CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 13^th (Thursday).

Joanne has just awoken late from a long night.

I don’t normally sleep in – in fact, I can’t remember ever having overslept on a school day.

Today was the first time. My alarm was going off on my cell phone, but it definitely wasn’t waking me up. It was a Katy Perry song that Janie had chosen for me a long time ago. I had to remember to call her “Muffins” this morning, and to put on my stern face.

I rushed to throw on my smock and get downstairs to check on breakfast for the kids. I expected to see Janie in tears because I hadn’t come out to untie her yet. I was tempted to make her stay like that through breakfast just to prove a point.

The old “I caught you smoking – now smoke an entire carton” parenting strategy.

I was usually up early so I could have breakfast ready for everyone and send them off to school happy. I started to fret as I adjusted myself because it worried me that I might come across as a hypocrite if it looked like I was shrugging off my own responsibilities, now that I had some authority, when I was trying to impress into the boys the exact opposite.

When I got downstairs I was shocked to see that the girls were gone. I half-expected them to have found a way to shrug off their bindings and gone to lay down.

It wasn’t until I approached the kitchen to start breakfast that I heard the kids talking and joking.

“Stop giggling and farting, Muffins!” Donny admonished his little sister for not taking this discipline seriously. I almost intervened right then but I was strangely curious how he would handle being in charge. I could always walk in if the girls continued to giggle and take over but I wanted to give Donny a chance to step up and take charge.

“I can’t help it, Sir!” Janie laughed. “When I hold my butt-cheeks apart like this it makes me fart.” She was whining, but amused.

I crept closer and squatted down so that I could peak through the kitchen door.

“You will call it an ass, and if you don’t stop farting, then we’re going to discipline you,” Scotty warned her.

Janie didn’t seem concerned about being punished. She was almost blithely unaware of how painful some of this may be. “I can’t block a fart. It’s natural, sir!” she offered as her only excuse.

“How are you even able to fart with the butt-plug in?” Donny seemed confused.

“His name is Gary, Sir!” Janie sounded stuck-up in the way that she corrected her brother, but she quickly changed her tone and explained that he was very small. “I fart around it, I guess, Sir.” She shrugged with confusion.

She sounded very disappointed with Gary. I was actually quite surprised that it didn’t bother or at least humiliate her. She had never had a problem joking about farting around her brothers, but she hadn’t been a show-off with her body before, and the way she was standing naked and bent over slightly, she was fully exposed while they sat at the table.

“So, you want a bigger one?” Donny asked.

“I just want a more colorful one with a cool name like Strawberry Shortcakes! Sir!” Janie answered enthusiastically.

“Maybe with a Unicorn horn stick out your rectum?” Scotty asked sarcastically.

“Ooh, do they make those, Sir?” Janie failed to get his sarcasm – she loved all things unicorn.

“Well, try to be more like Fart Face and ask permission before you fart,” Scotty reminded her. I could see a triumphant look on Taylor’s face when she was being held up as a role model to her sister.

The two of them had long been rivals, but now it seemed like they were in the same boat together. Janie may have worshipped her sister but she had also always been in competition with her when she was rebuffed. Now it seemed they were finally seeing things from the same side. I wondered how long this may last before the two of them were back to bickering or competing.

Janie was having a difficult time talking because the boys had made her and her sister stand bent over, face to face in the punishment position, holding their ass cheeks apart. It looked like they’d poured some of the almond milk in her mouth and made her hold an uncooked hot dog in her mouth.

“Stop sword fighting, Fart Face, with your hot dog as well!” Donny demanded.

“You told us to touch hot dogs, Sir!” Janie offered another excuse. The tone of her voice raised at the end as if she were whining, but she seemed to be amused by their concerns.

“We told you to touch them,” Scotty reminded her, explaining that didn’t mean to joust back and forth and smack each other in the face with them.

“When Mom gets down here, are you going to agree to let us discipline you?” Donny asked her.

I was excited to let them continue to talk. I felt a little guilty eavesdropping, but it may reveal some things about their feelings before I made my entrance.

“I haven’t changed my behavior since last night or my mind, Sir.” Janie was a little more serious now.

“So you don’t mind standing like this during breakfast, because you’re going to be doing it a lot – A LOT!” Scotty repeated.

