CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11th (Tuesday) after School prior to babysitting. Taylor’s new rules are being explained while she shaves her pussy in front of the neighbor and her siblings.


“I told you that you may not punish my daughter by jerking off in her mouth because I don’t want her to see swallowing cum as a punishment or a disgusting act.” I told Dave quite simply that I didn’t have a problem with any of the rest of what he did.


He smiled and said he wished more women were like me.


I was very flattered, although I knew he was joking – especially when he suggested I teach his ‘asshole sister who’s a divorced attorney living in Chicago off alimony’ how to behave herself.


“Semen is full of protein, it’s good for the skin, and it actually can stimulate hormones in the female body to make her calm and more satisfied. It isn’t going to cure Fart Face all by itself, but we’ve decided to see if it can do any good at all, and we’ve got a couple willing donors,” I said, looking at my sons who were smiling.


Dave agreed and said he thought that sounded right. “It also feels really good shooting out of your dick!”


I wasn’t sure why I said “we” decided because Tom had absolutely no idea I’d made this decision for Taylor’s training, but he’d empowered me to make decisions and I was sticking by what I said.


“Yes, and that’s part of what Fart Face is learning. She’s learning to please others, and if you’re going to masturbate anyway, then I would prefer you not let it go to waste. I’m not suggesting you go out of your way to do it tonight, but you can masturbate on the floor and have her lick it up, or into something she’s going to eat. I don’t have a problem with her giving you a hand-job, but that’s as far as it goes. No blowjobs or sticking your dick inside of her – is that fair?” I asked.


“Uh, more than fair!” Dave was ecstatic that this was the best possible outcome, and any terms I set were more than fine with him. “I think I can see my way to definitely feed her again, especially if she wants it.”


Taylor nodded enthusiastically that she did. I have to admit I was surprised at her continued enthusiasm, but I wasn’t ready to go any further than that. I didn’t see any need to teach her to do anything quite as extreme as actually suck a cock.


I was still conflicted that maybe doing all of this out in the open was a bit much, but the cards had already been laid on the table and I didn’t want to seem wishy-washy. I wanted to present confidence, the way Tom did.


No one questioned the boundaries I’d just set, and I was happy that they all seemed to be satisfied – even Taylor. I let her know that she’d be severely punished if I had to stop my discussion with Mr. Vulgus and the boys because she was playing with herself instead of shaving. “You can pull your lips apart, but I know the difference between pulling open the folds of your cunt and playing with them.”


“As they say,” Mr. Vulgus echoed my sentiment, “you can’t shit a shitter!”


“Well, that isn’t how I would have put it, exactly,” I said of his crude metaphor, but I agreed with it. I told her while we were at it, she would trim her toenails and remove that awful black nail polish. “You’ll need that paint about as much as you’ll need pubic hair during this training.”


“The last time I saw toenails like that they were snatching a salmon out of the river at the state park,” Scotty said, joking about his sister’s nails. They weren’t that long, but he got a laugh from the others. Even Taylor laughed at his joke as she squatted in front of us clipping, plucking, filing and shaving.


I was pleased to see a despondent look of acceptance creep across Taylor’s face as she removed the black nail polish. Black nails had for so long been a defining part of who she was that I thought there was finally some realization on her part that things had permanently changed, and that she would not be allowed to go back to “Taylor” as she once was.


I just wished some of the other more extreme requirements I’d laid out for her had a similar affect. I took the opportunity to go over the new rules and what we were trying to accomplish with Mr. Vulgus. I hoped he would understand, or at least accept, the reasons behind them. I admit, some of them were harder to explain than they seemed, and when I heard myself say them again it sounded pretty far out.


However, repetition is key, and I knew if it sounded far out to me, it probably sounded that way to Mr. Vulgus, Taylor, and her siblings. The more times I could reinforce what we were doing, the less chance that there could be a misunderstanding.


I explained that we were now adopting a policy of controlled pleasure. “She can and will play with herself for the amusement of others at times that are convenient to us. This will be a reward for her. She’ll learn not to play with herself unless she has permission, and if she can’t handle that, then we’ll go back to enforced chastity.


That gave me a chance to remind everyone that we had caught her in the bathroom, and enforced chastity didn’t seem to be working, so now she would learn “the hard way.”


We went over the fact that she’d be eating cum; how that was supposed to keep her calm and make her appreciate her food all the more; and that when she’s a good girl I would let her play with herself while I hand-fed her.


