CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11^th (Tuesday) Morning. Joanne is just waking up at the crack of dawn to get her kids off to school.

I awoke to a new day and I have to admit, the torturous discipline session from the previous night felt almost like a dream. I actually enjoyed it and I felt feelings of empowerment and confidence surging through me that I’d never felt before. I felt no guilt as I reflected on my actions the previous night.

I got dressed in the manner I always did when Tom wasn’t home, and took my time going downstairs. I was already feeling a tinge of guilt for my actions because I’d introduced Taylor to some fairly heavy-handed discipline in anger. My vindication would be that she would think twice before ever questioning me again, and may have actually learned something.

I saw Donny and Scotty in the living room, standing in front of their sister, teasing her as I came downstairs. They were openly playing with her tits and chuckling. They didn’t go so far as to explore her pussy and ass, but even grabbing and poking the helpless girl’s boobs was going pretty far for them.

She was still bound, with Antioch in her mouth. Her hair was soaked in sweat and she’d clearly been crying. It appeared she’d not been able to sleep as she stood naked in the spreader bar, propped up by the tripod she was resting her pussy on like a stool. I could hear my toy ‘Peter’ turning and whirling inside of her as her brothers giggled and poked her to get a rise out of her.

Donny was wearing his customary pajamas, but Scotty is a bit of an extrovert and had only his white tank top and underwear on. This was hardly the first time he’d come downstairs this way, and I wasn’t surprised to see him like that. He also tended to walk around the house with no shirt, even though he didn’t have much of a chest to show off. It seemed fairly normal for him to go around the house that way.

They were touching her nipples and playing with her when I walked down into the living room. They didn’t stop even after they noticed me and continued teasing her.

“You know you aren’t supposed to touch your sister like that.” Tom had been very clear about the boundaries, and they’d never even dared to try to touch her. I didn’t yell at them, but I was surprised at their audacity.

“I know, but after last night…” Scotty smirked at first and pointed out that I’d taken her to my room and disciplined her in private, so he thought she was now pretty much fair game. He didn’t see why it would be wrong if I touched her in front of them, for him to do the same thing.

Taylor’s body was very springy, and they seemed to be fascinated by how her tits bounced and jiggled in place. They were making “Boii-oing” noises like a spring with their mouths as they indulged their curiosity on the bound girl. She couldn’t struggle or fight back – her hands were tied and she’d been mounted on the dildo tripod with a spreader bar. She couldn’t even fall over if she wanted too.

Now, I started to feel VERY guilty as I realized the message I’d sent to my sons was that the rules could be flouted and ignored at any time if you felt you had good enough reason. I would need to address that and tell Tom, although I wasn’t looking forward to that conversation at all, because I’d have to admit I took her into the bedroom to beat her ass.

Taylor’s eyebrows were all she had to communicate her disgust and displeasure at being her brothers’ plaything. She furrowed her brow and gave them a series of evil glances, but usually only when they pinched or tugged on her.

“What exactly are you trying to do, anyway?” I asked Scotty, once he stopped pulling and poking at his sister.

“I was just feeling what boobs felt like,” Scotty admitted awkwardly. I could see the outline of his cock slung into the yellow-stained underwear he had on, and it was DEFINITELY not as big as Donny’s pocket rocket. It was half-erect from the stimulation of touching Taylor’s boobs.

“You have your own nipples you could feel if you want to know what they feel like.” I assured him that boy nipples weren’t too different than girl ones.

Although honestly, I had never seen a man with nipples as long and wide as mine.

“I know, but girl boobs!” Scotty suggested there was a significant difference between touching his own nipples and the way girl-tits felt. I actually understood that, but I offered him a condescending look. He responded,“So now we’re back to how it was? I suppose she isn’t going to give us hand-jobs into the milk now, either?”

Scotty sounded disappointed, but had bluntly came right out and stated his expectations without the least bit of shame for wanting it. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected him to beat around the bush, but it still shocked me to hear the words fall out of his mouth so effortlessly, as if he were complaining he couldn’t play videogames.

I wasn’t surprised Donny had told his brother about the hand-job he’d received the night before. The kids are the worst at keeping secrets, and I was sure Donny wanted to brag about it to someone who may understand. It didn’t stop me from glaring at Donny and Scotty.

I removed Antioch from Taylor’s mouth and asked her if she was going to give me any trouble today, without directly answering my son’s concerns.

“No, Mistress, none,” Taylor’s voice was raspy, as if she had to speak in a whisper. She was bedraggled and beaten.

“Fine.” I told Scotty that it was only fair, since Donny got a hand-job, that he could have one too.

I told him after that they were on their own to give themselves relief. “I’ll untie her and she can do it before Janie wakes up.” I was glad that Janie didn’t go to school until an hour after the high-schoolers did, because that meant we had a little time to clean things up.

“I already whacked off this morning,” Scotty admitted with a grin. He said that he didn’t find out what happened until after he’d “knocked one out.”

I have to admit I almost laughed out loud at the audacity he had to talk to his own mother so candidly about his frequent masturbation. I kind of liked that he felt he could be so honest, and at the same time kind of wished he’d felt a little remorse about telling me.

“I don’t mind doing it after school, Sir,” Taylor promised, but asked politely if she could be taken off the tripod now. She seemed respectful and worn out, but at the same time strangely committed and energized. I knew that feeling myself after long periods of training when you feel subdued and calm, but you want to keep going.

“The things you DO mind aren’t as relevant any more after last night.” I bluntly told my daughter that if I decided, she wouldn’t have a choice anyway, and started to explain to Scotty why she was trussed up like this. I quickly explained the wedding cake and then told him about Donny being told he was adopted, but Scotty already knew.

“I’ll whack off at least three times before I get home from school, “ Scotty felt no shame admitting out loud, “but that’s cool and I already knew why you had her like this. Donny told me he was adopted. That’s fucking cool!”

“I’m so sorry for telling you that you were adopted, Sir Donny! Please, when Mistress takes me down I want to apologize. I really didn’t know you were adopted. It was just a lucky guess!” Taylor started to explain how physically Donny was always different than the others and she really meant no harm by it.

A normal person would get the benefit of the doubt there, but keep in mind Taylor had ALWAYS meant harm in the past and enjoyed indiscriminately hurting family members. She would have totally hurt her brother before this training.

She could be a remarkable actress, so the fact she looked genuinely apologetic didn’t convince me that she truly was contrite. After thinking about it overnight, I realized if she knew Donny was adopted she would have sprung it on him a lot sooner and done so in front of Tom, so as to cause the maximum amount of hard feelings and drama.

If she truly was a virgin before that, then she just took an all-night fucking like a porn star. She most likely tore her hymen a long time ago playing with herself with those hairbrushes in her room; that, or not being sexually active was another thing she’d lied about. I made a mental note to get her some of her own actual sex toys when this was all over – if it was ever over – so she didn’t have to use hairbrushes.