“I don’t mind, Sir,” Janie answered with a smile. “It is kind of freeing. Just giving up all your clothes — besides, I’ve seen your twigs and berries before. You’ve never seen mine,” she reminded them, pointing out that when they jerked off in front of her, she had her clothes on.

“You’re supposed to call it a dick and balls, not twigs and berries. Who talks like that?” Scotty chuckled at his sister’s choice of words.

“Sorry, Sir, I’ve seen your dick and balls, and my sister’s tits and pussy, so what’s so different about mine?” she answered him with more of a rhetorical question. She wasn’t sounding very submissive, but that wasn’t surprising, considering she was so new to speech protocol.

I made a mental note to think about whether I really wanted to make her talk like a sailor. Taylor already did so; making it apply those terms to herself had made sense. But I wasn’t so sure I wanted my naïve and more innocent daughter to be overexposed to that language and adopt it.

“I’m actually looking forward to milking you both,” she smiled while trying to hold the milk she did have in her mouth. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to hold a cock while it spurts juice all over. If it feels like holding a rocket, and can I spray it around.”

“Well, you could have come to us a long time ago, if you wondered,” Scotty said “We’re experts on what that’s like.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Not that we’re expert masturbators. I mean, we are, but anyway... Yeah, you’re going to basically only drink almond milk going forward.”

“I’m pretty sure Mistress will still let me have soda or Kool-Aid sometimes,” Janie pouted.

I smiled evilly – maybe I could use that to my advantage. I could point out that she’d be giving up her juice boxes and candy and then she wouldn’t want to do this anymore. I was already picturing how I’d pretend to be unsure if I was going to let her out of this discipline while she begged, once she realized this was serious.

“Actually, I guess that’s for the best. Do we get to drink out of a dog dish? Or mostly you’re going to just pour it in our mouths like this?” Janie asked casually.

“I kind of like pouring it in your mouth,” Donny answered her seriously. “You need to stop giggling and shaking or you’re going to get the milk all down your tits before Mom gets up! You need to be more like your sister.”

I couldn’t see Taylor’s face, but she was extremely quiet.

“Thank you, Sir.” I heard Taylor thank Donny for the compliment.

“Shut up, Fart Face!” Donny said curtly, and Scotty chuckled.

“Yes, Sir, sorry for speaking out of turn, Sir,” Taylor answered him politely. She’d have ripped his head off for far less before the discipline began.

“You need to learn when we are talking ABOUT you and talking TO you, girls!” Donny reminded his sister that this was in his standard procedures manual. “Did you two even read it?” he asked.

There was silence.

“That’s an example of us talking to you!” Donny reminded the two of them with a start, and told them he expected an honest ‘Yes, Sir’ or a ‘No, Sir.’

“Yes, Sir!” the girls both answered in relative unison.

“I’m not sure they can be trusted to tell us the truth, and their reluctance to answer makes me think they need their butts warmed up before breakfast,” Scotty reminded his brother.

“I’m hesitant to discipline them before Mom gets up. She hasn’t formally agreed to the transfer of authority in the rules. It isn’t like her to get up late,” Donny said, overruling his brother’s suggested punishments.

“She has a lot on her shoulders without Dad here,” Scotty said. “I owe Muffins here one for spiking our milk with almond milk!” he chuckled, and I heard his sister giggle too. “You think it’s funny that we drank that milk?”

“I was trying to help you. It’s supposed to calm you and make you more placid, Sir. I can’t help but laugh, though, when you call me ‘Muffins.’ It’s so funny. Sorry, Sir.” Janie clearly had no fear of the punishment she’d been threatened with.

“Would you rather we call you ‘Derpy’?” Scotty asked her.

She spit some of her milk out and started giggling.

“Oh god, giggle fits.” Donny and Scotty both sounded like they were rolling their eyes. Janie had been prone to giggle fits when she started laughing at her own jokes since she was little, and they could last as long as five minutes. They were initially infectious, where everyone would start laughing along with her, but eventually she was the only one still laughing at the joke. Her face would get red and she would almost choke herself as she continued to giggle.

“Yeah, and she spit the milk all over her sister’s face! I should make you lick that off!” Scotty demanded.

“Waste not, want not,” Donny repeated something he heard Tom and I say frequently.

“Really, Sir?” Muffins was still giggling hysterically.

“Yes, right now! Take the hot dog out of your mouth and lick your sister’s face clean! That was your milk you spilled!” Donny said.

