CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal October 10^th (Monday) 2016. Late afternoon.

I was upstairs cleaning up the house in my usual manner. I knew Taylor had to babysit tonight, and I’m a creature of routine anyway, so I wouldn’t have known what else to do with myself. I would have felt guilty just sitting on the couch watching Oprah or Jerry Springer.

I happened to notice my son Donny’s computer was still on. The screen said that Windows was trying to shut down and was asking permission to close some applications before it did. I’m not a very techie person, but I’ve had this happen to me before when I choose close and then walk away from the computer and it never really shuts down.

I thought nothing of cancelling it so that I could shut it down properly. However, I noticed that my son’s browser was open to porn. I knew that Scotty and Donny both look at porn, and it was one of those open secrets that I’d just rather not know about. As long as they’re discreet about it, I am way past checking their browser history and trying to install internet guards.

We were going to do that years ago when they were younger, but Tom works in IT and knew the boys could get around anything he set up. He told me that proxy servers and cell phones and easy access to computers made it easier than ever, and if they’re going to surf porn like most boys do, then at least let’s hope they’re responsible about it.

However, leaving up the website you used to spank your monkey so your mom can find it is not responsible, and now I was curious.

The site was slutsofbuckman.com and it apparently cost $19.99 a month to subscribe. I couldn’t imagine anyone paying for what’s freely available to Google search, so I was just curious what was on this site that made it worth that much.

There was a “Free Sample” area, and Donny had apparently clicked on and watched every link.

They had titles like

“See Uncle Ted’s wife beat her daughter’s ass naked down at the Semen Hole,”

A beautiful woman my age and what could be her blonde daughter, both tattooed and pierced and with the word WHORE on their asses, were wrestling naked in mud while a throng of rednecks cheered and drank beer. I was committed to Tom, but I wondered how hard-core these two women were to get actual tattoos on their asses of the word ‘whore’ for the world to see. I shuddered at the thought and hoped the tattoos were just temporary or fake.

“Spank your Monkey while Uncle Ted beats his Flunky Junkie!”

This video was of a short stubby little man with a scruffy beard, who was apparently Ted, and a skinny wimp of a man that he called “Meth-Head Bill” and that name definitely fit.

Meth-Head Bill was naked and wearing only a small cock cage with a butt plug attachment in the back that stretched his balls between his legs. He had tattoos all over him and piercings very similar to all of the women hanging from his nipples and his cock head. I winced at how painful they looked. It looked like they wrote what a pathetic loser he was all over him.

Ted grabbed him by the hair and slapped his face, while spitting in his face as he denigrated him. I wasn’t sure how this was porn but at the thirty second mark Ted brought Bill’s wife into the scene.

She was heavy and had tits about as large as mine, but she had a cupie-doll face and pretty blue eyes. He had written WH on her left cheek and RE on the right cheek of her face and she had a matching tattoo on her ass of the same thing.

He led her around on a leash in front of Bill and asked if he would like to fuck her. Bill initially told him ‘no’, seemingly out of fear of retaliation from Ted. Ted grabbed Bill by his cock cage and said, “I just invited you to the pussy bar and told you that the first drink is on me and you refuse my invitation?”

It was extremely intense and I almost believed this one was a real interaction and not something trained actors had made.

“Watch Maw-Maw suck 16 nigger dicks to completion in 2 minutes while getting fucked in the ass by the Dil-Dozer!”

I found it hard to believe this woman was real. She was heavy and had tits even larger than my own. She was completely naked and appeared to be in the front yard of her trailer. I had to believe this was a set someplace, and people in the trailer park wouldn’t put up with what was essentially a gang-bang: 16 black guys lined up and she expertly sucked off each one, while someone from behind her operated a jackhammer-style device that had been modified to have one large dildo on the business end.

I was shocked that such a woman existed, and wondered: if this is what she did on video for the entire internet to see, then what kind of debauchery was she engaged in behind closed doors? I could tell she was an expert at sucking dicks, because she popped each guy like a lollipop she could instantly get to the center of. I had to believe there were some girls off-camera acting as fluffers to get these guys ready so they could cum that quickly – but if not, then my hat’s off to her, she’s an even better cocksucker than me!

This had to be some kind of hillbilly hee-haw extreme porn, and I was surprised at Donny, that it turned him on. I had to admit it bordered on the hilarious, and yet these women may clearly live a totally different and more extreme lifestyle than I could even imagine for myself.

The woman calling herself Maw-Maw had the look of a lifelong submissive on her face, but she could have easily have been a librarian or a teacher. She was quite beautiful in the face, almost as if she was this beautiful woman wearing a fat suit. She had to have sucked a LOT of cocks to be able to take that many men, even with fluffers, and satisfy each one so quickly. I could probably have done two or three in the same time, and I considered myself to be a really amazing cocksucker.

“See April and Tawny get into a pissing match!”

I honestly thought it was going to be two women slap-fighting and pulling each other’s hair over some kind of dispute.

I could hardly believe it, but the two girls were squatting in broad daylight in the middle of the street of this supposed trailer park with their hands bound to their ankles. They were quite pretty and the blonde was tall, athletic, and probably barely twenty years old while the brunette looked to me to be in her late thirties. The brunette was a classic beauty with perky natural tits and wore her hair like Daisy Duke from the original TV show.

The game they made the two of them play was to have them waddle down the street wth a crowd of onlookers cheering as they both peed in a straight line. The winner was the one who could pee the furthest before stopping. I didn’t watch the video to the very end but I wondered what kind of possible prize could either of those girls have received as incentive to play a game like that?

They definitely seemed very competitive and that made it kind of hot to watch.

“Now two biker bitches race! Candy and Angel compete to see who is the biggest whore while their brother watches!”

I found it a little hard to believe that they would let their brother on the site of a porn shoot, and assumed the young guy with blonde hair they got to play the brother was just an actor. He was a little too handsome to be anything else. The two girls were in thongs, and had their nipples tied to pallets containing beer, which they pulled behind them in a race. The same rednecks from earlier were cheering them on.

