CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

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

Joanne has just told Janie that she cannot be disciplined like her sister.

“Unicorn Booty! A booty so mythical and extraordinary that it’s only spoken of in legend?” Scotty asked. He had a smarmy expression, showing what he thought about his sister daring to apply the term to herself. He had a smirk on his face and joked about the way Janie had signed her original letter and even shaped the two O’s in “Booty” into a butt in her signature.

He hadn’t heard her original explanations, but he didn’t appear surprised or shocked in the least by her behavior. He didn’t seem to have a problem processing ANY of this – other than the fact she thought she had a unicorn booty.

She smiled that someone else got the reference, and nodded in agreement that that’s exactly what she’d meant.

“Then say, ‘Yes, Sir, that’s exactly what I meant!’” Scotty scorned her with a mocking tone, saying that she needed to start following discipline protocols.

“Yes, Sir, I meant I have a unicorn booty, so I want to be known as ‘Unicorn Booty’ instead of Janie Swift going forward, if it pleases you, Sir!” she answered him enthusiastically.

Scotty looked at his sister’s pert bare bottom appraisingly and said, “It’s tight enough to bounce a quarter on, but it’s no CoCo Austin.” He shook his head in disagreement.

CoCo Austin was apparently the wife of a rapper named Ice-T who had an infamous ass that was famous on Instagram. I only know this because I have a house full of teenagers all with cell phones.

I hadn’t seen the pictures of her myself. I’ve been told I have a really nice ass, but I definitely didn’t consider my own booty to be “legendary,” either. If anything, it’s a little big.

“You’re more of a Derpy,” Scotty informed his sister, as if offering her a consolation name she could use instead.

Janie frowned and remained naked, exactly as she was. She looked at me and said, “If you won’t let me do this, I’ll ask Master when he gets home, Ma’am.”

I wanted to say that her father and I were on the same wavelength about home discipline, but after all the awful mistakes I’d made, I was sure I probably wasn’t. I HOPED she meant her father – there seemed to be no shortage of men or boys that term may apply to now.

“The first thing you should know, if you want to learn to be submissive, is that you don’t go around making demands of your trainer!” I told her sternly.

“You don’t want to be my trainer, Ma’am,” Janie said, adding that she could find a trainer at school. “Master Jamal wants to train me there, and I could probably ask Mr. Goldman to discipline me if I wanted!”

“Huff, Huff, Hunnfff,” Mr. Goldman found himself suddenly out of breath at the casual nature of my daughter’s request for his discipline. “You ask now?” he said in his wry Jewish accent.

“He’s a slave himself to his sister, so that isn’t happening,” I informed them both.

“YOU are being disciplined for your misbehavior? Sir?” Janie asked him politely, but with an excited curiosity.

“I mean, it’s more of a chronic masturbating problem than misbehavior; but, when you put it that way, well, then yes,” Mr. Goldman agreed that is what was happening. “I mean, and you don’t have to call me ‘Sir.’ It’s nice, but you don’t have to. I’m thinking my sister wouldn’t like it.”

“In two weeks, when you want something new – like a puppy or a new hobby – then you’re going to be thankful I stopped you from committing to this,” I warned my youngest daughter, and re-focused the conversation on her. “If you committed to your father to take this course of training, it would likely last until you’re ready for college. He doesn’t take these things lightly.”

“Are you going to get a bunny for me if I ask for it, Ma’am?” Janie asked me – still standing as she was when I came in the house, and stark naked with the exception of collar and tail.

“Probably not,” I answered her honestly.

“Because I’m too irresponsible,” she nodded, and I agreed. She continued, “So why would you let me be in charge of my sister? I’m not like Donny and Scotty. They’re excellent authority figures, but I would make Fart Face BE a bunny for me, if I could.”

“I could totally picture her laying tiny little chocolate eggs around the back of the yard!” Scotty elbowed his brother as they visualized it with a smile.

“You are not her Mistress,” I reminded Janie, adding that, unlike her brothers, who I had only recently promoted to supervise Fart Face at school, she could tell her sister what to do but wasn’t going to be left in charge to supervise her. “Your brothers have boundaries, and they were supposed to write that up before they go to school tomorrow!” I reminded Donny and Scotty while they chuckled.

“We did,” Donny told me he texted over the final version that they worked on tonight. “I guess you didn’t get to read all of your messages. Where were you, anyway?”

“Yeah, where we were, anyway?” Mort smirked.