“You said Mom hasn’t put you in charge, so are you sure you can make me, Sir?” Janie was still huffing and trying to stop herself from giggling. Most of her giggle fits only lasted a minute or less, while some of the more epic ones had gone as long as eight minutes.

I couldn’t see, but it sounded like Janie did what she was told and leaned forward to lick the milk off her sister’s face. She said “Gross!” but the tone of her voice was excited and enthusiastic.

“You can maintain the punishment position while you lick,” Donny reminded her.

“We should run through the standard submission positions with them after this,” Scotty suggested. I had almost forgotten that Tom had taught Taylor eight of the basic disciplinary positions he had taught me when we first were married. It seemed so long ago last Sunday when he did that – I’d forgotten to use and reinforce those positions.

“Do you think Mom will mind if we make them do their positions?” Donny asked his brother.

“I mean…” Scotty was thinking about it. “I think the rule was we could demand Fart Face stand in a particular position if we had a reason to do so, before Dad left, anyway.” He agreed that they had the authority.

“Yeah, but so much has changed. It’s really hard to keep up with the rules.” Donny admonished his sister to put more effort into cleaning Taylor and told her, “More licking and less giggling.”

I couldn’t see it, but I assumed Janie was cracking herself up while she did her chore. They had never, as far as I knew, shared as much as a hug; so the fact that they had been tied up chest-to-chest all night meant they had more physical contact with one another in one night than the entire rest of their lives up to this point.

The fact that they were now expected to lick one another was definitely provocative. I decided not to intervene, though – if the girls weren’t going to protest, then neither was I.

“Mom put us in charge of Fart Face as a babysitter and at school yesterday,” Scotty reminded his brother rhetorically. “How does Muffins even get through the day at school without direct supervision and follow the rules we laid out for public behavior?” he asked.

“When we wrote them, I didn’t know she’d be following them. But you’re right. She can’t be trusted to follow the rules!” Donny said.

“That’s not fair, Sir! I am following the rules now!” I heard Janie remark.

“You’re following the rules while we’re watching you. You shoplift, you pull pranks, you don’t follow rules when no one is there to keep you in line,” Donny reminded her.

“You have a point, Sir,” Janie answered her older brother, with a tone that suggested she thought that was a fair observation.

“You could remain homeschooled,” Scotty suggested casually. It was curious how flippant he was about deciding his sister’s fate and how comfortable he was with her decision to serve this way. He seemed to take it all in stride or perhaps he knew she would give up after a little while and was just teasing her.

“Mom already has enough on her plate around here,” Donny said, dismissing the idea because educating Janie at home was too much for me. I smiled that he was being so thoughtful.

“I should probably write an addendum to the rules for public behavior when unsupervised,” Donny offered as a suggestion. That made me smile as well – he was being helpful.

“No, you shouldn’t!” Scotty came back curtly. I was surprised he felt so strongly until I realized he was joking. “WE should write the rules and use technology like the cell phone to bring discipline into the 21^st Century. There is an app that would let us see where they go, what they text, and they could have set times to check in. We can even listen randomly to their calls. I have a reverse-Snapchat app that can be rooted into the phone so we can turn on their camera to see what they’re doing without them knowing.”

“Why do you have that?” Donny asked him suspiciously.

“Reasons and stuff,” Scotty dodged the question with a smirk. I suspected he was using it for some nefarious mischief, but I had to smile. That would make things a lot easier if the two of them were snooping for me.

“Will Mom let me keep my phone? I didn’t think she would. I put it out in the trash, Sir,” Janie said before asking if she did a good-enough job on her sister’s face.

“It’s not up to me, but that was an expensive iPhone, so I would expect that you won’t get to sit down for a week,” Scotty laughed at his sister’s predicament while inspecting Taylor’s face.

I was silently getting very nervous that Janie had dumped that expensive phone outside. I wasn’t sure, but I assumed Tom may have MY hide if I didn’t make sure to get that before the trash was picked up. I had debated with Tom for a long time before he bought it for her that she was too young and irresponsible to handle it at school, but he had convinced me that many girls her age had one, and she had never broken or lost it – until now.

“I don’t get to sit down on furniture anyway, and go ahead and punish me already, Sir.” Janie agreed to be disciplined enthusiastically.