I suddenly didn’t feel quite so bad about participating in the Frolicon 2003 submissive races. It wasn’t quite as humiliating as being the subject of what must have been clearly a faked video.

I did wonder, though, if the fact the brother was there turned Donny on because it was considered taboo, or if I was reading too much into that and it just happened to be the last website Donny visited before he finished pleasuring himself, and nothing more.

I didn’t look at all the other titles, but the captions included “Vanessa and Selena take on all-cummers”, “Watch the Girls of the Buckman shit and shower in the yard before starting a day fucking and sucking like good whores” and “Baby-Doll trained by Big Mike”.

One thing the videos accomplished for me was that I didn’t feel so bad now about the video of my spanking being uploaded to the cloud. It wouldn’t even rank on a website as far out and over-the-top as this one as being interesting. “Man spanks woman in the privacy of their own home”.

Donny definitely had some interesting and admittedly questionable taste in porn. I smiled though because I knew his biological father and his adopted father most certainly did as well and whatever gets them over the finish line is fine with me. “There is a kink out there to satisfy everyone’s curiosity and craving,” I thought to myself as I finished looking at his computer.

I wondered if I should have mentioned what I discovered on Donny’s computer to Tom. I didn’t want to bother him, since he was flying out to Georgia, and we knew they looked at porn. There were worse things he could be into. I closed the browser and shut down the computer.

Once I was done straightening around Donny’s computer desk I accidentally stepped in something slimy and it slid between my toes. I was still naked and barefoot from my outside chores. I squatted down to touch it and put it to my nose.

There weren’t many possibilities as to what this could be, and yet I stuck out my tongue to taste it anyway. It was definitely a wad of fairly fresh cum from this morning on a tissue paper.

I don’t deal well with confrontation, and I didn’t want to say anything to Donny about it, but I couldn’t have him cumming all over his room like this, either. I didn’t want to embarrass him by having his father speak to him – especially considering what Donny has seen the last few days, he would need an outlet.

I quietly cleaned it up, and before long I found several other wads of cum under his desk. It seemed like such a waste of man-juice to just dump it under a desk instead of in a girl. I wasn’t sure what Donny’s chances are with Hope Miller, but I made a mental note to buy him some condoms the next time I go to the store, just in case.

Scotty’s room had even more hidden pockets of cum. I found them under his desk, in between pages of dirty magazines, in his socks, and he even came on a hot pocket that he never ate and left on a plate in his room.

Boys will be boys.

October 10^th, 2016 - MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL

Unlike most days, Scotty, Donny, and Taylor all arrived at the same time. She usually cut class or came home later than they did.

I saw Taylor walk up with Kimber and Summer, but the banshees left once they got to our mailbox. Taylor looked a little worn-out, but no worse for the wear. Donny and Scotty escorted her to the back yard.

Donny knocked on the sliding glass door and I came and opened it for him. “I think Mr. Goldman is watching from the other side of the fence, so can Taylor come and undress inside?” he asked.

“I don’t see why Mr. Goldman being on his property would mean that Taylor could violate your father’s rules, do you?” I smiled. I knew Tom would have approved.

Donny didn’t argue the point. He quickly turned to face his sister. “Hey, you have to undress, Mom said.”

I felt a little guilty, but I went ahead and locked the sliding glass door again and went about getting things ready in the house. I probably should have armed her on what to say to him when he undoubtedly talks to them. I waited a full thirty seconds and came walking out in the backyard to ask what was taking so long.

“Nothing, Ma’am.” Taylor seemed surprised to see me standing out on the patio with my hands on my hips watching her. My daughter was in the middle of folding up her skirt and top. The boys had unclasped her wrist cuffs and she was down to just the collar and high heels.

I noticed the gym shoe that held her lunch was completely empty – I was actually surprised she hadn’t ditched it.

“Did you eat EVERYTHING in this or just throw it out?” I picked up the shoe to examine it.

“I ate most of it, Ma’am!” Taylor said.

“In the future,” I informed her, “I want you to leave any uneaten portion in the shoe. Waste not want not – you will eat the rest when you get home!”

“I understand Ma’am,” Taylor answered me with a nervous look on her face. I felt like I was actually intimidating her, which felt strange to me. My eldest daughter used to seem completely unflappable and barely listened to me, much less seemed concerned when I stared at her disapprovingly.

The shoe was surprisingly clean but for I’d have to find a way to sanitize it if I wanted to continue her father’s lesson in wasting money on absurdly expensive luxuries like these shoes. They cost 500 dollars but looked like 12 dollar shoes; and to Taylor’s friends that is exactly why they cost 500 dollars in the first place.

I quickly inventoried what else she brought home and saw that she must have left her panties at school.

“Where are your panties?” I raised my voice. Taylor was and always will be a sassy little bitch and I thought to myself that if I pushed her buttons right she’d snap back to that old persona and reveal she was just pretending to be submissive and polite. I was confused by her acquiescence to my demands and authority – it seemed surreal.

“In my cunt, Ma’am?” Taylor said sheepishly while her brothers snorted their laughter.

“Show me that you didn’t just ditch them like usual.” I thrust out my hand and waited for her to prove she’d lied and didn’t have them after all.

Taylor put two fingers in her pussy and popped the tiny pair of panties out for me.

“These panties are soaked!” I was surprised she’d actually pulled the tiny balled up panties out of her pussy right in front of me. I was beginning to actually believe she was really taking her discipline seriously and me as an authority figure.

It was only moments after I said something about wet panties that almost on cue my voyeuristic neighbor Mr. Goldman began a slow and steady fup-fup-fup as he beat off next to the fence.

“Sorry, Ma’am, I couldn’t help it,” she said.

I flicked her nipples and said she should be ashamed, walking around with her tits sticking out like that. “Do you know what kind of perverts we have in this neighborhood?” I answered my own question for her, “Dirty men that would love nothing better than to see a teenage girl with hard nipples dressed like a whore strutting down the street for everyone to see!”

Mr. Goldman coughed. It was a discreet cough, and the flapping of his dick stopped all of a sudden, as if he was afraid he’d been discovered.

