CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11^th (Tuesday) after School. Taylor is being disciplined in the backyard and had the palm of her hand licked clean by her sister after milking Mr. Goldman.

It bears noting that in my house with four kids we have a practice they’d developed, when they were little, of licking food to lay claim to it. If you want that extra piece of chicken, then you need to lick it at the dinner table and essentially lay claim to it. This rule naturally has an exception, and that exception is bacon.

Licking bacon, on the other hand, does not in any way reserve it from Scotty or Janie. They’ll snatch pre-licked bacon right off your plate on Sunday morning if you don’t eat it fast enough or walk away from the table for some reason.

So it wasn’t entirely out of character for Janie to lick her sister’s palm clean – although I think she wasn’t aware of how sexually suggestive it was to see a girl lap up cum like a kitten out of someone’s palm.

Mort was happy and was getting dressed. I could see he was checking out Janie, bent over her sister’s naked body, licking her. Janie was still wearing those skin-tight stretchy pants from this morning, but I wasn’t going to say anything about him staring, considering the rest of them were pants-less or completely naked.

You can’t very well expect someone not to stare in a situation like that.

“Why do you wear panties, anyway?” Janie noticed he was checking her out and looked over her shoulder at Mort while he struggled back into Taylor’s panties we’d given him last night.

“That’s a fair question.” Mr. Goldman looked nervous and uncomfortable. This was clearly his secret, and I noted that it may be helpful to suggest he keeps mine. “Panties are so soft, delicate, and sexy and they make ME feel sexy when I wear them – even though I’m not.”

“Awww, I never thought about it like that!” Janie giggled, and said she’d go back to wearing them then.

His face suggested that he was turned on by the fact my daughter was wearing no panties under her tight leggings. You couldn’t actually see anything other than the outline of her body, but that did explain why I never noticed panty lines or had them to wash for her recently.

“I stopped wearing them this week because my sister doesn’t,” she admitted while licking her finger playfully. I rolled my eyes – she had no idea what that innocent smile on her face implied to a man like Mr. Goldman but he certainly did.

“She’s such an angel,” Mr. Goldman tried not to comment further on what Janie said. I appreciated that because it made me uncomfortable for him to even notice something like that about my youngest daughter. He asked, “I can really come over anytime I’d like to do this again?”

His tone suggested someone who thought this all may be a dream and, unless he got permission from the people he was dreaming about, he’d never get to have the dream again.

“Well, my daughter’s going to be babysitting tonight and tomorrow night, but if during the day when I’m doing my chores in the yard you want me to get the almond milk carton, I’ll be happy to let you contribute that way.” I smiled and said he was welcome to stay and watch us finish.

I normally found Mort mildly annoying and a pest; but after he said this was the single greatest day of his life, I was feeling very flattered. Even if there was a trace of hyperbole in his statement, I think he meant it in the moment.

“Would you be willing to milk me during the day?” Mort came right out and asked.

Once again he became the pest who goes just a little bit further than he probably should have tried. “Are you asking me to give you a hand-job sometimes?” I asked him with a flirtatious smirk that suggested I wasn’t offended, but I wasn’t going to do it, either.

It was the same tone I take when I’m on Facebook and a guy I barely knew back in high school tries to send me dick pics in my inbox.

“I mean if you aren’t running laps or digging holes,” he suggested with a smirk.

I told him I’d think about it, and hoped he didn’t reveal that I did those things in the nude. I didn’t want the boys to tease me, or suggest I do this in the nude since I’d been doing chores that way for years.

He stood and watched with his arms folded strategically, placing himself so that he could still see directly up Taylor’s crotch as I directed Donny to take his place. Taylor had been steadily pulling on Scotty’s dick, and while it was hard it showed no signs of eruption anytime soon.

I told her that she needed to do whatever it took to get them both off.

“So if I don’t pop my top before twenty-five swats then I’m just blue-balled?” Donny asked, already prepared to grumble and complain about the lack of time he had.

I didn’t want the two of them arguing over her the way they do over using their Xbox One – which is why we ended up buying two of them.

“I’ll take them slow.” I suggested the only option that came to mind.

“You can whip me until I finish milking both of them if you want, Mistress.” Taylor was uncharacteristically generous. It was a very good idea, but I was rightfully skeptical that she may have an ulterior motive.

“And if you give both of them ecstasy before we reach twenty-five, then we stop early?” I asked. As I said it out loud it actually sounded like a reasonable incentive to me. I could give her positive reinforcement by doing a better job of handling her brothers, and negative for taking her time. I was actually impressed with her idea and wished I’d thought of it.

“No, Mistress, you can beat me the full twenty-five so that I learn my lesson,” Taylor offered.

“Can we teabag you when we finish?” Scotty asked.

Taylor giggled and told them if Mistress approved that would be fine with her.

“I like you being proactive with punishment options, but I am the Mistress,” I said, and told her that I liked the idea of incentives to do a good job.

Before I could explain, Janie asked if she’d done a good job as a fluffer.

“Fluffer? I asked, and said she didn’t know what that word actually meant. It actually meant a woman who’s off-camera at a porn shoot who teases and sucks on men until they’re ready to go on camera so they’re already hard. Scotty had used it earlier to suggest no one fluff themselves hard so that Taylor had to start from scratch, but my daughter Janie liked cutesy words like fluffer, and I could see why she’d picked up on it.

“I don’t care,” Janie said, explaining that she liked the word fluffer and wanted to be the official fluffer. “She’s the helper who gets the milk and helps take the pictures and stuff. Donny and Scotty get to be the cows who get milked. I want to be the fluffer, please? Pretty please?”

“Well, first off we’re more like the bulls who get milked,” Scotty said while keeping his hands on his hips and being pulled off. Taylor had to loosen her grip and re-grab his cock because her hand was getting tired from tugging his dick.

“Silly, bulls don’t give milk, cows do!” Janie dismissed his request, but asked on his behalf if he could be a bull and she could be a fluffer.

“That’s fine,” I said, under the condition it means what she thinks it means and not what it actually meant. “You’re mommy’s little fluffer,” I said, but told her that I didn’t want her licking up the bull milk any longer.

“You didn’t want to, and you said not to waste it.” She said she really didn’t mind.

“Just aim for the milk carton, guys.” I shrugged and told them that this would be the new deal: I would whip Taylor until they both came – and she would count each one. Whoever came first would be permitted to take over for me spanking their sister under my supervision. “You can’t use a switch, but you can use your hand. You need to learn the basics. If tonight there’s a problem and I tell you to spank her right on the spot, I’ll want to know you can handle it. If either of you can’t, you need to tell me now because I don’t want Fart Face running wild at Mr. Vulgus’s wedding practice.” I made sure everyone understood the new rules of my game.

I thought that was a great compromise. I’d taken Taylor’s idea and made it so the boys had a reason to hurry as well and not drag this out. I had a feeling that Scotty had been thinking about other things just to prolong his orgasm and keep Taylor’s hand on his crotch. He could be sneaky like that.

They all agreed and I continued whipping Taylor in front of Mr. Goldman with the birch until after seven more licks it was time to replace it again.

“Okay, Fluffer, I want you to take that kitchen knife that your sister used to cut a switch and cut me two more just like this one.” I sent Janie to cut a switch for her sister to use when this final one wore out. I could definitely see the value of having an assistant around the house, and if it made my youngest more willing to help with tasks and accept her sister’s discipline, then so much the better. Janie sprang to her feet and ran off with the knife despite my caution that she walk and be careful. I had to tell her not to saw off on entire branch and show her the size I wanted cut by holding up the switch.

Taylor was still on her back and I told her that I’d almost forgotten about her boobs. I slashed hard across her tits, and as the switch swept across her dark ruby red nipples I noticed them getting harder and harder. She stuck her tits out further as if to dare the switch to slice into them harder.

I knew it stung – it had to hurt. I knew she was getting off on it, and at the same time feeling shame and pain, and seemed to be confused by the messages her body was sending to her of pain that bordered on arousal induced pleasures.

