CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal October 10^th (Monday) 2016. Janie and Scotty have gone to bed and Taylor is on her way home.

October 10^th, 2016 – MONDAY NIGHT – Taylor comes home from Babysitting.

There was an unexpected knock at the front door that sent Sandor barking. I was upstairs playing with myself with a few toys. I was completely naked except for my day collar, which consisted of a sterling silver chain that could pass in public for a thick necklace.

Tom normally ties me up and plays with me or makes me perform for him, so I’d been imagining him standing over me. I was missing him so much and was so turned-on. I didn’t have permission to do these things, so I felt guilty, but I was so terribly horny and lonely and I really needed him to tell me what I had done tonight was for the best.

I was instantly worried it may be the police coming to tell me that something bad had happened, since Taylor was to come to the back door. I threw on a house apron and some heels and ran downstairs.

I looked through the peep hole to see Mr. Vulgus waiting at the door.

“Where are Donny and Fart Face?” I asked quite seriously when I opened the door.

“It always cracks me up when you call her ‘Fart Face’,” Dave said with a wry grin. “There isn’t anything wrong. I dropped them off at the front entrance to Cherry Lawn Estates and I just wanted to come by and give you the money she earned.” He stuffed a hundred dollars in my hand.

“I thought it was sixty?” I said.

“Yes, but I’m really enjoying this, so it’s a hundred,” Dave explained, and apologized because Taylor threw her apron away. “My wife was going to wash the first one she left at our place, but we’ve been so busy with the wedding. I’ll get it back to you this weekend!”

“Wait a minute,” I called after him, and asked why he dropped them off at the front gate of our housing community in the first place, while I started to panic that she was totally naked and somewhere out running around in public.

“You said I could punish your daughter,” Dave said, and told me not to worry because she kept her panties. He didn’t actually say she was wearing them since she hadn’t been when she left but that was Dave’s sense of humor at work.

“Yes, if she deserved it for being sassy, rude, or lazy,” I reminded him that I trusted his judgment if she needed immediate correction. After the heat of the moment subsided I usually felt a flood of remorse about always being the bad guy and punishing Taylor so if it could be executed by someone else right after she made the mistake – I was all for that.

“Exactly, which she generally is. And you’ve met my wife, so you know I don’t normally mind that at all,” he laughed. “The thing is, though, since you guys are working so hard on her attitude I told her that if she didn’t stop picking on Donny that I would take her clothes and make her walk home.”

I was surprised she’d dared to pick on her brother after she’d been so well-behaved at home for the most part.

“Oh, yeah, she has no respect for the guy.” Dave explained that she told him he had no authority to tell her what to do or to punish her, and that was because Tom thought he was a wimp who couldn’t handle responsibility. “I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t let it slide, and so I figured a long walk would do her some good.”

“Completely naked?” I asked with a concerned look.

“No, she has on heels and those cuffs and collar,” Dave grinned, but added that wasn’t his idea. “She threw her clothes at me and said she would stand there naked unless I drove her back to your house. I told her to have fun standing and drove off. I figure it’s dark and not many people are driving around at 11:30 on a Monday night in this neighborhood. As long as she sticks to the bushes and hides, I am sure she’ll be fine.”

“So where’s Donny?” I asked, already thinking I should get in the Prius and go get the two of them before they get arrested.

“He wouldn’t let her walk the distance alone. He jumped out and insisted on walking with her. She told him she could do it on her own, and he said she could, but that she didn’t have to. He’s a good kid. I wish he was a little older, because he’d make a much better guy for my daughter to marry than the schnook she landed,” he chuckled dismissively.

“You weren’t worried something could happen?” I was surprised.

“What could happen? If a rapist is roaming this neighborhood, it would be his first night on the job in thirty years because nothing ever happens here. Even if it was, he wouldn’t care if she had clothes on or only be looking for naked girls streaking through the community so he could jump their bones.” Dave said it would do her some good. “She can be really well-behaved sometimes, but she has a hot head and a smart mouth. Good luck with that one,” he said.

Even with the discipline it still had obviously not fully tamed Taylor after two days. I didn’t think it could have.

“So you still want her to babysit for you?” I couldn’t understand why he would want a willful smartass to babysit for him.

“Oh, hands-down still the best babysitter we’ve ever had!” Dave chuckled, before adding that he just gave me a hundred bucks. “I’m going to be sad when my daughter finally gets married, because I won’t need her to babysit for us anymore. Maybe you can send her over to wash my car or mow the lawn some time?” he joked.

I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me, planning to go look for my daughter as he walked away.

“Don’t go get her.” Dave saw I was getting into my car. “That kind of undermines my punishment. I think she needs to walk the distance, but if you’re worried, then by all means go rescue her from that long walk. Someone may see her boobies.” Dave wasn’t joking as he normally did.

He was right. He may have been a dirty old man, but he was a wise old man too – a wise but very dirty man. I trusted his advice, though.

I thanked Mr. Vulgus and went back inside to wait for the two of them. I couldn’t resist texting Donny to see where he is. His response came a few minutes in.

MR.VULGUS DROPPED FART FACE OFF AND MADE HER WALK HOME. WE ARE STOPPED RIGHT NOW SO SHE CAN PEE.

I smiled with a puzzled look on my face and typed back asking him where exactly she was peeing, in the nude, at this time of the night. I thought that punishment actually seemed very clever. I was still a little worried that some neighbor or the cops may catch them out there. I knew Donny would be cautious, though.

SHE SQUATTED BEHIND A DUMPSTER. WE ARE A LITTLE LOST BUT IT IS ALL GOOD. SHE WON’T LISTEN TO MY DIRECTIONS. I TOLD HER I HAVE GPS BUT SHE THINKS SHE KNOWS THE QUICKEST WAY.

I was sorry that Donny had to put up with my willful daughter. I asked him how far they had to go according to the GPS, and he said they were only three blocks away if they took his route.

TELL HER MISTRESS SAID YOU ARE IN CHARGE UNTIL YOU GET HOME AND THAT SHE IS TO RUN NOT WALK THE ENTIRE WAY. YOUR WAY. KEEP HER KNEES HIGH AND FOLLOWING YOU AND IF SHE STOPS AND YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE DOING IT YOU MAY SPANK HER. GET YOUR BUTTS HOME.