Taylor would waddle a few hours after spending the night on the tripod, but she wouldn’t betoo much worse for the wear. Her pussy lips were puffed out and sore, but it would all snap back to normal. She asked Donny if he was sure it was okay, and seemed to no longer hold a grudge about the boys playing with her tits when I walked down. It was almost as if she kind of expected they would treat her as a toy if they found her vulnerable and tied up.

“No, it’s totally cool,” Donny said as I helped Taylor squirm off the tripod and slide up so she could stand up. “It’s like Scotty said, I’m like Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker all in one.”

Donny could see neither his sister nor I had any idea what he was talking about. I let her recover herself a little stretch. We seldom ever talked like this in the morning, and it was refreshing to have a conversation with them like this.

“Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader and embraces the dark side, and he’s Luke’s real father, but Luke never knows that. He thinks his real father is Uncle Owen, who raises him with values that Darth Vader never would have. Vader would have brought him to the dark side,” Donny explained, as if we understood Star Wars trivia as well as he did.

“Well, if your father, Don, is Darkness, then that I can agree with,” I said with a grimace. Don was an asshole, to be sure.

“I’m like Anakin, because his mother Shmi was a beautiful, caring slave, and so are you!” Donny said.

I was flattered he was calling me beautiful, but he also called me a slave, as if it were simply a well-established and known fact.

We’d talked a little about our BDSM relationship, but Tom had been careful not to label me a slave. Donny could see my confusion, and pointed to my day collar and the ingot that Tom had recently purchased for me at the Adult Megastore. I hadn’t even thought about it hanging from my neck, but I re-read the inscription.

The Girl Locked In This Collar Is A Slave

Demand Devotion

Punish If Disobedient.

I felt even guiltier now because devotion and obedience wasn’t my strong suit at the moment. I turned Peter off, and Taylor stood somewhat bowlegged at my side once I helped her down.

I was surprised they so easily accepted the fact that I was a slave. They really had no question or comments about it other than, “You’re our slave, and Fart Face is our pet,” as Scotty said sweetly.

“No, it just feels like I’m your slave sometimes, because I pick up after you and make sure you have everything you need with no thanks.” I reminded my son that I was slave only to my husband. “Tom has decided that Taylor is a house pet and she serves the house, but I serve him.”

“Yeah, but you just said you served the house by cleaning up after us,” Scotty added. He really had no point other than he was pointing out one inconsistency in my story. He loved to play devil’s advocate when things didn’t add up to him.

“Your father directs me to do that, and I would do it anyway because that’s how I’m wired,” I explained, and that was the end of discussion about my slavery for the time being. I was happy I’d actually addressed it with them. I thought about discussing why I wear the day collar at all times in public, but I decided that would have to be for another time. We needed to get them ready for school and had so much to do.

“Speaking of house pets…” I pointed to the dripping-wet butt-plug and told Taylor, “It has your ooze all over it and I’m certainly not going to clean it off FOR you. I may be a slave, but I’m definitely YOUR mistress.”

“Yah, gets ta sucking! Bee-yatch!” Scotty high-fived his brother.

“You two are not her MASTERS, either; so, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I got this,” I told the two of them. I felt I may have been a little too harsh on them, so I apologized. “You’re certainly welcome to watch her be trained and disciplined in the morning IF you take care of what you need to do and get to school on time,” I assured them.

Donny and Scotty both reluctantly nodded in agreement – they could both be lazy and procrastinate, but they were enjoying Taylor’s transformation. And Tom had promised transparency when it came to Taylor’s discipline, so I saw nothing wrong with them watching.

Taylor may not admit it, but I knew their constant questions and observation were humbling her. It was humiliating for me on some level just to discipline her in front of them, but at the same time I thought it was good they understood the reasons behind it and didn’t think this was pure sexual gratification or misunderstand the point.

It took Taylor a few moments to gather her wits about her. The almond milk had dried on her tits and face along with sweat, drool, and red wax. She needed a shower, but I was going to make her kneel and suck the dildo clean before I permitted that.

Donny and Scotty stood watching her with eyes wide open and grins on their faces.

“Trying to get inspired so you can still get the hand-job this morning?” I asked with a harrumph to my boys. I wasn’t sure when Scotty came down and unloaded in the carton in the fridge, but it must have been sometime after he saw me drag Taylor upstairs.

I can’t believe how easy it was to joke about a hand-job, but the fact that both of them seemed fine with it made it kind of fun. I was glad it was now out on the table and we didn’t have to pretend I didn’t know they did it.

“After I saw you flipping out last night I came downstairs, dropped off a little present in her milk, and then passed right out. It actually helped me sleep, so thanks for that, Fart Face!” Scotty promised he’d be able to knock another one out in a few hours. “I may even save it for when I get home from school!”

“Not likely!” Donny smacked him in the arm and the two brothers teased each other. They both obviously accepted that they were (like most teen boys) chronic masturbators and had been joking with each other over it for years. They were just finally including me in on their little jokes.

Scotty and Donny chuckled like two magpies and continued watching their sister. “You guys need to get ready to get your lazy butts to school. I’ll have breakfast ready shortly. If you have to be told to go get dressed and brush your teeth, you definitely aren’t ready to watch over your sister,” I warned Donny.

They ran off in different directions to get ready, and I slapped Taylor on the butt to tell her to go take a shower. “You have seven minutes to report back to the kitchen for feeding. I want you to piss, shit, brush your teeth, and rub tooth paste around your entire crotch and ass after you shower. You can reseat Antioch upstairs if you have time, otherwise bring him back down in your mouth. You may not touch him with your hands but you can set him gently on the bathroom counter with your teeth. Can you handle that, or do you need me to supervise you?” I asked.

“Thank you, Mom,” Taylor said as confirmation before opening her mouth for Antioch.

I was surprised she said that and it seemed genuine. I didn’t correct her and make her call me Mistress. I assumed that was her way of saying she felt last night had been completely justified.

“You’re welcome,” I said, and stuffed Antioch into her mouth before turning to make breakfast.

Taylor came back with thirty seconds to spare, still dripping wet and with Antioch in her mouth. She’d washed most of the wax off her tits and face and some of the magic marker drawings from the previous day. She still had the faded “Stupid Cunt” written on her pussy lips. Her wrist cuffs and collar were still on and dripping wet.

I would have to talk to her about taking those off before she showers in the future, but they’re pretty resilient and a little water won’t hurt the wrist cuffs. I wasn’t sure whether Taylor’s collar was made from the same synthetic material that her wrist cuffs were, but they were designed for long-term wear and to be resistant to sweat and bodily fluids.

Janie was already up and raring to go this morning. She typically wore a full-length Frozen nightgown featuring Elsa to breakfast and then got dressed after. Her long blonde hair was already combed, and she was full of boundless enthusiasm for a new day. She had already cleaned and Waterpik’d her braces without being told. I usually didn’t have to worry about managing Janie’s time in the morning, which was good considering Taylor and the boys could procrastinate and usually had some complaint I had to deal with.