Taylor remained stone-faced while she shaved her pussy, as I went over the new rules at home and school as well. It was important I reinforced the reasons behind them to everyone, not just Mr. Vulgus.


“We’ve tried abstinence, we’ve tried chastity training where she can’t touch her fat cunt, and as I told you earlier she didn’t care if she got punished – she did it anyway. We tried it the easy way, and now we’re going to try it the hard way. She can still only touch herself with permission, but she’s going to be required to play with herself openly for our amusement,” I explained. I told Dave the new rule that required Taylor to undress at the car and ride to school the entire way playing with herself. “I can’t trust her to get on or off the bus, and so I’ve got to take time out of my day now to cart her there each and every morning!”


I reminded him about last night as well and how she threw her clothes up a tree and wouldn’t walk the rest of the way home. Dave agreed that she could be pretty stubborn, but he was smiling like it was cute.


“It’s not cute,” I told him. I asked him if he minded, if on the way home from babysitting, stopping at the same entrance to let her out again. “She’ll hand her brothers her clothes and walk or run the rest of the way,” I said.


“Except for the last block.” Scotty reminded us that she was going to crawl that part of the way.


“Well, hell, she could ride the entire way naked, if you want,” Dave offered.


“If you’re sure you don’t mind,” I said, and made sure to ask if he’d get in trouble with Betty.


“I mean, Betty doesn’t have to know,” Dave chuckled, and said it was just a suggestion.


“Fart Face…” I told her to hold her cunt flaps open while I talked to her. “Do you mind riding with Mr. Vulgus to and from babysitting completely naked both ways from now on?” I asked.


“No. Should I, Mistress?” Taylor said while complying with my order. I could see the pinkness of her cunt walls from where I stood.


“You should mind it, if you had any decency,” I told her, but added that, “Given that it’s become evident that you need this training more than ever, you’re to sit in the center seat in the back of Mr. Vulgus’s truck, and you will play with yourself the entire way to babysit and up until he drops you off. I want you to put on a good show so that anytime he looks in the rearview mirror he’s smiling. Can you do that?” I asked.


“I can, Mistress!” Taylor promised.


“We’ll see,” I told her. I said she could continue shaving, and then turned back to thank Mr. Vulgus for helping me educate my daughter.


I made sure everyone understand that tonight’s number one rule was the care of the kids Taylor was babysitting.


Mr. Vulgus shrugged and said they pretty much watched themselves, but that their mother was being overly cautious. I told him I didn’t care, and that Taylor needed to make this the first priority before any other rule.


He agreed, and I moved on after Donny labeled my decision the “Prime Directive”.


I asked Donny and Scotty if they were going to play with themselves tonight while they were watching their sister. I had to assure them this wasn’t a trick question, and I just wanted to know if they’d get turned on watching someone play with themselves and feel the need anyway.


Once they both agreed and nodded their heads in understanding, I announced another new rule that I knew they’d like.


“Then tonight around 8pm you can feed Taylor. I would ask, Mr. Vulgus, that you wait until then to play with yourself, but I understand that your rehearsal needs to come first.” I said that under no condition could Taylor eat cum before 8pm tonight, but that I didn’t want it to go to waste. “There’s no point just leaving it there.”


I gave them three options and said that they could each demand a hand-job. If she begs and is well behaved, they could cum in her hand and let her lick it. If they prefer to see her shirtless while she gives them a hand-job, they can cum on her boobs and she’ll wipe it off with her finger and lick it. If she was poorly behaved, or her begging was not very authentic, then I would ask that they come on the floor and let her lick it up.


“Wow, really?” I think almost everyone, from Dave to Taylor herself, was surprised at my new rule.


“She’s supposed to eat off the floor or out of the shoe at home, but I’ve been feeding her by hand lately,” I explained calmly. I told Taylor to stand up and I rubbed her entire body up and down, checking for hairlessness, and made her bend over.


“You should each inspect your sister twice tonight just like I showed you.” I let them watch as I put two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass and made her wash my finger with her mouth in between each. I made sure they knew she was to be inspected for possibly hiding anything on her body, being sweaty, aroused, or having to shit.


“What about me?” Mr. Vulgus pretended to be offended for being left out.


“You can inspect my daughter anytime you like,” I shrugged. I could see Taylor’s look of surprise, but she said nothing. I was at least starting to scare her a little, and that was something. I suppose now I was playing “Jenga” with her by stacking on the requirements.


