CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 12^th (Wednesday).

Joanne has just finished her chores outside, including playing with Louis, and has received a voicemail on her phone.

I was breathing heavy when I came back inside from the work out of running laps and digging that hole outside – but mostly from fucking myself with Louis. I cleaned every inch of Louis with my mouth before I returned him to the upstairs cabinet, briefly wondering if Taylor would faint if I ever brought him out and told her to serve him.

Louis is the size of a small baseball bat or a man’s forearm, and the tip was shaped like a fist!

I was well-lubricated and freshly fucked, but strangely not as completely satiated as I normally was. I think that I had been vicariously getting a thrill out of the idea I may be watched while I played with myself, and that when I knew my neighbor had left, some of the excitement was missing from being outside.

I know my getting off on this makes me sound like an extrovert or exhibitionist but I can’t say that I am one. Yes, I chose to do all of this and yes I was turned on just like an exhibitionist but they are seeking attention and I do not believe that is what turned me on about it at all.

It was strangely humiliating and yet thrilling at the same time because I knew Mort was safe and wouldn’t be offended by what he saw me do. I knew it turned him on to see me play with myself – and so his peeping on my nudity was relatively harmless.

If someone had accidentally caught me sticking the garden hose in my pussy or playing with myself, and they were genuinely shocked, that would have been different. It had been that way with Rachel at first – but she had so quickly accepted the idea of me naked that she barely seemed to notice.

I briefly reflected on how bizarre my morning had been – not only had I sucked a stranger’s cock, but I’d just witnessed what seemed to be the birth of a dominant when Rachel laid down the law to her son and brother.

I wasn’t sure I would have the audacity to lay down the law to my brothers or my sons in the same way – and briefly chuckled at the mental image. I was sure my sister would probably find it amusing to see my brothers doing whatever we told them, though!

I wouldn’t have found the situation so funny if Mr. Goldman hadn’t actually looked like he was actually excited when she took charge. He clearly had enough money to spend some on her, and I gathered from the subtext of what they were discussing his parents left it all to him when some of it should have gone to her – so maybe it was karmic justice that this was happening.

I also suspected Mort was attracted to pushy women – in part because of the way he described his wife; it sounded like she wore the pants in the family without question. He just obviously didn’t like that she ignored him and didn’t satisfy him sexually. I wondered if he thought I was “pushy” since he saw me spank and order my daughter around recently.

I was about to start on some of the routine household chores when I checked my phone. There were no new texts from my husband, but I had a voicemail. I was excited to hear my husband’s voice – I really needed it. I knew he was so busy with the job that calling me would be rare but I was really missing him and longed to hear his deep voice.

Imagine my surprise when the voice mail wasn’t from him at all - It was the school!

I almost dropped the phone – I had suspected this moment would come. I didn’t even want to listen to the message because I’d already told myself this was going to be about Taylor and we had finally gone too far in what we’d sent her to school in plus her rules.

I began to wonder what the repercussions may be and if we’d be dealing with Social Services or suspension. You may have gathered by now that I tend to worry and overthink things a lot. I suppose most women do, and while I inherited big tits from my mother, I also inherited the anxiety that came with big worries.

That’s one reason I found Tom to be so wonderful – he could calm my anxiousness because he always had a plan for the likely, and a philosophy for the unlikely, that we could follow.

I summoned up the courage to stop speculating about what kind of trouble Taylor was in and listen to the message.

“Hello, Mrs. Swift? This is Mr. Hogarth – your daughter’s guidance counselor.” The deep voice on the phone had a slight southern accent to it. “We need to discuss your daughter’s behavior. I wonder if you’re able to come by my office today or schedule an appointment if today isn’t possible.”

He included a phone number, but I was already getting dressed to head down to the school! I removed the slave collar I had so bravely put on, and put on my day collar. I then chose one of my most conservative outfits for going out of the house. I didn’t actually own any bras or panties or I may have put those on, for all the good it would do me now to seem like I was a respectable person.

I went over the hundreds of mistakes I’d made over the past week with Taylor – chiefly I probably shouldn’t have let Kimber and Summer be in charge of her at school after they came home late with her.

Even though Scotty and Donny would have relished the opportunity to lord things over their sister, Tom had been quite clear that they didn’t share classes with her and run in the same circles of friends, so they would have limited access. More importantly, he was also concerned that this would impact their own schoolwork while they were busy trying to run Taylor’s life – too busy to run their own.

I knew both of them had big dates coming up as far as they were concerned, and the girl Donny liked would actually be coming over tonight after school to study! Having to deal with Taylor and watch over her to make sure she was adhering to the rules at school may rob them of the opportunity to have a relatively normal high school experience.