Janie wanted to draw all over her sister as soon as she could. She had absolutely no concerns about what she saw the night before when I dragged Taylor by the hair into my room, and I didn’t address it with her. If she’d asked about it, I would have told her it was regrettable and mommy shouldn’t have done it, but I would let sleeping dogs lie.

Donny and Scotty were getting ready upstairs and I knew they’d be joining us shortly in the kitchen.

I removed the plug from Taylor’s mouth and set it down on the ground on its base, sticking straight up. Janie had seen previous inspections her father had given, and as awkward as it seems I continued talking with her as if this were simply a normal morning ritual. It would be, going forward, and I may as well take some of the taboo out of it.

I told Taylor to turn around and face Janie and bend over for inspection. I wriggled my finger into her asshole. Her cute little back door was still a little loose and puffy from a night of torture and the plug training, but it was clean. I stuck it in her mouth and then fingered her pussy. “I didn’t leave too many bruises.” I looked her over and sniffed under her arms.

“Gross, you’re smelling her pits?” Janie scrunched up her nose.

“Sure,” I admitted, saying that if I smelled something gross, Taylor would have hell to pay. “She came down fresh and ready for her day, so there’s no problem, though!”

“I want to smell!” Janie asked enthusiastically.

I made Taylor hold her arm up over her head, and Janie bent over to sniff while giggling. “Yeah, it smells like my deodorant!”

“That’s because it is, Princess Janie!” Taylor winked at her sister to remind her that they share a bathroom.

“Oh yeah, well, it’s good!” Janie admitted and then asked me while scrunching her freckled nose and revealing her braces with a smile, “Do you sniff her butt?””

“Do I look like a butt-sniffer to you?” I laughed, and said Janie was welcome to have a whiff and let me know.

Janie backed down and went back to her seat while I looked at Taylor’s thighs. I observed out loud that there was some purple blotching on her thighs “But that’s normal from the tripod. You actually recover pretty fast. I barely see a bruise on you,” I said. I was just a little envious since, as I got older, mine could last for days after a good spanking.

“Thank you, Ma’am, and most of the bruises were to my ego,” Taylor said dutifully, indicating there were no hard feelings about the hell I’d put her through. I was really surprised she could let it go, and a little wary that she may not be entirely truthful, but I smiled back at her.

“You didn’t put me high on your list of people who you’ll wreak your vengeance upon?” I reminded her of the imaginary list of vendettas she’d been updating in her head since she was little.

“I tore up that list, Mistress. I don’t think it’s healthy to carry around that kind of anger. I had a lot of time last night to think about what happened. I couldn’t sleep and so I just spent time thinking,” she said.

I was proud of the little bitch – there was no question now that I was conflicted. I felt very guilty about taking things a bit far and violating my husband’s rules about punishment in private, and at the same time I was quite pleased with the results.

“You may sit on your plug. You’re permitted to pull your ass-cheeks apart because it won’t be easy now that it’s been out all night. I didn’t do you a favor by letting you take it out,” I reminded her, as I set the base of the latex butt-plug on the tile floor so that it stuck up.

“Yes, you did, Ma’am.” I took Taylor’s words to mean she had no hard feelings about the previous night and that I had helped her see she was wrong. She pulled her own ass-cheeks apart in front of Janie, as if it were perfectly normal to be naked in the kitchen in front of her and sit on a butt-plug. “Should I wait for Sir Donny and Sir Scotty?” she asked.

It would be normal in our household going forward – especially since Taylor actually seemed to be ‘getting it’ now.

“I don’t see why.” I said that they were permitted to watch her discipline, but that we wouldn’t go out of our way to show them. “We have to get you ready for school, and I’m already worried all this extra supervision and affirmations are going to make you late,” I suggested.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, I understand that sometimes you’ll have to discipline me when they cannot witness my suffering in order to get the appropriate results,” she answered submissively, while lowering herself onto the plug further.

“I hope you aren’t trying to make me feel guilty about what I put you through last night,” I said.

“No, Mistress.” Taylor grunted as she sat down harder on the big butt-plug and wriggled it up her ass. “I asked you to smack the snot out of me, and you certainly did. I’m still processing what happened. Will I be spending every night like that downstairs from now on?” she asked.

She wasn’t being enthusiastic or flippant in her question. She had previously asked questions that seemed to suggest she wanted things that way if possible and she was leading you down the path of making things hard on her. This question seemed truly the kind a submissive would ask – clarification of her new living conditions.

“I’m not sure, I kind of played that one by ear last night,” I admitted truthfully, but added that going forward I would do living-room training. “I also want you to jog home naked from the entrance to Cherry Lawn with your brother after you finish babysitting. You may crawl back once you get to our street. I’ll send him with one of Sandor’s leashes for you. I’ll be waiting outside with Mr. Goldman, pretending to look for you, if you want to fuck with him,” I said with the hint of a forgiving grin.

I was mad at Taylor, even if Donny felt no malice about the big reveal for telling the secret. I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that she may have guessed he was adopted, but at the same time I still had my doubts. My offer was something of an olive branch to see if she’d accept it.

“You get to run naked through the neighborhood? I’m in!” Janie spun in her chair excitedly.

“No, you’re not, Princess Janie.” Taylor warned her little sister that she didn’t want to have to do this. “I was scared shitless last night. I threw my clothes up a tree because I was being a brat and didn’t want to run home. I thought Mr. Vulgus would never make me run home totally naked, but he got in his truck and drove off. I panicked and got lost running and hiding. I almost got seen a few times; and then, if it hadn’t been for Mom making me listen to Donny I would have been out there for who knows how long. I was terrified!”

I was now quite sure that Taylor hadn’t intended to tell him he was adopted after all, and I was actually proud of what she’d just said. The pain she shared with me had been transformative – I think it brought us closer together for me to inflict it upon her, and her to receive it, and I felt a new connection to my daughter that I was just starting to understand.

“Are you sure we should keep goofing on Mr. Goldman, Mistress?” Taylor asked, and pointed out that he may actually expect her to go out that way for Halloween.

“Who says you won’t go trick-or-treating on all fours like a puppy?” I teased her. “Princess Janie, would you like to hold your sister’s leash while she sits up and begs for candy?”

“If it means extra candy, then hells to the yeah!” Janie said.

I was almost going to chide her about saying “Hells to the yeah” before I remembered her father had told them they could cuss at home. My youngest was definitely an extrovert and probably would have loved permission to run through the neighborhood naked in broad daylight. I instantly pictured her running alongside those girls in the trailer park pulling the golf cart cheering and shouting, “Hells to the Yeah! I’m the cutest pony!”

“Do you really think I could go out like that, Mistress?” Taylor asked me skeptically about going out as a puppy for Halloween.

“I’ll have to do some thinking about it, but maybe with some body paint. I could paint you up in white and then some black spots like a Dalmatian,” I smiled.

