; but if you ARE going to cuss, at least consider the audience and how you phrase things. You don’t know what those cheerleaders actually do or do not do. It’s probably just a rumor or something one girl did and the rest of them have to live with that reputation,” Tom could admit when he was wrong but corrected Donny as well “…and jocks may be a lot of things, but they only have one dick - not multiple dicks, Son.”


“You know what I mean, Dad.” Scotty explained that he had meant to say, “…that they suck the assigned athlete’s dick and any dicks of the other guys he tells her to.”


I think it was very hard for the Swift family men to just come right out and admit when they’re wrong without some kind of justification. Tom could do it, but I knew it was something even he struggled with, like just now when he told them not to cuss.


There was no “pop” sound when Taylor’s ass finally hit the carpet, and she seemed surprised. Tom told her to grind her ass into the carpet to get it seated, and to stand up with her ass-cheeks clenched.


Taylor acknowledged him and stood, and her siblings applauded! Antioch was stuck in her ass.


“Does it feel any different?” Tom asked, flicking the black latex between her cheeks.


“Oh! Yes, Master!” Taylor’s eyes were wide with excitement. She was turned-on, and her tits were getting full with blood while her heartbeat raced as the adrenalin pumped through her body. I knew this look firsthand, and she was at a point of frenzy that she’d probably jump on any hard dick she could, if she had the chance.


Tom made her walk around, and Taylor had trouble closing her legs. She walked a little bowlegged as she adjusted to the size of the plug sticking slightly out of her ass.


“It’s going to feel a bit like a corn cob,” Tom chuckled, as he told her to fetch Angel so he could correct her while she helped me make dinner.


She walked over and picked up the white leather crop with her teeth by bending over at the waist. I thought she would lose the plug as it started to hang out on its own.


“That’s fine.” Tom saw and told her to bring him the crop, and he would show her what to do if that happens.


He smacked her on the thighs after removing the crop from her mouth. “You ask permission to re-seat Antioch and once granted, curtsy, thank your betters and sit again on the ground, never on a seat. Do you know why?” Tom asked.


“So I know I’m below you and that I’ve lost the privilege of furniture, Master?” Taylor asked.


“You sound like you’re guessing. If you aren’t sure, it’s okay to tell me that rather than guess.” Tom smacked her under her tits crisply. “You’re partially correct. You ARE furniture now. Your sweat is dripping down your ass-crack and your cunt is wet. I’m not going to punish you for that, because I understand why you’d be aroused from the rope and the new plug, but I don’t want you getting snail-trails over your mother’s expensive furniture,” Tom explained.


Taylor smiled when she heard that she wouldn’t be punished and thanked him for his generosity and understanding, but there was a subtle passive-aggressiveness to her response that made me think she was disappointed.


Tom must have picked up on it too, because he reminded her that she was going to be punished for something else entirely.