Her face was one of brave submission as she endured the switch – she didn’t gasp or moan with erotic arousal. She winced and genuinely looked in pain with each stroke of the switch!

I have to admit – that is exactly what I would have expected a true submissive to do in that situation and I was strangely proud of Taylor for doing what I would have done, despite the fact this was a punishment for my disappointment in her.

It felt right that I should be switching her this way and her reaction to it – felt very natural to me. I had trepidation about being a dominant, but in that moment I was doing what was supposed to be done and sharing the pain that I inflicted with my subject.

I wondered if that is how ‘true’ dominants felt when they punished submissives, or if I were a construct of my over analysis of simple bodily reactions to touch and pain.

“Twenty-five, Ma’am. Thank you for punishing my tits,” she said with her eyes closed.

“Open your eyes and look at your brothers’ cocks. You’re here for their pleasure and you need to look like you love to handle dicks and this isn’t a chore. You’re starting to slow down, and you need more enthusiasm. The thing is, though, I see you’re aroused, which means you’re thinking about your own wicked fantasies while slowing down on your brothers, aren’t you?”

I slashed against her tits again.

“Twenty-six, Ma’am,” she said, and grit her teeth. “It’s true, I’m turned on and I can’t help it, Mistress. I’m not attracted to Donny or Scotty, so I’m thinking about other guys’ dicks so I can look like I’m hot for them and get them off,” she admitted.

That was truthful, and I couldn’t fault her there. On the times Tom had lent me to other men I thought about him and how proud he would be of me almost the entire time. I wouldn’t deny her something I would not deny myself.

“I have to admit, I like your answers today.” I told Taylor how proud I was of her response. “You answered honestly, and I’d have been concerned if you were attracted to your brothers’ cocks. You’re permitted to be aroused while you milk them, as long as you’re honest with me. But you do have to talk dirty to them as if they’re turning you on, and I’ve not heard you say one word.” I slashed again on her hardened nipples. This switch was the weakest of the three and had the most give in it; but it also had a lot of sharp twigs and only a few spartan yellow leaves, that had stubbornly refused to fall on it, that made it sting on her most tender of places.

“Twenty-seven, Ma’am,” she said. She told me she wasn’t sure if she could say those things in front of Princess Janie, and didn’t want to get in trouble.

“I told you last night that talking dirty was part of this, and if she can’t hear the words, she definitely can’t say them or see you doing these things.” I pointed out that Janie was cutting a switch so I could keep whipping her while her she milked her brothers. “She’s out here so she’s going to hear some foul shit coming from your mouth. Let’s hear it,” I said, and gave her another swat.

“Spray your juice all over my tits, Sir,” she said to Scotty.

That was a start. I told her I would loosen her verbal protocols, so she didn’t have to count and thank me or refer to them as ‘Sir’, so that it would sound more natural.

“I wish I could rub my sore, bald cunt all over your face, Sir,” she said to Scotty again, before apologizing for using the word ‘Sir’ – she’d grown used to it.

I told her to just roll with it but to split her time equally between both brothers. “Don’t ignore one and focus on the other,” I said.

“You have a real man’s cock, Donny. I had no idea what you were packing. I bet Hope Miller is going to love this when you show it to her,” she said.

I told her that was good and told Donny that it was okay to think about Hope or any other girl he wanted, if it helped him. “I don’t expect you to be turned on by your sister – just what she’s doing and saying. If picturing that girl Hope is what gets you off, then picture her,” I said.

“Thanks, Mom, I think I know how to jack off,” he said sarcastically.

I chuckled that that was a pretty good point.

“Tell me all the dirty little things you do and think when you play with yourself, you naughty boy. Tell me everything, baby. Tell me how you play with yourself.” Taylor actually made me wet when she said that. I have to admit, that was hot.

Donny’s face suggested he thought so as well.

I whipped her, but only halfheartedly now, because I was curious what he would say.

“I fantasize about last night: you running and your tits bouncing and your ass jiggling, and you didn’t know where you were going and had to rely on me to poke and prod you, and then you getting on your hands and knees when I told you to and pretending to be my dog. I can’t stop thinking about it,” he said. I knew that was true just by looking at how lovingly he stared at her tits.

“I can feel you getting harder, if that’s possible,” she said as her hands worked his cock.

“Actually, if you could sort of pinch the skin at the base right under the head for me?” he asked. She complied, although she looked confused as to why he’d like that.

She turned to Scotty and asked him the same question “I bet you have all sorts of dirty, perverted fantasies too? I bet you’d like to make me do those things, wouldn’t you, Sir?”

Damn – that was very hot.

I was wet now, and I could see Mr. Goldman may have actually been getting his second wind.

“I do, but you wouldn’t understand them,” Scotty said dismissively, and when she prompted him to tell her he said, “I like Hentai tentacle porn where demon tentacles come out and wrap around helpless Asian schoolgirls and turn them into demonesses. I like Shota, Yuri, Ecchi, Yaoi, Seinen. You wouldn’t understand it,” he said.

“Is there something I could do that WOULD turn you on?” she asked her brother.

I noted to myself that was points for Taylor – she turned around his answer and found a way to get back on track with her dirty talk by talking about something SHE could do and understand. I was very impressed with her response. I wasn’t sure I could have been that quick-witted in the same situation.

I knew Scotty had answered honestly, but he clearly had no idea how to talk dirty to a girl, and so there wasn’t a lot she could say in response to that. I thought to myself that it may actually be helpful if he had a little practice before he tries that on a girl he’s interested in.

“I’d like to see you play with your pussy or cunt, if you have to call it that,” he said as he stared down between her legs while kneeling beside her.

“I have to call it a cunt, but you can call it anything you like, Sir.” Taylor reminded him of the rules and told him she’d love to play with it, but both her hands were full.

“Can I touch it, then?” he asked.

This was a hard stop for me, because while I’d shown them how to inspect her and pull her around the house, I didn’t want them to just play with her pussy.

“Fart Face can’t receive any pleasure while she’s being trained,” I said. I saw the look of disappointment on his face and reached down between her legs, pulled her clit hood out as far as it would go, and pinched. “I don’t think she would get pleasure from this, so you can pinch your sister here or push down with your thumb.”

“Would you like it if I did that?” Scotty asked as he was already reaching for her clit hood.

“Only because it’ll help teach me discipline, and if it amuses you both to watch me squirm, Sir,” she said.

“What about me?” Donny was feeling left out.

This was just as hard as when they had one Xbox and we thought they could share. Tom told me that they’d never be able to play multiplayer games on the same console; but the last time I’d played one was the Atari 2600, and I thought that’s how it worked. Taylor was clearly going to have to be two-player, since I didn’t have another for them to play with.

“You can pinch her nipples,” I offered, but he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about that.

“What would you like to do to me if Mistress allows, Sir?” Taylor had just said the magic words.

I’m glad I kept a journal, because this was actually the hottest thing she could have said. His face lit up like a kid in the candy store with the endless possibilities she just implied he could have, if only I said so. She hadn’t promised him anything, but the way she suggested she would do whatever I told her had clearly turned him on.

“I’d get down between your legs and lick your pussy and coat my face in that and fuck you so hard. I’d fill you with cum and then bend you over and fuck you from behind!” Donny sounded like he’d had this fantasy before, the way he blurted it out.

“Nasty!” Janie scrunched her nose and clarified she didn’t mean nasty cool, she meant nasty gross. She handed me two more switches that were a little large, but would suffice. I’d have to teach her how to select them and trim them up, but she was starting off to be a pretty good fluffer. “Can I say what I would do?” she asked me.

“That really isn’t how this works,” I said with a grin.

Janie seemed deflated after I laughed at her question, and I felt bad, but I really didn’t want to hear her talk dirty and I didn’t think it belonged if the goal was to get the boys off. Taylor, on the other hand, took pity on her and said, “Princess Janie, what would you like to do to me if Mistress allows it?”

Janie’s face lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve.