I knew Tom didn’t want Donny to take charge, but frankly I didn’t want to spank her or trust myself with Lucifer not to carve her a new asshole. They were obviously lost and arguing out there, so this would be the most expedient way.

I was livid that Taylor was out there naked in the first place and running around by her own choice. If someone was going to catch her naked, then it would be her own foolish fault and she’d have to deal with the consequences! Mr. Vulgus had given her opportunities to put her clothes back on, and she’d chosen not to take them.

It wasn’t more than 20 minutes before I heard Donny’s key wriggling in the front door and Sandor started barking. I got up from the living room, but before I could get to the door he opened it.

“Get in the house this instant!” Donny pointed, and Taylor came crawling in on her hands and knees with her very pink ass in the air.

She had clearly been running and her long black hair was sweaty. The fact that she looked defeated now and was crawling like a dog behind Donny reduced my anger – it seemed like karmic justice was being served to her. I was proud of Donny for having done exactly what I told him to do and getting his sister in line. I’m not sure I could have done the same thing as quickly if I were out there with them.

It had been easy to type an order in text – it was another thing to get his sister to drink water just because she had been led to it! He must have laid down the law.

Mr. Goldman was standing behind them and I immediately realized why she was down on all fours, although I wasn’t sure if it was Donny’s idea or hers. She was the one who enjoyed fucking with Mr. Goldman’s head – and admittedly I was finding it fun as well.

“Thank you for helping me find my lost sister, Sir!” Donny waved at him.

“Oh, my pleasure! She’s kind of easy to spot, because she’s the only pale, naked teenager crawling around outside,” Mort joked in his New Yorker accent.

“Did she lose her leash?” I asked no one in particular. I didn’t expect Donny to play along with me.

“What leash?” Donny asked with a confused look.

“Come on, let’s go back outside and look for it, we’ll need it for Halloween!” I made Taylor heel behind me and come back out to the front yard. She had run this far naked and crawled around out there; she may as well put on a little more of a show. At this time of the night in our own front yard there was almost no risk of anyone discovering us, and I may as well push Mr. Goldman’s buttons before I called it a night.

“Oi, I don’t suppose you want to lose something like that? I mean, they’re so rare and cost a couple of bucks,” Mort’s sarcasm had a sublime quality to it that made it sound like he was almost serious.

“You don’t have to help us look, I’m sure it’ll be around here somewhere,” I told him while I pretended to scan my front yard and made Taylor follow behind.

“I didn’t really have anything to do, so I’m happy to help,” Mort said while ogling my daughter’s naked ass.

“Where’s the fur she was wearing between her legs?” Mort’s tone suggested he may have actually believed Taylor’s lie from the night before that her pubes were glued on to simulate dog hair – or maybe he was just admiring her hairless pussy lips.

“Did that fall off too?” I feigned disappointment that she lost her fake pubes. “I should probably spank you for that! You can’t be out here naked!”

“You probably should spank me so I don’t forget, Ma’am!” Taylor teasingly mumbled, and said she wasn’t entirely naked, though. “I’ve still got some of the costume,” she pulled her ass cheeks apart for him to see her tail, and pointed out the star drawings on her tits in magic marker, calling them ’pasties!’

“You would lose your own asshole if we didn’t have it plugged up!” I laughed.

“Let’s see if your butt-plug is still where it belongs.” Donny commanded her to show him Antioch, and Taylor glared up at me and then him before pulling her ass-cheeks apart so she could confirm the black latex butt-plug was clearly visible between her rosy red ass-cheeks.

“Wow, you’ve got her trained!” Mort asked if she knew any other pet tricks or that was it.

“Fart Face, show him how you’ll sit on your hind legs,” I ordered, and my daughter yipped. She had something in her mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was food or possibly her panties. She sat on her bare ass on our dew-covered front lawn.

“Fart Face?” Mort laughed “How did you know my old high school nickname?”

“I didn’t. That’s her pet name,” I said teasingly. I could definitely imagine Mort being bullied and called names back in high school, or even now.

“So you have one pet named for Sandor Clegane the Hound of House Lannister, and the other is Fart Face?” Mort found that humorous.

“Well, it seems to fit them, and Sandor Clegane wasn’t actually of the House Lannister, but he served them at different times when it benefitted him,” Donny corrected.

I ignored the nerdy conversation and continued to pet-train an enthusiastic Taylor. It was late at night and there wasn’t a soul on our street, so there was little to no chance anyone would see us, even on the front lawn.

“Fart Face, show him how you’ll sit up and beg instead of saying trick-or-treat,” I ordered. I didn’t like having authority, but I found it fun to see the shock on Mort’s face, and the smile on my daughter’s face was refreshing. I was still angry with her for being willful towards her brother, and for getting lost after insisting Mr. Vulgus drive her home by taking off her clothes to force his hand. I also knew how hard and confusing it must be to serve, and respected her on a new level.

Taylor sat back on her ass in the grass and stood up straight, bending her wrists in front of her like she was begging and sticking her tongue out to pant.

“Ooh, I’m not sure if what I would give is so much a treat as it is a trick,” Mort said.

“Whichever one works.” I let Taylor show off before telling her to sit up, roll over, and play dead, and she did all three.

“Did you teach your sister these tricks?” I asked Donny, so he could participate in our little charade.

My eldest son is much quicker on the uptake than the others. “I taught her a few lessons on the way home,” he said. I got the impression he must have actually established his authority right after I told him to do so.

“Where were you two coming from like that, anyway?” Mort asked.

“Oh, they like to jog at night.” I said that it was healthy and got them in shape. “My daughter’s thinking of trying out for the track team and volunteering a lot more at school,” I lied.

“So she jogs naked?” Mort said.

“We’re practicing for that game show Naked and Afraid.” Donny told him about the TV show that drops people off in the wilderness completely naked with one survival item and then films them for seven days. I couldn’t believe something like that was on basic cable, but that’s the sign of the times.

“Why aren’t you naked then?” Mort asked.

“I was mostly practicing the afraid part,” Donny said with a wry smile.

Mort chuckled and told him that was a good one.