I felt like things were back on me again, and I wanted to change the topic to anything else – it was extremely uncomfortable to be questioned on this matter. I am a pretty terrible liar anyway, on top of feeling extremely guilty about it. The last thing I wanted to do was accidentally give away what I had been doing at Olive Garden by trying to make up a half-baked story.

“This is about YOU,” I reminded Janie quickly.

“I’m saying that I don’t deserve authority over my sister at all, and I would naturally abuse or misuse it. I’m begging you to teach me to be more like the two of you. Please, Ma’am?” Janie said.

My ears perked up and I asked what she meant by the two of us. What it appeared she was asking for was the same treatment her sister was getting. I may have been fishing for compliments, or just skeptical, but I wanted to know why she included me in that last sentence.

“I’m submissive to your father, but the methods and expectations he has of me are completely different than what works for you. I already told you that the methods I would have for you would be far different and customized to your individual needs,” I reminded her.

“I know that, but I already go to school, do homework and go to bed on time, and none of that has changed me, Ma’am. I want to be like the two of you more than ever!” she insisted.

I really didn’t understand what she was getting at.

I knew she looked up to her older sister, and had for years. She idol-worshipped her older sister even when Taylor had ignored or mocked her – which was pretty much all the time.

I knew Janie was also a good daughter who loved me. I still hadn’t even processed the things she said in her letter. I had no idea she had been shoplifting or doing these awful things. A part of me was hoping she had made that all up with her overactive imagination.

It was when she said she wanted to be like me that made me curious. I didn’t want to sound like I was fishing for compliments, but to be honest, that’s exactly what I was doing when I asked her to tell me how she wanted to be like us.

“Taylor is strong and sexy and vibrant and powerful, and yet she can bend and submit. She must get that from you, because she doesn’t get it from Dad. He can’t bend, and like you said, once you commit then he expects you to stay the course. I think if he was a tree, he would be a strong, majestic oak,” Janie explained.

I concurred – Tom was my shade in the summer and my strength.

“You two, on the other hand, would be weeping willows.” She explained that the willow tree will bend and never break. “The biggest storms can’t uproot the willow because it knows when to give instead of fight against the wind. I want to learn to submit and obey joyfully, but I know that I also need to learn what my sister is learning and the way she’s learning it. I need to lose my privileges and make sacrifices before I can ever appreciate them,” she said.

She sounded a lot like Tom when she spoke – in fact, I thought back to his many lectures to Taylor when this began, and it sounded very similar.

“You can ask him when he gets back, but I’ve made up my mind,” I informed her, declaring that the subject was closed as far as I was concerned. “You can’t handle being put through the paces that your sister goes through – not at the level that I’ve done things this past week.”

“You can’t handle making me do them,” Janie said, trying to bait me into saying that I could. She smiled devilishly, as if she knew she had made a good point.

My youngest only smiled devilishly when she was being mischievous, or at the end of a game of Monopoly when she owns Boardwalk and all the green properties and she’s about to finish you off.

“It’s late, and I am not repeating myself. I’m going to walk Mr. Goldman over to his house and wait for his sister, and when I get back I suggest you are out of this spreader bar and your sister is in hers,” I said.

I looked to my sons for support in getting their sister’s bed and furniture from the curb, and told them I would read their rules and make any changes in the morning.

“What will you do if I’m still here when you get back? Ma’am?” Janie offered in a devil-may-care fashion, asking, “Will you spank me?”

I didn’t want to take the bait – I really didn’t.

“If you train me and I learn my lesson, then we all win. If you train me and I don’t, then I’ll tell you that you were right and I was wrong and beg forgiveness. Everyone has already seen me naked, and I’m determined to get disciplined, even if I have to act out even harder to get the medicine that I need. So you may as well take charge and tell Dad you have the cure – we all win,” Janie smiled.

I had a feeling that with her winning good looks, charm and determination she was going to make an amazing salesperson one day.

I was still not going to buy what she was selling – not today. She may have convinced Donny and Scotty because they wanted to tease her like they did their sister. She may have even half-convinced me because when she said she wanted to be like me – I longed for her to tell me how many wonderful qualities I had and how she hoped she could be half the woman I was.

There was a knock at the door.

“Oi, is Morty there? I don’t mean to wake you, but I’ve come to pick up Sweet Cheeks and take him home.” It was clearly Rachel at the door. I opened it slightly and naturally she walked right in with her son behind her.

“Oh, look the little blonde one is doing it too!” she observed, as she put her hand directly over her son’s face and didn’t let him look at all. “You have such lovely daughters! I am so impressed!” she congratulated me, and offered me a high-five with a broad smile on her face.