“What was that?” Scotty asked with a mystified look on his face – he really had no idea that the neighbor was jerking off a mere 10 feet away from where he was standing.

“I think it’s just a hummingbird.” I lied and said that I had heard it outside earlier. Taylor instantly guessed who it was and what he was doing and smiled at me. She knew I was play-acting now, and she actually grinned.

“I’ve been working on your Halloween costume, but I’m not sure about it,” I said to Taylor as I held her wet panties in one hand and squeezed the juice from it absent-mindedly. “I know you want it to be authentic, but I’m worried it may be too revealing,” I said.

Taylor wasn’t sure where I was going with my personal little jenga game of toying with the neighbor. In truth, I wasn’t sure why I was doing it, other than a perverse little pleasure at playing with his head.

In order to finish my little game I had to lead Taylor down the path of goofing on Mr. Goldman by putting her in the Heel position on all fours like a puppy, with her legs parted and directed right at the fence where I’d heard him earlier.

“I thought Fart Face was going as a slutty slut?” Donny seemed confused by the ruse. Yesterday we’d told the Halloween store manager that she was going to wear the French maid-style apron out with her butt on display.

“She wants more of a puppy thing now. Who am I to stand in the way of whatever she wants?” I laughed. I was enjoying messing with Mr. Goldman’s head, but it seemed kind of funny to mess with Donny’s head too.

Donny got on board with it immediately. “Oh, that’s fucking cool!”

The pace of his fup-fup-fup began to increase, almost as direct feedback as to how hot he thought it was that she was down on the concrete of the back patio like a dog. I asked the boys if they could see her tail, or if we needed something a little more obvious.

Taylor pulled her cheeks apart dutifully, all the while knowing her butt was aimed right at the fence and the man on the other side was jerking off to her.

I went inside quickly and put Sandor on a leash and collected another of his spare leashes with the doggy bags attached to it. I brought him out and he started jumping around excitedly. “You see how Sandor is? If you’re going to be authentic, you have to learn to hop and sit up like him.” I suggested Taylor try it while I attached the spare leash to her collar.

I asked her if maybe body paint all over her would help. “It’s a fairly conservative area, but if you have body paint over every square inch of your tight little body, you could probably pull it off.”

“Yes, Ma’am, but what dog wears body paint?” she asked.

“Good point.” I asked how people reacted to her outfit today at school.

“No one even noticed,” Scotty said. He was quick to explain that kids were encouraged to wear costumes up through Halloween.

“She wasn’t even the sluttiest girl.” Donny described a girl who wore completely nude-colored spanx underwear with a padded butt and a matching bra leotard to be “Kim Kardashian Naked”.

“Oh, yeah.” Janie was already home from school and had joined us in the backyard. “I saw a boy today who went as Anthony Weiner’s Selfie!” She giggled and described a boy with no shirt wearing a frame like he was in a picture.

“Middle school sure has gotten more progressive,” I lamented, and shook my head.

“Yeah, ha-ha, nobody would really have a last name like Weiner,” she chuckled.

“Actually, I come from a long line of Weiners. My cousin on my mother’s side owns Weiner’s Wieners. It’s a kosher hot dog company...” Mr. Goldman had accidentally given himself away by interjecting into our conversation, and stopped mid-sentence.

“Mr. Goldman, is that you on the other side of the fence?” I asked as I held the leash around my daughter’s neck, and Sandor barked at him.

“No, it’s not,” Mr. Goldman said, and then I heard his little feet run off back to his house just as fast as they would carry him across his yard.

October 10^th, 2016 - MONDAY AROUND 5PM.

Once things had settled down after school, we had a good laugh at Mr. Goldman’s expense. Things became fairly casual without Tom there. Taylor followed me around helping me, but she mostly watched.

The boys had begun playing video games and Janie was upstairs playing with her Barbies. I warned her not to tie any of them up, jokingly. The boys had told me privately that they had checked on their sister, and that Kimber and Summer had made her behave respectfully to them and carry their food trays. They said that it was fairly obvious she didn’t have panties on today, but that she wasn’t the only girl like that today.

I waited for them to stop raising their eyebrows up and down rapidly and grinning about it before they continued on their report of her behavior. They said she was a little rude to people and probably did go to the bathroom on her own, but that was because Summer and Kimber ditched her to cut class.

I thanked them both for the report, and said that was above and beyond what their father had told them to do. “He didn’t want your schoolwork to suffer, so maybe for now just keep an eye on her. But if you need to focus on classwork, then that takes precedent,” I instructed them.

“Mom, you’re talking to Donny J. Swift. I’m in all AP classes, and I can sleep through half of them,” he said confidently.

“You shouldn’t sleep through any of them,” I said with a scowl.

I’d also informed the kids their father would be away for a few days. He’d always kept a packed bag at the office, so they wouldn’t see him at all until he returned. They normally could really care less, and the only person who seemed disappointed was Taylor.

It felt different without his presence there. He could make it feel like formal training was happening when he was there, but when he wasn’t I just felt like I was in a holding pattern. There was such a powerful dynamic in him that brought an energy to the room, and I didn’t feel the same sense of urgency in Taylor’s step now.

I promised her that her training would continue, and told her that I would show her how to shave properly before she went to babysit tonight.

“Are you going to demonstrate on yourself, Mom?” Scotty chuckled.

“Nobody wants to see that,” I joked back. I knew Scotty was only kidding, and I didn’t take his suggestion seriously.

“Mr. Goldman would!” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure Mr. Goldman would like to see any woman naked,” I giggled.

I took Taylor upstairs to get the supplies we’d need to shave. I always shaved in the privacy of our bedroom using the exact same ritual, and we would need a towel, a bowl of warm water, shaving cream, and razors.

“Ma’am, can I ask you something about the butt-plug?”

“You can ask me anything,” I told her, but said that whether I answered or not was up to me.

She seemed impressed with that response, so I didn’t mention that her father had told it to me a long time ago and pretended I’d just thought of it.

“Is seating it up my ass sort of like what butt-fucking feels like?” She asked an innocent enough yet highly uncomfortable question for a mother to hear her daughter ask.