“She isn’t naked either! Where are the survival items you left home with?” I lied again, reminding him that when she left she had on the tail and fake pubes. Then I pulled her star-colored nipples and said that she had on pasties, even though technically this was simply dark magic marker, and said she was street-legal – which she most definitely wasn’t. I asked where her panties were or if she’d lost them again.

Taylor opened her mouth, and stuffed inside were the panties. “Right here, Ma’am,” she said.

I took them gingerly and waved the tiny little piece of wet fluff. “This would barely cover anything,” I said, and asked Mr. Goldman if he wanted them.

“You’d give them to me?” Mort asked with an enthusiastically curious tone.

“Sure.” I told him that it was obvious my daughter rarely wears hers any more, and he may have some use for them.

Goldman snatched them out of my hand and said he probably would, and not to mention this to his wife.

I told him that we’d look for the leash tomorrow, and were going to give up for now.

“I’ll look for you tomorrow when you go jogging?” he said.

“Sure!” I lied, and brought the kids inside.

We all three laughed hard. I asked Taylor if that had been her idea or Donny’s.

“I think both, Mistress,” Taylor said as she stood naked in the front room except for her collar, leather wrist cuffs and heels.

“What’s he going to do with a pair of wet, used panties?” Donny asked.

“Don’t ask,” Taylor and I both said at the same time while rolling our eyes. I knew perfectly well a pervert like him would probably jerk off into them, or sniff her panties, or whatever he did with mine when he stole them. I didn’t mention I suspected he’d been stealing my lingerie off the clothesline for some time. I rarely if ever was permitted to wear panties, but what I did have was very expensive and usually crotchless.

“So whose idea was it to put them in your mouth?” I asked with one eye cocked at Taylor.

“Sir Donny’s idea,” Taylor admitted.

“Whose idea was it to come home completely naked?” I asked. I already knew the answer.

“Mr. Vulgus made me walk home naked because I was being a brat, Ma’am!” she lied.

“Are you sure you remember that right? Did you not tell Mr. Vulgus if he wouldn’t let you ride home you’d toss your apron up in a tree?” I said.

Taylor admitted that was a lie and she apologized.

I pointed to the carpet and told Taylor to kiss it. She obliged by getting on the floor and pressing her tits, nose, and lips to our carpet with her ass up in the air. “Please Ma’am? I’m so hungry and tired. Sir Donny wouldn’t let me have any cake, either! And that’s all they had to eat.”

“That turned out to be the wedding cake! And that was Mom who said you couldn’t have it!” Donny reminded her.

“You ATE their wedding cake?” I was shocked and mortified – who does that to someone’s wedding cake?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Vulgus spanked her ass for it. He wasn’t mad. He said he didn’t like strawberry cake anyway, and it gave him a chance to order something else,” Donny said.

“Still, it speaks to a person who’s thoughtless!” I spit on my daughter’s ass crack and watched it ooze down the base of Antioch. “You had to shit tonight and you wouldn’t let Donny take out your plug? What did you plan to do?” I asked.

“Master said he wasn’t to touch Antioch, and I didn’t know what to do, Ma’am. I had to trust what Sir Donny was telling me when he said you texted him,” Taylor whined.

She had a point – Donny may just have been shining her on. “In the future, show Fart Face the texts,” I told Donny, and he nodded.

“Was he able to take out the Antioch in time?” I asked her.

“Just barely, Mistress!” Taylor seemed like she was complaining.

“You’re here to face your fears and learn from them. You faced one – that you had to rely on your brother and ask him for help. That you had to trust him. And you didn’t die, and he didn’t betray you. I think that’s a good thing,” I said.

“So from now on he can take Antioch out, Ma’am?” she pouted.

“Yes, if you beg him and he wants to, but I’m not going to force Donny to do anything.” I decided that was a good enough compromise.

“Oh, that should be no problem,” Donny rubbed his hands together like an evil genius.

I reminded her that he could always ask to see her ass when he wanted anyway, like he did on the lawn.

“Mom, I hate to interrupt...” Donny smiled and asked if I’d bought almond milk.

“I did,” I said, knowing where he was going with this question, but hoping he wouldn’t say any more.

“Did Scotty already?” he asked the question, of whether or not his brother had masturbated, gingerly – it was an uncomfortable topic for all of us until they were right in the middle of doing the deed. I was glad he found it difficult to come right out and say it, so that I had some plausible deniability for my part in things.

I had been the one to bring this up – but I had serious doubts in my own judgment over whether or not this had really gone too far and yet –here we were and there was no going back from this rabbit hole.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but the kitchen is in there, and if you need to do something then I’m sure I’ll knock before I go in the kitchen,” I said while not looking directly at him. I added, “Good job with your sister tonight, and I really appreciate your help.”

“Glad to do it,” he smiled.

“It’s very awkward for me when you talk about it. I know you do it, and honestly, after seeing your sister go through training all day, I imagine you need release. It’s only fair, and it isn’t HER you are pleasuring yourself to, even if it’s the activities she did that you are pleasuring yourself to.” I reminded him of something Tom and I had discussed earlier: he shouldn’t feel guilty just because he’s all stirred up by his sister’s activities.

“Whack it to Fart Face?” Donny unabashedly admitted he jerked off frequently, but pointed out, “Have you seen the girls at my school? The soft fuzzy pink sweaters, the short skirts, the perfumes. I’m surrounded by hotties at school. And I’ve got the Internet!”

I knew he was probably super-excited from what he’d seen, and needed to release some pent-up boy hormones for whatever reason.

His sister, however, took his statement as something of an insult. “Then have fun beating your meat alone! It’s something you should probably get very, very used to!” she said as he was already racing into the kitchen.

I was sure she hurt her brother’s feelings, but he only offered a middle finger held out behind him as he closed the kitchen door.

I slapped Taylor hard across the ass, hard enough to get her attention and make her tits jiggle and her ass-cheeks shake.

“Oh goody! Are you going to slap the snot out of me and feed me like earlier today, Mistress?” Taylor said boldly. I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or she was actually enthusiastic over the prospect of another explosive session of discipline brought on by my own rage.

“I told you I’d punish you, so you didn’t have to give me additional reason to do so.” I warned her that I didn’t like to punish out of rage.

I tried very hard to get a handle on my anger.