“Ooh, no, be an Akita!” Janie suggested, before adding half a dozen dog breeds and then moving on to suggesting Taylor be her favorite Pokémon: Pikachu, Jigglypuff, and Mudkips.

I ignored my youngest daughter’s plethora of suggestions and told Taylor that there was something about Mr. Goldman that just made me want to goof on him.

“Is he my better, though, Mistress?” Taylor asked carefully while finishing seating the plug.

I told her to stand up and bend over for inspection so that I could check it. It was seated properly and I tugged it first before answering her question. “He is your better, but he’s not MY better. It’s permitted to play with his head some,” I said.

“Sort of like Scotty’s version of Jenga? Mistress?” Taylor smiled enthusiastically, and reminded me Scotty had coined the term for the game of telling someone as much bullshit as you can before it collapses and they don’t believe it any more. I suppose for it to work each person has to take turns participating in piling it on.

Donny and Scotty burst into the kitchen. “Did we miss the feeding?” they asked, still huffing and puffing from hurrying. I hadn’t seen them get dressed and ready for school this fast since they were in elementary school.

“No.” I told Taylor to put their breakfast on the table and once she was finished to stand at attention and I would feed her.

Scotty and Donny joined their sister at the table. Janie had finished eating her corn pops a long time ago and seemed to just be enjoying “girl talk” with Taylor and me before Donny and Scotty came down.

“I’m going to have to get more almond milk.” I joked that we were going through it pretty fast as I poured an ice-cold glass for her and one for me. I removed an uncooked hotdog from the fridge and asked Taylor sadistically if she wanted to eat it from her tennis shoe.

“You don’t want to feed me like before, Mistress?” Taylor sounded disappointed, and the boys indicated a preference to watch me cram it down her throat again.

“I don’t know how your father’s going to feel about this.” I said that it was really just a one-time thing. Taylor had her hands on the back of her head and her mouth open, waiting with her eyes straight ahead.

Janie suggested we simply not tell him, but she’s the worst one at keeping secrets.

“Oh no, with your father it’ll come out,” I said, and suggested I’d probably be the one who got in trouble for it.

“Just tell him I was a brat and the circumstances warranted a tactical change to the strategic plan, Mistress.” Taylor must have listened to her father when he was talking about work at the dinner table all these years, because I do remember him telling us that once.

Tom said it was like a quarterback who calls an audible at the last minute, even though the team strategy is already set. “Sometimes you have to be flexible and call the play you know will move the ball, even though the plan was already made,” she quoted her father, almost verbatim.

I have to say that it was hard to grab her by the nose and throat and force a hotdog down her throat angrily if she was going to quote the man I love with respect and esteem.

“If this is what you really want,” I said, and it seemed everyone in the room wanted to see me choke Taylor with a hotdog and a cold glass of almond milk. I summoned my courage and told her, “Stick your tits out further,” and asked Donny to make sure her wrists were cuffed before I started.

“Is there a black pubic hair floating in the milk, Ma’am?” Taylor looked down at the milk, now that she was bound, with disgust.

“Aww, did you want me to pick it out for you?” I said with mock sweetness in my voice.

“No, no,” Taylor quickly thought twice about protesting and said that if I would drink it that way, she would.

Truth be told, I trim Tom’s pubic hair and would always make sure nothing but 100% semen goes into the almond milk when I put my husband’s cum in there. The boys were obviously a lot more careless. I was no stranger to picking pubic hair out of my teeth after giving a blow-job, even though it wasn’t my favorite thing. I smiled because I probably would have picked out the hair if I’d been alone, and not drank it; now I would have to, or to Taylor I’d seem like a weakling who can’t take her own medicine.

I grabbed my daughter by the throat, and then I pressed my body against her to pin her up against the table while using my free hand to hold her nose shut. This action froze her in place while forcing her mouth open. I reminded her to make a fist to help her gag reflex while gritting my teeth and shoving the almond-milk-soaked raw hotdog down her throat little by little.

Taylor gasped and gurgled while choking the dog down inch by inch until I had rammed it down her throat. I didn’t give her a chance to chew – just forcing the meat down and then little by little dripping the almond milk from the glass into her throat.

Once she had the dog down, and she was left with nothing but the milk to drink, bubbles came out of her nose and mouth. I could tell it was bitter, and there was a lot more jizz in it than I expected.

“Did you guys piss in this?” Taylor spit some of it back out into the glass and made a heaving sound.

“Yeah? Aren’t we supposed too?” Scotty asked with a look of confusion.

“Is that what you mean by knock one out?” I asked my son while shaking my head that he may not understand at all what we’d asked of him.

“No, no I just figured, since I could spit in her food, that I could spit and piss in there after I was done? So that is a hard no? Or just frowned upon?”

I was about to toss the milk when Taylor gave me a look that suggested she was down to do it anyway to prove a point. “That’s fine, Mistress. I can finish the milk if you can.” She nodded that she was ready for the last bit. “Just please pour faster and don’t drip it in.”

“I’m going to get a funnel to make this easier,” I suggested, as I grabbed her nose and tipped the rest of the glass into her mouth – filling it to the brim. I didn’t expect her to actually swallow. I thought she would probably spit the viscous, sour milk all over me once her mind told her that it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever swallowed.

“Gah, I thought Rumpleminze was the worst thing I ever drank.” She showed me her tongue and empty mouth with a pleased face at her accomplishment. “Until I drank that!”

I wanted to address the fact she just admitted to drinking 101-proof Schnapps, but I decided to tuck that away in mom-level memory-bank for a later date.

“Shit, on that TV show Fear Factor I saw them grind up hissing cockroaches and 27-year-old moldy cheese and make celebrity hotties drink it for charity! I don’t think it’s that bad,” Scotty folded his arms.

“Then have a glass, Sir?” Taylor dared him, raising her eyebrows in a spritely fashion.

“Yeah, have TWO glasses!” Janie joined her sister in challenging her brother to drink another glass. Honestly, I didn’t have nearly enough milk in the carton if they suddenly decided to see who could out-do the other one.

“Shut up, I didn’t see you drink any!” Scotty chided Janie for suggesting it.

“I had a glass yesterday,” she reminded him.

“That was before we added Vitamin Scotty and Vitamin Donny to the mix!” Scotty high-fived his brother as if he’d just won the argument.

“I poured it on my corn pops this morning too!” Janie held up her empty bowl and smiled proudly.

“Have you always been using my milk on your cereal, honey?” I asked Janie who was still basking in shutting her brother up.

“No, Ma’am.” Janie explained that the milk would make her less whiny and “complainy”- which is a word she just invented.

“You barely ever complain or whine,” I said sweetly. I told her that it was just for Taylor and me; she didn’t have to drink it, and she didn’t need to call me ‘Ma’am’, either – I prefer Mom.