I heard a solid slap on her ass and Scotty told her to open her mouth so he could pour more milk in it. I was trying to hide, so I couldn’t see everything in the kitchen, but it didn’t sound like Janie was crying or concerned about it.

“You are NOT supposed to like this.” Scotty insisted she stop smiling.

I had to smile – Janie could be so optimistic and positive at times that it would drive people crazy or make them think she was being sarcastic.

“Then make me not like it, Sir!” Janie said plainly.

“That sounds like a challenge, Brother!” Donny offered with a lively gusto.

“I’m going to put your tits in between two bookstands and then slap them together if we get to discipline you!” Scotty promised.

“You definitely could with Mom’s tits, and even with Fart Face’s fun-bags, but Muffins has more of those snack-size ones.” Donny agreed.

I was kind of shocked to hear my tits spoken about in that context. I was still not convinced the boys would make good authority figures or be able to handle the discipline. I think I was evaluating if they could, and they just lost a couple points in my estimation referring to my tits. They were after all teenagers, though.

“I think actually the small Snickers are called ‘fun size,’” Scotty said.

“Fun to whom?” Donny asked with a chuckle.

“I dunno. I like little titties on a girl,” Scotty quipped.

“What girl with big titties or little titties let you play with them?” Donny challenged his brother.

“I didn’t say she let me play with them. I am just saying I like little titties. They look like peaches about to be plucked,” Donny admitted.

“Thank you Sir,” Janie offered.

I heard a loud ‘ka-pow’ as a hand reached out for an ass and landed squarely with direct impact, and Janie coughed.

“That’s what we mean about being talked about and talked to. Which one was that, Muffins?” Scotty reminded his sister.

“Talked about, Sir.” Janie pouted like a girl who’d just been caught doing something wrong.

“So you KNEW you were being talked about, and not to, and yet you interrupted.” Donny reprimanded her along with his brother. “You expect to go to school unsupervised and be trusted to follow the rules, and yet you can’t even follow a simple one at home when you’re around your betters?”

“I AM sorry, Sir! The medicine I need is difficult to administer, it requires structured discipline and obedience and must be provided in consistent doses. I know my natural inclination is to be a brat and speak out of turn. I can only offer to do my best when not supervised,” she offered meekly with a hopeful tone.

“You can turn on the charm when you want to sound willing, but you can be equally as bratty,” Donny said, then suggested a little test. “Let’s see if you can keep your mouth shut three times when no one is talking to you through breakfast,” he said.

“What do I get if I win?” Janie asked enthusiastically.

I should mention I was dying to walk in and take over, but enjoyed listening to them naturally talking without my direct influence. It was different when I was around, but now I could hear how the boys talked when I wasn’t there, and it was very interesting.

“That is a good question.” Donny asked his brother, “Are we empowered to give them treats?”

“If we can give them discipline…” Scotty theorized they were also empowered to use positive reinforcement to get them to behave. I hadn’t really thought about it, but as long as it wasn’t excessive, then I would allow it.

I wanted to continue hiding to see how they interact.

“If we give them too many treats, though, we’ll be seen as soft,” Scotty said.

“You aren’t supposed to explain that in front of them,” Donny reminded his brother, and slapped one of them hard on the ass. “The girls need to know that we can give the carrot or the stick or sometimes both; and that if they manipulate us into feeling sorry for them, to give them treats, that’s a reason for the stick – not the carrot.”

“I like carrot sticks, sir!” Janie agreed enthusiastically.

“Not carrot sticks,” Donny said, then slapped her on the ass and clarified it was a carrot OR a stick.

It didn’t sound like she understood, but she let the matter drop.

“Maybe we can give them Sandor’s dog treats if they’re well-behaved?” Scotty suggested.

“I don’t think that would actually seem like a treat as much as it would just a hard dog biscuit,” Donny surmised while looking around the kitchen. “I guess we could give them some cereal or normal food.”

“I wouldn’t mind a chance to play with myself, Sir?” Taylor asked. “I haven’t had any relief in a long time, and maybe just five minutes before Mistress comes in would be a real treat.”

“What about you, Janie?” Donny asked, then corrected himself and called her ‘Muffins.’

“I haven’t really done it before. I don’t know, Sir?” Janie answered naïvely.

The boys chuckled, but from the look on their sister’s face, it seemed like she was telling the truth.

“You’ve never flicked the bean and tickled the pink?” Scotty asked coyly.