“What happened to her butt-plug?” Dave asked, calling it “Andy Ox.”


“I had her take Antioch out while she shaved.” I explained that she’d be wearing it tonight but he could remove it to inspect her. I said she is to shit at 9pm. “She gets 5 minutes, and one or both of you can watch to make sure she finishes and uses only six sheets of toilet paper,” I told my sons. I made sure Mr. Vulgus knew he had carte blanche to watch over her as well, which pleased him.


I stood Taylor up and told everyone she has three handles. “Two tits,” I grabbed both nipples and twisted while walking her forward. “This clit,” I lifted it out from between her pussy lips and pulled it up to display. “I want this clit always on display so that you can be handled and led around the house,” I looked Taylor right in the eye as I laid out another rule.

There were more handles – fingers inserted into the asshole and pussy but I forgot to mention them or perhaps just felt uncomfortable being that graphic in front of the kids and subconsciously neglected to mention them. I felt bad because Tom probably would have demonstrated on ME for forgetting something this basic if I were showing anyone else!


“You’ll keep your clit visible at all times while you’re naked. If it pops back into its hidey-hole, it’s your responsibility to beg to have it pulled out. If anyone notices her clit pushed in, I ask you to slap your sister hard on the cunt,” I showed them by cupping my hand and giving her a nice slice of my palm before telling them they could pull it out for her or make her do it.


“Even me?” Janie asked with enthusiasm. She’d been watching everything without saying much.


“Even you, Princess Janie!” I told my youngest daughter, and explained that Taylor was a house pet and the responsibility of everyone.


“Just like my last three gerbils!” Janie cheered.


“Which all died because no one took care of them,” Donny morosely added.


“This time you’re going to make it your responsibility, or I’ll see that you join your sister on that fun run through the neighborhood,” I told Donny.


“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like Chloe Grace Moretz when you smile like that?” Dave asked Janie.


I had no idea who Dave was talking about.


“I hear it all the time,” Janie accepted the compliment modestly, as if she’s tired of the comparison.


I asked who that was and if she also had a booty picture on Instagram for the world to see.


“She’s the actress from Hit-Girl!” Scotty explained, as if that told me who she was. I’d never even heard of that movie. I shrugged that I still had no idea what they were talking about.


“She’s the blonde actress who always looks like she just smelled a fart,” Donny held up a phone and Googled the pretty actress’s picture for me.


Janie rolled her eyes at the comment about looking like she smelled a fart, as if she’d heard that many times before as well. “You just say that because she has an upturned nose like mine!”


“She also walks like she has a stick up her butt,” Scotty teased his sister.


“She does not!” Janie demanded, but I was used to the two of them quibbling and wasn’t concerned about their playful banter.


“I always thought Janie looked like the singer Taylor Swift,” I said, and told them I saw the resemblance that they were talking about, but that I really just thought she looked more like Taylor Swift. Janie did have the cute little freckled nose of Chloe, but she also looked like the singer Taylor Swift to me.


“Oh, Mom,” Janie sighed at me, and rolled her eyes as if I were quaint and a simpleton. “You think every blonde girl in the world looks like Taylor Swift.”


That was definitely hyperbole on her part, but I accepted that my kids thought I lived in a bubble of my own creation because I didn’t pay attention to social media the way they did.


I noticed many of the pictures on Donny’s phone when he Googled her picture were of the actress nude or topless, and asked if she posed like that. Chloe looked like she couldn’t be much older than Janie, and I assumed this was another of those Disney starlets that couldn’t wait to shed their squeaky-clean image and slut it up for attention once they left the Disney Channel.


“Those are Photoshoped,” Donny defended the pictures and pulled his phone away. “Well, except for this one, probably – it looks real,” he said of one with the girl wearing skin-tight black leggings and a semitransparent top holding a cup of coffee.


It definitely reminded me of some of the things Janie had been wearing lately, but I didn’t mention the comparison.


“Do no girls on TV these days keep their clothes on?” I asked with an exasperated sigh.


“I don’t see why they would,” Scotty shrugged, and told me she wasn’t on TV.


“Well, good.” I turned back to Taylor and pinched her exposed clit hard. “You have an exciting career ahead of you being a movie star because you’ll be so used to showing your booty that doing it on Instagram will seem like a welcome relief.” I led Taylor into the kitchen by her clit while she squinted her eyes and made a face that reminded me of a rabbit wiggling its nose because it had been caught in a trap.