I smiled at her – not knowing exactly what I was doing that was so worthy of congratulations – and raised my open palm to return the high five.

“I see Morty is over here being a pain the tuchus?” She moved over to him and took him by the arm. “I’ve maxed out two of your credit cards, but just wait until you see the lovely things I bought!” The chesty vixen smirked at her brother. “I can really get into this mistress thing! Solly was a huge help to me tonight carrying packages and trying on pretty dresses. I hope Morty behaved for you?”

“He was a huge help tonight,” I smiled back at her.

“I was hoping I could stay and watch.” Morty asked his sister sheepishly if he could watch us milk the guys before bed.

“The story of your life,” Rachel smiled and continued, “hoping to stay and watch other people have fun.” She grabbed him through his pants by the balls and twisted with one hand. “You should have a bigger schmeckel so that I’d have something to hold on to,” she said as she led him towards the door. “You can come play with your wicked neighbor tomorrow – that is, if Muriel will let you after you tell your wife that you answer to her and me now.”

“I always answered to my wife before, Ma’am,” Mort said as she pulled him towards the door.

“Not like this, you didn’t,” Rachel said, promising him a whole new level of cuckoldry at the hands of her and his wife. “You won’t be free to beat off to strangers without permission, either,” she promised.

“Just to be clear,” Mort delivered the line like Woody Allen, “I can beat off to strangers WITH permission, though?” as he was hustled out the door.

Rachel popped her head back in the doorway a moment later. “I just want to thank you,” she said.

“For what?” I asked with curiosity.

She reminded me of Rachel Ray the way she winked and held her hand up as if I was being so modest. “I want to thank you for everything! Opening my eyes to what was going on! And showing me how to get a handle on things”

The expression on her face indicated she was squeezing both Sol and Mort’s cocks while they stood on my patio outside.

I told her that she had taken everything in hand herself and laid down the law.

“I used to think BDSM was just whips and chains and little sex games. I made Solly take me to the bookstore and I picked up She’s the Boss and a dominatrix manual. I think not only have I discovered a potential new career as a professional, but I’m learning there is so much more to control and influence. I put a few ads on backpage.com tonight with Solly’s help, and I’ve already got bookings! I wouldn’t have thought about using my natural bossiness to my advantage if I hadn’t seen how much of a difference it made in your daughters’ lives. Thank you again!” She smiled as she shut the door.

I didn’t think I was “bossy” at all, although I could see how it came across that way when I was in charge. I was certainly being ‘bossy’ right now.

“Fine,” I finally said after a long pause as I stared at my naked daughter. “If this is what you want, and you think you can benefit from it. You are definitely headstrong like your sister,” I said as I silently decided they both probably get a lot of that from me.

There was a loud cheer from her and her brothers before I laid out my conditions for her.

“You will beg your father to train you when he gets home, and I’m only going to support whatever he says. If he says this was a mistake, then it ends immediately and I don’t want to hear another word about it,” I said, making my first condition clear. Then I waited for her to acknowledge that she understood.

“You’ll sleep out here just like your sister, and if remorse starts to set in about a single stuffed animal or item on the lawn, I want you to tell me in the morning. If you don’t, then I’m going to feed the two of you and drop you off just like I drop her off.” I waited for another acknowledgement.

I made it clear that she had ONE chance to tell me she wasn’t cut out for this in the morning’ Afterwards, she would spend the rest of the time until her father got home in discipline and discuss it with him then.

“I’m not going to go back and forth on this with you – you will make up your mind and stick with it or not,” I put my foot down.

Janie’s blue eyes twinkled and she smiled and agreed excitedly, with no conditions or hesitation.

A week ago she may have not understood any of this but now that she had seen her sister’s training – she wanted to do it too. That shouldn’t have been surprising to me because she had always wanted to do the things her older siblings did. It was surprising though – because I thought Taylor’s service was embarrassing and unpleasant enough it would never have any appeal to Janie.

I wasn’t convinced she really understood what she was asking to do and was trying to get attention or a rise out of me.

“You will not answer to Jamal at school either. I will give you specific and clear instructions and you will take pictures with your cell phone through out the day to demonstrate you did as you were told. You will approximate whatever rules your sister has, and when you go to high school next year, if you are still doing this, you will answer to your brother.”

I thought perhaps this would dissuade her but with a cross-eyed goofy smile she agreed whole heartedly. She was such a natural beauty but so naïve – I wondered if I could trust sending her to school. I feared some devious boy or even a teacher may take advantage of her situation.

Donny would be graduating this year, so it would just be Scotty in charge of both of these girls at school next year if she continued. I also wondered if HE could handle the two of them, but that was so far away that I decided to focus on the more immediate concerns I was having.