“I don’t even know what that means, Sir?” Janie asked politely.

“Well, given that you’ve barely got a tiny sliver of a pussy, I suppose that isn’t surprising,” Scotty observed.

“Aren’t I supposed to call it a cunt now, Sir?” Janie said the word cunt gingerly, like she was trying to get her head around saying it out loud.

“You are, but I can call it a banana basket or a hoo-haa if I want to,” Scotty said, reminding her that the same rules did not apply to him. I silently wondered if I should make him use the words when referring to his sisters, just to reinforce their new vocabulary.

“I would humbly request that if you’re going to be my trainer, you reinforce the words I’m supposed to use, Sir. I won’t learn the right term if I hear you calling it a hoo-haa when I’m supposed to say THAT word,” she said.

I smiled.

“Good point,” Donny then asked “What word?”

“Cunt, Sir,” Janie answered reluctantly but clearly enough, even with the hot dog in her mouth.

“I’ve caught you in the bathroom before laying with your legs splayed open under the water faucet in the bathtub,” Janie’s older sister reminded her. I wasn’t aware that had happened.

“Oh? That’s playing with your cunt? Yes, that would be a nice reward,” Janie admitted openly.

The boys giggled and said she’d have to do it in the kitchen in front of them IF she earned it.

“Do I even get to use the bathtub anymore, Sir?” Janie asked with a pout.

“I would assume so?” Donny answered more in a question.

“I’m a family pet like Fart Face, and we use the backyard like Sandor. I wasn’t sure if we would be bathed with the garden hose like Sandor too, Sir?” she asked, quite curious.

“I like it!” Scotty agreed with her that she would have to do it, and asked them if they needed to go outside now anyway.

“To piss and shit, Sir?” Taylor asked her brother submissively.

“No, to trip the light fantastic,” Scotty answered sarcastically, and then patted her on the head. “Mom isn’t up yet. Let’s let them eat what they have and take them to the backyard for a walk,” he told his brother.

The two of them tried to push the hot dogs down their sisters’ throats, and when Janie started to gag they let her just eat it. I couldn’t see if Taylor took her dog, from where I was crouching.

I heard some gurgling, giggling, and a little bit of retching, but afterwards the two of them actually thanked their brothers – with a little coaxing from their brothers.

“You’re welcome,” Donny sarcastically said, adding that they should learn to be more grateful. “I could be sleeping in, but I’m here trying to make sure you have the correct attitude to begin your day. Now, before we go outside, I want to see if you still remember Dad’s eight positions.”

In truth there were quite a few more, and Tom had originally only begun with seven, but he added a few when he realized what a quick learner Taylor really was. They exposed the body and made the subject vulnerable, but served very practical purposes in submissive training.

I heard a little murmuring, but neither girl protested their brother’s agenda.

“Get in the punishment position,” Donny told them.

“Are you going to punish us, Sir?” Janie asked her brother sweetly – as if she were looking forward to it.

“There is no asking why – you simply react to that order.” Donny sounded frustrated that they didn’t react quickly enough. I tried watching, and it looked like the girls were returning to the position they’d been eating in.

“That’s it,” Donny said, then reminded them to face their ass towards the person giving the order unless told otherwise. “Bend over and put your hands behind your back with your legs apart, just like you were when you were eating,” he said. “This is the first position you learned. Lean over and spread your cheeks wide while we take out your plugs.”

I could see Scotty and him pull out their sisters’ butt-plugs. “Kiss Gary this morning for me, Muffins.” Scotty held it out for his sister to kiss it.

“You don’t like Gary?” he asked her patronizingly.

“It’s just that he reminds me of Sponge Bob’s snail Gary – boring, Sir,” Janie pouted her response.

“Oh, and you’d like a more exciting thing stuck up your ass?” Scotty chuckled while he held the plug under his sister’s nose for her to savor the smell. “We’ve been putting up with the smell of your butt all morning. Time to wake up and smell your own cheese.”

“No, sir, I don’t mind. You can stick it back up my ass,” Janie answered submissively – with a defeated tone like she wasn’t getting what she wanted.

I heard him slap her ass and told her she had to call him Gary. “This is not an It. This is Gary. Gary is your friend. Kiss Gary and tell him that you love him.”

“I love you, Gary,” Janie said sweetly, and I heard her kiss the plug.