Scotty suggested we set up a YouTube account called, “How I trained my daughter to be a human being again.”


I shrugged that they wouldn’t let me put anything like that on YouTube as I brought Taylor down to the kitchen.


Donny, Scotty, and Janie all had their phones out, showing me examples of dares, challenges, and tie-up games on YouTube that skirted the line of decency. “Check out these tie-up challenges!” Scotty showed me hundreds of girls who actually tied themselves and untied themselves, going so far as to gag themselves with duct tape or tie each other to chairs. It was just bored teenagers with access to phones, but I was shocked at how many there were.


I suppose these videos went a long way towards explaining why Scotty, Donny, and Janie had been so readily accepting of their sister’s discipline around the house. It may also have been the fact she so richly deserved and needed a cum-uppance (pun intended) because she had long since proven she was incapable of being anything except for a grumbling brat around the rest of the family.


“No, check out the mannequin challenges!” Janie shoved her iPhone in my face to look at mostly girls who were pretending to be mannequins by not moving while someone else filmed them.


“We have our own mannequin tie-up challenge.” I dismissed their search results and said that I’d be training Taylor in all of those things as soon as she was done with babysitting. “I have yet to show you how to turn your sister into a footstool or a table!”


They giggled and I noticed Taylor getting nervous. I would have to give some thought to what I’d be willing to film to put out on the Internet.


I made Taylor stand up and put her hands behind her head at attention and then prepared her dinner. “I wish I had more time,” I said as I told Scotty and Donny to get something they could eat and microwave it real fast.


“I can run through a drive-through on the way if we leave soon,” Mr. Vulgus said.


“With Taylor in the backseat?” Scotty’s question was more of a smirking dare to see if I’d allow them to push the envelope of public humiliation with her.


Everyone looked at me to see if it was okay to take Taylor through a fast-food drive-through in the back of Mr. Vulgus’s truck, totally naked.


“Do you think any of your friends who work at the local Arby’s would freak out if they saw you sitting bare-chested in the backseat of the truck?” I asked Taylor.


“Lea Michelle showed her boobs and butt on Instagram after J.Lo and Kim Kardashian did today,” Janie answered for her sister.


“Who’s Lea Michelle?” I asked with a confused expression. I’d never heard of her.


“Rachel Berry on Glee!” Donny explained she played the goody-two-shoes on a show about a high school chorus.


“What does that have to do with what I’m asking Fart Face?” I asked Janie.


“Nothing, I guess; I was just trying to make conversation.” Janie felt a little left out of the conversation, I suppose, and had a tendency to interject random things into conversations that didn’t really involve her.


“If Rachel Berry can show her boobs on Instagram, then I doubt mine are all that special, Mistress,” Taylor explained, and Janie seemed delighted that her point now seemed relevant.


“They are Taylor Swift’s tits!” Scotty joked.


“They’re just Fart Face’s tits, Sir,” Taylor reminded him, and Scotty nodded that her point was well taken.


I’d poured a glass of almond milk and soaked a raw hot dog in it while we were talking. “Here is how this goes. You’ll beg to be fed and then you’ll beg to play with yourself. If you convince me of both, then you’ll be given permission. If I let you play with yourself, I want you to make it interesting.


“Really? You’ll let me play with myself right in the kitchen, Mistress?” Taylor seemed as baffled that I was willing to let her, as I was that she willing to do it.


“I don’t think I was unclear.” I looked at her with disappointment that she didn’t seem to understand my very clear instructions. “You’ll beg to be fed each and every time, and you’ll beg to play with yourself. You’ll do neither without permission. Why is this so hard for me to get into that thick skull of yours? You had no problem playing with that wicked little gash between your legs when I walked in on you in the bathroom.” I told her to beg like her life depended on it, because whether she got to eat or not certainly would.


“Please, Ma’am,” Taylor started while searching for the right words. I encouraged her to just roll with it and see if she could amuse and please me. “Will you stuff that hot dog dripping with freshly milked hot cum down my throat, please? I just want to play with my cunt and I need it,” she begged.


“Pathetic.” I told her she’d need to work on it, and said that in interest of time I would have to accept her lame attempt to convince me she really wanted to do this. I asked her brothers to teach her how to beg later tonight. “I’m letting you bring one hot dog for your sister’s dinner tonight, so if you want to supplement her with jizz, make her beg.”