I made Janie agree that she wouldn’t accept or seek out any other authority besides mine, her father’s and anyone I put in charge of her. “Your brothers are going to be in charge at home and at school in a LIMITED fashion. I will be going over that with you, and if they don’t hold up their end of things I want you to tell me. I can limit their authority even further. Is that understood?” I asked.

She smiled and agreed and asked “I still do what my teacher’s tell me, Ma’am?”. Donny and Scotty agreed as well, without being asked.

“You do what your teachers tell you because I told you the extent of their authority – which begins and ends with academic responsibilities only. If one of them wants to do anything dirty with you – that is where the line is drawn!”

She looked at me as if she was confused – it occurred to me that she never envisioned a teacher wanting to do anything dirty with her in the first place.

“I am just saying – in case they do!” I assured her there were men who would certainly prey on her if she let them and left it at that.

I had worried when Taylor’s training began last week my kids couldn’t process or even understand domestic discipline and may be overexposed to nudity and concepts that were far too mature in nature. The only one who seemed to be shocked or hesitant at Janie’s request though was me.

Taylor had stepped up to defend her little sister, but now she quietly waited in a sullen state on the floor, after she realized she had overstepped her bounds with me. I was clearly in control and the fact that no one was questioning that kind of surprised me as well. If they only knew how unsure of what I was doing and that I was flying by the seat of my pants they probably wouldn’t have all looked so sure I had made the right decision.

As it was – my sons stood there backing me up and staring down their naked sister. I was surprised they weren’t chuckling and making evil plots but the fact that the two of them were somber and serious gave me some confidence that I had reacted appropriately and set the right tone.

I wasn’t going to be able to get Janie to just abandon this fantasy of hers tonight. She would try again when Tom came home or at school with Jamal or some other boy. I decided that I would give her the one night to see it wasn’t all peaches and cream and hopefully work this out of her system before Tom came home.

“You’ll be sore in the morning, and you are not wearing that ring pop around the house. I’m going to get you a proper plug to learn to love and serve, and it’s not going to hang out like a tail,” I assured her.

She looked dejected at that, and asked if it would be possible just for Halloween to wear a tail to school.

“I don’t know how you’d plan to do that, and I’m not sure I want to know, but it won’t be a ring pop. You can, however, suck on it tonight while you stand here in the living room next to your sister,” I said.

She nearly cried with a prideful look on her face that she was going to get what she wanted. I was surprised, and felt that once she did it for a while, she’d hopefully realize it was a lot harder and far less glamorous than it appeared to her.

“Lastly, you are going to go by ‘Muffins’ or ‘Derpy’ around the house,” I informed her. I was not going to give her the satisfaction of picking out a name like ‘Unicorn Booty.’

She crossed her eyes and made a silly face. “I love it – thank you, Mistress!”

“You may not be so thankful in the morning,” I marched upstairs to assess what had happened in my toy room and told the boys to set their sisters up in the living room for the night. I didn’t even look at Taylor except in passing. She was sulking still on all fours when I left the living room.

I wouldn’t normally trust the boys to feed and walk the dog without double-checking to see if they’d brought the little blue bags or just left the dog shit on someone’s lawn, and here I was delegating the care and handling of my two daughters to them.

It was clear that Janie had gone straight to my toy chest, and that I had left it completely unlocked. It was definitely my fault she had gotten into it. She had clearly moved toys around. She had also seen the vast collection of whips, cuffs and French ticklers – some that I hadn’t even shown to Taylor the night I kept her in my room because they were so vulgar or realistic-looking.

I wondered thatshe had known about the toy chest and whether she had been in it before. I decided not to give it too much thought as I selected a butt-plug for her. I still hadn’t found Ignotus, the starter plug from the three-plug set I had used on her sister when this first began. I would probably be in a lot of trouble for losing that when Tom got back, but that was one of the smallest of my many infractions.

I selected a cute black silicone beginner butt-plug that was thin with a large ring on the end. It was much smaller than Ignotus had been, but it was fairly long. ‘His name is Gary,’ I smiled. I hadn’t used Gary in ages because I had long since progressed to much more advanced plugs, but he would do quite nicely.

I sauntered down the stairs with the plug in hand after securing the toy cabinet. I would need to meticulously go through it later before Tom got home or he would definitely spank me. As much as I missed him, I was thinking I may just leave a couple out of place intentionally, but Tom is savvy enough to know when I’ve done things like that on purpose.

He may still love me enough not to care – and do it anyway.