“Good, stand at attention,” Scotty ordered his sisters. He reminded them that this position was feet shoulder-width apart, chest out, ass-cheeks clenched, chin up, back straight, slight bend to the knees. Hands are to be interlaced behind her head, but he added that he wanted their mouths open. “You used to open your mouths to say whatever foolish thought popped into your head. All I want you to do is show me your tongues and remain silent.”

“We should stick a number two pencil up her ass,” Donny told Scotty jokingly.

“Why is that?” Scotty asked his brother with a churlish grin.

“That way she can have a number two where she goes number two,” Donny laughed, and his brother did as well.

I could see Janie actually straining not to laugh along with them.

“So Gary is a snail,” Scotty said, changing the subject back to her butt-plug as he removed it from under her nose. He observed the black latex butt-plug and asked his sister if she laid snail-trails out of that tiny pussy of hers.

“I don’t know, Sir,” Janie replied.

“You have such an impossible little slit,” he said, and then watched Janie’s reaction, but didn’t touch her. “Don’t you wish you had a pretty cunt like Fart Face?”

“Yes, Sir, it looks like a butterfly,” Janie agreed with him.

“What looks like a butterfly?” Scotty walked towards Taylor who was also standing at attention with her hands behind her head.

“Fart Face’s cunt, sir,” Janie said. It sounded so odd to hear my youngest say such a vulgar word, and it truthfully sounded very dirty. Her girlish voice sounded the way men pay women to talk in phone sex when they want to hear a little Catholic schoolgirl talking nasty on the 1-900 lines.

“You mean these piss flaps?” Scotty parted Taylor’s pussy lips and worked them like a mouth. He imitated his older sister’s voice. “Hello, Sir Scotty. Thank you for training me today. I hope to behave, and if I don’t, then you’ll come down on me like the mighty hammer of Thor and pin my butterfly wings back so I can’t fly away!” He then pinched down hard on her pussy lips.

Taylor seemed shocked, but stood there and took it.

I thought she may just punch him or tell him he’d crossed the line with her. I had certainly made her endure much worse, but I was surprised she took this treatment from her brother. It gave me a little more confidence that he was ready to be in charge of her at school.

“Kneel, bitches,” Donny said, ordering the third position. This was one I was quite familiar with, and Tom had a fondness for leaving me in it for hours when we played alone. Donny reminded the girls that he wanted to see clit hoods and assholes when they get on the ground.

This position is always where her ass-cheeks are lifted slightly so that her asshole plug can be seen, with her thighs resting on her calves. The legs are parted so that the pussy lips aren’t touching and are open. Taylor reached between her legs, pulled her clit hood out, and kneeled, but Scotty smacked her hand to scold her. “If it needs to be pulled out, you ask one of us before you take it upon yourself. I don’t want you to have a moment to play with it.”

He reached between her legs, pulled it out hard, and then tugged it slightly to the left so that Taylor’s hood sat up on its own.

“What about mine, sir?” Janie asked.

I could see her kneeling, and from this position I could see the strawberry pinkness of her stretched asshole but not how she looked in the front.

“Are you sure you even have a clit?” Donny looked over his sister, but neither he nor Scotty wanted to touch her.

I thought about making my entrance now to help with this. I knew they were both protective older brothers, and it actually pleased me to see that they didn’t feel comfortable roughly handling her. I was, however, riveted, and curious as to how this was going to go. I was also quite shocked they remembered the positions so well, and made a mental note to start using them again.

“It’s just inside,” Janie offered an explanation, and asked if she could pull it out for them.

“You can,” Donny said. I could sense there was something in him that made it seem taboo. He may be willing to spank her butt, but touching her pussy probably seemed a bit too far.

I saw Janie reach between her legs and tug as much of her clit hood as she could between her tight little pussy lips.

“Wow, that’s like a little penis,” Scotty chuckled, and then added to Donny, “You can tell she isn’t related to you!”

Donny gave him a somber look. He had just found out they were half-brothers, but they were still related through me.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Scotty apologized, while explaining, “I just meant you have a King-Kong-sized dong.”

Donny ignored him and told Janie what she did was very good.

“Thank you, Master!” Janie answered sweetly.

“I’m not your Master,” Donny reminded her. He sounded much more gracious and patient now. “You can call me Lord Donny, Sir Donny, Trainer Donny, but you only have one Master and that’s Dad.”