“I would superglue Antioch into your butthole so it never comes out, and then cut a hole in the center and put a straw in the middle so you can go poopoo and I would hide your clothes so you never can find them and have to stay our pet, and I would make it so I get to walk you instead of Scotty and Donny and you’re my best friend and you can never ever go back to the meanie-butt that you were before you started this, because I love, love, love you so much and you’re making my heart hurt with how big it’s getting from watching you become so wonderful and beautiful to me,” she said quickly, explaining that she was proud of her sister and wanted her to remain just like this.

I was floored. I wished I’d recorded her entire speech because I may not have captured it all here, but suffice to say everyone was left speechless with not only what she said but how certain she was that she wanted that.

“Wow, Princess Janie.” Taylor told her she wasn’t sure how to respond to that, adding, “Thank you.”

I whipped her hard across the pussy and told her to get into the kneeling position and squat with her legs apart on the balls of her feet so that her cunt would remain exposed but she can get closer to the cocks.

“Put your dicks closer to her face and let her spit on her hands again so that they get slippery,” I said.

Scotty didn’t want to stop messing with his sister’s clit, but both of the boys appreciated being able to stand up again and let Taylor jerk them off with her face close to their cocks, waist-high.

“Give me that come, honey. I want it in my mouth. Come on, give it to me,” she said to Donny as she pulled him off and pinched under his massive cock-head.

She definitely knew how to talk nasty. I believed her when she said she was a virgin, simply because she was too stingy to give it up to a boy before, but I also thought she had a naturally wanton and sexy streak when the mood struck her.

“Don’t actually squirt in her mouth,” I reminded them, and I had Janie at the ready with the milk carton to catch any falling semen.

“I’m so fuckin’ wet, just let me suck your sweet lollipop,” she said to Donny.

I wasn’t going to stand over them and remind them each time not to let her suck their cocks or try to stick their dicks in her mouth. This was an illusion, though, that she was going to do it and I totally understood why it worked. “Why aren’t you two cumming?” I said.

“It’s kind of hard with you and Goldman out here watching,” Scotty admitted, and Donny agreed.

“It needs to be done out in the open or it can’t be done,” I said, and crossed my arms across my chest.

“If you were being sexy and stuff then I could see that, but I understand you not trusting Fart Face. But you’re basically saying you don’t trust us to respect any boundaries and rules,” Donny explained, and his brother echoed that sentiment as well.

They had a good point, and they would be going with her to watch her babysit tonight.

“Fine, what would you like me to do? Make out with Mr. Goldman?” I asked.

“Oh, would you?” Mr. Goldman knew I was joking and joked right back.

“I think stop talking or something,” Donny suggested, at least while she was in the middle of getting his rocks off.

That I could do, and I so I went into observer mode while she jerked off two dicks – one giant-size and one slightly above average.

“Just grab my head and force me closer, Sir! Do it if you want, grab me by the hair,” Taylor suggested. They didn’t, but I thought she would have let them if they did.

“I want it all over me. Cover me with your jizz! Please? Bathe me in it!” she begged them.

It was then that Scotty popped his load, and this was probably about enough to fill an entire regular-size condom. This was a porn-star level cum-shot, and he didn’t hit the milk carton at all. He jizzed in her hair, on her face, up her nose, in her eyes and all down her neck and tits, and when I thought his dick couldn’t pump any more he grabbed it like a shotgun that he was pumping and gave one more squirt right on her face.

To be fair, I never envisioned the boys cumming all over Taylor, but I should’ve known they couldn’t be expected to squirt it precisely in the almond milk. After all, they still couldn’t actually hit the toilet bowl when they took a piss, because I’d been cleaning that up off the bathroom floor for years – why should I expect them to hit this target?

“Oh my, Al Ha' Panim!” Mr. Goldman observed, and when no one understood him, he said it’s an old Yiddish phrase meaning “On the face”. He added, “When I get turned on sometimes I talk like an old Jew. It’s something my uncle the Rabbi taught me – don’t ask! Anyway, nice shot!”

“Fuck! I didn’t mean all over my face literally, Sir.” Taylor froze with her shoulders up and her hands down as white ooze dripped all over her. She was completely grossed-out by it.

Janie was giggling.

“You asked him to cum all over you,” I finally broke my silence.

“I was just talking dirty. I thought that’s what I was supposed do, Ma’am,” she said, and shook, dripping some of the cum on the cement of the patio.

“You want Janie to snap a few photos of this for Kimber and Summer too?” I asked sarcastically. “Since you thought they’d have a good laugh at you being teabagged, I’m sure they would love to see glazed up like a jelly donut and laugh their rotten little asses off.”

Taylor actually giggled after I said it like that, and agreed they probably would.

It didn’t take any more than my sarcastic suggestion for Janie to begin clicking away with the cell phone. I would have to remember to tell her to delete these after I proved my point. I didn’t want them ‘escaping into the cloud’ like my video had.

Scotty looked like a marathon runner who had just come in first at a race. He was exhausted but self-congratulatory, and doing something of a victory dance with his pants around his ankles.

I told him he was on his own to pull them back up, and chided Taylor for slowing down on Donny’s hand job. “You don’t drop the pace or give any less service to your betters. If you’re going to learn anything from this, it’s that they come first!”

“Quite literally,” Mr. Goldman quipped, noting that they all came first.

Even Janie giggled, although I’m not entirely sure she understood all the references that were being made. I know for sure that from her smile and body language she definitely didn’t seem offended or disgusted by what she’d just seen. That surprised me too. The little blonde munchkin was grinning eagerly and impishly snapping photos of everything.

She didn’t actually see this as dirty or perverted. I think to Janie this was no different than a spicy game of Truth or Dare, or Spin the Bottle, and I knew she’d played those relatively innocent games with her friends on sleepovers. I’d just never said anything to her about it because I didn’t want to seem like I’d been snooping when I walked in with cookies and milk for them.

I was actually pleased she was curious and giggly about it, because the alternative would have been that she was freaked out and deeply disturbed, once I burst her bubble on how cum was made and she saw the reality of it. I felt a little guilty that I took the chance it would have disturbed her in order to discourage her from dipping into my almond milk, now that I saw how eager she was.

“So you want to lick all Scotty’s glaze off of me, Fluffer-nutter Janie?” Taylor looked disturbed and uncomfortable as she squatted at their dicks, drenched in semen.

“I glazed you like a jelly donut,” Scotty said, and told Taylor to look up at him. She flashed her blue eyes up at her brother, and he pulled the skin of his balls across her eyes and shouted “Tea bag! Oh yeah! Did it! I did it!”

Janie looked over at me for permission to lick the cum off her sister’s salty body. I didn’t even want to look at Mr. Goldman for fear he’d be grinning from ear to ear, salivating for me to say yes.

“That may be a bit too much to handle.” I told Janie to scrape it off into the milk carton. She actually looked disappointed when I told her she couldn’t gobble all the cum off her sister’s body.

“You can’t eat all the cum.” I demanded selfishly that there had to be some left for the rest of us.

“Fucking, Sof Ha'Derech!” Mort’s Yiddish meant nothing to me, but by his tone I could tell he was over the moon with delight at what I’d just said.

My real reason was that I didn’t want to watch my youngest girl slurp all that cum off her sister’s naked chest in front of the boys and Mr. Goldman, because that was well past the already gray line of decency I’d been skirting in the first place. However, it sounded a lot hotter, and I also really did want to see that cum in my milk. I have to admit, I crave it.

I didn’t crave it from my sons, but seeing how much Scotty could produce I felt like it was a tremendous waste if he’d been flushing that much cum down the toilet or into tissues.

“Okay, Fluffer-nutter…” I told Janie, using her sister’s term of endearment for her, since ‘fluffer’ really implied a far different kind of helper, “Scrape it into the carton, and anything that you can’t get you can lick up, but anything on the patio your sister is going to get down on all fours and lap up like a dog,” I said.

Janie nodded and smiled, revealing her braces.

Apparently, Mr. Goldman had a thing for braces, because he wanted to go again as soon as she smiled again.