So who else did I have? No one I could trust with that responsibility – but now I was second-guessing whether she should even have discipline while at school. I was clearly going to the school to straighten whatever it was out – so it may be too late to change now anyway – they’d probably suspended her or who knows? Maybe they were waiting to arrest me for being the world’s worst mother?

I was in the Prius, nearly in tears, on my way to the school, going over all the reasons that I may deserve whatever fate awaited me there.

I had cheated on Tom with a stranger I’d met at a grocery store – and though I didn’t know it at the time, he was our neighbor’s future son-in-law.

I had cheated on Tom with a strange security guard – and even though he blackmailed me into sucking his cock, I had secretly got off on it. I could have said no. I was already considering going back tonight as he had instructed.

Those were just the top two recent mistakes. I had also been openly masturbating in front of not only my neighbor, but now his sister and nephew had seen me naked and playing with myself.

I wanted to tell Tom all of this and ask him what to do about the school. I really did want to just come clean, but I asked myself: would texting be the appropriate way? I also wanted to find out WHAT Taylor had actually done before I got Tom worried too.

I secretly realized that those were excuses I was telling myself to avoid just coming right out and informing Tom of this behavior. This wasn’t “Spank me and make me stand in a corner” kind of discipline – this was “Divorce me and leave my slutty ass” kind of stuff. I just didn’t want to admit to myself that I was procrastinating on telling Tom the truth because I didn’t want to do it.

I went over some of the other lies – all of which were still in my mind – that I had told over the past week. I may have forgotten a few, but those were burned into my brain as I beat myself up.

Just this morning I had lied to the kids that I had a flat tire. I was really just too drunk to drive home.

I’d ran through the housing community naked when I lost my clothes at the Olive Garden.

I had also had no intention of telling Mr. Vulgus about Matt’s cold feet about getting married. I told myself that was none of my business, but I should be looking out for Mr. Vulgus – after all, it was me who sucked his future son-in-law’s cock and may have given him those cold feet.

I also didn’t tell my sons that’s why I thought they may not need a wedding rehearsal, when I’d accidentally got caught telling them that it may not happen as planned. That’s one of the reasons I hate to lie – unless I make a list like this I can’t keep track of all my excuses and deceit.

I’d played with myself without Tom’s permission – most furiously after I had gone off on Taylor and really given her a hard beating the other night. What if someone noticed bruises on her and that’s why I was being called to the school? I was frightened and starting to freak out.

It was my idea to introduce Taylor to giving hand-jobs. The first ones were punishment for being late – and it wasn’t even really her fault. Granted, I didn’t know that at the time, but what if I was being called to school because she gave some boys hand-jobs or did even more with them and told them it was because I said ‘waste not, want not’?

What if she thought they were going to jerk off anyway, so may as well not let it go to waste?

What if this was about Scotty or Donny? The worst thing they may have done was looked at one of those dirty websites. I never told Tom about some of the perverted ones that I’d found on Donny’s computer, but some of them were very graphic and included a lot of perverted humiliations. What if someone asked them about what Taylor was doing and they told them?

After all, we said if we had to hide this, then we must be doing something wrong. I could be coming to school because one of them is in trouble!

Could it be Scotty finally got caught peeping on Taylor and her friends? He had told me early in the week he did, and Taylor and her friends had caught him once before.

I wanted to pick up the cell phone and just call this Mr. Hogarth before I even got to the school, but decided in my panic that it may not be wise because I probably needed to discuss this face-to-face.

I was glad at least I knew it wasn’t about Janie. She’d been drinking the cummy milk before we even started this exercise, but she didn’t know what it was. I’d let her continue after she found out and wanted to keep drinking it. She’d also tied up her sister upstairs when she was playing Barbies with her and almost cut off all her hair. I hadn’t told Tom about that, and probably should have, but I didn’t want Janie to get in trouble when I probably should have been supervising her.

I remember that night I asked Tom if I could play with myself instead – he would have been furious if he found out that because I was lazy, Janie went hog-wild on her sister. Taylor loved her luxuriant black hair, and even though we were teaching her humility, I doubted Tom would ever condone chopping it all off like one of Janie’s Barbies.

Could it be that Mrs. Waxerman or Mr.Pewterschmidt called the school? Maybe they’d seen me make Taylor act like a dog on the front lawn and reported me?

Maybe they were worried we made Taylor eat her lunch out of a 500 dollar shoe? I lined it with material to keep it from getting gross, but the school may not know that and just think we’re crazy-indulgent for letting our teenager eat from an expensive shoe? Or think we’re awful for making her do it?

I suddenly remembered Tom had said NO photos quite explicitly when he laid out the rules. The ONLY exception had been Taylor’s handlers were to text pictures as proof Taylor was sitting on the toilet properly, which I assumed they were sending to her father, and that was only by necessity to insure they were enforcing minimal rules there.