“Sorry, Sir Donny!” Janie answered.

“That’s okay,” Donny smiled and ordered her to get into ‘calm your tits’ position. He had to explain that was for when a girl is aroused.

“Oh, stand in the corner,” Janie said. She quickly stood up without using her hands to assist her, and so did her sister. They went to the nearest corner and stood there with their noses pressed to it.

“We should make them stand back-to-back,” Scotty suggested.

“How would that stop them from being aroused?” Donny asked.

“Have you ever stood back to back with Janie? It’s a total boner-killer,” Scotty chuckled.

I would have expected Janie to shout “Hey!” in protest, as she may have before her discipline, but she remained silent. I could see a silent smirk creep across her face.

“Okay, ladies, hit the deck,” Scotty ordered them. He had to remind them that means they immediately place palms flat on the kitchen tile and get on their knees. They are to stick their ass out, and tits should be touching the tile. “This is how you’re going to be led outside after you kiss the tile.”

“Too bad we don’t have leashes for them,” Donny chuckled as he watched the girls smooch the kitchen floor. “I’m not carrying your butt-plugs, though, so heads up and mouths open.”

The two girls stuck their heads up and opened their mouths. Janie has much longer hair than Taylor, and her straight blonde hair flew in her face as she did. Scotty stuck Gary into Taylor’s mouth and Strawberry Sprinkles into Janie’s mouth. “You can learn teamwork – carry each other’s burdens,” he laughed. “We didn’t do ‘bunny ears’ this morning, but we want to add a position of our own,” he said, smiling.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the boys teaching new positions – it made me uncomfortable, and I wondered if Tom would approve. He had learned these standard disciplinary positions over many years. He may not have approved of the boys just making up new ones on the fly.

I started to back up to get out of the way so they wouldn’t see I’d been eavesdropping, but then Donny made his sisters line up in a row and told them they were going to go outside choo-choo style, and I had to watch out of curiosity.

“You line up behind Fart Face with her plug touching her asshole,” Donny guided his younger sister behind Taylor. “Then I want you two to start making ‘chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a’ noises,” he said as he began to march in place and pump his fists like a train starting up.

The girls obliged while remaining in a crawling position; and I could tell, despite the unusual command, they were actually amused by it.

“Chugga-chugga-choo!-choo!!” Scotty joined in and started them along like a train. He started popping their butts to make them move like a steam engine. The girls were dancing along as they bopped their butts rhythmically, like pistons, up and down.

They were obscenely pushing their asses out and back in as the boys encouraged them with train sounds. They marched the grinning girls on all fours out of the kitchen. They all had a very amused look on their faces as the train emerged into the living room.

I pretended to just be walking through the living room somberly and the train came to a halt – grins quickly disappearing.

“What is it you’re teaching your sisters this morning?” I asked, as if I disapproved. In truth, it did seem hilarious, and I found it hard not to giggle. I think if the girls had looked downright miserable from the humiliation, it may have been different, but they actually seemed to be good sports about it and had been smiling right up until they saw me and stopped.

“Uh…” Scotty mumbled.

“We were taking them outside to piss and shit because they lost bathroom privileges, Ma’am,” Donny offered.

“You don’t have to call me ‘Ma’am,’” I reminded him, pointing out that only the girls did.

“Yes, we’re taking them out like this because they lost the privileges of using the bathroom and privacy and are learning to appreciate simple privileges. We made them crawl this way to learn to amuse their betters through their humility and to help eliminate the prideful, stuck-up qualities that make them little bitches,” Scotty added with a raised eyebrow, as if offering a guess.

I hadn’t expected such a detailed explanation, but he was dead-on correct.

“If that’s what it takes for my daughters to learn to be nice. They’re such beautiful girls, and yet they can be so mischievous and thoughtless,” I agreed with his answer. I bent over to look down upon Janie.

“So what’s it going to be this morning? Are you going to remain ‘Muffins’ and serve the house like this every day – shaking your ass like the little train that couldn’t cover its ass?” I made a play on the story about the little train that could.

It was a children’s story I used to read her when she was little.

“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can,” Janie began to slowly mime the motions of a train as if her positive thoughts would help her climb a hill. She adopted an adorably cute lisp while she mumble-talked with Strawberry Sprinkles clenched in her teeth.