Once I got near the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that Donny and Scotty had not only secured their naked sisters in spreader bars, standing up, but they had them closely facing one another.

In the past, I had secured Taylor so that she was facing the front door, and anyone who walked in would get an eyeful of her bald pussy and bare tits.

Scotty and Donny had turned their sisters sideways in front of the couch, so that they were facing nipple-to-nipple, and had placed the candy from the ring pop in Taylor and Janie’s mouths. Janie is a full head shorter than her sister and had to look up into her sister’s face.

The two of them were bound so that their hands were tied behind their backs. I had brought down a liberal amount of rope, cuffs, and bindings from the toy box over the week, so there had been no shortage of cord the boys could use to tie their sisters.

I inspected the knots to make sure they weren’t too loose or too tight. “Your father can show you better than I can, but keep this kind of cord loose enough that you can work two fingers between it and your sister’s skin.” I demonstrated by showing them I could fit two fingers between Janie’s cord and her wrists. “The goal is to restrain, not to cut off circulation. We have the air conditioning kicking on, but if she struggles and starts to sweat then this kind of cord has a tendency to shrink.”

I stopped talking before they could ask how I knew that – from firsthand experience.

I wanted to say something about how this position face to face – titty to titty was a lot more than I’d instructed them to do – but given that the girls actually looked to be uncomfortable and struggled slightly, I smiled and told Donny and Scotty they did a fantastic job. “This was just what I wanted, thank you both.”

My sons beamed with pride and chuckled at one another over their handiwork.

“I don’t have to hear Muffins tell me how she wanted a pink or purple plug with rainbows, with that ring pop stuffed in her mouth.” I licked the black plug, since their mouths were already full of the inch and a half long candy -forcing them to be almost touching lips.

“I want to introduce you to Gary. You’ll be spending a lot of time with him, and he’ll get to know your most intimate of places better than you do. I need you to relax your asshole muscles! You’re presenting your ass and sticking it out, but your muscles are tight, Janie… err, Muffins!”

I thought it would be difficult, but I introduced her to Gary with a single push and a twist in between her tight ass-cheeks. The difficult part was realizing this was my youngest daughter’s pink asshole that I had just probed, and that she grinned around the ring pop in her mouth when I did it!

I saw her eyes widen at how hard I had secured it, in but she didn’t cry out or mumble – the look on her face was delight. It wasn’t the kind from sexual pleasure, it was definitely pride that she did it.

Her brothers giggled and she started to look a little embarrassed. Her tight muscular ass jiggled slightly after I seated Gary in place for the night, but she didn’t waver from her position or slump. I was actually proud of how well she took it.

I slapped her hard butt once, just to give her a little endorphin release. I didn’t tell her that’s why I did it. My intention was that if there was pain or discomfort, her body would signal endorphins in her ass cheeks and warm up her ass and actually make it easier for her.

I pretended it was just to be strict.

I thought she’d pitch a fit or whine – I think I might have preferred it if she had whined and cried so that I could tell her she was simply not ready to submit this way and make her stop. She wasn’t giving me any reason to do that.

I reached between her legs and felt her pussy hair – what little there was of it.

“You will be losing this. It makes it easier to see your pussy for inspection and to whip it. You will also look like the little girl you are. Tomorrow night I expect you to be shaved completely hairless there if you expect to continue serving,” I warned her, and told her things were going to get rough.

“I would tell you to wear your big-girl panties, but you aren’t going to be wearing panties.” I chuckled and told her not just on Fridays, but every day going forward. “If I find out from any of your friends about your flip-up game, I’ll make sure to invite them over to see you in person. You’ll play flip-up every day, and you’ll give whoever wants to look a nice long look and thank them. There will be no tricks, no practical jokes and definitely no janitors losing their jobs. We’re going to find those homeless people as well. I’ve a plan for you to pay them back the money you took from their daddy with your temptations.”

Janie nodded and mumbled something into the gag.

“Your sister is so much better at talking with something stuffed in her mouth.” I smacked Taylor on the ass and told her to tell me what she was.

“I am Fart Face, the house pet, Ma’am,” she said with almost perfect clarity while holding the candy jewel in her mouth. A small trace of drool went down her chin.

“What were you before that?” I asked her with another swat to the ass from my hand.

“Your daughter, Ma’am,” Taylor answered, and when I gave her another swat realized I wanted her to be far more explicit. “Taylor, the lying, conniving bitch, Ma’am.”