“Please, Ma’am, I am trying! I’ve never done this before! Cram that hot dog end-first down my throat like a cock and make me gobble it? Choke me with it, please? Laugh that twisted laugh while you watch my eyes bulge, and then pinch my nose closed so I have to gasp for air,” she begged harder.


I was impressed, although I hadn’t realized I’d been laughing wickedly. I was pleasantly surprised that I must have been coming off like a hard-ass when I thought I may seem too nice.


“You don’t mind that our neighbor and your brothers watch you play with yourself while you eat naked like a little slut-piggy?” I asked – scrunching my own nose at how naughty that sounded.


“Not really, Mistress.” She explained they already knew she was a slut-piggy now. “I mean, I don’t think they’re going to respect me after this anyway, and I really want to get off! I don’t even mind that they cum in my milk or spit in my food, just feed me, please, so that I can play with myself. I’m begging! Please? Pretty please with sugar on top, Mistress?”


I passed the cup around for her siblings to spit in and informed my daughter that I wouldn’t be feeding her at all.


“But please? I’m begging you! Please shove it down my throat! You can stick it in my cunt first and make me gag on it! I need it!! Please, Ma’am!!” she begged.


Mr. Vulgus spit in the cup when I passed it around without asking for a reason. He saw everyone else do it and just joined in.


“No, I won’t feed you, but open your mouth and lift your chin slightly.” I told her that I needed to teach her brothers how to feed her. I could see a hint of disappointment on Taylor’s face, but she did as she was told.


“Please, Ma’am, can I play with myself while they feed me? I’ve been craving it since I came home, and I’m such a dirty, dirty little slut I can’t stand it. Please let me finger my cunt too?” she begged.


I ignored her pleading and explained to Scotty and Donny how to hold the dog end-first and then hold her nose. “You want to grab her throat like this and make sure not to crush the windpipe.” I showed them how to choke their sister while they stuffed the dog down her throat and manage it all with just two hands by shifting her and controlling her body as they did.

“It requires exerting force – just like if Sandor pulls on his leash- you want to demonstrate you are in control,” I pulled Taylor back and forth like a rag doll as my demonstration dummy on how it could all be done fluidly without actual upper body strength as long as you understood her pressure points and how to establish yourself as the boss.

It was a subject I had always been on the receiving end of in the past – but knew quite well.


I was no stranger to deep-throating, and I had a trick that helped suppress my gag reflex by pinching my left thumb into my hand, but it didn’t work for her. I showed them how she was supposed to make a fist, and they both questioned it.


“Call me old-fashioned,” Dave said, telling us he had his own secret. “If you sprinkle a little salt on her tongue first, that’ll do the trick! It got me through my first marriage and a few virgins in high school who were willing to enjoy a salt-lick so I could get a dick-lick.”


I obliged him and sprinkled some table soft on her waiting tongue while Scotty and Donny held their sister by the tits and throat. I made them both practice closing off her airways by pinching her nose shut to force her mouth open, and taught them how long they could hold her mouth shut. “You never want her to turn blue or pass out, but you can easily choke her for thirty seconds at a clip.”


Taylor’s tits were harder than ever, and her pussy was a complete mess, dripping down her thigh.


I dipped the hot dog on the girly-goo dripping down her thigh and fed it to her end first, before asking the boys to take over while I supervised. They held her naked body while they each took turns forcing the hot dog slowly down their sister’s throat.


“You may play with your pussy, but let’s see you really impress me.” I encouraged Taylor to really put on a show for me and her brothers.


She wasted no time and went straight for her clit. That was clearly her button, and I pointed out to the boys that she clearly got the most stimulus there. “Some girls are more about the clit, and some are more about the penetration,” I said.


I asked for the hot dog. It was half gone by now. I put a small funnel down her throat and poured the almond milk in her mouth. A little dripped on her and I said that could dry just like that. She continued to play with herself while I poured milk into her mouth, half-drowning her while she gurgled and spat.


I inserted the hot dog in Taylor’s pussy and fucked her with it. I found it highly erotic myself, and I could tell that everyone else was either turned on or in shock that I was daring to do this.


“Wow, we can put a hot dog in her pussy?” Scotty asked with a freckled grin.