I felt no sympathy for her at that moment. I was going to treat her as roughly as I had ever been trained. Tom always trained me hard, but tempered with love and affection. On the rare occasion he had loaned me to a friend, he was always close by. But once, long before Tom, I’d tried BDSM with my first husband, and it was mean and rough and I was channeling that. I’d been on the receiving end, but it was fairly easy for me to go the other way when Taylor fueled it by saying hurtful things.

I knew she seemed to want to push me over the edge, and I shouldn’t give her the satisfaction, but dammit, she was an ice-cold bitch at times. I would give her a wake-up call. And at the same time, a part of me felt so inadequate to be mistress that I may have been overcompensating by being rougher and stricter than even Tom had been.

“You hit like a girl when you aren’t punishing out of rage,” Taylor said, challenging me. I could feel a little anger well up, but I was bigger than this and I wasn’t going to take her bait and fly off the handle at the first little challenge she offered.

“I told you that I’d be asking the questions, and you’ve already asked one and made an uncalled-for observation.” I slapped her ass as hard as I could with my bare hand. I didn’t expect her ass to feel so warm, soft, and smooth as it did.

She barely flinched and smugly harrumphed in triumph, as if she was right about my slapping like a girl.

“Fetch Angel and get right back here!” I’d put her discipline implements back in their place in the den. I had a system where everything belonged in its place and had a place.

“Are you sure you don’t need Lucifer to correct me, Mistress? I was very naughty tonight,” she asked, while looking me in the eye and standing up.

When I’m required to look people in the eye while talking to them, it takes great effort and it puts me on the spot because I have to look at them and see their reaction. It felt like when Taylor stared at me with her father’s pretty blue eyes that she was staring me down.

“You don’t make suggestions!” I demanded with my hands on my hips. I wished she hadn’t, because now that she mentioned it I really did want Lucifer. “But yes, go get Lucifer and get right back to this spot!!”

I could see the trace of an amused smile as she ran off to fetch the paddle in her mouth and quickly returned to kneel at my feet.

“Very good, I have to say that you’re earning my respect, and I find your courage to be refreshing. I didn’t think you had the strength to carry out these orders and continue this discipline,” I said as I pulled the paddle out of her mouth and made her get back into the kiss position.

“Thank you, Mistress, but I also broke a lot of rules tonight and I couldn’t help it,” Taylor sounded like she was being honest and not trying to manipulate me when she admitted that. “I’m glad I’m finally earning some respect, but it doesn’t feel like it.”

“You are, and the fact you have my attention and my help to teach you how to behave should tell you that. If you ever lose my respect, you won’t have either of those things and you’ll know why!” I promised her.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you then for that,” she said.

“What you’re confusing with respect is being treated as an equal. You and I are not on equal footing. You haven’t earned the right to be equal to me. You are underneath me. The respect you earn is only when you accept that your purpose now is to serve and learn.” I was quoting her father on the first day of my own training over 15 years ago.

I ran the edge of the wooden paddle down her spine. It always made my skin crawl to be introduced to the paddle in different ways instead of just by the flat against my ass. That was way too familiar, and the slow dragging of it against my skin was much more alien to me. I assumed it would be the same for her, as I told her to tell me what happened with Mr. Vulgus’s punishment.

“He and Donny were laughing on the way home, and he said because I ruined the wedding cake wouldn’t it be fun to watch my tits bouncing and ass jiggling as I ran behind the car all the way, Mistress,” she admitted.

I spanked her with Lucifer, hard against her ass, while she was down on all fours.

“One. Should I be counting, Mistress?” She didn’t sound even remotely concerned about the paddling.

“No, I haven’t even started. This is just a warm-up,” I lied. I had totally started, but I wanted her to actually FEEL it, and I thought if I had a few more practice swings I could figure out how my husband lays down the pain. I’m physically pretty strong. Tom can still wrestle me down and dominate me, though, and he knows how to pivot and use the torque of his wrists to get extra leverage when paddling. I was just slamming it down hard on her ass. I did it again and asked who was laughing and suggested that punishment.

“Sir Donny and Sir Dave were laughing and they both suggested it, Mistress.” Taylor shifted slightly uncomfortably, letting me know that I was at least penetrating that thick hide on her ass and causing a little grief. “They made me get out, but I didn’t want to run home in heels, so I begged them not to make me. When they laughed harder I didn’t have any other cards to lay on the table, so I threw my clothes at them, thinking they would never make me run naked through Cherry Lawn. Donny tried to make me put them back on, but I threw them up a tree. I’m so sorry, Mistress!”

“Don’t be,” I told Taylor, and she sighed. “You can be sorry tomorrow when I tell Mr. Vulgus to drop you at the exact same spot and take your clothes so you don’t throw them up a tree!” I landed another hard swat against her ass.

“I still had my panties, so I put those on, Ma’am!” Taylor offered in her defense for being an obstinate little cunt who stubbornly refused to walk home.

“Oh, that makes a world of difference! A topless girl in panties will totally not bring any shame onto the house!” I slammed her ass much harder this time. I was getting angrier and I tried to control it. I didn’t want to let Taylor get my goat.

“You sunbathe topless, Mistress!” Taylor offered as defense of her actions – that was the wrong move with me right now. I was growing frustrated that she still didn’t take any responsibility for the fact she’d tried to force them to let her back in the car by doing something highly risky.

“This is not about my actions. Those are not being questioned, and even if they were, I do it behind a privacy fence,” I said, hoping she didn’t pick up on the current tense. I’d told her I sunbathed once and not frequently. I laid another kiss from Lucifer on her ass. “It wouldn’t have killed you to run home! It would have done you some good! You could have been seen by strangers streaking through our neighborhood! Other people’s kids!”

“You know Mr. Goldman can see you, though, Mistress,” Taylor said, adding that she was a kid, too.

“I’ve gone in the BACKYARD with your father’s permission, and I’ll admit it’s fun to fuck with Mr. Goldman.” Actually, she had a fair point. “He’s already seen me naked, so I don’t have a problem going out in the backyard on your father’s orders, but I don’t throw my clothes up trees and run around at night. You clearly don’t see the difference, and you’re right – that makes you a kid! A kid with a full-grown woman’s body and tits! So you’ll be shown the difference by doing it EVERY NIGHT until I tell you to stop,” I demanded.