“That’s better,” I ran my hand across Taylor’s ass and warmed it up as I prepared for another smack. “You taught your little sister to be a cunt like you, and now you two are sleeping cunt to cunt.” I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh, but it was already out when I said it. “You mind sharing your lessons with her, since you’re responsible for her behavior?”

Taylor wasn’t solely responsible, and I still wasn’t convinced Janie was really deserving of this level of discipline.

Her brothers, on the other hand, embraced it fully, and Scotty smacked Janie on the ass when she giggled.

“You’ll get your turn, Muffins,” he said, then told her to be quiet. His slap against her bare bottom was like hitting solid rock. I would come to find out the girl had a very muscular ass. I turned my attention to Janie.

“You understand not a stitch of clothing in the house from now on without permission?” I asked her as I slapped her ass. My hand stung slightly, but I didn’t let it bother me as I waited for her to mumble agreement before continuing.

“I’ll be getting you a proper collar,” I promised as I tugged the homemade one around her neck. “I’ve got a proper sewing room in Fart Face’s old bedroom. I’ll wait for your father to decide what to do with your room!”

I knew that may bother her.

Donny and Scotty seemed in favor of a boy’s gaming room. I smiled – that may just be what Janie’s old room became.

“Do you know what the collar will say?” I asked Janie rhetorically.

“’The pet in this collar belongs to the Swift Family – Devoted and Obedient. If lost, return to Tom Swift,’ Ma’am?” she mumbled much more coherently around the candy, as slobber began to collect on the edges of her mouth and drip down her chin. She was mumbling and nervous to be put on the spot, but I could make out every word she said.

I was impressed – I didn’t realize she’d memorized what the collar her sister wore said.

“You look tired, and I think you may cry.” I could see that she was starting to get choked up and her face was turning red as she recited the words on the collar. I told her she could sleep on the couch until morning and work up to this, if it was going to be too hard.

“You toldfff mee I would not get a choiffss until morning, Ma’am,” Janie said mumbling as the drool started to drip down the sides of her mouth, adding that she wouldn’t make her choice until then and that she was not giving up easily. She let the tears roll down her cheek.

It was hard for me not to wipe them off.

She is my youngest, after all.

Tom once told me the hardest part about being a Dominant is keeping a straight face. I thought he meant at the time that he may just laugh. I was realizing now that he probably meant there were times he had to be downright cruel to me and he may have wanted to show a little empathy.

I remained stone-faced and impassive as I regarded the two naked girls standing chest-to-chest in the living room.

“Muffins reminds me of those women on that TV Show ‘Naked and Afraid,’” Donny observed. I was only passingly familiar with the TV show, but apparently they drop off a man and a woman naked in the woods for 21 days and film them trying to survive. It’s sensational and from what I gather the ONLY viable programming that network has to offer.

“Yeah, because she’s naked and afraid!” Scotty agreed.

“Well, that’s obvious,” Donny said, then explained that he meant, “In the start they seem committed to this and then they have to learn to work with their partner and become a team, and their personalities, the elements, the hardships all start to get in the way, and by the end they give up. I give this less than a week!”

I saw Janie’s eyes flash angrily, but she offered no response to her brothers and let them talk about her as if she wasn’t present, while they just gawked at her.

“I think Muffins will make it to morning, but I’m glad we tied their hands behind their backs. I could picture the two of them playing with themselves all night until they pass out like that, with nothing else to do,” Scotty observed, as if he were talking about two pet ferrets that had been locked up for the night.

“Great,” Donny smirked “we tied them up and NOW you remind me we didn’t fill up the milk carton. How are we going to go to sleep with massive boners after seeing all this?” he asked.

“Guys, I’m right here,” I said to remind the two of them about how graphic they were becoming.

“Gross! No thanks, Mom,” Scotty said, and made a face of disgust; Donny did as well.

“I didn’t mean I would whack you two off,” I said with an exasperated grin that they would think that. I had to laugh that things had come to this, that it would even seem like a possibility, and rolled my eyes at them.

I clarified that I meant I was right here, and they should probably not discuss beating off all night in front of me.

“Why not? You saw us doing it and drank the milk,” Donny said without any sense of shyness on the topic.

A few weeks earlier he would have just died of embarrassment if he knew I picked up and washed the cum-socks he jerked off into and put them back where I found them in his room.

“Yes, but we have an understanding that we don’t really need to discuss it, don’t we? I mean, when your father gets home especially, this is something that I don’t know his feelings about,” I explained.

“Dad doesn’t know you let us do this?” Donny laughed, and said he wouldn’t want to be me.