Tom would have probably asked why she wanted to know that, to see if she was curious about trying anal sex. I, on the other hand, knew that was a fairly natural question because when I first started wearing butt-plugs, I knew I was being groomed to take it in the ass and become a three-hole-whore to Tom.

“No, it’s not exactly the same as taking a dick up the ass,” I smirked, thinking she would probably find out in good time that the man is bucking and humping and forcing it down your ass; it changes the entire dynamic.

“Oh, I know that…” Taylor started to say, but I stopped her.

“You are a virgin, aren’t you?” I asked her to be straight with me.

“No, I’m not, Ma’am.” Taylor became uncomfortable “I mean not technically, no.”

“Sticking a tampon into your diddle-hole doesn’t make you a non-virgin.” I put my hands on my hips and told her what my mother told me when I was that age about anal sex: “The poop-hole was no loophole, either.”

She seemed confused, so I spelled out the question for her. “If you’ve taken a real-life cock on a man in either your pussy or your asshole, then you’re not a virgin. Have you done either of those things?”

“No Ma’am, I haven’t, but PLEASE, Please, PLEASE, don’t tell anyone, okay?” she asked me, and held up a pinky to pinky-swear.

We haven’t pinky-swore over anything since she was six years old and broke the first one with me. I can’t even remember what it was – it was something trivial, like not taking some cookies from the cookie jar when I wasn’t looking. Once she broke my trust I never again offered to pinky-swear with her, and I never started it with Janie, either.

It had been important to me to establish trust, and it seems silly now, looking back, to expect a six-year-old to take a pinky-swear seriously. I smiled and offered my pinky, but added, “You know your father’s feelings about lying, though. If he asks me directly, then I have to tell him what I know,” I said.

“As long as you don’t offer it or advertise it, Ma’am.” Taylor said she liked that most guys thought she was a bad girl. I asked her why, and she told me it took the pressure off her to prove herself. “If they think I’m a slut who can get dick any time I want a hard one, like I would a popsicle from the fridge, then when I deny them it’s not because I’m just a tight-ass virgin who’s afraid. It’s because I’ve already had my share of dicks, and theirs does not impress or make me curious,” she said.

I was impressed by how intelligent she was.

“It’s a shame it took discipline like this for us to really talk.” I admitted to her that I was happy that we were, though. “So is there a dick that makes you curious?”

“No, not really, Ma’am,” Taylor admitted, and I believed her. She had never been boy-crazy. If anything, she’d been very antisocial and uninterested in them. The more popular the boy, the less she liked him.

“What about Brandon?” I asked.

“Oh, him?” Taylor spoke casually, even though she was standing in a pair of high heels, naked, in my bedroom, holding a bowl of warm water I was going to make her shave her pussy with. “He’s just Donny’s friend. He’s asked me out like a dozen times, and I just felt kind of guilty for basically shitting on him every time he does and pretending I can’t hear him or something.”

Taylor admitted she liked saying things like, “You’re such a nice guy,” just to hurt his feelings.

“Why would being told he’s a nice guy hurt his feelings?” I asked.

“You’re such a square, Ma’am,” Taylor chuckled at how lost I would be in her world. “Nice guy is like a cuck – it’s not seen as a good thing, and it undermines his confidence. I enjoyed doing that just to hurt him, to make myself feel better about myself,” she admitted.

“No wonder your generation is so screwed up,” I said, adding that, “If being a nice guy is considered unattractive, then being a jerk is considered the ideal. No wonder so many people act completely wrong.” I shook my head before asking her what she knew about ‘cucks’.

“A cuck is a cuck, I mean. It’s…like a slang word. It means you know, Beta as fuck?” she asked.

I slapped her on the tit and reminded her that she was supposed to call me ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Mistress’. I had no idea what she had just said, either.

“I thought you hated being called ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Mistress’, and it was just us talking, so I just thought…” Taylor said.

“I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.” I slapped her on the other tit to even out the pain, and told her that I was doing it because her father told me to do it. “I’ll call you ‘Fart Face’ and train you as best as I can for as long as it takes,” I said, before explaining that a cuckold was a submissive man who usually enjoyed letting his wife take other lovers.

“That’s a cuck OLD, this is just a cuck, though, Ma’am,” Taylor explained.

I pinched her butt and told her to follow me downstairs so that I could show her how to set up and shave before the water got cold.

October 10^th, 2016 - MONDAY – CUNT SHAVING DEMONSTRATION

We laid the towels down next to the coffee table and I turned off the TVs, video games, and shut down the wireless router to get everyone’s attention. Tom insisted they be present for this first time. I told them this is where she’d be doing it in the future, and they could watch or not watch after this.

I had laid out a clear glass bowl of water, some shaving cream and a razor. Tom preferred I use a simple can of red Barbasol.

The shaving cream can had a little rust on the bottom, and I swear we’d brought it from the last two houses we lived in. Even though I used it daily, we’d never run out of shaving cream. I was always surprised by how long that can had lasted.

I placed Taylor in a kneeling position with her legs apart where she rested on the balls of her feet, and her hips were elevated off the floor about 8 inches.

“Mistress, should I face towards the couch, or face my ass towards the couch?” Taylor asked me.

I almost didn’t register her question, until I realized I had subconsciously faced her sideways so that neither side was exposed to them.

This may have been easier for me if it had been Mr. Goldman, although I have to admit that I was conflicted with a bit of remorse about the dirty game I’d just played at his expense – both of them.

First I pretended I would go trick or treating as a Dalmatian, and then I intentionally dressed-down Taylor, knowing he was watching, and reinforced the idea she would be. I probably deserved all the spankings Taylor had the day before and more for that. I think Tom may have approved, but then again he may not have approved of my being so suggestive to him.

“Face the couch with legs apart, of course.” I reminded her that her father didn’t want her to be able to hide, and that she was right for questioning the positioning. “It’s my first time setting this up, so I appreciate your patience,” I said.

It was my first time trying to be a mistress over anyone as well, and I was starting to really feel completely inadequate for the job.

“Does Antioch come out, or do I just shave around him, Mistress?” Taylor was already playing with the razor and looking around.