“You can put ANYTHING that’ll fit inside her pussy besides sharp objects, actual dicks, or anything that’s breakable. I want you to leave this alone until I’ve shown you how to stretch it out properly, but you may as well see,” I said. Taylor was bucking slightly and gyrating on the hot dog.


“So we have sort of a band camp situation,” Scotty theorized.


I wasn’t sure what he meant, and when he told me in a girl’s voice, “This one time at band camp I put a flute in my pussy,” I still had no idea what he was talking about.


“It’s a quote from an old movie, Mom,” Donny explained for his brother.


“I don’t know what movies you two are watching, but flutes, bugles, trombones, whatever,” I agreed.


“Tromboners!” Scotty slapped his knee.


I rolled my eyes and wondered if I was putting too much on the boys too soon. I checked Taylor’s mouth to make sure the milk had drained, and removed the funnel before giving them back the hot dog so they could feed her the rest.


“Can we take that funnel tonight?” Donny asked me.


“I don’t know why.” I told him we were almost out of almond milk and I thought it may be a bit too advanced. If used incorrectly their sister could actually drown, and I was very careful to bring her to the edge but not let her fall off the cliff. I could sense the adrenalin from the danger and the humiliation was intensely turning her on as she got more into playing with herself.


That, or she just really, really needed to get off and simply abandoned all modesty like a wild, rutting animal. I envied how voracious and unabashed she was becoming as she played with herself, as if we weren’t even watching.


I reminded her to put on a show for our neighbor and not herself. “I don’t care if you get off by just pressing your clit – show him exactly what you’re doing!”


Taylor pulled her pussy flaps apart with one hand while pulling her clit up and down almost like a light switch she kept flipping on and off, and then pressing down and making tiny little circles with her thumb. Her pussy was soaked and her mouth was hanging open slightly as her eyes glazed over.


I’d been suspicious at times she was just goofing on me and doing some of this to see if she could shock me – her own personal little Jenga game. However, watching her play with herself there was no doubt in my mind she was genuinely enjoying it and really appreciated the chance, even if it meant she had to frig herself in front of her mother, neighbor, and siblings.


I was getting turned on watching her and I could see bulges in her brothers’ pants. I wasn’t sure what was going on with Dave, but judging by his smile I knew he wouldn’t complain.


I told the boys that the same general rules for Taylor at school applied while she was babysitting and quickly summarized them. I was surprised to see that they already knew them even though Kimber and Summer could have cared less.




I could tell Scotty and Donny looked upset by my decision, so I compromised and told them they could come up with some special title like ‘Duke’ if they wanted. They both started thinking about what they’d like their sister to call them.

“Your father is master of the house, and you are only in charge because he put me in charge and I’m asking you to watch over her.” I reminded them of their place. It wouldn’t have hurt to make her call them ‘Master’, but they were far from mastering shaving the scruff that grew on their chins, much less a teenage girl.



I had already told them about her bathroom and food breaks so I felt that was it – I made sure they all understood the rules before I told them that Taylor could lick her fingers clean and leave.


I was actually surprised to see Taylor look disappointed when she had to stop, but I shouldn’t have been. She attacked her pussy like Janie attacked macaroni and cheese (Janie LOVED macaroni and cheese).

“Actually,” Dave rubbed the scruff on his chin and smirked, “Marvin has already seen your daughter naked the first night she babysat, and they usually ask to see her butt after she’s been spanked by my wife.”

“Is there no one on this block who hasn’t seen my daughter’s ass by now?” I was equally frustrated and amused at how things had turned out for Taylor. It seemed even when I tried to be lenient or establish some limitations, she had already gone well beyond them. “If you feel she can still effectively babysit, then I’ll have her wear a skirt and she can flip it up anytime someone wants a look at her bottom. Or would you prefer she babysit completely nude?” I asked.


Dave seemed shocked I would actually ask this question. I was pleased I’d finally said something that would actually make the dirty old man pause and hesitate. He hadn’t flinched when he discovered I’d let her give hand-jobs or introduced her to a diet of semen, but at least on this matter he’d stopped to offer me a concerned look.


“I think Betty may have a problem with that,” he began, and I nodded in understanding.


“My grandson and I would absolutely love it, though, so if you guys don’t mind, then hell yeah!” He slapped Scotty and Donny on the back and said he’d rather be in the room with them than down at the rehearsal. “Probably best, though, if we stick with the regular plan, and I think Marvin will like being able to tell her to lift her skirt. Can he ask to see her tits?” Dave wasn’t shy when it came to perverted questions.