Yesterday, I let Janie take a bunch of them to send to Kimber and Summer – what if I was being called to school over that? I was in such a panic mode!

What if any of those pictures fell into the wrong hands? What if that’s why I was being summoned to the school?

If Taylor was in trouble for something she did or wore to school, I told myself I’d forgive her instantly and not punish her – after all, I’d been the one to make these poor decisions, and I would probably need to make amends for them. She would have just been following my instructions, so it wouldn’t be fair if she got punished for doing that.

I’d almost pissed myself by the time I reached the school parking lot with worry about what was going to happen next.

The only upside was that I was no longer thinking about the fact I’d cheated on my husband or that I was supposed to return to the Olive Garden tonight; and if I didn’t, a security guard may show up to tell him. I was no longer thinking about the odd events of the morning where Mr. Goldman and his nephew had basically been blackmailed into submission by his sister.

I had only one thought: go find out what had happened to Taylor and rescue her. I would fall upon my sword if the school administration was going to suspend her and just tell them it was all my fault for whatever she did – it was at my instruction.

A good dominant would take responsibility for the action of their submissive if they were carrying out their orders – I was sure of that.

Not that I felt like a “good” dominant at that particular moment in time – in fact, I felt like I’d failed completely to provide the proper directions and make the right decisions. The pendulum of my confidence in myself at making decisions had swung hard from where it was even a few hours earlier to wishing I had nothing to do with this at all.

The Cherry Lawn administrative offices were right at the entrance, and I found Mr. Hogarth’s office very quickly. It was just as I suspected: he was a guidance counselor and his door was closed. I was sure I would knock and she would be in there waiting for me to go home because her clothes were too inappropriate for even their loose standards for her to wait in the general population of the school.

I knocked and heard a voice tell me to enter.

I was not prepared to see Matt sitting behind a cluttered desk stacked high with student folders and behind an old CRT computer monitor.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” He smiled while looking flattered to see me as he looked up from his work.

“You called me? And I thought you worked in IT?” I was confused and growing angry. This had to be some kind of twisted joke on his part to get me into his office.

“I USED to work in technology, but the economy keeps getting worse, so I finally put my liberal arts degree to good use and got a job with the school system. Ironic that I don’t know what I’m doing with my own life, and I got a job as a school counselor to tell kids what to do with theirs,” he grinned – still convinced I had contrived a reason to see him.

“You called me and told me there was a problem with Taylor? But it was just to get me down here to suck your dick again? I told you before that was not going to happen again,” I informed him, while suppressing my growing frustration that he didn’t seem even the slightest bit apologetic that he’d used my daughter to get me down here under false pretenses. I’d been so worried that we were in trouble that I’d worked myself up into a frenzy, and now this! It should have been a huge relief, but I couldn’t help wanting to throttle the guy.

“Oh, you’re Taylor’s mom? That totally makes sense, now that I think about it,” Matt nodded in understanding. My face and body language made it obvious I would need him to explain it to me.

“I assure you when I left a message this morning I just looked up Taylor’s phone number. I didn’t check the street address. I called both you and your husband and invited you to come down here,” he continued.

“You called Tom!?” I stopped him in shock.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said in a hushed tone. Even though we were in his closed office and no one could eavesdrop on us, he whispered. “I wouldn’t have told him his wife gives fantastic blowjobs. I’m sure he already knows.” He chuckled as if it were no big deal.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” I declared and asked what it is that he needed to discuss about Taylor. “Was it her clothes are too skimpy? I can explain that,” I said.

“No, no,” Matt held up his hands for me to stop and not continue that explanation. “The last guy who had this job used to report all the girls who didn’t wear panties. You know what happened?” he asked rhetorically.

I nodded that I didn’t.

“He got fired.” Matt explained that no one reads their antiquated dress code policy and people simply don’t dress that way anymore. “The parents asked why he was looking up their daughter’s skirts to see if they had on panties, and when he didn’t have a good explanation they created this job opening that yours truly filled. No one who wants to keep their job in the school system is going to worry about what a high school girl has on underneath her clothes, and if he does, he keeps it to himself,” Matt chuckled.

“So what is it you wanted to tell me, Matt?” I looked confused – my anger was subsiding because there had clearly been a misunderstanding. I believed him when he said he hadn’t checked our address, as no one would check an address if they were going to call someone to see if the mother is someone they recently drove home after they ran naked from your car. I was happy from his tone that it didn’t seem as serious as I’d thought earlier, but I was still concerned.

“How about I show you?” Matt stood up and stacked a few folders on his desk before reminding me to call him ‘Mr. Hogarth.’

“My fiancée works as a teacher here and it probably won’t look good if certain really attractive moms with super-nice tits are calling me by my first name.” He led me out of his office and down the main hallway of the school.