I wanted to smack her for playing with her razor. I should have sent her to fetch Angel, but she was already perfectly in the position to shave and I knew we had limited time. I told her that yes, Antioch does come out, and she had to beg to have it removed.

When I’m alone, Tom lets me squeeze Bud out; but it’s quite an ordeal and it involves using not only the muscles around the anus but also all of my pussy and diaphragm.

“Will you please take out Antioch, Mistress, so that I can shave my asshole and around my ass crack, pretty, pretty please then?” Taylor begged.

I really hated to be the one to pull it out.

“Ooh, I’ll do it if you don’t want to!” Scotty raised his hand as he could see my hesitancy.

“No, I should do it.” I bent over at the waist as I’ve taught Taylor and got close enough to my daughter’s ass to watch it flex and quiver as I pulled the much larger plug out slowly. There was a plop-plop-gloop sound as the textured grooves in the tip stretched, widened, and then closed her asshole as they were removed.

I was kind of thankful the boys didn’t see it because it was very graphic and highly erotic – almost like anal beads being popped out one at a time from her bottom.

Taylor cooed a little and got wet.

“Keep your hands behind your head, Fart Face,” I warned her, as she instinctively moved to touch herself.

“Is that a Kegel, Ma’am? Is what I just did one?” she asked.

“Do it again,” I came around to her front to watch as her open pussy lips lay flat and parted, dripping with cooze.

“I...I…can’t,” Taylor was trying to flex her pussy muscles and tighten them.

This is where if I were actually naked I could actually show her, but I wasn’t able to, and I didn’t want to tell her to use the muscles she uses to pee because she may actually squirt it all over the living room floor.

“Let’s do one lesson at a time and focus on the shaving ritual.” I stuffed Antioch into her mouth.

“You know, it’s funny,” Scotty said to Donny, as they sat on the couch watching her lather herself up with shaving cream.

“What’s that?” Donny asked him. They were clearly talking to each other and not intending for me to hear.

“Fart Face is always naked now, and yet I don’t really think of her as naked for some reason. It’s like the collar and the heels and the butt-plug are her clothes, and it’s just normal,” Scotty explained, as if he wasn’t sure how it could seem normal.

“I know.” Donny said that he kind of wanted to see Taylor from behind, just because now that she doesn’t have her plug up her ass he wants to see the pink of her asshole again.

I was shocked at how openly they talked about her body as if they were watching TV and Taylor couldn’t hear them, or she was some object in the room to be discussed but not talked to.

I could see Taylor’s face reflecting the humiliation she must have been feeling. She put on a tough façade of someone who either didn’t care or didn’t mind if people saw her naked and, while that may be true, what she couldn’t abide was being looked down upon. She was seeing now that the way her father had her present her nudity was robbing her of being glamorous and sexy and being in control of who saw her body.

She wasn’t Ariel Winter, the sexy Instagram star who could choose to put a risqué picture online and say, “Why is everyone so excited about my (amazing) body? It’s just a body.”

She was Fart Face, the dirty little twat squatting on the floor fully exposed, lathering up her cunt and legs to shave herself.

“You’re free to get your lazy butts off the couch and come around behind her and look at her anytime you like,” I reminded the two of them, without apologizing for eavesdropping on their conversation. They’d said it out in the living room, and I thought I may as well reinforce that Tom had set this demonstration up so that there were no mysteries and to reinforce that humiliation on Taylor.

“Nah, that’s too much effort.” Scotty slouched down on the couch, and Donny asked Taylor to get him a drink after this was all over.

“You can wait for a Pepsi when she’s free, or you can go get it yourself.” I suggested that this was going to take at least 20 minutes to do properly, and then I had some other things to teach her before she left tonight.

“Bah,” Donny got up to get the Pepsi himself, as if he were angry he had to waste his time on something trivial. He was already getting spoiled by this after a few days. He would NEVER have expected Taylor, or dared to even ask her, to get up and bring him a drink before this. He would have expected ME to do it, but never her.

I noticed he stopped behind Taylor when he stood up and looked at her asshole, then gave the thumbs-up and a smile to Scotty before turning to head to the kitchen. She slapped a big wad of shaving cream between her cheeks defiantly.

She shaved herself completely, and I showed her how to identify the grain of her skin and wash the razor with the warm water between strokes. I showed her how to lightly shave, and while she did nick herself, I was prepared with tissue.

I had her start on every part of her body before her asshole and pussy. She shaved armpits, any peach-fuzz around her ass cheeks, her legs, even a small pleasure-trail that was growing up to her belly button that was hardly noticeable.

No trace of hair escaped my attention.

I explained why the razor needed to be extra-sharp, and how stubble and tufts of hair were simply not acceptable. “Shave as if you’re trying to be completely hairless and even one loose hair is going to get you spanked, because it is,” I said.

I made her do each body part three times.

When it finally came to the sensitive part of Taylor’s pussy lips and asshole, I grew increasingly nervous that she may hurt herself. It would have been very advantageous if I could show her on myself and even have her shave me. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, and I didn’t want to traumatize her on her first try.

I emphasized that I needed the boys to stop trying to scare her or make her jump, and that I was serious.

She thanked me, even though she still had the butt-plug in her mouth.

I reached between her legs and pulled out her pussy lips and began shaving for her. I thought it may be best if she watched me.

“Muh-Muh,” she shook her head as if something was wrong, so I pulled her plug out and asked if the shaving cream had started to burn or sting.

“A little, Mistress. I assumed that was expected, like the toothpaste.” Taylor surprised me that she hadn’t complained about that, and said that she wouldn’t learn by watching, only by doing.

I let her finish on her own, and made her shave her front and back three times, until she was completely hairless.

I let her wash herself off with a washcloth, and as I was deeply aroused – and she was clearly beyond aroused, with her pussy dripping like it was producing its own after-shave, and her nipples pointing skyward – I was going to stop there and sneak off to my bedroom to masturbate.

“Now what, Ma’am?” she asked, taking a deep breath. “Do you have to check?” she said in mumbles around the gag that the others had a hard time understanding, but for some reason I guess I spoke “gagged slut”, because I understood her perfectly.