“Your father knows I drink the milk and he knows Taylor does too. He also knows what I was putting in it before, but he didn’t know the two of you were contributing. Semen is semen,” I said, explaining that that their father is a firm believer in ‘waste not, want not’.

“I don’t know if that applies to another man’s spunk,” Scotty joked, and Donny chuckled with his brother like two mischievous magpies.

“The two of you don’t HAVE to contribute,” I reminded them, saying that no one was making them. “If you want to beat off tonight in the milk carton, then that’s your prerogative,” I suggested – while remembering I had a deposit of my own to make. It had been quite some time since Olive Garden, and it would be fairly well dried now, but I’d be squatting over the carton alone when no one was around.

“Can we untie them so they can help us?” Scotty asked politely, as if they were special toys I had put on a shelf.

I saw a nervous look emerge on Janie’s face. I wondered if one way to get her to stop this outrageousness would be to call her bluff, and so I asked her what was the matter. “You do realize that you’ll be milking them if they want, don’t you, Muffins?” I asked coyly.

“If I do that and stuff will they be technically be my first time? Ma’am?” Janie asked naively, while holding the gag in her mouth with her sister.

“You have to be explicit from now on,” I reminded her, explaining that she wasn’t to use terms like ‘poopy,’ ‘cooties,’ or euphemisms like ‘do that.’ I told her to just say what it was she was going to do – and be explicit. “If you hide your vulgar tasks by sugarcoating them with euphemisms, they won’t seem as real to you. This is your only warning on the matter before I begin corrective measures,” I told her.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said around the ring pop.

“Also, you don’t have to say ‘and stuff,’” Donny lectured his sister.

She couldn’t turn her head to the side to regard him, but she seemed confused.

“You said ‘if I do that and stuff,’” he told her, elaborating that saying “and stuff” wasn’t necessary. “You want to be educated and disciplined. You will learn to speak properly as well,” Donny promised.

“Thank you, Sir. That’s very thoughtful of you – but you didn’t answer my question. If I jack the two of you off into the milk carton, does that count as my first time having sex, Sir?” she asked much more confidentially.

“No, it does not. In fact, you are going to be far less likely to have a first time having sex while you are in this house under discipline,” I explained. “It may seem that with plugs and fingers going in and out of your little ass that you’re being trained to be a slut, but you will have sex only with whomever your father gives you permission to have sex with – and I don’t think that will be coming any time soon. You are being controlled. Your body is not YOURS to give out any longer. Are you aware of that?” I asked.

“Actually, that takes a lot of pressure off me, Ma’am,” Janie replied, seeming relieved. “Almost every day someone at the bus stop or school asks to have sex with me or be my boyfriend, and I’ve wondered when I’m supposed to do it. Have sex, I mean,” she corrected herself to be more explicit before saying, “I wondered when I was supposed to let them fuck me. I guess now I know that I can’t. That takes all the wondering out of it for me,” she said.

I knew girls her age were experimenting with sex, and some of them even became pregnant. I told myself that if this actually results in her being less promiscuous than she would have otherwise been, it may even be a blessing in disguise. “Let’s see how you feel about it when you’re Fart Face’s age.” I regarded my older daughter for the first time, and told her she wasn’t playing with anyone either, without permission.

“That date of yours with Brandon Friday night is going to be quite tame by high school standards. He would likely get a lot more action with a girl who has no rules,” I reminded her.

“Yesfff Ma’ammffthh,” Taylor agreed with me, as slobber built up on her chin. Despite the week of practice she had speaking gagged she was finding it difficult to be clear because she had to look down at her younger sister while holding the candy in her mouth.

It didn’t help that Janie kept crossing her eyes and trying to make her sister giggle while she talked. Taylor remained stoically impassive but I could tell this would be a challenge to them both, if it continued this way.

“You look pathetic.” I chuckled at the lines of spittle forming down her chin and dripping down their chests. “Try to get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow.” I told my kids goodnight and locked Sandor in his crate. “If you boys are going to be Masters – I don’t care if you make your sisters do it, but I want you to make sure Sandor is walked, crated and fed when he’s supposed to be. I no longer want to be responsible for that.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Scotty answered me respectfully.

That was interesting – no snark or back talk from him. It seemed making him part of the ‘administration’ and giving him a little authority had the added benefit of giving him a reason to take ownership of his responsibilities without complaining.

“I’m going to fix myself a little snack. Do you two want the milk carton before bed?” I asked my sons.

“No, uh… I think we’re good,” Donny shrugged.

“I do your laundry, so I’ll know if you’re wasting it,” I teased him.

“Yeah, we want the milk carton,” Donny smiled.