“Well, we really can’t stay out here long.” I said I had to get dinner ready, get Taylor’s pussy shaved, and go over the rules with them before Mr. Vulgus comes.

“Just once more? This is the highlight of my admittedly very sad sex life.” Mort said I wouldn’t want him to just waste it, adding, “I sold the memoirs of my sex life to a publisher – they’re going to make a board game out of it.”

“Well, when Fart Face finishes Donny, if you aren’t done I would ask that you finish yourself. Is that fair?” I asked.

“More than fair.” Mort knew the drill and came over to where Taylor was sitting up letting her sister wipe the cum off her as best she could. A lot of it was in her hair, and wouldn’t be easy to get out with fingers.

Taylor used her mouth to unbuckle him and as she did dripped semen on his pants. She immediately apologized and held up hands to indicate she couldn’t really do anything else.

“That’s okay, you can get it on my pants. My wife won’t know if it’s mine or somebody else’s,” he chuckled, and asked that she just not get it on his pocket watch. He pulled it out of his trousers on a chain and said, “I'm very proud of my gold pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.”

I don’t know why the others weren’t bent over with laughter, but I found it difficult not to laugh hysterically at some of the things he said. His delivery was so deadpan that you could never be quite sure when he was serious or joking.

Donny was still trying to get off, and I could tell he’d like to touch himself.

“Donny, go ahead and show your sister how to masturbate you the way you like.” I permitted him to demonstrate how he handled his cock while keeping her hand on it. He was rough with himself and tended to pinch and tug in places I thought guys would definitely not like, grabbing the throbbing vein at the bottom and working it almost like a miniature version of a clit.

“I can smack the shit out of her now?” Scotty asked, while Taylor returned to jerking off the two dicks in her hand – one massive and one extra-small.

“You can discipline your sister with me supervising,” I clarified for him.

“I saw how you discipline.” Scotty nodded that they were the same thing. “That’s smacking the shit out of her.”

I felt bad I had left the impression on them that all discipline had to be rough.

“Try and impress me by learning the basics,” I told him, adding that he could put Taylor in any position he wanted as long as she could reach both cocks to administer it.

He put his finger under his lip and flipped it a few times, as if trying to come up with an appropriate position, then ran inside the house.

“Keep talking dirty!” I reminded her as she pulled on their dicks.

“Do you want to discipline me too, Mr. Goldman? I’ve been very, very bad today, and everybody gets to take a turn.” Taylor oozed seductive sexuality on that one, and Mr. Goldman looked like he was going to pop his cork again.

She was about to try another one on her brother when Mort pulled her chin up to look up at him with two fingers and then spooged right in her face – on her lips.

“Gah!” Taylor sounded like she was disgusted with being treated like this and may actually revolt at this point. I wouldn’t blame her – we may have taken things a mite too far, and she’d been a really good sport about it.

“Mr. Goldman, Sir…” Taylor told him that he was supposed to squirt in the milk carton. “Now every time I talk it’s going in my mouth, and my mom is going to punish me for eating all the spunk!”

I did not expect that.

He smiled, and Donny smiled, and Janie smiled.

“Plus I have to kiss it off her lips because I can’t scrape it.” Janie planted a giant kiss on her sister’s gooey-wet face.

Mr. Goldman held up a finger as if to say something, and then promptly shut up. He was happy – very happy.

“Why do you like the taste of cum so much, anyway?” Donny asked his youngest sister.

“It just tastes kind of like snot,” she said, and shrugged as if that made perfect sense.

“Does snot taste good?” I asked her with a puzzled expression on my face.

“No,” she said with another smile, while cleaning her sister and dripping her finger into the milk carton.

“Then why do you like it?” I asked.

“Because you and Fart Face do it, and you’re cool, so that’s cool. And also because I don’t want to be a meanie and turn out like Taylor did,” she admitted.

I saw a hurt look on Taylor’s face, but I let the comment stand without adding my own – mostly because the sliding glass door to the patio had just slid open again.

“Oh? Did I miss something?” Scotty came outside carrying a dining room chair and noticed Mr. Goldman’s look of total rapture.

“Just Mr. Goldman jizzed in Fart Face’s face, and then I had to kiss her like this,” Janie planted another kiss on her sister. It wasn’t a sexual or erotic open-mouthed kiss. It was a big sloppy wet kiss like she planted on me and her father.

Taylor had never permitted her to smooch her that way.

Janie loved it – even though there was cum all over Taylor’s face.

“Wow, cool.” Scotty could care less, because it wasn’t about him, and he sat on the chair when he set it down. “I saw Mom put you over her knee and that looked hot, like something out of George Orwell,” he said.

“George Orwell, the guy who wrote Animal Farm?” Donny asked for clarification with his brow knotted.

“No, the guy who painted all those old-timey paintings where the girl’s walking down the street and her skirt blows up and she’s like ‘whoops’, or the teacher is teaching class and her skirt flies up and there’s this kid shooting one of those old-timey slingshots at her butt,” he said.

“You mean Norman Rockwell?” Donny guessed.

“Probably.” Scotty shrugged that he didn’t care what the painters name was. “It was like these hot 1950’s situations, where everyone is super-normal and kids play marbles or hopscotch or something but there’s a lady in the window and she’s getting out of the shower and dropped her towel. Anyway, when Mom spanked her last night that way I about busted a nut watching the two of them, and I want to do that!”

He patted his lap for Taylor to come lay across him, facing down.

I was flattered my son thought anything I did was hot. I really needed to feel beautiful, and other than a brief flirtation the other day at the grocery store I felt very neglected in that area.

I know Tom loves me – but I was feeling lonely and uncomfortable being a dominant. If I have to be completely truthful with myself – I was also just extremely horny. Without Tom’s attentions and just observing someone else be trained – I had been left longing to do more than just play with myself. I needed to get fucked and hard!

“Get your sexy ass over here and bend over my knee,” Scotty urged her, anxious to get her into position. I saw her hesitating while pulling Donny’s dick.

“That’s something we need to go over.” I squeezed her nipple hard and pinched it hard. “If one of your brothers tells you to do something tonight, then you do it immediately – the most recent order supersedes the old one or what you want to do, which is be lazy, obviously.” I warned her that I would not tolerate laziness and her disrespecting them tonight as I pulled her over to Scotty.

He seemed thrilled at his newfound power.

“Your older brother has seniority, though.” I warned my son now as Taylor draped herself over his lap. Janie was still in the process of cleaning her up, but Taylor wasted no time getting on him. even if it meant dripping a little wet jizz on him.

“Awww, he always gets to just because he was born earlier,” Scotty whined.

“That kind of outburst doesn’t impress me.” I told him that was not the way to make his case. “If you want my respect and trust then you’ll accept my decisions,” I told him. “Your brother has seniority because, unlike you, he volunteered to watch over her every night this week while you beat your meat in your room and played video games. He has experience and knows everyone and has a better idea of the kind of tricks she’s going to try to play on you both,” I said.

Taylor looked up at me defiantly while sticking her butt up in the air like a cat wiggling its tail.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I told her, saying that I knew very well she would try to get one over on her brothers when she wasn’t being watched carefully. “If you think I was harsh making you run home naked after you finish, you haven’t even scratched the surface of how strict and creative I can be when I put my mind to it,” I said.

That wasn’t entirely untrue. I hadn’t scratched the surface of how strict and creative I could be either, but I was finding that some of the decisions I made were fun and actually made a lot of sense to me. Things finally seemed to be falling into place tonight – I was strangely confident that I was going to succeed at my being a dominant, despite my misgivings earlier.

Donny had walked over with her while his sister held his cock in her right hand, pulling his dick, and Scotty began slapping her butt with her draped over his lap.

“Use both hands? Or is your left one for picking boogers?” I asked Taylor sarcastically.

Janie and Scotty both laughed hard.

I told Scotty to develop a rhythm in how he spanked. I knew this from years of being spanked that the more experienced dominants tended to have a kind of cadence in how they slapped the submissive’s ass.