There were no kids in the halls, but it was clearly around lunchtime so there were some students in the cafeteria.

“That’s nice of you to say,” I thanked him for his frank compliment and asked if he planned to marry his fiancée now.

“She isn’t you, and after that blowjob last night – you sucked my dick all the way to the base. I saw this look in your eyes like you knew you had me hook, line, and sinker when you throated my entire cock,” he said with hushed admiration in his voice.

I whispered that was probably not wise to say out loud in the school hallways, but thanked him. “It wasn’t really as hard as you think to give a good blowjob – it just takes a lot of practice.” I’m not great at accepting compliments, although I was actually quite pleased to hear him say that I rocked his little world.

“You’d be shocked to hear the scandalous shit that teachers say in the break room here in front of the other teachers,” he chuckled.

“You haven’t told anyone about last night?” I raised my eyebrows in shock.

“No,” he assured me, adding, “I don’t think many people would believe it if I told them – especially the part about you taking a moonlit, nude jog through Cherry Lawn Estates.”

“I don’t normally do things like that,” I said as he walked me past the cafeteria and outside to a student ‘quad’ shaped plaza where kids stood around studying, playing Frisbee, and talking. He then walked me towards a brick wall against the side of the school.

“I believe you, and neither do I, but I’d love to have a life like that,” he said. I prompted him to explain further and he said that he’d love to have an adventurous woman who dared to do such naughty things all the time – one that was submissive to him. “You made me feel so powerful and strong.” He was really impressed with one little blowjob.

“Maybe you could talk to your fiancée about it,” I said encouragingly.

“I don’t think that’s something you can just talk to a woman about.” Matt pretended to be addressing his fiancée and said, “Hey hon, I was wondering if you could give blowjobs like a starved whore trying to suck my balls through my cock head and then get buck naked and streak through the neighborhood with your ass jiggling and your tits bouncing as you frantically try to make your way home – only to allow me to drive up like Sir Galahad on his white horse and rescue you?”

“You didn’t rescue me.” I was flattered as I teasingly told him I didn’t need his help. “I would have made it home on my own.”

“You would have, but you didn’t need to, and you let me feel like I was coming to your aid – it really turned me on to be needed. I think it’s hormonal and primal in men. We want to be the knight in shining armor and have a woman need us,” he explained.

“Not all men,” I thought as I remembered the vulgar security guard who’d preyed on my situation earlier to get me to suck his cock. The guard had clearly thought I was a dirty whore and a bored housewife who got off on doing dirty things when he made his indecent offer to me, but he definitely didn’t want to be a white knight.

“Not all women either,” Matt reminded me as we reached the destination to what he wanted to show me.

Taylor was standing with her hips akimbo against the wall with her two friends Kimber and Summer and they were all smoking and giggling. She had her hair braided and was still wearing the absurdly small anime-style Sailor Moon outfit from the morning.

A guy checked her out as he walked past and looked up her and down, and she stopped laughing and glared at him – the way I would have expected her to behave before the training. Taylor hadn’t noticed me yet, in part because the student quad was fairly busy and we were still far enough away that she may not have seen us. I could definitely see from her body language that Kimber and Summer weren’t enforcing any of the rules.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know she was smoking at school! Is that an immediate suspension? You let her smoke this entire time so that I could see it for myself?” I asked with a baffled look on my face that he let her continue smoking! In my day, that was one of the worst things you could do at school!

Matt looked at me as if I were crazy.

“The students are allowed to smoke at designated smoking areas,” he explained as if he were talking to a Civil War-era soldier who had just woken up from a long sleep and was surprised we had emancipated black people and they were no longer traded as property, or that automobiles had replaced the horse and buggy.

“Okay. So is it her attitude? I know it’s awful and we’ve been taking steps at home to improve it,” I promised – thinking already of the many punishments Taylor was going to endure as soon as I got home for that very reason.

“No, not at all.” Matt explained that he knew Taylor was a good girl and had heard great things about her. “She babysits at my wedding practices!” he told me, as if I didn’t already know this. “Dave and Betty say that all the kids absolutely love her. Whatever you’re doing at home must be working, because she’s extremely respectful at all times to them. She even says ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’.” He smiled as we watched the three girls.

Summer raised her middle finger to shoot a bird at another passing boy that dared to look in their direction. I couldn’t hear what Kimber said to him from the distance I was standing, but it sounded like something sarcastic, and then I heard them all laugh.

“It doesn’t look like what we’re doing at home is working.” I was starting to grow increasingly angry with Taylor. I’d been prepared to forgive her for doing whatever it was that got her in trouble, but now I was ready to tie her ass to the fence post and leave her outside all night instead of letting her spend it inside.