I pointed at the kitchen with a smile and told him, “You can do it out here while looking at your sisters if you want to, but make sure you turn out the light and don’t keep them up all night.”

I went upstairs and left them alone.

I sat in bed and after undressing began reading the texts from my husband, and I started to play with myself. I was still wet, and while the cum had dried inside of me, I enjoyed tasting myself. I licked my fingers until I felt I had consumed all the cum that had been deposited in me. I told myself that was the best compromise anyway: I wasn’t wasting the cum, but neither was I making the girls drink strange guys’ dick-juice without their knowledge.

I began to think about different fantasies – ones that usually satisfied me. I found it difficult to remember Tom’s face as I did. Sometimes I saw Mr. Hogarth from the high school, or one of the men from tonight – even Mr. Goldman – in his place. There’s a handsome neighbor who lives on the other side of our house who looks a lot like Don Johnson named Van Pewterschmidt, and he ate my ass all night long, for about an hour before I woke up and realized I’d been dreaming and cumming at the same time.

I felt really horny, but also really guilty for not fantasizing about Tom.

I decided to stop thinking dirty thoughts and instead read the rules that my sons had sent me for Taylor to abide by at school.

STANDARD PROCEDURES FOR SUPERVISING OUR SISTER IN PUBLIC:

Pursuant to the domestic discipline prescribed for our sister, we the undersigned have agreed to the following responsibilities and duties, and in exchange will have the ability to take liberties that will make our lives easier as compensation for any study or social activity time that we may have to sacrifice for this endeavor.

I could recognize Donny’s very legalistic style in the document, but also it had clearly been something the boys had done together. The two of them must have worked collaboratively on it all night long. I would have half-expected to see some Star Trek or sci-fi reference in the contract.

PRIME DIRECTIVE:

Well, there it was – the Prime Directive was definitely from Star Trek. I wasn’t a huge sci-fi nerd, but even I recognized the primary mission of Star Fleet in the next section of Donny and Scotty’s proposed rules.

The Prime Directive is to return our bitch of a sister, Taylor Swift, through the application of very rigid disciplinary instruction and corrective measures, into a thoughtful, considerate person who appreciates her family and the privileges of her liberty.

Force will be used to direct this education through the application of rules while she is in the persona of Fart Face. Fart Face is a house pet with limited privacy and freedom, and no authority over herself or others. She is on permanent restrictions and must be supervised.

The prime directive instructs us to administer discipline while considering the safety of our sister and her ability to learn from the lessons she is being taught in order to improve herself.

We must never feel sympathy or indulge her, because her natural desire to manipulate will corrupt our intentions, and to that end we must not refer to her as Taylor any longer – we must see her as Fart Face the House Pet.

This section went on for a lot longer and talked about conditions and code-red protocols. I found it to be very thorough, but almost amusing in how meticulous it was.

Tom would have been quite proud of how detailed the boys had made this plan, as he is a project manager who works every day with contingency plans and project charters.

I started to fall asleep as I read through the sections. I was exhausted. There were sections that included inspections and set times Taylor had to shit and piss. There were sections about her diet and how long she had to eat. They would be making sure she got to class on time, brought her books, did her homework, dressed according to the discipline plan, and spoke and walked as she should.

It was quite thorough and comprehensive. I was actually proud of them that they wrote it. I could tell they had fun writing it, and that may be why some sections were far more detailed than others. In the section on bathroom use, they had the detail level that a Home Owners’ Association would go into in their manual on how your lawn has to be trimmed; while other sections were quite brief.

There was a lot of detail about taking charge of her dating life because she’d been such a bitch to boys in the past. They would be defining the criteria for who she could date and when she could go on dates. I wasn’t sure their father would be okay with that, but it seemed they expected they would be screening them and setting up these arrangements, from what I read. It looked like they would also be getting paid by these boys to go on dates with Taylor – I wasn’t sure that would fly, but I had to give them credit for asking.

The only section I really had trouble with was during Gym class. There was a caveat that the class was barbaric and pointless – which I knew were Donny’s words. They apparently expected Taylor to purposely get in trouble when taking attendance and go outside to pick up cigarette butts.

They attempted to make a pun about how she would be raising and wiggling her butt while she picked up butts.

I didn’t want her intentionally getting in trouble, especially considering how she would be dressed. It was, after all, Halloween coming up soon, and they could get away with a lot of daring things. But I didn’t want any strange phone calls from the school, especially before Tom came home.

If I could just get through a few more days in charge by myself, he should be home this weekend! I smiled as I drifted off to sleep with one finger in my pussy.