“Don’t rub the ass between swats, either,” I suggested, trying not to sound too much like a backseat driver. I just hated when a guy would rub my butt, as if he were massaging me while spanking me; he seemed like he was trying to decide if he really wanted to spank me and instead was just trying to grab my ass. I didn’t tell Scotty why I didn’t want him to do that – but I saw a look of approval from Taylor.

Scotty had rhythm, unlike his brother, but initially he just tried playing bongos on her ass and slapping it. I had to explain to him that this was actual discipline, and if he wanted HER to take him seriously as an authority, he had to act like it.

“Slap like you mean it, and you want it to sting.” I told him not to play with it. “If you put her in your lap to look at her asshole, then do that. If you put her there to discipline, then do that, but don’t do both,” I said.

Scotty looked concerned that I’d placed some conditions on his being in charge of his sister.

“What’s the point of being the boss if you still can’t do what you want?” he said.

“Great question.” I told him that everyone has a boss. “I’m the boss of you, and your father’s the boss of me, and your father has a boss at work. There’s never going to be a time when you don’t have a boss,” I said.

“Especially if you get married,” Mort threw in for laughs.

“Well, it depends on who you marry,” I smiled and said nothing more about that, but continued to explain. “Even the CEO of a company reports to a board and ultimately to his customers and shareholders. The President of the United States has to answer to Congress and the American people.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m just rich and I don’t care what anyone thinks?” Scotty asked while still spanking her ass.

“Then you’d still have rules on how you can handle your property and business.” I told him that in Cherry Lawn Estates, even though we own this house, we still have to ask the HOA if we can paint it a different color.

“That sucks,” Scotty said.

“You’re getting to spank your naked sister, while she lays her tits down and ass up in your lap, and you were told you have to spank her, right? And you think THAT sucks? I should have such a sucky life as you.” Mort put things into perspective for Scotty, and he actually seemed to understand what I took 10 minutes to explain and still couldn’t.

I thanked Mr. Goldman for setting the boys straight, and he nodded that he was good for something after all.

“It’s still pretty good to be King.” Scotty slapped his sister’s bare butt and grinned.

“Dad is King.” Donny stuck up for Tom’s absolute authority in the house and noted, while Taylor grappled with his big dick, “We’re more like a couple of Dukes.”

“Really cool Dukes.” Scotty accepted the metaphor as nobility quite enthusiastically.

“I’m a Princess!” Janie danced around and twirled. “And a fluffer!”

“I wouldn’t tell that to many boys at school,” Mr. Goldman suggested before adding, “…unless you really want to be popular.”

I clarified that he was joking, and that she should keep what happens at the house between us.

“I thought you said if we had to hide how we live, then we must be doing something to be ashamed of?” Janie pointed out.

“That’s true.” She had me there, and I agreed with her, but I told her that we didn’t have to advertise it.

“You have me running naked down the street after 11 every night I babysit, Mistress,” Taylor pouted. She was clearly only annoyed with her brother’s swats and not feeling the sting of the switch from earlier.

“I didn’t mean for you to run out in the open and wave at people,” I clarified, and shook my head that it should be obvious. “I expected you’d hide in bushes and alongside of walls so that you aren’t spotted!”

“I’m glad you told me now before we got out there, Mistress.” Taylor’s face told me she’d misinterpreted my instructions to mean to just run as boldly as she could down the center of the street.

That would be kind of funny, to see her lily-white tits bouncing up and down the street like those girlsofbuckman.com do in the videos my son watches. I was actually surprised she’d even consider following an order like that from me.

“This is all new to you,” I said to her with understanding in my voice, after she looked perturbed that I thought my instructions were obvious. “I appreciate that you trust me enough with authority over you to follow my orders; but if they’re not clear, then I need you to ask for clarification. That’s your responsibility: to show me that you’re thinking about what you’re doing and not just passively following orders like some kind of robot. If things aren’t making sense or seem a little too over the top, they probably aren’t what I wanted you to do. This is new to me as well, and I want to be a better Mistress for you,” I said.

“Well, actually, Ma’am…” Taylor looked up at me and flashed her baby-blue eyes with a smile. “What doesn’t make sense is laying across Sir Scotty’s lap when he already has another hard-on and him slapping my butt like this. It doesn’t even hurt, and he isn’t asking me affirmation questions, so it’s more like a distraction than it is any kind of discipline.” She called out her brother’s ineffective discipline diplomatically, but rather bluntly.

That was good, for Taylor, considering her natural tendency would be to put him down and make him feel small.

“What would you rather he do?” I asked her. My husband had a tendency to make you come up with your own solution to a problem using questions like this.

“Stop just playing with my butt and either stand up and let me jerk him off again or actually spank me and teach me something, Mistress.” Taylor sounded frustrated and a little bit miffed that she was expected to do this.

Scotty looked flabbergasted he wasn’t cutting the mustard, as far as Taylor was concerned, but he didn’t stop jiggling and slapping her ass with the palm of his hand.

“Your brother is learning how to punish you, and the first lesson is that anyone can slap a butt. You need patience, control, discipline, and authority when you’re trying to dominate someone else and bring them to heel. You need to hold yourself to a standard so that you aren’t just as guilty of what you’re punishing them for. You’re right: your brother is just wildly slapping your heiney like he’s trying to play whack-a-mole, but he needs practice to get to a point that he can actually discipline you. Do you remember when your father told you that criminals get punished for what they did wrong, and athletes train and practice every day to get better?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I definitely remember that,” she admitted.

“Before you began the discipline, I doubt your Master or I could get two sentences out before you were texting on your phone, like your friends Summer and Kimber.” I told her that she wouldn’t pay attention to or retain anything we said. “We punished you, but we’ve also been training you. Your brother is training, too, and you’re his training dummy right now. This is why he can’t just discipline you as he sees fit – he needs to learn how to do it and how to measure if he’s being effective,” I said.

“I want to learn too!” Janie pouted.

“You’ll get your chance,” I promised her, saying that she could spank her sister’s butt sometime in the future as well. I reminded her that Scotty was going to help watch over his sister tonight with Donny, and I did not want a repeat of last night where Taylor apparently ran wild over her brother. I asked her to go retrieve the white leather riding crop we call Angel from the den so that he could try that.

“It’s kind of hard with you watching over me,” Scotty said, and Donny agreed that I was keeping them from having fun.

“I’ve told you that until you prove you can be trusted to run things, you’ll need my approval and guidance. And if you don’t like that, then we can make other arrangements with Kimber and Summer. Your dad prefers them anyway, because we don’t want you distracted or involved any more than you need to be. This is all voluntary on your part – Fart Face’s too!”

“So, if I want to volunteer for Sir Scotty to stop spanking my ass, then I can just get up?” Taylor asked.

“No, this isn’t ala carte.” I explained she couldn’t pick and choose what she did and didn’t want to do. “You made the choice to be disciplined and put to task. Your choice would be to beg your Master to release you from this discipline and go back to being the shit-heel that you are to everyone around here if you can’t handle the exercises and expectations placed upon you,” I said.

Taylor sucked her lip as if she were thinking about it and didn’t like that option, but accepted my explanation and let Scotty smack her ass.

Janie brought me the leather riding crop in her mouth. “You don’t have to carry him in your mouth like that – only Fart Face does,” I said.

“I know, but I wanted to! I volunteered!” she smirked.

I reminded her that just because she volunteers to do something doesn’t mean she gets to do it. “That isn’t how volunteering works. Then you could say you volunteered to eat all the ice cream and use that as permission to eat it all. You still need to make sure it’s okay with whoever you are volunteering to!” I explained.

“Okay, can I carry Angel in my mouth in the future?” she said.

“That’s fine,” I shrugged. Janie would forget in a minute and I wasn’t going to argue the point with her. I wanted to teach Scotty how to use it. I made him stop his pointless pats on her ass that were more taps at this point, and told him to go ahead and hold her ass-cheeks apart.

“Really?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“Yes, you can look at her ass any time you want. Is that not right, Fart Face?” I asked, and told him he can have a good long look and get it out of his system.