“I think what you’re doing at home is probably fine.” Matt explained that, while her teachers had noticed marked improvement in Taylor’s behavior at school this past week, whenever she was around the other two girls she would become rude, and he felt they were a very bad influence on her. “We know all three girls have potential, and Summer and she score very high academically, but they don’t apply themselves to their work.”

I made a mental note that I would need to start making sure Taylor was doing her homework and focusing on grades. Matt told me that this past week she was asking questions, offering to help, and turned in all of her assignments, but in the classes she shared with the girls she was often distracted and getting in trouble for talking to them.

“What are you doing here?” I was surprised to hear Donny and Scotty behind me and turned around to greet them.

“I need a reason to come visit you at school?” I smirked at them. I was now finally quite relieved that all of my worry had been for naught, and decided I would have to reflect on appropriate punishment for Taylor when I got home.

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” Scotty chuckled and asked if we were checking up on Fart Face.

“Fart Face?” Matt chuckled his question.

“That’s what we call Taylor, Mr. Hogarth!” Scotty admitted with a smile, and said that he was looking forward to babysitting at his wedding tonight.

“Your sister seems to do a good-enough job,” Matt shrugged, accepting the nickname explanation as nothing all that surprising, and added that he didn’t really think she needed help babysitting four kids.

“I won’t be there to babysit four kids,” Scotty said, explaining that he’d be there to babysit his sister.

I thought that may shock Matt, but he looked at me and said, “That must be why she’s been behaving so much better?”

I wasn’t sure how much he knew about what happened while Taylor babysat, so I waited for him to fill in the blanks with his theory.

“You have your sons snitch on her when she’s misbehaving? Maybe spending too much time texting? I’ve actually got about 27 detentions for texting on her record for this school year alone – and school only started a few weeks ago – most of which she never served, and yet this week she hasn’t had any!”

“We actually took away her phone,” I smiled without confirming his theory at all.

“What? The audacity!” Matt feigned outrage dramatically, as if I had just suggested the cruelest of punishments. “A teenage girl with no wi-fi connected phone? The horror of it all!”

“You should come up to the room tonight where she’s babysitting and see how well-behaved my sister can be!” Scotty smirked.

“I totally wish,” Matt answered my son with a smile. “I hear my father-in-law keeps a bottle of Scotch up there and sneaks up there three or four times during the dinner. This is the last practice, though, before the wedding, so as the groom I’m kind of expected to, you know, be there through the whole thing,” he joked.

I smiled at him without revealing his secret about leaving the last two nights under the pretense of buying things for the wedding when we met at the grocery store.

“Almost the entire time,” Matt corrected with a devilish grin and said he’d try and make time to come up and see Scotty tonight after the practice.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted that to happen – after all, Matt worked for the school and he may not be as at-home with the details of how we disciplined Taylor as Mr. Vulgus and his wife had been.

“Mr. Hogarth is the coolest guidance counsellor we’ve ever had,” Scotty laughed and looked up to Matt.

Matt did remind me physically in a lot of ways of Tom. So I could see how naturally Scotty may admire him for that reason without even realizing the reason was Tom is the definition of manhood and masculinity to his sons; anyone who shares that would by extension garner the same respect.

“You’re a freshman – he’s the ONLY guidance counsellor you’ve ever had,” Donny reminded him.

“No, we had guidance counselors at middle school,” Scotty joked back at his brother.

“Do you both normally have lunch out here with Taylor?” I interrupted their joking.

“Yeah,” Donny admitted.

“Your sister acts like this and you never told me?” I asked him.

“I tried to, but Dad said we were supposed to focus on our studies and not try to take charge of Fart Face at school,” Donny said, acknowledging what I was asking and offering an explanation.

“Fart Face,” Matt snickered and apologized, saying that cracked him up at how seriously we say that anytime we talk about Taylor. “I met with Taylor a few weeks ago and I didn’t get the impression she’d let anyone call her something like that without clubbing them over the head with a giant wooden mallet.”

“She’ll totally let you call her ‘Fart Face’,” Scotty promised with a smile, and Donny nodded in agreement.

Matt looked at me for reaction and said that he didn’t think it would be appropriate if a member of the faculty referred to a student that way.

“I hope it’s appropriate for a parent to refer to one that way.” I turned with a determined gait towards my daughter after seeing her engage another student with some rude body language and light up another cigarette. I knew the three of them were following me – and I prepared my thoughts as I marched over to where my daughter was standing.

I could see the look of shock and horror spread across her face once she saw me closing in on her position. She immediately put out the cigarette and crushed it under the heels she had on.

“Oh, waste not, want not, Fart Face,” I said imperiously as I stormed over to her. I had no idea she even smoked until today, although it made sense that she probably did with her Goth friends.

Kimber and Summer giggled and started to split – I advised them to stick around, and was surprised to see them actually stop and follow my instruction.