“I thought you said until I find the apron, Mistress.” Taylor sighed and pouted like I was being unfair or at least inconsistent. I hated when she made that pouty sigh, and I could feel my hand starting to shake with anger – this is what she wanted, and I was resisting giving in and blowing up on her. I would punish her and vent my frustration, but I would not lose control!

“Why did you put the panties in your mouth, slut? Enjoy the taste of your own cunt that much?” I smacked her ass. I could smell the musky scent of her wet pussy, dripping with girly goo down her thigh.

“Sir Donny made me when you told him he was the boss. He grabbed me and told me to follow him, and stuck my soaked panties in my mouth because he said he didn’t want to hear any more lip from me!” The way Taylor told me the story it sounded like she couldn’t believe her brother had the audacity to do that, and that I was probably going to be angry at him for overstepping his boundaries. But all I could think was that Donny had exceeded any expectations I had of him, and it was smart to shut her up before she could hurt his feelings the way she was doing to me.

“Turn over.” I made her get into a crab position of my own design, where she lifted her ass off the ground and raised her belly towards the ceiling while holding herself up by the palms of her hands, and bending at the knees so that her pussy was exposed.

I began to slap Taylor’s wet pussy with my hand at first. Her cunt was so smooth and perfect, like a ripe little peach that had yet to be peeled. Her pussy sloshed and jiggled slightly when I slapped it, and what could easily be her peach juice coated my hand.

She put up absolutely no protest to my change in tactic. I was getting angry, but also turned on, so I said nothing for a few minutes while I played with how springy the puffy lips between her legs were when you pop them with your hand. “You’ll do it until I tell you otherwise, because frankly the apron is probably gone. But returning it to me, since it was never yours to throw away and waste, will be rewarded. You get positive reinforcement and negative reinforcement in this role, Fart Face! The choice is yours as to how much positive reinforcement you get.”

“Is THIS positive reinforcement, Mistress?” Taylor looked between her two jiggling tits down at me between her legs, issuing slaps.

“The fact you aren’t sure tells me your discipline can be increased, and we need to stop babying you.” I slapped her clit hard and pulled it out with my finger to pinch it. That made the little snotty bitch flinch!

I had just found a button on Taylor I could push! She was sensitive on her clit in a way that made her twist in fear and writhe when I was rough with it.

“Did Mr. Vulgus punish you other than that?” I asked, as I pinched her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, thanks for telling him he could do anything with me! Mistress!” That was clearly sarcasm coming from her as she bit her lip in pain. She was trying to make me feel guilty, and she was successful – I did feel like I may have given Dave a blank check, and that would be wrong. I trusted his judgment, though, and frankly it may not be any worse than my own.

I just didn’t want to admit my mistake.

“I didn’t tell him he could do anything. I said he could spank and discipline you!” I spanked her pussy and pulled the nub of her clit out so that when I spanked my palm flat it crushed it. I asked what he did to her. I was suddenly starting to feel like I probably should have been much more clear with Mr. Vulgus where the boundaries were.

“His wife spanked me before and after the wedding practice, Mistress.” Taylor described how she gave her 20 swats with a switch and Dave and Donny watched and laughed.

“That’s fine.” I was actually pleased he’d let his wife do it. The Slovakian woman seemed like a hard woman who would actually be someone I could confide in and learn a few things about discipline from.

“He also made me jerk him off in my mouth, Mistress,” Taylor said.

I instantly felt very guilty – that was not what I thought he would do.

Donny was clearly listening in the kitchen and stuck his head through the door. He was straining and had his cell phone in the hand he was using to find inspiration in the kitchen. “That isn’t true.” He said he’d watched it.

“You watched because you’re a gross pervert, Sir!” Taylor was in agony after the third pop to her pussy; her elbows began to shake from holding up her own weight in the reverse crab I’d put her in.

“I watched to make sure he didn’t do anything else!” Donny offered in his defense.

“What could you have done? You aren’t the boss of me, and you aren’t the boss of him! Sir.” Taylor closed her eyes and winced as I slapped her pussy.

I demanded she look at me while I was talking to her. “Your brother was just trying to keep you safe! You should be thanking him!” I was growing more and more disgusted with her flippant attitude.

Taylor opened her eyes and looked at me with her deep blue eyes filled with defiance. “Thank you, Sir Donny, for watching me jerk off Mr. Vulgus onto the cake you smashed on my face!” Taylor’s gratitude was beyond insincere, and borderline insinuating Donny was the one who’d done something wrong.

“You were the one who wanted cake.” Donny clearly felt no shame about seeing Mr. Vulgus get whacked off. “You asked if he had a hot dog so you could have it shoved down your throat!”

I’d heard enough. I grabbed my daughter by the hair and pulled her up to her feet by her tit with my other hand. I grabbed her button nose and twisted and dragged her into the kitchen. I told Donny that he may want to pull up his pants because it was time to feed the house pet.

“You want a hot dog so bad? Then fine.” The almond milk container was open and on the table when I walked in. “I should shove one up your ass and then make you gobble it like the turd gobbler you are!”

“The only reason I begged for it was because when you did it earlier it kind of stopped me from lashing out. I was trying to control my behavior, not be a slut, Ma’am!!” Taylor whined, but let me pull her into the kitchen.

Donny scrambled to zip up his pants and told me he wasn’t finished yet. I didn’t care. I was pretty sure that even if there was no “macho” in her “macho juice” from Scotty, the act of swallowing it would be sufficient medicine. I pulled out a raw, uncooked hot dog from the fridge and waved it in her face as I held her by her nose. Taylor’s shoulders were hunched over as I led her to a cabinet to get a glass.

“You think that a glass of this will make you a better person? Then drink your fill.” I poured a glass with my free hand and dunked the hot dog in it. I held her nose shut and forced her mouth open to dunk it in her mouth. I could see her tonsils pushing back and fighting against the hot dog going down her throat.

“Make a fist! Make a fist with your left hand right now and relax your throat muscles. You’re being fed the way you wanted! You want me to chew it up and spit it down your throat like a baby bird? Open your throat and relax your muscles, or this is going to make you vomit!”

I gagged her a few times, but she cooperated and made a face while I slowly fed it down her gullet one tiny inch at a time, end-first. I kept dipping it into the milk.

“Can I at least spit in her milk if I don’t get to whack into it?” Donny sounded disappointed he was being excluded. I wanted him to just be patient and not remind me what he’s doing.