“I know, but I didn’t want to let you do it alone, Mom, and I don’t mind it,” she said before sneering at her brother, “I didn’t know he whizzed in it, though!”

“I didn’t either,” I said with a look of disgust as I picked up my own glass and began drinking. It was absolutely horrid, but there was no way I was going to let Taylor think I made her do something I personally couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do after I said I would. I guzzled the drink down, getting only a little on my chin and having to wipe it off.

“Please, no more pee in the milk, Scotty?” I asked politely.

It seemed very surreal to be asking my son not to piss in my morning milk, but there it was – my new normal.

“What about spit, though?” Scotty asked for clarification. He had begun playing with his sister’s bum while she was pressed up against the table. He was pulling apart her cheeks and letting them clap back together. Her body is very springy and elastic, and slapping her pussy would make it jiggle.

I sighed – Tom had said they could definitely spit into her food. “Yes, you can both spit in the milk,” I told him.

“What about me? Can I spit in the milk too?” Janie asked.

“You want to spit in milk you’re going to drink?” I asked her with a confused expression.

“You always let Scotty and Donny do things and exclude me. I’m just a year younger than Scotty!” she smiled.

I think it was the fact she had braces in 8^th grade and she was still wearing things like a Frozen nightgown and playing with Barbies that made me think she was so much less mature than the boys. You always want to protect your youngest from growing up, for some reason.

I didn’t respond to her question because Scotty had moved from pulling Taylor’s ass cheeks open and closed and making them talk, to him throwing corn pops at her butt. He said, “Look, I can set a corn pop on Taylor’s ass and it won’t fall off!”

He put a wet piece of yellow cereal on the top part of her butt cheek and it just sat there.

“The name is Fart Face now, Sir Donny!” Taylor reminded him playfully.

“You fart in my face and it’s the last thing you’ll ever do,” he chided her while playing with her ass.

“You and your brother ask for responsibility over Fart Face, and yet you’re playing with her butt and boobs all morning. Get those corn pops off your sister’s ass!” I told my youngest son.

I may have seemed a little more serious if I wasn’t holding half a glass of cum-infused almond milk and trying to drink it.

Scotty quickly wiped them off his sister’s ass and let them hit the floor. “Sorry, I was just trying to have a little fun,” he said, looking dejected.

“That’s what you’re supposed to do,” I reminded him, and told him to pick them up.

“Why? Isn’t that Fart Face’s job?” Scotty told his sister to get down on the floor and eat what was spilled.

“Yes, it is,” I agreed, but reminded him he didn’t get to order his sister, and she paused midway down to the ground to pick up the cereal pieces. “Get down in the Kiss position and lick the corn pops off the ground,” I told her, while feeling a little foolish that it was essentially the same order I just forbid Scotty to give.

Taylor did as she was supposed to do, and while holding her cuffed wrists up, set her tits on the cold tile floor, pushed ass in the air and legs apart, She began to lick every bit of cereal off the ground like she was hungry and didn’t mind the incredible humiliation that accompanied the action when her siblings began to giggle.

“Sandor is going to miss finding food on the ground,” Donny joked.

“I pick up before he gets to it,” I smiled and added, “Most of the time!”

“Well, now that we have Hoover sucks-a-lot as the family Roomba…” Donny joked that Taylor was now our personal cleaning robot. He had wanted to get me a “Roomba” for my birthday one year, but he didn’t have the money and actually tried to make one using parts of an Erector set and a kit he bought, but it fizzled on the first day. “She’s learning responsibility, but how are we supposed to learn it so that we know what we can and cannot do?” Donny asked.

“Well, probably opening and closing your sister’s ass cheeks at the kitchen table and making it seem like she’s singing Bohemian Rhapsody isn’t going to inspire confidence that you’re ready,” I chuckled.

Scotty reached down while his sister was on the floor and pulled her ass-cheeks apart to do the part of the song where a thundering chorus sings:

“I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning,

Very, very frightening me.”

We all laughed as he held open her bare ass-cheeks on each line of the song and then let them flap closed again. Even Taylor laughed at how silly it seemed as she looked over her shoulder at her brother playing with her butt.

“You saw a little silhouetto of a man up Fart Face’s butt?” Janie asked with a silly expression.

“Yeah, and he said ‘Thunderbolt and Lightning’!!!!” Scotty held up his hands like claws and implied the lightning was Taylor farting.

“I wonder if she can even fart with that thing in her butt?” Donny asked more seriously.

“I can, Sir, want to smell and find out?” Taylor looked over her other shoulder at her older brother and smiled up at him with a good-natured trace of sarcasm. There was an element of gallows humor to their banter, but she wasn’t being mean-spirited about it. It was more like they were all commiserating and laughing about her training with her!

“I actually wonder if when she farts it makes a FRAPPPPP sound, or more like a FRIPPPPP!” Scotty made both farting noises – equally disgusting – sound distinctly different.

“It’s actually a little more silent than that, Sir,” Taylor admitted and told him her secret. “When I have to fart I push the plug out slightly with my muscles, and then after I’m done I sort of suck it back in.” She smiled proudly that she’d discovered a technique that I’d learned years ago when I first started regularly wearing anal beads and plugs in my ass for Tom.

“Show me!!” Scotty ordered with a curious excitement.

“I don’t have to do what you tell me, Sir!” Taylor said coyly, like a cat that just brushed your leg and wiggled its bushy tail invitingly, only to dart away as you reached out to pet it, but remained JUST out of reach of your hand so you may try again.

“That isn’t fair,” I said. I have to admit that I always had a strong desire for equal justice long before I knew it was a common trait of Libras. I don’t put a lot of stock in horoscopes, but I’m definitely the typical Libra. I have little problem with a person that treats everyone rotten or politely, as long as they’re consistent and treat everyone the same in the same situation.

“Fairs are filled with cotton candy and roller coasters, and last I saw we don’t have either, Ma’am,” Taylor said, adding that she’d quite willingly show him how she did it if I ordered it.

Donny and Scotty looked up at me helplessly – they were frustrated that Taylor was in a state of obedience and service and yet could quite easily put them back in their place.

“Okay, you’ve made a good point.” I told the boys that since Donny would be watching over his sister at least until Thursday when she babysat, and that if I expected them to behave responsibly, I needed to give them responsibility. “If you want to make your sister do things like that, you have a lot to learn before you can be trusted with responsibility, and the babysitting is a good place to start.”

“Actually, I fucked up big time last night, Mom,” Donny said, admitting that he probably wasn’t cut out to watch his sister. “I let her grab the wedding cake and I knew they needed it. The fiancé had to leave the wedding and go to the store to buy a practice cake because they were practicing the cake ceremony! I let her throw her clothes up a tree and then I had to text you because I couldn’t get her to even believe I knew the way home!”

“If you didn’t make at least one mistake last night then you just didn’t know enough to recognize it when you made it,” I said, noting that it was just his first time watching her.