I was growing rapidly confident in my dominant behavior now, and I borrowed some of the body language from Rachel Goldman in how she carried herself this morning. She walked around like she was constantly judging things and finding them not up to her standards even before she had laid down the law with Sol and Mort.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am.” Taylor offered up her hands and shrugged an apology.

“You think I want to see your hands for some reason?” I asked. I wasn’t actually sure where I was going with this line of questions. I was just making things up off the cuff as I gave her the fifth degree and enjoying the fear playing out on her face as she realized she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“No, Ma’am, not at all.” Taylor put her hands at her side.

“Everyone out here in this little park has probably seen your nasty little ass-crack in that short skirt by now, so why show them your hands? “ I asked sternly.

“It’s called the Quad,” Summer corrected me in a huff with a patronizingly bitchy attitude.

“I don’t care what IT is called,” I matched her tone and exceeded the bitchiness laced within it. It felt good to be powerful, because I think I actually intimidated the little brat by out-bitching her – and shutting her up in the process.

I told Taylor to get down on her hands and knees and pick up that cigarette right now. “You wanted it before – now pick it up! I don’t think you want to litter this lovely QUAD with your butts, do you?” I could see dozens of fresh cigarette butts around the girls and all along the wall.

“No, Ma’am,” Taylor seemed apprehensive about getting down on all fours to pick up the cigarette – I didn’t blame her. The outfit was clearly short enough that her ass would be hanging out and everyone would notice.

“You can use your hands to pick it up, but do it now,” I suggested, and crossed my own arms before telling her that I may change my mind. “Put it in your mouth and chew it up – let’s not let any of this go to waste!”

“They told me I could smoke, Ma’am,” Taylor pleaded, and seeing that I wasn’t going to accept her shifting blame to her friends, added, “You can punish me when I get home – I’d appreciate it!” She bent at the waist with her back to the wall and picked up the butt before putting it in her mouth.

If Taylor had been home, the mandate would have been to face her ass towards her betters in full view, but I was making this all up off the cuff as I went along and already nervous we may be pushing things. I wanted to make her do it properly, but I was afraid of creating even more of a scene.

“Gross, you’re putting a butt in your mouth!” Scotty laughed hysterically and I saw even Taylor’s sullen friends crack a slight smile at that comment.

“She’s a butt-kisser now anyway,” Donny remarked.

“Wow.” Matt smiled at their assertiveness around Taylor. “You were both so shy when I met you a month ago. I had no idea you had such a sense of humor,” Matt laughed, and chalked up their behavior as natural brother/sister back-and-forth.

He was right, though: Donny and Scotty had become much more outgoing lately, but the catty back-and-forth had usually been isolated to our house and never out in public; at least, not extended towards Taylor.

Already, a few students were noticing my dressing her down and watching from a safe distance.

“Let me see if I get this straight…” Matt interjected himself and asked, “Fart Face – dammit, now you’ve got me saying it – I mean, Taylor,” Matt started with a chuckle.

“You can call me ‘Fart Face’ if you want to, Sir,” Taylor offered.

“Thank you, but I think I should still call you ‘Taylor’ while you’re at school, although if I see you tonight at the wedding I may just remember that.” Matt shrugged off the offer as something silly and asked why she’d actually look forward to punishment at home.

“You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with, Sir,” Taylor told the counselor while continuing eye contact, explaining that she wanted punishment because she knew she’d done wrong. “I knew I shouldn’t be smoking and laughing, but I can easily be tempted to fall back on my old habits. If I accept that I did something wrong and make amends to address my behavior by getting punished, then I can stop being such a brat, Sir,” she answered respectfully.

“Wow.” Matt smiled at me and then her with satisfaction, saying that he wished more students saw things that way. Then he told me he how surprising I was. “I never thought you’d be the type to crack the whip!”

I was worried my kids would figure out I knew Matt before this, but none of them said anything about how friendly he was being. Scotty instead said it was more like a paddle than a whip.

“Hey, I grew up in the mountains of Georgia, and I know how a well-placed paddle can help teach right from wrong.” Matt rubbed his own buttocks to pantomime the sore feeling after a warm paddling. “There are quite a few teachers here who would love to bring back corporal punishment. We’ve got an old paddle that used to be carried by Principal Griffin twenty years ago when they first opened this school – they say he was a proper bastard with that thing,” Matt said with a smirk. “He used to line kids up to go to lunch and then fire a starter pistol to send different tables to the lunch lines, until the pistol started putting holes in the drywall and they made him stop. But those were different times,” Matt sighed.

Kimber patronizingly pretended she wanted to hear more. “Please tell us another story about how things were back in your day, Mr. Hogarth. I love to hear old fairy tales about the way things used to be!” she said with a gleam in her eye that almost seemed flirtatious.