“Yes, it’s inspection time,” I sighed, and had her stand up and bend over. I turned her around so that Scotty could finally see her asshole. “Satisfied?” I asked him.

“Could you move a little to the left?” he asked, and suggested I get out of his way as he laughed and chewed on some Funyuns.

That reminded me I normally had dinner prepared by now.

“You little shit,” I joked, and wiggled my own ass in front of Taylor to block his view while I stuck my finger in her ass and wriggled it.

I stuck it in her mouth to clean, then her pussy.

“Why do you make her clean your finger if you’re just going to stick it in her pink and make her do it again?” Janie asked.

“Good question.” I started to explain, but Taylor finished for me.

“Mistress does that because it’s more hygienic. If she sticks a finger in my asshole and then puts the dirty finger in my cunt, it could give me an infection,” she said.

I nodded that was correct, and noted how well my daughter was adapting to talking with a butt-plug in her mouth.

I rubbed my hands all over her body like Tom did, and I could feel the heat and warmth as she lit up and seemed to reciprocate towards me. I wondered if it made Tom the way this made me feel to touch her. It made me feel extremely dirty; but I was completely aroused and I would have fucked that shovel handle I used to dig a hole right then, for no other reason than it was there, if I could have.

After declaring Taylor’s first shave a success, I reminded myself it wasn’t my daughter herself that was turning me on, but rather the things we were doing, and those activities were highly erotic.

I had to get dinner started and cleaned up, so I told Taylor to sit on Antioch and pick him up on her own.

She grunted and had a difficult time getting her asshole past the first couple of grooves, and apparently even accidentally performed her Kegel a few times as she flexed the walls of her pussy in the strenuous effort to reseat the plug without touching it.

Donny and Scotty stayed to watch, but Janie was already out the door to play with some friends down the street as soon as the main show was over. I told her to be back in twenty minutes because I needed her back in thirty minutes, and that was the only way she would come to dinner on time.

Once Taylor thought I was no longer listening because I was in the kitchen, she told her brothers who were teasing her, “Laugh it up,” she grunted. “If you think this is so easy, you should try it.”

“We don’t have an asshole as big as yours,” Donny laughed at his sister’s misfortune.

“You’ve looked at each other’s assholes?” I could hear the derision in Taylor’s voice as she scolded her brothers and tried to assert herself over them. I understood her reaction. She hadn’t really fundamentally changed, but she was at least trying, as far as I could tell.

Her brothers were both mocking her like Heckle and Jeckle, and she instinctively lashed out to show that even in the humiliating state, she could still put them in their place.

I wondered what Tom would do about it if he were here.

I had to make dinner and get Taylor ready to babysit.

October 10^th, 2016 - MONDAY – THE NEIGHBOR COMES TO PICK HER UP

Donny and Scotty both excused themselves upstairs in a race for their rooms before dinner. I was positive they were about to release a little teen-steam of sorts. As horny as I was, I really hated the idea of spilled cum that would go to waste.

I told Taylor to follow me to the kitchen.

“Want to bet they’re going to go jerk off, Mistress?” Taylor observed casually.

“You know, I think you’re very informal when you’re talking to me.” I became serious. “You say I’m your Mistress, and yet you talk to me like I’m an equal. You wouldn’t be this flippant if your father were here,” I said. I didn’t want to seem harsh, but the dynamic had changed without Tom’s presence.

“Geez, I was just trying to lighten things up, Ma’am.” Taylor seemed to shift to ‘Ma’am’ whenever I did something that she didn’t like or when she was around new people. “Master is NOT here, and YOU aren’t going to punish me, so I’ll slowly go back to my old behavior, and then when he gets back he can bust my ass and then when he leaves I’ll go back to my old behavior and have to do this over and over again,” she lamented.

I could see her frustration with that.

“Who said I won’t punish you?” I said.

“You don’t have it in you.” Taylor didn’t even bother with the formality to call me ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Mistress’ – it was like she was daring me to punish her.

“Go fetch Lucifer,” I instructed her.

“If you want something, then get it yourself.” Taylor stood up to my authority.

I was horrified – this was exactly why I didn’t want to do this. Tom would never stand for this, but she would never dare mount a rebellion around him.

She turned around and bent over, sticking out her ass. “Show me with your hand that you can punish me, and I’ll do whatever you say,” she dared me.

She was definitely a SAM – smart-assed masochist.

“I’m not going to play your game, and I’ve nothing to prove,” I said. The best way to deal with a SAM, I’d been told, was not to feed their desire for attention.

“That’s what I thought.” Taylor stood up defiantly.

“You’ve been doing so good, and when I tell your father…” I began, and she cut me off sharply.

“Then HE will punish me, and I’ll accept it,” Taylor promised. “I need it and deserve it and you don’t know how to do it. Master left for how many days? And I have to pretend I’m compliant and submissive? I’m not like you, I can’t just serve without question and not resist!!”

Taylor wasn’t calling me a failure – she was admitting she really did envy me.

I didn’t know whether to get a belt and beat her, or hug the shit out of her.

“When you get home from Mr. Vulgus’s tonight, I will beat you sideways until you can’t walk right. I’ll spank your cunt, your tits and your ass, and I’ll show you some punishments that even your father wouldn’t dare show you, things that’ll make your skin crawl and your body ache for a week!” I promised casually while doing the dishes.

“Really?” Taylor sounded enthusiastic.

“Really,” I confirmed for her. “You may not believe this, but I wasn’t always the well-behaved woman you see before you. I’d been raised on women’s lib and empowerment, and taught that well-behaved women rarely change the world,” I said.

“Oh, yeah, burning your bras and all that,” Taylor said.

“That was a little before my time.” Taylor was talking about the Vietnam-era women’s libbers. “I was taught that a girl can do anything a boy can do, and that girls rule and boys drool, and it took me a great amount of training to accept Tom as the ruler of my life,” I said.

“Why did you do that?” Taylor said.