“Well, there’s another reason I’m bringing this up.” Donny said that he’d invited Hope Miller over tomorrow night.

“Wooo-oooooh!” Janie and Scotty teased their brother.

“It’s not like that,” he said, waiving them off from getting overly excited. “I’m just going to tutor her. I can’t watch Taylor tomorrow night, though, Mom. There’s a big test coming up and I really, really need to focus on that,” he begged.

“First of all…” I told him that I always knew when he was lying because he had some tells. I didn’t tell him, but he starts blinking a lot when he’s lying, and he was blinking a lot and closing his eyes as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Donny admitted he was lying.

“That’s okay.” I told him that Taylor had no tells and that was even worse. “She sometimes completely fools me, which is why we have to be more vigilant with her and verify every little thing she does, down to how many toilet paper sheets she uses…which is how many, Fart Face?”

“No more than six, Mistress,” Taylor admitted.

I told her that was good and to go back to kissing the floor. “Naturally, your school work comes before any of this, and your father was very clear about that. However, you’re very smart and I don’t think YOU are studying. I think you’re very excited to go trick-or-treating with this girl and want to tutor her. Why don’t you go to her house?” I asked.

“I suggested that!” Donny said it so enthusiastically that I took it as a bit of an insult. He was insinuating our house is so crazy he would prefer theirs, but I also didn’t blame him as of late. “She said her mom and dad are having something of a thing recently and it would be much better if we did it here,” he said.

“I’ll go and watch her tomorrow night!” Scotty volunteered.

“No, me!” Janie volunteered with a grin too.

“No offense, Janie, but I think given how you play Barbies I’m not sure Fart Face would make it through a session with you in charge,” I laughed, and so did Janie; but no one else but Taylor knew we were referring to her tying up her sister the other day.

I asked Scotty if he was sure and did he understand it was actually work and he was expected to text anytime there was a problem and I would resolve it.

“Check out the hook, while DJ resolves it!” Scotty rubbed his sister’s well-rounded ass like it was a turntable to the beat of a Vanilla Ice song while his older brother hummed the baseline, “din-din-din-da-din-din.”

“Yes, well, I think it may be better if we just tell Mr. Vulgus he’s on his own rather than subject you to him. We’ve already ruined his wedding cake; I’m not sure what else we can do worse – ruin the wedding?” I immediately rescinded my offer for either of them to go.

“No, no, give me a chance! Like show me what to do,” Scotty asked.

Taylor pointed out that the cake turned out to be a practice cake that was never supposed to be served at the wedding. “It was just a cheap 10-dollar placeholder, Ma’am,” she explained.

“I don’t think you knew that when you dug into their cake, though,” I said, and then told Scotty he would need to go tonight with his older brother and help. “If you can get through that, and Donny says you understand how this works, then I’ll agree to it. It’ll show me you have responsibility!”

I asked Taylor if she would have a problem listening to either of her brothers tonight, or if I should tell Mr. Vulgus that she wasn’t available any longer.

“To be honest,” she replied, “I think it’ll be hard because I’ve never taken them very seriously, Mistress.”

“First off, don’t ever use the phrase ‘to be honest’ again.” I told her that implies she isn’t always honest. “You’re under such close scrutiny that the only thing you can ever be is honest!”

I waited for her to acknowledge what I’d said before telling her that I think it’ll teach her obedience to have to listen to people she hasn’t respected in a long time. “They are your betters, and the Master of the Swift house has entrusted me with your discipline while he’s away. I’m giving them very limited supervision powers over you when I can’t be directly watching your every move.”

“The same as my handlers Mistress Kimber and Mistress Summer, Ma’am?” Taylor asked from the floor.

“I’m not sure they’re Mistresses, but no, this’ll be different. Your brothers have a long way to go before I’d trust them like your father trusts those girls,” I admitted quite truthfully.

“They told me to call them ‘Mistress’, Ma’am,” she said.

“Where are those two bimbos?” I thought to myself as I looked at the time. We had less than 10 minutes left to get Taylor painted up and dressed, and they weren’t here yet, either.

“Do we get to pop her on the ass?” Scotty asked, exhilarated by my trust in him and this entire situation.

“You do not,” I said quite flatly.

They looked disappointed, but I was totally fine with forbidding that – even her handlers weren’t allowed to spank her. I told him if she needs paddling to tell me why and I would deal with it when she got home.

“We see how you deal with it,” Donny said with his eyes wide, implying I may have flown off the handle – which I acknowledged.

“You don’t have enough muscle to make me feel it anyway, even if you had Lucifer glued to your bony hand, No offense, Sir,” Taylor told her older brother.

“Second…” I advised my daughter to lose the term “no offense”. I said that there was never a time that someone said “no offense” and they didn’t just say something offensive. “You’re using it as a loophole to get away with saying something hurtful,” I told her.

“I’m just being honest, Mistress. I was told to be explicit and honest, and Sir Donny and Sir Scotty can’t spank their way out of wet paper bags. So, after I’ve had you and Master do it, even if they were permitted to smack my butt, I’d just chuckle,” she said.

That was actually high praise to be included with her father, although I didn’t want to let her know that I was quite flattered. Tom had real discipline techniques that he’d perfected in very measured and effective ways. I had merely lashed out savagely while venting my rage and frustrations.

“If that’s the case, then you won’t mind letting them practice on you.” I changed my mind after Taylor said it that way. The boys cheered and I told them that I wasn’t opening the floodgates.

“I’ll show you how to spank your sister. You’ll still text me tonight when she does something wrong, and we’ll go over what would be an appropriate punishment to execute. It makes sense to give instant punishment rather than wait a while, anyway,” I said.

“No fair, Ma’am! I didn’t mean it like that.” Taylor tried to walk back her earlier comments about her brothers, but it was too late as far as I was concerned. “You also said WHEN I do something wrong, not IF I do something wrong, Ma’am.”

“I don’t need to be reminded of what I said.” I’d heard Tom say that to me a thousand times when I tried the same technique of reminding him of how he said things. I was starting to get why it must irk him when someone does that, because I felt like she was trying to use my own words against me to get her way. “I said that WHEN you do something wrong because you’re a snotty brat at heart. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t need to be force-fed breakfast and kept naked in the living room.”

“We should probably get her a crate in the living room, like Sandor!” Scotty said, suggesting we add a cage.

“No, we should probably get one of you to walk Sandor while your sister paints up Fart Face for today. I’ve still got to find some clothes that are going to make a dent in your sister’s ego, because what she had on yesterday didn’t scratch the surface, and you saw her behavior that night!”

“One of us walk Sandor?” Donny and Scotty both whined that this was unfair, considering Taylor was supposed to be the one doing all the chores.

“You wanted responsibility? Well, that means making sure things get done, even if you have to do them yourselves. Your father went to Atlanta to make sure things done got right at his job for the very same reason.”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Donny quoted something Spiderman says.