“I don’t suppose, Kimber and Summer, you feel the same way about punishment then?” Matt clearly knew the answer to the question, but asked it anyway.

“As if,” Summer shrugged and looked away as if she’d prefer to be anywhere else in the world right now. The kids that were watching us dress Taylor down had begun to disperse – they were expecting a spectacle to play out, and their attention spans didn’t last all that long.

I was happy to disappoint them this time – but I thought about spanking Taylor’s butt right then and there. Even though she was acting contrite and respectful now, I hadn’t forgotten only moments before she’d been glaring at boys who dared to look at her.

“I was going to suggest we split these three up because Fart Face…” Matt corrected himself with a smirk, “Dammit, I said it again. I meant to say, that because Taylor was being negatively influenced by them, but maybe she can be a positive influence on Kimber and Summer?”

“Yeah, maybe!” Kimber grinned sheepishly. She had absolutely no intention of allowing that to happen, and it was obvious her enthusiasm was false.

“Yeah, and maybe monkeys will fly out of your butt,” I said, plainly disregarding Kimber’s opinion.

Scotty and Donny did a spit take, they laughed so hard at my honest opinion. I didn’t really intend to be that funny about it, I just said the first thing that came to my mind.

“In the meantime, any time I get Fart Face home I have to un-train and un-teach everything she learns here at school, and do you know what that means for you?” I asked Taylor directly.

“It means that I’ll be punished for my misbehavior, Ma’am,” Taylor answered reluctantly.

“It means extra punishment for you, and that means extra work for me trying to enforce it. Frankly, I don’t see the upside to permitting this to continue,” I warned her and looked at Mr. Hogarth.

“Hey, it was just a suggestion,” Matt said, holding up his hands defensively for me not to snap his head off. “If more kids could learn from Taylor’s behavior I would have far fewer problems in my office. I’ll tell you what: since you’re a friend, I can see what I can do about moving their lunches and classes so that Fart Face – okay, now that’s a third time I’ve said it, so I’ll just go with it – Fart Face has no classes with them. Would that work for y’all?”

I could see a hurt look spread across the normally apathetic Summer’s face as she realized that Mr. Hogarth was serious.

What concerned me more was that my boys had picked up on Mr. Hogarth saying we were friends, although they didn’t say anything about it at that moment.

“I’ll do my best to behave on my own now, Ma’am. I promise!” Taylor looked at me.

“Your best hasn’t been good enough, and you haven’t kept your promises in the past, so I don’t know what makes you think I’d accept either of those assurances.” I don’t know where that came from, but I was damn proud I’d said it just like that. It sounded really confident and I could see it had an actual impact on Taylor.

“I don’t know what else to offer, Ma’am,” Taylor shrugged in surrender.

“Maybe I need to come down here every day and make sure you’re eating the lunch I packed you instead of standing against the wall smoking and being a total bitch to boys who dare look at you? Look at how you’re dressed. You should expect boys are going to look at you and at least smile back instead of making them feel stupid for taking the time to pay you the compliment of noticing your beauty,” I said.

“You think I’m beautiful, Ma’am?” Taylor asked with a smile.

“I know you’re beautiful – a beautiful brat who deserves better in life than what that attitude of yours would buy you! That’s why I’m willing to come down here and do whatever it takes to make sure you behave yourself!”

“Well, I’d like that,” Mr. Hogarth said. He was pleased with how I was talking to my daughter and suggested he’d like to see more of me around the school.

“We could keep an eye on her for you, Mom!” Donny offered.

“You don’t have enough classes with your sister. You’ve been placed in all advanced classes, and Fart Face has sunk to the lowest common denominator. Even though she’s smart enough to be in the same classes as you, she prefers to hang around with kids who aren’t, and so she’s done the least amount of work possible to be exactly where she is,” I said.

“You think I’m smart too, Ma’am?” Taylor was genuinely pleased at what I said, even though I was trying to shame her. She took from my words that I knew she was smart enough to be in more advanced classes.

“Hey, not that I wouldn’t mind you being down here every day, but as long as I’m playing scheduler, if you really feel she’s underachieving because she isn’t academically challenged, and if Donny will tutor her, I can do my best to get them in the same classes.” Mr. Hogarth told me that the school actually had a program where parents could ask for their kids to be reassigned to harder classes if that was the problem.

“Cool, could you get me assigned to girl’s gym with my sister?” Scotty asked jokingly.

“The school is progressive, but I don’t know that it’s THAT progressive,” Mr. Hogarth laughed.

Kimber glared at him, and I don’t think Matt realized that Kimber was transgender, and that probably was a little insensitive on his part.

“Before you do anything, let me make sure that my sons understand what they’re signing up for.” I asked Matt to let me make sure that this was going to work.