“Yes, Sir Scotty – I can’t hide anything from anyone around here anymore – I surrender my privacy and my dignity at the door as soon as I come home. There’s nothing you can’t look at on my body,” she said.

I told her that was a very good answer, and then sliced into her asshole with Angel by giving her a pop.

“Thank you, Ma’am, for reminding me of that,” she said – having long since lost count of the number of spanks that she’d received on her rosy-pink ass.

“Yeah, but I can’t see her actual asshole. It’s just this big plug sitting there. Can I tell her to flex and pop it out so I can see her suck it back in?” he asked. She had teased him this morning that when she needed to release gas with the plug in all day, she would quietly push the plug out and break the seal, release the gas and then suck the plug back in with her ass muscles. She was quite happy to remind him he couldn’t order her to show him.

“At 9 p.m. tonight is the only time Fart Face is permitted to shit and piss. I should have given her a set time last night, but I didn’t realize she needed as much regimentation as she does at school.” I suspected Kimber and Summer weren’t actually providing the regimentation that her father outlined, but he’d set bathroom times for her.

“If she begs to piss or shit before or after, I want you to tell me and we’ll address it!” I told him.

“Can I ask why don’t you just say if she begs to use the bathroom? It sounds so nasty when you say it like that,” Mr. Goldman asked with a curious expression, adding, “Not that I have anything against nasty – some of my best friends are nasty.”

“She has to say exactly what she means,” Janie piped up and offered an explanation based on what we’d told Taylor. “If she has to go piss, then she has to just beg to go piss. That way Mom knows how long to give her. She isn’t allowed to sugarcoat it like me and say that her farts smell like rainbows and unicorn butter!”

“They don’t!” Scotty reminded her.

“They do!” Janie stuck her tongue out at him and pointed her butt at him jokingly.

“She’s right.” I confirmed for him that we were teaching Taylor to be explicit and she’d be punished if she thought she had the right to go to the bathroom. “She has to be as vulgar as her behavior has been, but also ask politely and respectfully,” I said.

“A tall order for most teenagers.” Mr. Goldman liked the idea, though.

I returned to preparing Donny and Scotty for tonight. “You’re going to have to make Fart Face beg at 9 p.m. on the dot to have Antioch removed. One of you has to remove it and stick it in her mouth so she can clean it. One of you has to stick your finger up her ass and wriggle it around to make sure she actually has to shit, and make her clean it. One of you has to time her and make sure she uses only six sheets of toilet paper, so she doesn’t waste any. One of you has to inspect her when she’s done, and that includes sticking your finger back in her ass and checking her plug, and then finally make her sit on the plug and let it go squarely back up her ass!”

“We could take turns!” Donny suggested.

“As long as my turn involves sticking my finger up her ass!” Scotty said while he played with his sister’s ass.

“Go ahead and take Antioch out now,” I told them they could both practice on Taylor’s asshole before she leaves.

“I suppose calling it an asshole is also part of the training?” Mr. Goldman asked.

“Yes, SHE has to call it what it is, but we can call it anything,” I said, noting that there were no speech restrictions on us.

“Yeah, I call it a turd cutter,” Donny smirked.

“Fart box!” Scotty agreed while he unsealed and tugged at his sister’s butt plug. It was big and pushed in deep, but he was taking his time playing with it.

“I used to call it a ‘you know what’,” Janie said proudly with a smarmy grin “But not every knew what, so now I just say ‘poop hole’ or ‘butthole’ or ‘asshole’ like everybody else!”

“Good to know,” Mr. Goldman laughed.

“Just take it out and stick it in her mouth,” I told Scotty, and said to stop playing with it. I shrugged and said, “Your father said you could always make her show you her tits to see if she’s aroused, or hold her ass-cheeks apart for you to see if Antioch is sealed in tight. So I don’t see the problem if tonight, as long as you put her babysitting first and make sure whoever she’s watching is taken care of, you order her to push and pull Antioch in and out in front of you, as long as you don’t abuse that authority. It’s good practice for her to build up her anal muscles, if she’s going to wear the plug long-term anyway, to do at least 10 times a day,” I said, speaking from experience.

“Wow, cool! You mind that, Fart Face?” Scotty popped her butt-plug out and held it up. It had a little brown streak on the black latex and was wet as it came out, releasing a little gas.

“Not if Mistress says you can make me do it.” She promised she wouldn’t hold it against him. “It’s part of my training, so thank you for doing it.”

“You are so welcome!!” Donny popped the plug straight into her mouth without wiping it off.

“Gross! Was there some poop on it?” Janie scrunched her nose.

This was my chance to make serving not seem so glamorous and inviting. I had the impression one reason she was so willing to drink the almond milk was she wanted to be considered grown-up like Taylor and me. I also thought in her mind she had glamorized us the same way she did celebrities that posted their ass and tits on Instagram to pander to their fans.

“Yes, that’s what’s in her butt, and one reason I don’t want her walking around with an asshole packed full of shit all day. She has to clean her plug before she puts it back in and sanitize it in the sink before school every day. It won’t kill her to have to taste some of her own shit – she’s been shitting on everybody else for years.”

“That’s fucking hot,” Scotty said, then asked if there was still shit in her butt.

“There’s only one way to find out,” I said, and told him he could inspect his sister’s gaping ass.

Her asshole nub was pink and only slightly wrinkled. The skin was a little darker at the top, but it was otherwise a very pretty and tight asshole that had been stretched and puffy from wearing the plug almost constantly for the last few days.

I showed my son how to work his fingers in and told him to use no more than two fingers on his sister. “You can find out all you want to know with two. Feel around, and if there’s a little turd-ball in there, then you know your sister has to shit. If not, then you know she’s lying if she’s asking permission,” I said.

“There’s none in there.” Scotty pulled his fingers out and sniffed them.

“Gross! You sniffed your fingers.” Janie roasted her brother by laughing at him.

“I just wondered what it smelled like,” he said.

“Probably the same as your own butt smells when you stick your finger in it,” Donny told him.

“Hardee Har Har,” Scotty mock-laughed at his brother, and warned him he would give him a Dirty Sanchez.

Taylor had her head down, so she was looking at the cement and not watching what she was doing while jerking him off with both hands. I made her look back up and she was turning red with embarrassment. I had finally reached a line that she didn’t want to cross with Scotty.

“What’s a Dirty Sanchez?” I asked.

The three of them laughed at me as if I should know. I was pretty sure Janie was simply laughing because Donny and Scotty were. I could tell Mr. Goldman didn’t know, either, from the look on his face, or didn’t want to admit he did.

“It’s where you stick your finger in a girl’s butt and then draw a little mustache on her face with it,” he said.

“You can only do that AFTER she shits if she has anything left in her backdoor,” I explained, and Scotty couldn’t believe I was serious. “Sure. Why not? If she keeps her asshole clean and empty, she has nothing to worry about. This is an incentive to do that. I don’t see why you can’t draw a little Pedro mustache on her under her nose.”

I made Taylor put her head up so Scotty could remove Antioch long enough to get his finger cleaned and put it back in.

“Can I smell his finger first?” Janie asked curiously. I could see Mr. Goldman’s eyes light up that Janie wanted to do that.

“I don’t see why. Can’t you smell your own butt?” I asked.

Janie agreed and looked a little dejected until her brother offered his finger anyway to satisfy her curiosity.

“Smells like parmesan cheese and sweat!” She identified the smell and Scotty agreed right away.

“Now that we have that out of the way…” I said, and directed Scotty to remove the plug from Taylor’s mouth and examine it. “Notice how she’s using her tongue to scour the butt-plug. You want it clean before you put it back in. If it’s gross you can make her wash it in the sink with soap.”

“Can I stick soap in her mouth if I want?” Scotty asked.

I could see Taylor glaring up at him – almost ready to be vindictive about him piling on punishments.

“You can ASK me if you can after you tell me what she said that would warrant that, and I’ll decide. You aren’t to punish your sister tonight without first hearing from me that it’ll be okay,” I insisted before I let him stick his finger in her mouth and return Antioch after she licked it.