“You going to spit in Mom’s milk too? She said she’d drink a glass when I drink a glass!” Taylor blurted out while choking on the hot dog sliding down her throat.

“It’s Mistress!” I twisted her nipple with my right hand while stuffing the dog down her throat with the other. “Yes, he can spit into mine! Unlike you, I’m not a little baby about it, who has to be force-fed to take her medicine. You asked for this treatment, and yet you’re fighting me by not opening your throat!”

Donny came over and spit in her milk glass as if he was entitled and glad he finally got the opportunity.

“I don’t care if the twisted fucker spits right in my mouth,” Taylor said, adding, “He watched as Mr. Vulgus said I owed him for the wedding cake I ruined, and when I said I couldn’t pay for it because I don’t get to keep the babysitting money, Donny suggested I jerk Mr. Vulgus off for the difference! He whored me out!”

Donny didn’t wait for my permission. He spit directly in her mouth while she was talking and told me his version of the story. It involved Taylor being told not to eat the wedding cake because it was obviously a wedding cake. Taylor saying there was no other food there and they could clearly make another cake before the wedding. She ate some of the cake and threw the rest at Donny. He said Mr. Vulgus agreed to take the cake out of tonight’s earnings. Taylor was the one who offered to jerk him off into the cake in exchange for him not charging us for the cake and giving her forty more dollars on top of that, because she said that the 60 got split three ways between us.

“I mean, 40 bucks isn’t much for whacking off an old man, but at least it’s double what YOU made to watch, Sir!” Taylor was choking on the spit in her mouth and had a horrified look of disgust on her face as she fluttered her eyelids. “It was just a hand-job, and I’ve seen you and Scotty do it dozens of times!”

She finally admitted what I assumed was the true story.

“No, you haven’t!” Donny said.

“Yes, Sir, I have! Slutsofthebuckman.com was open on your computer? Don’t you remember when I walked in with my friends and you closed your browser window real fast and put the pillow in your lap? We’d been watching you fap for 20 minutes because you don’t even close your door all the way.

’Fap‘; that was a good word for masturbating. That’s exactly what it sounded like when Mr. Goldman was doing it today.

“You don’t have the attention span to stand silently for 20 minutes and watch anything!” Donny dismissed her story.

“Okay, more like 2 minutes, but we saw you jerk off into a tissue and throw it under the table, Sir!” Taylor was likely telling the truth there as well.

Donny looked at me to take his side.

“I clean your room, Donny. I kind of know as well.” I smiled.

I could see he had his cell phone open to the very porn site I’d seen on his computer earlier. The girls in the photo were pulling a golf cart, like ponies pulling a cart, through the trailer park. He said, “These girls run through the trailer park without a stitch of clothes during the day!”

I picked up the phone and looked at the picture. It looked like it was probably early morning. I told him that, if this wasn’t a movie set or backlot somewhere made to look like a trailer park, they probably chose an empty street early in the morning when no one is around.

“No, it’s hot. Watching Fart Face tonight jogging through the neighborhood in heels reminded me of this video. I’ve seen it before and I rarely watch the same video twice, but people come out to watch them and cheer them on and sometimes even throw Pepsi bottles at them while they run through the trailer park! If you’ll finish up with her, I was kind of in the middle of it, if you know what I mean,” he said.

“I think we know what you mean.” I told him that I’d drink my own glass of the milk to show her that I’d keep my word after she finished hers. Once she finished the last little bit of the hot dog, I poured the milk down her throat and held her nose shut as I made her swallow it. I told her I would get a funnel tomorrow and she’ll REALLY not like that. She coughed and sputtered as I poured the last little bit on her head and let it drip down her chest and off her tits.

“Fuck, I wish I could beat off while you were doing that!” Donny came right out and asked if he could masturbate in front of me and his sister while I trained her. ”I can’t really get off just watching porn on my cell phone,” he complained.

“Small resolution never stopped you from pulling your pud before, Sir!” Taylor offered lemony sarcasm.

“No, that would be highly inappropriate. You’re my son and I’m totally not going to discipline my naked daughter in front of you so you can beat your meat. If you want to do that then I have no problem with you playing with yourself, as long as you do it in private,” is what I should have said.

I probably would have said something like that, but Taylor said, “You’re just jealous because I don't have to beat your meat. You think Hope Miller will give you a hand-job out of sympathy? I won’t even do it.”

That fucking bitch. The look on Donny’s face reflected his hurt pride. He was good at hiding it because he was used to being talked down-to by girls. It was made worse by her laughing and licking the cum off her lips and fingers, as if she were hungry for it.

“You little whore.” I told her she was supposed to be respectful to Donny.

“I am being respectful, Mistress, by being completely honest.” Taylor had been so well-behaved, and now she was showing her true colors by embracing her rebellious, hurtful side. “He would have better luck crawling up a chicken’s ass than waiting for Hope Miller to give him a mercy hand-job!”

She was also using my logic about respect, except in reverse, and implying Donny and her were not on equal footing, and that he can earn her respect by being a man and not a boy.

“I can make you give him a hand-job, and if you don’t watch it you’ll be milking BOTH your brothers anytime they want it!” I threatened. I was livid. I can tell you that I honestly had no intention of following through on this threat. It was just one of hundreds of threats I’ve made over the years to take away something or make her do something that I never follow through on.

She called me out on it and said I’ve always said I would put her on restriction or take away her toys or television. “You want to know why I never bothered to do what you tell me unless it suited me? Because I knew you had to check with Master! You don’t have the authority to make me jerk him off. I’d do it. I really don’t care, but Master would never permit that,” she grinned triumphantly.

“Donny, would you like a hand-job?” I asked my son point-blank. It felt totally awkward and absolutely wrong, but he’d seen me touch Taylor all over her body and put things inside her, so in a strange way it seemed only fair.

If I’d asked him the same question two days earlier, I’m sure the look on his face would have been horror, grief, or confusion. But he actually seemed pleasantly relieved when I took the initiative and just came right out and asked. He was probably just too intimidated to come right out and ask, and it was unfair of me to wait until he summoned the courage.

I didn’t have to go any further than the question just as I had asked it, but I told him that he deserved some release, and since it was her adding to his tension, she could relieve it.