“I love your father, and I realized that just because I COULD do anything a man can do, that I shouldn’t have to if I didn’t want to. Just because I COULD lead didn’t mean that I couldn’t surrender control if someone else was leading. There’s a quiet strength in submission. Some people associate it with weakness, and dominance with strength, but truth be told, most submissive women are very opinionated and strong-willed. We just don’t generally run around shooting off our mouths like you,” I said.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Taylor said after a moment’s reflection.

“Of course you are,” I turned my back on her and told her I would punish her for mouthing off as I reached in the fridge for my almond milk. This is the carton I mix any semen that’s left over from Tom into and keep in the back of the fridge.

I poured myself a giant, cold glass of almond milk and drank the whole thing down before starting dinner and continuing with my lessons about food. I was making hotdogs and beans for the kids – one of Janie’s favorites.

“What does almond milk taste like, Ma’am?” she asked.

“You don’t want this,” I said as I lifted the empty glass that had been filled with my man’s semen and almond milk and shook my head. I kept it in the fridge after our love-making and drank it with every meal at home for Tom’s pleasure. He had trained me to crave cum – to adore it and play with it in my mouth.

I could obsess over the white man-juice.

I turned my back to her, and when I turned around again Janie was guzzling straight from the carton.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I shouted as I grabbed the carton from her hands.

“Just drinking milk; what’s the big deal?” Janie said, wiping her face and looking at me with a confused expression that I would get so upset. I almost never lost my cool.

Janie and her brothers had a nasty habit of drinking juice or regular milk from the carton – which she learned from them. She could act like a Princess when she wanted to but she still farted at the table and could be just as crude as her older brothers at times like that.

“Why did you let your sister drink this?” I turned my wrath on Taylor because I was already feeling guilty for yelling at Janie. We didn’t call ‘dibs’ on food in the fridge – it was open to anyone. I had just operated under the long-time safe impression that I could dump jizz into this carton and no one would be the wiser.

“I don’t control Princess Janie,” Taylor said coyly.

I was going to smack the ever-loving shit out of Taylor. She must have known my secret and poured some of the cum-milk for Janie in front of me as another ‘fuck you’ to me the way she had when she lorded over me for the video she took of me.

“That was a sick! How dare you!” I became red in the face as I yelled at Taylor. She actually smiled and asked if I was going to punish her harder now.

I felt like Taylor had pushed me about as far as I could be pushed, and unlike Tom, who never beat me in anger, I jerked her into the living room and laid Taylor flat over my knee and began to spank her hard. I didn’t want for her to count or thank me. I just smacked over and over.

I wasn’t hitting nearly as hard as Tom did, though, and the furious spanks did little more than bruise her ego. She almost looked bored after thirty rapid-fire swats. I left her ass pink, but Tom could turn it orangeish-yellow.

“Get my hair brush! No, get me Lucifer!” I called for the paddle in the den and Janie dutifully brought it to me in her mouth.

“You don’t have to bring it in your mouth, Honey.” I took it from her, trying not to show my anger towards her – she had done nothing wrong, as far as I was concerned.

“Awww, I never get to do anything cool,” Janie stormed out.

I was not only mad that Taylor had challenged me and laughed at my initial attempts to discipline her, but now my youngest daughter was upset, and it was all because of this introduction of domestic discipline made necessary by Taylor’s attitude.

I began to swat her ass, and this time Lucifer did the work. The wooden paddle came down hard, and even Taylor’s shapely little ass was crushed under its weight. She didn’t cry out and I didn’t give her enough time to count or thank me.

I was definitely doing this all wrong, but Tom had left me in charge and I was angry.

I strapped her ass good and hard, and even Donny told me he thought she’d had enough when she started to cry.

“This bitch is faking.” I was livid as I continued to beat her ass. I must have spanked this dumb girl a full thirty minutes, because Dave Vulgus was already at the door.

“I hope I’m interrupting something fun.” He stuck his head in the doorway after Janie let him in. He scanned my daughter up and down and said, “Ah, you shaved her beaver completely bald! I love it!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Vulgus, I was just disciplining Fart Face and I lost track of time.” I started to calm down and feel a little remorse about how heavy-handed I was being. “I planned to have her dressed and standing out at the mailbox for you,” I said, before clarifying that Taylor shaved her own ‘beaver’.

“Oh yes, I’m quite brokenhearted! I had to walk in here and see her naked again! Oh, the agony!” Dave was laughing. “Hey, you know if you ever want someone to help with all this spanking, I’d be happy to do it,” he joked.

“You can spank our daughter if she misbehaves.” I gave him permission to pretty much do anything he wanted to do to her. I probably wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t still angry about her tricking Janie into drinking from my cum-filled almond milk carton.

“You know, before you go, I think I have one hotdog for you.” I dragged Taylor into the kitchen by her wrists. She didn’t struggle – I’d actually beaten some of the fire out of her and she was a lot more compliant.

I wasn’t done with her, though. I’d been storming around the house and yelling and saying things out of anger I can’t even remember. My adrenalin was pumping and I was ready to show this dumb little cunt that I was boss and that I knew way more than she would ever know about how to be, no matter how long she lived.

The trick she played on her sister to get to me was unfathomably evil. It dawned on me she’d gone through ALL of this just to get to this point so she could do this to me, and it fed fuel to my wrath.

I poured the remainder of the carton of almond milk into a glass and dipped a hot dog into it. I could see little wads of cum floating in the almond milk, but I was also seeing red as the anger welled up inside of me. I was going to teach Taylor a lesson she would never forget!

“You can eat this hot dog end-first, and then you’re going to gargle and drink the ENTIRE thing in front of everyone.” I was furious. I spit on the hot dog because Tom had stipulated she would be having spit in everything she ate going forward.

Taylor seemed flippant or confused as to why I was so angry – it was as if she didn’t even see the big deal to feeding a full cup of semen-infused milk to Janie right in front of me. This girl had no moral compass at all, as far as I was concerned, and to me the punishment fit the crime.

I held the glass under her nose so she could get a wiff of the cum that she had to know was in there. The bottom of the carton contained most of it, so she was getting a glass of cum, as concentrated as it could be, with semen.