I only know because he and Donny started arguing about it, and when I told them to snap to it before they miss the bus, Scotty asked if he could spank his sister just once before he walked the dog.

“Yes, fine.” I said that I would do an affirmation question and he and Donny could take turns if they wanted. They both agreed wholeheartedly.

Janie pouted about being excluded. I really didn’t think any of them could actually spank hard enough to ring Taylor’s bell, but my youngest daughter is very petite and there was absolutely no way her spanking would make a dent in Taylor’s armor.

On the other hand, it wouldn’t hurt, either.

“You always include Donny and Scotty, but you never include me! I want restardability!”

“You have to learn to be able to say it right before you can have it!” Scotty teased his younger sister and they started to argue.

“Fine. Do you want the lesson or not?” I told them to each line up, and I made Taylor get to her feet on her own and bend over so that she could be spanked.

Donny went first and he spanked her ass with barely a slap on the left cheek. “Wait, do over?”

“Just wait until I ask the question and she answers before you deliver the physical reminder of her discipline. Try to hit her where she sits, as opposed to off to the side,” I knew enough about being the recipient of a spanking and having been the subject of Tom’s demonstrations at BDSM dungeons to know the basics. “Fart Face will count the number and thank you, and then you get to the back of the line.”

Once we were ready I asked Taylor, “If your friends at school could see you bent over like this and getting spanked, what do you think they would say about you?”

“That I’m a freak, Ma’am.”

Donny slapped his sister’s ass to the side again and Scotty told him it was a ‘foul ball’ that didn’t land on the infield. She counted one and thanked him, but she barely registered it.

“That answer wasn’t explicit, but maybe the question wasn’t specific enough,” I warned her, and asked it a different way. Tom would usually ask the same question a few different ways in our affirmations, and I appreciated him making me come at it from different angles. “Would they be proud you’re a freak? Or would they think you’re a disgusting wretch who deserves every inch of what she gets?”

Scotty eagerly wound up like he was pitching a baseball and used the side of his hand to strike inside the crack of his sister’s ass.

“Too early,” I told him next time to wait for his sister’s answer, and I asked if he was trying to do Kung-Fu or spank. I showed him how to use his open hand and smacked her hard on her butt, but Taylor barely flinched.

“That’s two, and thank you, Sir Scotty, that was interesting.” Taylor sounded less than enthused by her spanking while answering. “I’ve never really given a lot of thought to what people actually think about me, and I think this training is the very first time I’ve ever been asked to look out of the eyes of others and see who I am. I appreciate having to show everything – even if it’s disgusting and humiliating. I think some people will think what I’m doing is actually pretty cool, because, like you, they know it’s helping; but most people would be shocked or horrified.” She gave what I thought was an outstanding answer.

Scotty stood ready for another try until I made him step behind Donny and let his sister step up.

“You don’t hold even an ounce of malice or anger towards your sister for being able to spank you and draw all over you so you look like a whore?”

Janie waited for her turn to spank and Taylor to think of an appropriate response. She usually just rattled off the first thing that came to mind, and Tom never had to prompt her to hurry up as he did with me. I tended to take longer and be conflicted about my answers, and had learned over the years to blurt out the first instinctive response that came to me.

“I actually don’t have a mean thing to say about Princess Janie.” Taylor said it out loud as if it was a surprise to even her that she wasn’t being negative. “I was actually impressed she drank that milk, and to be honest, I think I underestimated my little sister. I’m glad I have to be her house pet and I hope that she learns to treat me better than her last three gerbils, Ma’am.”

Janie looked up at me, waiting for the signal to spank her sister. I thought Taylor’s answer was very good and I was surprised again. I nodded and Janie executed a flawless but harmless spank on the center of Taylor’s ass.

“Don’t say TO BE HONEST AGAIN!” Janie reminded her with a pouty grin. “Your Mistress told you not to say it!” Janie gave her a second swat on the ass and said, “Now.” with a grin of appreciation for her sister’s words and a little mock anger. The second swat sounded a lot more painful than the first.

It didn’t leave a red mark, but it made a decent pop as the air from her hand came into contact with Taylor’s butt.

“OUCH!” I smiled when I heard it until I realized it was Janie holding her throbbing hand by the wrist – she’d hurt it on Taylor’s ass.

“One more round?” Donny, Scotty and Janie all begged for another chance to go at their sister.

“I’ll give you a chance after school when I do her next affirmation.” I promised I’d teach them the basics of a good spanking, and said that I would teach them something else right now. They all seemed excited for the lesson – even Taylor.

I grabbed her by her nose and stood her up. “How do you feel after that, Fart Face?” I asked her.

“Honestly, my cunt is still throbbing from sitting on that tripod thingy, Mistress, but the spankings didn’t do all that much,” Taylor answered quite casually.

I really hated the fact that she used the term “Honestly” to start some of her sentences. I wanted to talk to her about it because she needed to ALWAYS be honest, and it seemed like she was calling out the rare occasion she actually wasn’t diplomatically bending the truth.

I’m no real Mistress because Tom would have stopped everything and taught her a lesson about it right then. I decided I’d wait until I had more time and not muddle this lesson.

“That sounded like an honest answer, and I appreciate that, but the way you need to be feeling is thankful that your brothers and sister took the time out of getting ready this morning to help correct your piss-poor behavior and keep you from going back to your crabby, petulant ways!”

“If Mr. Crabs from SpongeBob had a wife, it would be Fart Face!” Janie interrupted with a joke and the boys laughed. I decided it was a good time to end my short and ineffective affirmation and move on to the next lesson.

I never thought it was as easy as it looked to teach and educate, or to come up with meaningful corrections, but I was at least pleased I seemed to be getting better at it since yesterday.

“If you need to lead your sister from one room to another, then there are a few acceptable places to grab her. You don’t want to rip off a body part and you don’t want her flopping around.” I shook Taylor to indicate that without leverage, if you pull her by the arm she’ll flop around.

“The easiest way to lead her is by her nose.” I grabbed the girl’s pretty nose and led her through the kitchen around the dining table, and then I switched to her ear. “You don’t have to pull off the ear. Just grab and twist and then where you want to lead her. You want to show her you’re in control and not let her think she has the lead. This is the same thing as for walking Sandor. He actually appreciates it if you lead him. If you let him think he’s in charge, then he’ll happily walk YOU down the street. But he takes comfort in knowing that his human knows where he’s going,” I said, as I led Taylor out of the kitchen to where Sandor was in the living room.

He was still crated and whining. It was well past time to walk him, but he was exceptionally good about not pooping in his crate.

“You can also lead her by her nipples.” I pinched both of her nipples with my thumb and forefinger and walked backwards through the living room with her. “You don’t want to rip off her tits or try to grab the entire boob. You want to lead and she will follow.”

The kids watched my demonstration with their full attention. “Your father would use rope ties and show you how to lead her with leash and chains, but there are simple handles already on a girl that can be used, like the ones I just showed you,” I said as I released Taylor so that we could get ready for school before they missed the bus for Cherry Lawn High.