He made me repeat myself because he didn’t believe I’d actually asked him, or maybe he just wanted to see the awkward look on my face as I stood there and asked him if he wanted a hand-job from his sister.

I could see the look on Taylor’s face, and it was priceless. It fell somewhere between total disbelief, with her mouth hanging open, and a look of actual sorrow for pushing things as far as she had with me.

“You have to put up with a lot of tit- and ass-jiggling around the house, and I know what that can do to a boy’s hormones. It’s one thing to see on a computer screen. This will actually be decent training for her because she has to give someone else joy without getting anything in return, so you’d be doing your sister a favor to let her,” I said.

Taylor offered him a lemony smile that suggested she’d rather do anything else than this, but at the same time offered a shrug that said she’d actually do it. “Just whip it out, Sir; I’m not skeered,” she said in a funny way.

“You’ve seen her jerk off the neighbor; she’s seen you play with yourself; I caught you watching her play with herself last night. I don’t think this is something you haven’t seen before. If you want a release then take it out and …” I was about to finish, but he took it out.

I knew Donny had a big dick because when he’d been born he came out with about two inches of manhood hanging between his legs already. I’d seen him in gym shorts, and his cock fell out down his leg before, when he was younger. I’d caught him masturbating a few times, but he was usually quick to cover it up, though.

I’ve seen his bulge and I know it’s quite a bit bigger than Tom or Scotty.

However, I was not prepared for the porn-star level python that my son pulled out. It wasn’t even fully hard and it was a good 11 inches long. It wasn’t even the length that was so impressive – his cock was fantastically wide.

“Okay, I’m a little skeered,” Taylor said with a giggle and raised eyebrows that broke the awkward silence as he unleashed his gargantuan pecker.

I don’t know if I sighed – I may have. I really hate to admit that, but in my defense it was a beautiful cock, and I have to say that Donny’s flopping dong was intimidating even to me. I was very proud of my son for a lot of reasons, but now I had one more – a mighty python between his legs.

“God Damn, Sir Donny.” Taylor had the same idea. “Are most cocks like this, Mistress?” she asked me with a new sense of respect for Donny.

The hurt evaporated from his face and was replaced by a proud smile.

“No, Donny is WELL above average,” I said, telling her to show me how she provided release to Mr. Vulgus. “You wrote a check you can’t cash by running your mouth – if it’s no big deal, then show us.”

I hadn’t planned this out. I really didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t think of any other way to ensure she did it.

“I think I’d have to use both hands for this, Mistress.” Taylor’s venom had subsided as she laid her hands on her brother’s cock.

“Spit on it to lubricate it,” I said, to give her some tips. Taylor was so sexy and mature that it was hard to remember that she had little experience with men.

She obliged, and I made her kneel in front of Donny’s dick. I told her to use a medium pace and how to pump his dick.

Donny was getting hard and he asked if she “…hadn’t ever handled a dick before tonight?” or something.

“Of course I have, Sir,” Taylor said, as if she was unsure, before explaining that she’d touched Kimber’s dick many times. “She let me play with it and see how it works.”

“Less talk,” I told the two of them. “More pump!”

Taylor found she had to change hands and alternate to get Donny fully hard.

“Don’t pull on it like a length of rope or you’re churning butter.” I instructed her on some techniques to help him get off. “Then again, you’ve never done any real work in your life, so you have no idea how to pull rope or churn butter, either,” I said.

“Har Harr, Mistress.” Taylor wasn’t being defiant – she seemed to find the humor in this situation, though. “What does it matter as long as he gets off?”

“Good question,” I told her, and explained that she wants to do whatever she can to make the ride more pleasurable. “You’re a conduit of pleasure now. You’re learning to be the source of someone else’s pleasure without the least bit of reciprocation. This is actually a good exercise because it’s physically tiresome and you should get no physical stimulus from it. However, you want to appear to enjoy it. Your father teaches enthusiasm! Look like you can’t wait to see him spurt. Put your mouth close to it and part it slightly. Try different techniques. Play with his dick!”

She seemed to get better at it and even brought a mischievous smile to her face.

I think it was the closest Taylor could come to looking truly happy naturally. She may LOOK like she’s up to something, and trying to get one over on you, but she at least looks like she’s having fun doing it, and that lifted Donny’s spirits even more.

He stopped looking at his cell phone entirely and focused on Taylor. She asked why it was taking so long just to get him hard.

“It could be your breath,” Donny quipped.

She shifted on her feet and twisted his cock hard.

I pulled her hair and reminded her that she was here to amuse Donny. “If he wants to say mean things to you and that gets him off, then smile and accept it. It’s not going to kill you to be talked to harshly!” I sniffed her breath and told her it did smell like ass anyway.

She looked up at me and giggled.

There was a real smile. The white of her pretty teeth finally emerged and her bright blue eyes started to actually shine as she looked over her shoulder and up at me standing over her.

I was strangely proud of her as well for being able to smile at me like that.

“When a boy has a big member like this then their heart has to beat a lot to get them hard because they have to fill the cock with blood from all the other parts of their body. You can open your mouth slightly and lick your lips if you want to help him finish sooner.”

Taylor obliged.

“Is there anything else she can do that would help?” I asked Donny sheepishly, afraid of what he may say.

“I mean, she could suck it,” Donny suggested.

Taylor looked like she might actually take his dick with her mouth, but I stopped her and told him, “Short of that. Your cum is going in the almond milk, not in her mouth-hole.” I really just didn’t want to cross that line of watching her suck his dick. It was already surreal and wild enough that she was giving him a hand-job right in front of me.

“How long is it?” she asked.

I wanted to get the ruler to find out myself, but it was upstairs, locked up, as Tom used it as a discipline tool. It was probably longer than 12 inches, though.

Donny proudly said that it was 13 and a half inches from taint to tip! He saw my look of surprise and shrugged. “You get bored on sleepovers, so one night we took a measuring tape and measured our dicks.”

“My measuring tape?” I asked, remembering the time a few years ago I couldn’t find my measuring tape in my sewing kit and found it in Donny’s room. That would mean it was 13 and a half inches back when he was in middle school. That must have looked crazy, because he wasn’t even five feet tall and hadn’t hit his growth spurt to be tall and ungainly.