“Wow, that got me hard just having her suck my finger,” he said.

“You were hard already with me laying across your lap, Sir Scotty,” Taylor reminded him playfully.

“Alright, my turn?” Donny was eager to put his finger in his sister’s pudding hole and he jammed it in a lot more forcefully than I had shown Scotty. He was getting his dick pulled and I could see why he was getting excited and not thinking.

She seemed to like it, though. I noticed her nipples jut out slightly and she wiggled in the most obscene ways, as if she was fucking herself into the finger.

“Okay, go ahead and take it out,” I told him after a long pause.

“Wait a minute.” Donny said that he was just making sure she was empty. “Don’t want her packing a box of shit in that trunk of hers to babysit tonight.” He pretended his thoroughness in her inspection had nothing to do with his being turned on by her asshole.

“Look, go ahead and play with it some. I’m not trying to rush you. You’ve already put your finger in her asshole. Feel around in there and get comfortable. It’s the only way to take away some of the taboo about it. Most girls won’t let you finger their asses, by the way,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but I bet Hope Miller likes it,” Scotty teased his brother.

When he mentioned Hope Miller, I could see Donny close his eyes, and I knew that look. It was the O face. He had his finger in his sister’s wide gap of an asshole and was already turned on. He didn’t cum nearly as much as his brother, but only a little bit fell on Taylor’s fingers and hand. The rest was in her hair and on her back.

Taylor felt the sprinkling of hot jizz on her back and looked up with alarm only to get a few drops on her nose and face, including on Antioch.

“Where was my fluffer with the milk carton all this time?” I asked Janie. She was flitting around the room, dancing and taking pictures with her camera.

“Sorry, Mom! My bad!” Janie pouted apologetically. “I should have paid attention to what I was doing and I’m okay if you want to take away my title!”

She had at least picked up on the proper way to admit her failings. She apologized, admitted her wrongdoing, and accepted my judgment. I told her to get the milk carton and I would keep her on probation as head fluffer-nutter since I had no other candidates.

“I’d apply for the job, but Muriel may notice if I’m gone all the time,” Mort said, noting that he should get back home before she notices he left. I smiled and told him that we would keep his visits strictly between us.

“We won’t advertise it,” Janie stated, bluntly reciting the rule I told her about her school. “But if she ASKS we gotta tell her the truth!!”

He waved and said he’d let himself out. I told him that I had a box of Taylor’s old panties in the garage and that I would let him have some of them if he wanted.

“I thought you threw away my panties?” Taylor mumbled around Antioch with an expression on her face of betrayal when she discovered I’d told her a slight fabrication.

“For all intents and purposes they’re in the garbage, but some of your stuff is in the garage until I could figure out what we were doing with it,” I admitted to her. “I wasn’t sure if you would back out on your commitment to see this through, but I think you’re done with panties in high school going forward.”

Donny removed Antioch from her mouth so he could feed her his fingers.

Taylor actually looked pleased at my judgement and opened her mouth instinctively when Donny offered his long fingers to her to clean. She made a face and asked if there was cum on his fingers as well?

“Yeah, I scraped some off your back. You did such a good job playing with my dick I thought you deserved a little reward,” he suggested.

“Ah, so thoughtful, Sir,” Taylor sounded sarcastic but sucked his fingers like a dick for him.

Janie chastised him for wasting the cum and letting her “eat it all!”

I told her to let me handle it and I said a few drops would be fine when she does good, but not to jerk off all over their sister intentionally.

“Why not? It looks hot drying in her hair like that, and I can sort of smell it,” Scotty said sarcastically, rubbing in the fact that Taylor had been coated in cum.

“Good point.” I told Taylor that I was going to let her shower, but she took so long getting her brother off that we didn’t have time anyway. “You have just enough time to shave your pussy, and the smell of that cum will help adjust you to your diet.” I flicked a little wad of cum that was pooled on her back into the open milk carton and told Janie to put it back in the fridge.

“The rest is going to dry on you,” I said. Taylor looked a little disgusted at my judgement until I reminded her that I had yet to feed her dinner and may just pour the entire glass on her head instead. “Whatever spills down your cheeks or chin when I pour it in your mouth is going to be worn tonight. That will teach you waste not, want not,” I told her.

I’d brought a funnel downstairs to use, but now that I saw she seemed uncomfortable going out of the house with a little cum on her, I was going to pour it in her mouth with a glass like last time.

I should also tell you that I used to think cum was absolutely disgusting. I would spit it out as soon as my first husband came in my mouth, and I would immediately run to the toilet and clean myself when he came in me, even though I was on the pill.

Tom broke me of this by making me wear his cum behind my ears, dried in my panties, on my chest under my shirt, and including it in my food. That is how I developed the taste for it in my milk. I eventually grew to love and crave the taste and associated it with intimacy. Warm semen pumping down my throat just made me feel very feminine and dominated.

“Can you turn Antioch around so the base is facing me, Sir?” A defeated Taylor asked her brother to let her lick the cum off the base of Antioch that had fallen there before begging him to return it.

“No, leave Antioch out,” I said, explaining that we were going to shave her cunt next and she may as well be completely naked. I gave Taylor exactly five minutes and told her she could shit and piss now and would not be permitted to do so again until 9 p.m. tonight, so she’d better take advantage of it.

“But they felt around in her butt and didn’t find any peanut butter. Why is she getting to go?” Janie whined.

“Gee, thanks Princess Janie,” Taylor laughed at her sister’s suddenly stricter outlook on her.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Janie explained that she didn’t think it was fair to make her use one of her toilet breaks if she knew it wasn’t actually needed.

“I’m sure I need to go after that, Princess Janie,” Taylor said casually.

I smacked Taylor’s tit and made her stand up straight and be more attentive when talking to Janie. I noticed she was still talking down to her sister when she thought she could get away with it.

“If you want I won’t flush, and you can check the toilet to see when I’m done, Princess Janie?” Taylor was being patronizing now. She was pretending to take Janie’s concerns quite seriously and play-acting at being contrite. I didn’t like that, but I didn’t think Janie should be concerned about it either.

“Just go and be back in five minutes starting now,” I insisted, and texted Tom. I missed him so much. He didn’t respond, but I knew he was busy today with some kind of change control. I just wrote that I loved him and I was getting Scotty and Donny ready to go with her tonight after she shaved her cunt.

Five minutes went by.

Seven minutes went by.

“Go check on your sister,” I told a nervous Janie, who actually looked concerned.

Janie came back downstairs and said that Taylor needed just a few more minutes and would be down in a second.

The boys had already started playing video games because they were easily distracted and kind of addicted to games. I wasn’t surprised. Usually when a guy has an orgasm his mind immediately gravitates away from sex and the girl he was just using to get off.

I was waiting to set up the things my daughter would need to shave her pussy in the living room, because even though I’d showed her the day before, I believe repetition is one of the keys to discipline.

If you have a repeatable process with a defined outcome and expectation, and you resign yourself to it each and every day, then you can begin to understand submission – it’s not going to ensure it, but it is one of the foundations.

You can’t build a house without a solid foundation, and judging from my daughter’s choice to lollygag in the bathroom we needed that before we could make her into anything we could live with and that would be solid enough to handle whatever storm life throws at her.

I was really disappointed, having heard Taylor say so many things that I couldn’t have said better myself about submission and discipline, that she was late coming back from the bathroom. This was just like her, though, to pull some shit like this and make me come upstairs to check on her.

When I got upstairs I yelled through the door for her to open and she said she couldn’t reach the door from the toilet but she just needed a minute to finish.

“I don’t care if you are midstream pissing or you have a turd hanging from that fat little butt of yours! You open this door right now when you are told!” I ordered through the door. I could not believe how she flippantly responded through the door and didn’t even call me Mistress.

I didn’t like the title, and I still cringed now and then when she called me one – especially in front of other people – but I wasn’t going to let this stand. I started to wriggle the door and try to get it open. “There’s no reason for you to lock a door in this house! Anyone can walk in on you at any time. You don’t need any privacy to change!” I struggled to pop it open.