“Handles like what else?” Janie asked.

“Like her cunt,” I said. I realize that hearing your mother say ‘cunt’ at 7:30 in the morning probably sounds pretty funny, but I didn’t expect them to crack up with laughter.

I smiled and said that I used it last night to train her, and I would use her pussy again. “It’s as big a part of her as your dicks are for you,” I said to the boys.

“Well, maybe not quite as big a part as Donny’s dick, Mistress,” Taylor said, standing with her hands behind her back in front of me.

I smiled at her, and while looking her in the eyes made a hook out of my middle and pointer finger on my right hand and then quickly stuck it inside her wet pussy.

“If you’re going to grab her by the pussy…” I started my demonstration by turning Taylor around to face them and showing I had her full attention right now.

“You can be like Donald Trump!” Donny quoted the current Presidential candidate’s famous line.

“Yes, exactly.” I said that he knew a thing or two about control, obviously. I wasn’t a huge fan of him, but humor sometimes makes things like this a lot more palatable. “You want to stick it up and in and sort of hook backwards.” I showed them how I could lead her anywhere and at the same time see how aroused she is.

“Yeah, I wanted to know how you know if she’s wet or if it’s just normal,” Scotty admitted.

“You don’t think Gloria Jenkins is going to help you find out, Sir?” Taylor offered her brother a lemony side of sarcasm, even though I had her by her bald crotch and was in total control of her.

Scotty looked at the ground and didn’t answer.

“Fart Face is turned-on right now.” I told them that I wasn’t sure if there was a time she wasn’t all hot-and-bothered, but that I would let them feel now and when she isn’t, I would help them see a difference. “You’ll be checking her at set times tonight to let me know if she’s aroused. So it’s just a pussy; and yes, Gloria Jenkins has one just like it,” I told Scotty as consolation.

“They’re all different, actually.” Donny, my nerdish son, explained that there was a chart on the internet that categorized and visually displayed all the physical attributes of each type of vagina, from a flat baby’s butt-style innie that looked like a simple crease, to a roast beef-ham sandwich that hung down between the woman’s legs like a pendulum, and all sizes in between.

“Well, what would the chart say your sister has?” I motioned for Donnie to be the one first one to hold her this way, and pulled out my fingers to stick them in her mouth for cleaning.

“I’d have to check the chart, but I’d say she has a classic pink slit peach,” he said as he awkwardly waited for me to show him how to put his fingers in his sister.

I guided his hand and told him she didn’t have teeth in there and wouldn’t be able to bite him.

“My hands are bound behind my back, but I can still head-butt, Sir,” Taylor joked to let him know it was alright.

Donny slid his finger in his sister and at first just had them at the entrance. I pushed his hand further and told him to bend his fingers first up and then back.

His eyes widened and he smiled.

“Is this category chart on the website girlsofbuckman?” I asked him. I was teasing him, but at the same time I also thought he’d very likely received all his education of the female anatomy straight from the internet until Taylor’s discipline began.

“Oh my god, I look at like a hundred porn sites a day, that’s just ONE of my favorites,” he said dismissively, but then admitted that the guy who runs the site had a different categorization system.

I asked him what it was, and Donny told me that it was based on cars. “He’d probably call her pussy a Honda Civic pussy. The most common type of pussy. Reliable and basic with clean lines. Then there’s a Toyota Camry pussy; it’s a roomier version of the Honda Civic pussy and more reliable with lower maintenance costs. He’d advise to bring along a couple of your friends.”

“Well, I’m sure Mr. Ted is very knowledgeable about pussies and cars.” I removed Donny’s hands from his sister’s pussy and told him to stick his fingers in her mouth to be cleaned.

“Why, though?” Donny asked.

“So they don’t stink from the pink!” Scotty told him, stepping up to jab his fingers in his sister and take his turn.

“Not only because they’ll smell like pussy, but you’re teaching your sister a valuable lesson that if even she cannot stand her own taste, then no one else can, and that she should be willing to clean the mess she made,” I told Donny.

I warned Scotty that he shouldn’t be so rough, and that while he’s at it, he needs to trim his dirty fingernails if he plans to lead Taylor around.

“It’s actually okay, Mistress.” Taylor said she preferred that to the slow, exploratory-style fingering of Donny. “It’s faster when you just grab me with a purpose,” Taylor told her younger brother.

Scotty smiled and said he’d definitely do that in the future. He didn’t wait for me to tell him to remove his fingers and pulled them out just as rapidly. Scotty sniffed his fingers and declared, “I love the smell of pussy in the morning!”

I could see from Taylor’s reaction that while she was putting up a good amount of bravado, this was definitely breaking down her ego and attitude and humiliating her. It obviously takes extreme measures to crack an egg this thick, and so far they were having fun with it, so I didn’t feel too bad about the lesson I was giving.

They’d seen me pull her around this way, so now they’d know how it feels firsthand. Tom had said that I should think outside of the box, and this was way, way out of the box, but it was also making sure they didn’t misunderstand what we were doing.

He stabbed his fingers into his sister’s mouth and hooked them upwards like she was a fish caught on a hook.

“Good job,” I told my son Scotty, as he pulled his older sister towards him like a kite on a string. She was bigger and a little taller than him, but he wasn’t intimidated by her.

“Her mouth feels just like the inside of her cunt,” Scotty said.

I found my own asshole puckering in angry protest each time one of the kids said the word cunt. I wondered if Taylor was reacting the same way. She was seemingly undisturbed by having her mouth compared to her cunt.

“Thank you, Sir, I take that as a compliment,” Taylor mumbled with his fingers in her mouth, and said he could remove them now and that she thought they were clean.

“What about you, Janie?” I asked my youngest if she wanted to try out Taylor.

“I’m not sure if I should.” Janie said sheepishly that she was always taught to do unto others as you would want done to you, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be treated like a human bowling ball.

“Actually, a bowling ball has three holes and one finger goes in each,” Donny said, observing rather bluntly that this was two fingers in one hole.

“Yeah, you need to do the shocker,” Scotty made a V with his fingers, sort of like Spock when he says to ‘live long and prosper’ on Star Trek. I got the impression that two fingers went in a girl’s pussy and two went in her ass, from how he held them.

“You’ve never done the shocker on any girls,” Donny said.

“No, but a guy I know has!” Scotty insisted.

“No, he hasn’t.” Donny abruptly dismissed his brother’s bragging as pure fabrication, unworthy of even as much as the benefit of a doubt it could be true, in a deadpan fashion.

“No, no he hasn’t,” Scotty said as he looked at his shoes with a sad face. “But you can imagine what it would be like if he did, right?”

I’d heard the two of them do that bit before, and assumed it was a quote from a movie they must have watched together.

It was always funny the way they would banter back and forth.

The boys looked at Janie once they finished their little joke, waiting for her to handle her sister the same way they just had.