He nodded in understanding and said he was just trying to be helpful. “I don’t know what your methods are, but I’ve been at this school now for 2 months and this is the first student who addressed me as ‘Sir’ since I got here. I’m all for helping, if your methods get results.”

“It’s actually my husband’s methods,” I advised him – subtly hinting that he should stop flirting and that I was happily married, despite my desperate willingness to suck his cock the night before.

Matt nodded in understanding and held his tongue.

“Your father didn’t want you being impacted trying to watch over your sister at school.” I warned Donny what he was signing up for. “You’re prepared to take on this extra responsibility? Even if it means it cuts into your social life?” I asked.

“Would I get to maintain the same rules of behavior that Kimber and Summer could enforce?”

“Do you remember all of the rules your father laid out for her at school?” I asked Donny, to be sure he understood what he was going to be expected to do.

“Does Rick from Rick and Morty use molecular compounds that are produced by simple bacteria's more-evolved immune systems to allow the insertion of genes anywhere in the genome to produce random clones of Morty?” Donny asked quite seriously.

When I looked at him with a baffled look on my face and asked who they were, his brother answered, “The Rickiest Rick and the Mortiest of Mortys from Dimension C-137.”

“You want me to let you take charge of your sister, and you think talking like this will get you taken seriously?” I asked.

If Summer had not laughed a sarcastic, honking “Haw-Haw” at my dress-down of Donny, and call him a nerdy loser, I may have just ended things right there because Donny shrugged, his ego clearly deflated.

“Show me that you’ll take steps to improve your sister’s behavior at school, or I’ll ask Mr. Hogarth to assign both of you to gym for six classes a day,” I warned them.

Donny and Scotty were both instantly excited.

I looked at Taylor – who genuinely looked a little nervous – to confirm that she understood what was happening. “Do you have a problem with your brothers reporting on your behavior to me and keeping you on the straight and narrow? If so, say it now,” I asked.

“No, Ma’am, I just worry that they won’t have time for their own social lives while they try to keep me from the temptation to be a brat. I do appreciate their willingness to watch over me, and I’ll cooperate completely.”

Matt seemed very surprised that Taylor would be willing to accept her brothers being in charge of her at school. “I think if my mother had taken your approach and let me watch over my sister at school I’d probably have taken advantage of the situation and had her do all my homework and carry my books!”

“I do all my own homework,” Donny said proudly, “but I’m sure Fart Face will have to carry my books for me – it’s one of the perks for giving up my time to keep an eye on her, same as when I make sure she’s paying attention while she’s babysitting,” he said.

I was glad Donny hadn’t gone into any detail in front of Mr. Hogarth, and I nodded to affirm that much was true. Tom had said that the boys shouldn’t watch over their sister at school, but he’d put me in charge, and since they wanted to do it and I didn’t have anyone else I could trust, I decided trying this wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ll be coming by the school at random times to check on you – ALL of you.” I warned that I would not be as understanding about this if there’s a next time I see Taylor misbehaving.

“Will I still be punished when I get home from school, Ma’am?” Taylor asked.

“You bet your sweet little booty! You can count on getting your attitude adjusted as soon as you get home!”

“Thank you, Ma’am, I know I screwed up today and I am sorry. I’m not trying to get out of punishment – I appreciate you taking the time to correct my attitude, and I genuinely want to learn to be better behaved,” Taylor said.

Her friends slunk away on their own – disgusted that Taylor hadn’t thrown a dramatic tantrum like she may have in the past. Also likely realizing making themselves scarce right now may keep Mr. Hogarth from remembering his promise to put them in different classes.

“I really have to hand it to you – you’re such a fantastic mother. Your daughter even calls you ‘Ma’am’ out of respect.” Matt seemed very impressed with me and with Taylor for behaving herself.

I didn’t think that was altogether that big of a deal, especially since she called every female ‘Ma’am’ now – and asked him how I was so fantastic. I may have been fishing for compliments, but I was also genuinely curious what he thought was so wonderful about how I was parenting; considering only a short while ago I was in crisis-mode over what I was doing.

“You told your daughter how beautiful she is; you told her how smart she is and what potential she has; and you scolded her for being so mean. And she actually thanked you for letting her brothers tell her what to do at school? I haven’t been a guidance counselor that long, but I think you’ve just made my career at school a sad one,” Matt admitted.

“Why’s that?” I asked curiously.

“I just saw a parent do something I may never see again! Good on you!” He smiled and then told my youngest son, “…and no, Scotty – if your mother tells me to enroll you in gym all day long, I’ll make sure it isn’t girl’s gym or even co-ed. I’m thinking more like laps around the football field – so for your sake, I genuinely hope you can control your sister’s behavior,” he chuckled.