“Has he asked to see them before?” I asked.


Donny told me that ever since Taylor babysat in the nude the first night without the apron, Marvin has had a crush on her and has been trying to look under her skirt or find ways to creep on her. “I caught him snapping pictures with his cell phone,” he laughed.


“If Dave is fine with it, then he can take her into the bathroom and take as many pictures of her as he’d like. You can even take a few of him with her if he wants, as far as I’m concerned. He’s already seen her precious boobs and there’s nothing all that special about them.” I cupped one of her tits in my hand.


I thought to myself, “…besides the fact they’re perky and very cute.” As I handled her roughly I could feel her nipples getting hard. “You can tell Betty that we’re just trying to make sure Fart Face isn’t aroused when she’s doing her job. And if she’s willing to spank and discipline her, then I don’t mind Fart Face being used to scare the other kids about the consequences of misbehaving by having her rosy pink ass shown to them afterwards.”


Everyone nodded happily – except for Taylor, who looked like she may be regretting signing up for this treatment. I could tell when Marvin was mentioned he must be annoying, and I’d have imagined a week ago she would have treated him like an insect to be smashed or ignored.


“If she breaks any of the rules you are to TEXT me. I’ll let you know if you can punish your sister, but I want you to be prepared, so take Angel and Lucifer with you tonight in case you need to paddle your sister. Do you think they’ll need to paddle you tonight, slut?” I asked Taylor.


“I’ll TRY to be good, Ma’am!” Taylor promised with a soft moan, lost in her own ecstasy. She had a little bit of drool forming in the corner of her lip. I had warned her not to get off on this punishment – but I overlooked these obvious signs she was turned on, because I was growing increasingly embarrassed about accepting that this was turning her on much more than it should have been.

Then again – in private Tom had made me a drooling mess of slutty desires as well.


“Do more than try, or you’ll be hung out to dry tonight when you get home. You’re going to spend your nights in the living room. You’re done with your room from now on. I’m going to clean it out while you’re gone and turn it into the sewing room I always wanted for arts and crafts,” I promised her.


We looked for her butt-plug but it was nowhere to be found. I started to get angry and warned her that her father would really be pissed off if he found out Antioch was missing. That’s when I realized that Cadmus had been missing as well and started to panic. I knew Dave had to go, so I went upstairs and found a temporary butt-plug for Taylor to wear.


I wasn’t entirely convinced she didn’t hide it herself, although I didn’t put it past Janie or Scotty, who were the biggest pranksters of the house, to have done it as well. I told everyone this was very serious, but considering I was talking about a toy that went squarely up their sister’s butt, I wasn’t too surprised when they giggled anyway.


I brought down a much longer butt-plug called a Crystal Jellies Anal Delight that we’d purchased only a few weeks ago and I hadn’t actually had a chance to try myself. It was made of a semi-translucent pink jelly material, and the bumps on the butt-plug’s shaft start off small, measuring less than an inch across, and extend to four bumps. I think it serves more to tickle a man’s prostate. The cool part about this plug is that there’s a ring on the base of the plug so that it’s easy to grab and pull out like anal beads.


I also brought her a short skirt, heels, and a flimsy half-top she could wear tonight. I planned to bring all of her clothes downstairs tonight and begin repurposing my daughter’s room for my own use.


“Here’s another handle you can use on your sister.” I introduced them to their sister’s temporary butt-plug while I looked for Antioch. I stuffed it in her mouth so she could get it lubricated.


“What’s his name?” Janie asked enthusiastically. She loved anything pink, and this butt-plug had tiny pieces of glitter sparkling inside the jelly that caught her eye.


“Since we just got it…” I told her truthfully that her father hadn’t chosen a name for it yet.


“Can we call him Strawberry Sprinkles?” Janie clapped her hands and danced on her tippy-toes joyfully.


“I suppose we could for tonight,” I answered my daughter, and said that sounded more like a girl’s name to me.


“Strawberry Sprinkles could be a boy OR a girl’s name!” Janie was very into the concept that girls can do anything boys can do and there were no gender-based toys. She did have a lot of guy friends her own age who seemed to like My Little Pony cartoons and some of the girly stuff she was into.


I agreed and told Taylor to bend over into the inspection position with her hands holding her cheeks apart so I could insert Strawberry Sprinkles.