She said she was sorry through the door, and called me Mistress this time, but that she was just needed to finish and then she’d open the door and I could spank her if I wanted.

“I don’t WANT to spank you,” I told her, saying that I’d much prefer she just do what she’s told and behave. “I am going to spank you, but you need to open this door right now!” I felt like my threats were not making any impact at all.

It was a strange feeling when Tom put me in charge. I had always been a supervising parent, but the kids listened to me more as a suggestion than a disciplinarian. It was always Tom who actually laid down the law around the house.

It was an even stranger feeling, now that I had grown used to having authority, to have it disregarded so blatantly.

“What’s the big deal, Mistress? Just let me have a minute to shit in peace and I’ll do whatever you tell me. I promise!” she begged.

Scotty emerged with a confident swagger and a wire coat hanger. “I’m level 65 in Skyrim with max pick-lock skills.” He informed me that he has picked much tougher locks than this before. I moved out of the way and he put the hanger inside a hole in the doorknob, and with a jiggle it popped open.

The door swung open and there was a very surprised wide-eyed Taylor laying in the bathtub with her legs up, playing with her pussy furiously. “I was so fucking close!” She didn’t even stop when she saw Janie and her brother standing next to me.

“Don’t smile, Sir,” Taylor ruefully glared at Scotty who was humming ‘she gonna get it’ over and over.

“I presume you aren’t going to even defend why you’re continuing to play with your cunt in front of your sister and brother?” I asked.

“I just jerked both of my brothers off for 45 minutes, Ma’am, and they stuck their fingers in my asshole, so pardon me if I’m not too worried about them seeing me flick my bean.” She continued to rub and play with her clit as if she could still get off if only she moved a certain way or had 10 seconds more. “I’m willing to be punished for this. You can beat me just like last night. I just really fucking need like one minute more to get to that point! Gah! It’s so frustrating with you all staring at me like that,” she complained.

“You dirty little slut!” I told her that she’d abandoned all her discipline and lessons for 10 minutes of pleasure, and now she thinks that it works as simply as deciding what she wanted to do wrong and then accepting the punishment?

“It should, Mistress. If I do bad, then I get punished. Okay, I did bad. I accept it. I played with my clit because I was so fucking turned-on out there I thought I’d explode. I can’t help feeling this way, okay? I’m aroused. You saw my tits, but you didn’t let me stand in the corner and cool off between spankings. I’m weak, okay? So yes, I decided that it would be worth it if I could get a little pleasure to take a punishment. I didn’t start out wanting to break the rules, but I started playing and when Janie warned me my time was up – I was so fucking close! So punish me! I’m ready.” She stood up.

“You still don’t get it.” I told her this would be a hard concept to explain to someone bereft of a real sense of right or wrong. “To you, this was a calculated risk. You added up the pros of getting what you wanted and decided you could pay the price and this is just a transaction. You’ll trade a little pain and suffering for a little sexual release.”

I could see that Taylor was actually nodding yes, that was exactly what she did. She still had her hand hovering around her pussy.

I grabbed her by the crotch and inserted two fingers and brought her downstairs to the living room so that I could straighten her silly ass out. I grabbed one of her nipples and pulled her to the living room. I summoned Donny and told them to all sit down so that I could have a chat.

“So we caught Fart Face playing with her cunt, and that’s a big no-no.” I told her that it no longer belonged to her and she didn’t have permission to play with it. I made her stand at attention with her hands behind her head, and then I locked the spreader bars on her ankles and attached her wrist cuffs so she couldn’t move around.

I took the time to bring Donny up to speed, explaining the conversation we had in the bathroom. I don’t think the kids saw the concern I was having about how Taylor viewed paying the price for doing something wrong.

“You rob a bank, then you do the time,” Donny said in her defense.

“No.” I told him that normal people never even think about robbing a bank. “It isn’t something that crosses our minds.”

“You really think you’re NORMAL, Mistress? You of all people should understand that I was so horny I just wanted 10 minutes. I did everything I was supposed to!” She was pleading her defense, but not making her case.

“Normal is a setting on a washing machine.” I was reminded of something Tom had told me a long time ago when I’d made the same point: some of what we did was not normal. “What’s normal to the spider is chaos to the fly! They live in totally different worlds and value systems, so don’t preach to me about normal. I chose my words unwisely. I should have said a good person who knows right from wrong.” I explained that people like us don’t even think about breaking the law.

“You get someone who has no morals and they think about the risk versus the reward. They want to rob the bank and they think they have a good chance of getting away with it, but if not then they’ll do 10 years and get out and find the money where they hid it with their partner. They don’t see the problem. This was just a transaction to them!” I thought how I was explaining it made sense to them, and wished Tom was here because he could put this a lot better than me.

“You want some release? You say I can understand that need? Oh yes, I get frustrated.” I wished I hadn’t started talking about myself. That’s a huge mistake, to make this about yourself when you’re trying to discuss something someone else did. I knew once I started talking that I was on the wrong track, but I continued anyway since I’d opened my big mouth.

“Your father isn’t home, and hasn’t been for a while, and he’s been so focused on training you that I don’t get that much attention.” I asked her if that’s what she meant by me understanding? “The difference, though, is that even with all the intense training, I’m still able to control my hormones and urges and desires!”

“Do you play with yourself upstairs when Dad isn’t home, Mistress?” Taylor asked.

That question is when I knew for sure I’d gone down the wrong path, talking about myself.

“What I do or don’t do isn’t up for discussion,” I blathered. It actually totally was, because I’d just made it about me. I didn’t want to be evasive, but it was none of their god damned business. I had played with myself so hard last night after I left Taylor in the living room that I rocked my own world.

“You don’t have to advertise it; but if someone asks, then you HAVE to tell them the truth,” Janie said, reminding me of the rule that I’d given her. She wasn’t upset I was raising my voice and still saw this as part of some kind of discipline game we were playing around the house.

“Yes, I play with myself, and so do Donny and Scotty, obviously,” I admitted, and before Janie could even ruin my mental image of her by telling me she did, too, I said that I’ve been frustrated and lonely, too, but I don’t have a rule that says I can’t.

I actually totally had a rule that said I can’t play without Master’s permission or instruction. I could train Kegels and do deep-knee-bends over a dildo in the afternoons, because that was training he’d prescribed for me. I was not supposed to be playing with myself, though, but I thought it would really destroy the point I was making if I admitted I was human and had needs too – so much so that I broke the rules when I thought I could get away with it.

The one distinction I’ll make here is that if Tom had been banging on the door, I would have opened it right away and not pressed the issue. I didn’t tell her any of that, though.

“I get it – you have needs and this is hard for you.” I told her that I’d be willing to listen to her tell me what she thought would be a fair reward for being a perfect house pet. “If you’ve done exactly as instructed and done it well. I really liked how you behaved around our guest today, so I want more of that and less of this. If you can do that, then I’m not going to let you close the doors and play with yourself in private, but I will consider incorporating some reward of physical pleasure in the college of pain you’ve been enrolled in. I do understand that, Fart Face – but if your suggestion isn’t to my liking, then I’ll come up with something for you.”

Taylor bit her lip as if she were thinking. “You’re still going to punish me, Mistress?”

“Oh, you bet your sweet patootie,” I assured her. I told her that there’d be some new rules around here and began listing them while giving her time to think of a suggestion for me.

1. Taylor will be supervised when she’s in the bathroom. Taylor is never to go alone and will not only observed, but they will make sure she actually had to go. There will be six sheets of toilet paper and she will fold them into individual triangles and use all of them before presenting for inspection.

2. No doors are to be closed or shut. Taylor will sleep downstairs, tied up. If she is ever to be left at home alone, she will be left bound.

Taylor said that was fair. Then, while standing in front of her brothers and sisters with her hands behind her head, tits out, ass cheeks clenched, and legs bound apart in a spreader bar, told us all her suggestion on what would be a fair reward for a hard day of training.