She put her mouth around the hot dog end first and slowly began to eat it. I grabbed it with my fingers and then held her throat tightly and made her swallow it inch by inch as I forced it down her throat, not permitting her to chew it properly. I was essentially gagging her with it like a dick. As I made it disappear down her throat she gasped and sputtered, but I was relentless – I would make her rue this awful trick she’d done to me AND to Janie.

“I feel like stripper music should be playing,” Dave danced like an old-time burlesque stripper while Taylor ate the hot dog end-first. Scotty and Donny, on the other hand, were holding their bulges in their pants as they watched their sister essentially suck a phallic hot dog down her throat one tiny swallow at a time.

“Now drink the milk!” I poured some on her face and over her head and then into her mouth. “Don’t waste a drop of this, you’ll lick every drop off the floor! And quickly, because Mr. Vulgus has to go,” I warned her.

“Oh, I think I can stay to watch this,” Dave whispered half-joking. “My wife is already there so I can take my time.”

“I should make your brothers jerk off into this carton on a daily basis and let you drink a glass a day! They’ve beat their meat and they’re already hard again!” I can’t believe I said that, and the look on Scotty and Donny’s face was total mortification. Their reaction told me they clearly hadn’t known what Taylor had done, and I was a little relieved they were not in on it. I had half a mind to actually make them follow through with my idle threat if they’d known before she poured the glass for Janie.

“It’s okay, guys.” Dave admitted he beat his meat, too. “If I was your age, I’d do it one, two, three, eighteen times a day.” He was like the good-natured but dirty uncle everyone has in their family that always told those off-color jokes at family gatherings.

“Gross!! All because we drank a little of your almond milk? Don’t you think that’s a little overboard?” Tears were running down Taylor’s cheeks and her chest was beating fast as she tried to catch her breath from the tremendous beat-down I’d just given her.

I stopped; and all the anger and all the rage and all the retribution and wrath that I had been feeling suddenly left my body.

My throat felt raspy and dry like I had been shouting for hours, and now it was closing up.

My blood pressure suddenly felt like it was rising, and I felt completely drained of emotion.

That empty, guiltless feeling was immediately replaced by a deep sense of denial and regret for having beaten my daughter this way.

Taylor was clearly the mastermind who’d discovered my dirty little secret in the fridge – the source of protein and comfort I’d been drinking for years: cum-flavored almond milk. She probably saw me sneak down one night and spit into the container and figured it out. Then she must have waited until Tom would be gone and, just to undermine me, she gave a glass to her sister right underneath my nose!

It couldn’t be that she just took a drink of what she thought was almond milk and Janie asked to try it as well.

That would be far too unlikely – that would mean that I just beat her ass and humiliated my daughter for no reason.

That would mean I’d just asked my sons to jerk off into a carton of milk that I drink from normally so that I can make her drink it.

That would make me the nastiest, most perverted mom on the planet earth.

This was followed by remorse and total guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Taylor, I don’t know what came over me,” I said, feeling like a total fool and failure. I had completely overreacted, and everyone now knew I was some sort of rage beast. I wished Tom were here to fix this.

“My name is Fart Face, Mistress,” Taylor corrected me very politely.

“I know what it is.” I was mentally exhausted. I had fucked up and I just wanted this farce to end. I would tell Tom what I’d done and how I had just force-fed and poured cum all over my daughter’s head and ask him to deal with me in any way he saw fit.

“Why are you upset, Mistress? If I’d known you could beat my ass like that, I wouldn’t have challenged you at all. I promise I won’t ever touch your milk again,” Taylor said with a smile – she was still dripping with cum.

How could she not realize what it was?

Oh, that’s right – Taylor’s a VIRGIN, and she’s never even seen a wad of cum or smelled it. I thought the pungent aroma would be obvious, but she must just think the milk is very thick.

“Yeah, me neither,” Janie said.

“You were on fire, Mom!” Scotty seemed impressed and so did Donny.

I was stunned that they thought my behavior had been remotely appropriate.

“It was hot,” Taylor smiled.

Things can be disgusting, sexy, gross, cool and stupid at the same time to my daughter’s generation. I would never really understand how that was, but they could fall in love with something stupid and they could think something was totally gross but super cool.

I blame that kid’s TV show that used to dump green slime on anyone that said, “I don’t know”, and so many kids actually wanted to get slimed that they said it intentionally. That’s probably where this all began.

“I shouldn’t have beat you in anger,” I said, trying to reinforce that this was something that Tom would never permit. It is one of his cardinal rules of dominance, and where the line between abuse and training really blurs.

“Please do, though, Mistress. I was terrified!” Taylor’s bright blue eyes were wide with wonder and a whole new appreciation for me. “It was like riding on my own personal roller coaster. I knew I was safe enough that you wouldn’t kill me, but I didn’t know if you’d hang me up on a rack or throw me across the room or smack me silly.” She touched her hair and felt the almond milk between her fingers with a giggle. “It feels like honey,” she said, as she rubbed it between her fingers.

“This stuff is pretty gross,” she said as she turned up her nose at it, but maintained a wry grin about the goo dripping down her neck and face from her hair. “I mean, it’s sick, but it’s like kind of cool in a way.” She played with it in her fingers.

“It’s good for your hair and skin,” I smiled. That much was actually true. The mixture of almond milk and semen could be used to wash your hair, but I’d rather drink it.

Scotty and Donny were impressed with me as well. “I like how she was all yelling and telling Mr. Vulgus he could do whatever he needed to do to keep that bitch in line,” Scotty laughed.

“Did you mean that, by the way, or was that just like kind of an act?” Mr. Vulgus asked.

“Oh, no,” I told him and he looked disappointed. “You can beat her, but you can’t do ANYTHING to her you want. I need her home in one piece. If Fart Face breaks the rules at your house, please text me so that I know to punish her at home too.” I told him that I would be fine with it without so much as a second thought.

“Would you have really made Donny and Scotty jerk off INTO the almond milk and made me drink a glass every day?” Taylor asked, scrunching her nose up into an extra grossed-out facial expression and yet still grinning.

I couldn’t believe she dared ask me that question in front of the others.