“Can I do it, Mom?” It felt weird hearing Donny offer to shove a butt-plug into his sister’s ass, but he would need to learn to do this, so I smiled and offered the plug, still dripping with his sister’s saliva, to him.


He looked a little intimidated, but Taylor encouraged him by saying, “Please just go ahead and push it in, Sir. I don’t mind.”


“Even if she did mind…” I showed him how to line it up at the entrance to her anus and fuck it back and forth until he got the first rubber bump inside, and then work it all the way in to the base so that only the rubberized ring was left exposed.


Taylor’s eyes bulged out by the time he got past the fourth ring. I don’t think she expected it to feel quite like that. I knew the look from years of practice wearing a plug. There was a feeling of fullness, but also a surprise factor that something like that could fit inside your bowels and was probably pushed up into your intestinal wall.


I pulled it right back out after he finished, and they watched as each bump expanded her asshole slightly and then her asshole tightened around it, only to widen again when I reached the next bump.


“What did you do that for?” Donny was disappointed I had just undone his careful work lodging Strawberry Sparkles up her ass.

“So your brother can practice, and then you really have to go.” I stuck the plug in Taylor’s mouth. She was hesitant at first – looking slightly mortified – but when I glared at her she didn’t need further encouragement to open her mouth for me. I let her clean it off with her tongue and handed it back to Scotty.


Scotty was a lot rougher with his sister’s asshole, but now it was lubed up again and ready to accommodate the plug.


“So anytime anyone asks you to show them your ‘strawberry’ you’ll lift your skirt and bend over,” I chuckled, and I slapped my daughter on her hard, firm ass playfully.


I made sure everyone agreed they knew the rules and reminded them to text me if they had questions. They hated that I could be such a mother about things, but it was important to me that they knew I wasn’t just pushing them out the door.


“It doesn’t make sense to get her dressed in the backyard,” I looked out the kitchen curtain. Even though it was October, it still hadn’t started getting dark yet. There was no one outside and everyone seemed up for a quick run to the truck, since Taylor had to ride in the nude anyway.


“Good thing my neighbor’s at a wedding rehearsal and my other neighbor Mr. Goldman wouldn’t mind,” I chuckled. I still had one other neighbor living on the other side of my house named Van Pewterschmidt who was the local handsome bachelor, and I assumed he would probably just think it was some teenage prank, if he noticed at all.


“Let’s do this thing!” Dave was smiling mischievously at the thought of running out to his truck with a naked teenage girl in broad daylight. “Since Betty isn’t home, the only one we don’t want to run into is Mrs. Waxerman – she’s a real bitch.”


“You’re a funny man,” I chuckled, and agreed with him. I’d just recently met her and I thought the same exact thing. “I’m going to have to make Fart Face come over and wash your truck after this – especially clean the part she sat on with her sopping wet bald pussy.”


“That would be right neighborly of you!” Dave laughed, and thanked me for the offer. He said he needed to get going, or Betty would put HIM outside in heels and a thong to wash her Volkswagen bug for being so late to his daughter’s wedding rehearsal.


“You ready to run to the truck then, slut?” I pinched my daughter’s bare nipple as I asked the question.


“You’re really going to let me run out of the house like this?” She looked shocked and impressed I had the sheer audacity.


“It’s only for a minute, and I don’t want to waste Mr. Vulgus’s time getting you dressed in the backyard only to walk you around to the front so that you can take your time getting your ass into the truck, only to undress again so you can play with yourself. Just be grateful I don’t make you walk slowly!” I warned her, standing at the kitchen door.


“Yes, Mistress – thank you for this! I’ll be a good girl tonight,” Taylor promised.


“Don’t make promises you aren’t sure you can keep! Now shake your tits and wiggle your ass while you run your happy ass to Mr. Vulgus’s truck!” I slapped her on the bottom and tossed some clothes to Donny for his sister tonight, including a pair of panties she could be gagged with. I handed the whips and leash to Scotty and told all three of them to have fun tonight and do a good job. I knew it was highly irresponsible to send my daughter out in the front yard naked, streaking to the truck, but the look on her face of absolute terror as she dashed from the door while running to the truck was priceless.


I especially liked the fact that Donny and Scotty seemed in no hurry whatsoever to open the door for their sister, and they were following with her stuff.


“Oh, we will,” Mr. Vulgus promised. He must have thought I was talking to him, because before he left through the kitchen side door he promised, “We definitely will!”