It barely looked right on him now, and he was six foot two and probably weighed all of 130 lbs.

He nodded and said he was trying to concentrate, and said if we were going to talk we could say dirty things.

“Dirty things?” I asked.

“Yes, stop talking like my mom and say something about sticking a cock in a pussy or licking balls.” He closed his eyes and concentrated. He was close, but he wasn’t going to get over the edge.

“I want to lick Fart Face’s cherry-flavored nipples?” I could actually talk dirty with the best of them, but Tom was the master of the art and I loved how he could say something disgusting and make me wet, no matter how crude.

“Don’t say Fart Face, say Taylor, and Joanne. Uh….uh,” Donny was close, but he urged us to tell him something nasty.

I whispered in her ear, “Sometimes when giving a hand-job you have to help your partner. Remember, you’re here for him. You’re the conduit of pleasure and not the recipient. You serve, and your goal should not be to make him cum as fast as possible, unless that’s his goal. You don’t want to prolong and tease, unless that’s his goal. Right now he wants to cum, and he wants to hear you say dirty things. You want him to enjoy this experience, and you can either make it fun or make a chore. So say some dirty things that’ll get him across the finish line!”

She seemed confused.

“Just talk dirty and he’ll cum,” I explained more plainly.

“Motherfucker, let me see those nuts!” Taylor had no idea how to talk dirty to a boy and made it more of a joke by flashing up two peace signs and trying to say it gangster style.

“Mmmm, I’d love to stuff those balls in my mouth. Oh my god, what a wonderful dick. Please put it in my ass.” I gave her a better example to encourage her to be more seductive and less whatever it is she thought she was doing.

I know, I know, I’m probably going straight to hell for talking dirty to my son, but in the heat of the moment I knew he needed to hear it, and I could see the pre-cum emerging from his dick.

“Mmm, you’d like to lick my big old tits, wouldn’t you?” I said. I was getting horny in anticipation. I had the milk carton in my hand as I held Taylor by the neck. She was kneeling in front of him, patiently pumping his dick for him.

“Yes, yes, please spunk all over my face, please cum in my food, please make me be a cum baby, I want to blow bubbles with it.” Taylor was a natural after all. As she said that, I could see Donny’s face light up and him grow closer to orgasm.

“No, cum all over my tits, Donny! I want it all! Can you cum in my eyes? Glaze my face with your jizz, baby!” Tom loved to cum in my face and I thought that would send him over the edge.

Taylor’s voice was definitely sexier than mine, because when she said, “You want to fuck Mom? Or me? Pick any hole and put it in, Donny!” he began to spurt like an oil well delivering thick white gold. He initially did shoot right in my face, but the rest went into the almond milk. I quickly wiped off the dab on my face and flung it into the carton.

Donny must have delivered about a full half-ounce of pure “macho juice” into the milk carton before he was completely spent and began breathing heavy.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he panted. “Oh my god, that was the hottest moment of my life!”

“That’s pretty sad if it was, Sir Donny.” Taylor was still kneeling nude in front of him, holding his rapidly shrinking cock. “You have a giant donkey dick between your legs, and you still can’t get girls. Sorry about cha!” she smirked.

I poured some of the almond milk on top of her head. “Freshly squeezed from a donkey dick!” I laughed.

Donny laughed too, as Taylor closed her eyes while the milk cascading down her beautiful face.

I poured myself a fresh glass and told her to blow us some bubbles while I drank mine down.

She giggled, showing her white teeth at the sight of me swallowing the glass of milk, and Donny said I was really cool. “I can’t believe you’re doing that, Mistress!” She spat out some bubbles of cummy milk as a goof.

“I keep my word. You keep yours and learn to behave, and I’ll drink with you each and every time,” I said.

“So is this going to be how every meal will be, Mistress?” Taylor asked.

I wasn’t sure that I was willing to do this each and every time we had a meal.

“Hah, you’d jerk off Scotty, too?” Donny asked her.

“Sure, why not? It’s just a hand-job. It was kind of fun. I felt in control of you – like you were in my power for a change, and you were dependent on me for release,” she said.

“You did a very good job tonight, and I’m actually proud of you. I think you’ve learned everything I care to teach you tonight.” I was ready to send her to her room and we’d start again tomorrow. I told her that her father had been told of her behavior today, and I’d be talking to him further about tonight. “He said that the clothes you had on yesterday were still not effective, so we’ve something even better planned for Tuesday!”

“Why do you care anyway, Mistress?” she asked. “I’m just a stupid, hateful, ignorant bitch to you! Why are you trying to teach me to be something I’m not and may never be?”

“You are a stupid, hateful ignorant little bitch,” I agreed with her, “but at least you have the courage to admit it and to take your medicine. I think you’ve already changed some, and I believe you can be better than you are – the real Taylor, if only we peel back all the stupid hateful, ignorant, bitchy behaviors you’ve picked up,” I told her.

“Thank you Ma’am, that means a lot,” she said.

“I love you, Taylor,” I told her as I helped her up.

“It’s Fart Face, Mom.” She offered another lemony smile and hugged me.

“Not right now, it isn’t,” I promised.

It was a wonderful moment and I’d normally end a chapter of the story of my life on a positive note, but what happened shortly after is important.

I told Donny that I was proud of him tonight. I meant to say that he’d stood by his sister and even walked home with her to make sure she was safe. However, he took it to mean I was proud of how much he came just now and how gigantic his cock is.

I admitted that it was a pretty good amount of cum, and he did have a mighty penis.

Donny asked if Scotty or Dad had one the size of his as well.

It was late, and we’d been through a lot of emotional stuff, crossing boundaries that I’d never crossed before, but I still felt awkward discussing his father’s cock size with him. I also had no idea what Scotty was working with.

He pressed the issue and I told him that his Dad was respectable in size but nowhere near what Donny had, and that from what I’d seen I assumed Scotty was, too.

This moment of candor with him pleased him, and I think his smile, finally feeling like he excelled at something over his younger brother and father, was a little too much for Taylor to tolerate.

What she said next shook me to my core.

“Well, naturally, they don’t have the same size cock as you. You’re adopted, so…” she said just as plainly and with absolutely no concern for his feelings.

Donny had no idea that Tom was not his biological father, and I wasn’t sure how Taylor even knew.