I could understand her perfectly, but I had been listening to her giggle-talk since she was little.

I reached out and smacked her bare, pert little ass while it was stuck up in the air. She barely flinched when I popped her.

“Your brothers and I can make jokes. You are to answer us seriously when asked a question. You have one more chance here. Do you feel you need discipline training, or have you had enough of the bitter taste to know you’d rather go back to being Janie? If you choose...” I was almost finished giving her options when she cut me off.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am. Yes, yes, yes, I want discipline, please?”

“Why?” I popped her again on the ass. “You can’t even remember to wait until your Mistress finishes telling you your options before cutting her off and blurting something out. You need to suck Strawberry Sprinkles down your throat and learn to enunciate clearly when speaking to your betters. You are not impressing me right now. I don’t think you’re cut out or ready for this training,” I said truthfully.

“That’s why, Ma’am! I’m rude even in my enthusiasm. I know I could learn something from this, and I already have. I think the little train that could is the perfect analogy. The little train was told it could never make it over the hill. It knew better, but it didn’t just keep saying it thought it could. It remained positive and worked at it every day until she finally got over that hill and on to the other side where she belonged.”

To my youngest daughter's credit, she managed to say all that clearly with the butt-plug in her mouth. A tiny drop of crystal-clear drool formed on her lip as she struggled to hold it in her mouth without her teeth.

“Actually,” Donny corrected his sister, “I don’t remember the little train being a she.”

I didn’t acknowledge the trivial correction. Donny had always been someone who felt the need to point out trivial details. If you heard him say “Actually” before a sentence, you knew he was.

“I can see why you relate to that, but that’s a fairy tale for children. Learning submission is something consenting adults do. I don’t believe you can truly appreciate what you’re asking to learn, and the goofy look on your face while you came out of that kitchen tells me you think this is more of a wild game or attention-grab,” I said as I shook my head somberly.

“No, Mistress,” Janie replied, looking worried that I was going to deny her the opportunity to serve.

In truth, I knew she understood some of the discipline.

“You’re absolutely correct that had I started this a week ago, then yes, I would have chucked my clothes and thought this was funny and a few minutes later want to play a different game. I’ve watched my sister change for the better over the past week, and felt jealous and angry that I wasn’t learning through reinforcement of Master’s values,” she said. “The fact that I was laughing is my own immaturity, but you have to admit, the choo-choo train was kind of funny!” she observed with an honest grin. “I don’t think I have to be miserable to learn all of these lessons, Ma’am.”

“Had this been a week ago, I wouldn’t have even let you consider it,” I acknowledged, nodding in partial understanding. “You aren’t supposed to enjoy your training. You’re being stripped of your privileges and learning to submit to the will of your betters. You aren’t doing this to please yourself, but to please others,” I said.

“Don’t you love serving Dad? Don’t you enjoy getting up every day and teaching and providing for us, Mistress?” Janie offered a counterpoint enthusiastically.

She had me there – I wanted nothing more than to serve her father in all ways as a good wife and lover. It was, however, a private thought that I had never really shared with them.

“I don’t want you to complain anything is unfair,” I said, changing the subject and not answering her question. “But I won’t hold you to a different standard than Fart Face. You will serve this house and everyone in it. Do you have a problem with your brothers being your trainers?”

“Not at all, Ma’am!” Janie answered “I appreciate them taking the time to reinforce my education. You may be asleep and not able to keep an eye on me so that I’m not tempted to misbehave!”

“I wasn’t asleep,” I lied. “I had been outside checking all the things you threw out without approval,” I told her somberly. “It’s clear to me now you are not begging to get your things back. I expected you would realize this discipline is difficult, hard and embarrassing and want nothing to do with it once you tried it. I see now that not only are you not asking to be allowed out of this discipline that you are at least trying to take it seriously. I think you genuinely feel you want this and you think you can handle being teased and disciplined – but I remind you - submission requires sacrifice.”

Janie seemed very happy with that and nodded in agreement. The fact that none of this caused her any concern didn’t give me faith she really understood what she would be giving up or how long this may last once Tom found out she was doing it too.

He would not let her out of her commitment after a little weekend if she came this far. I was very worried that would be a problem when Janie’s desire to continue this little game of hers to be included ended.

Her brothers reminded her this was “serious business” but they seemed to be joking around. I glared at them and they stopped chuckling like a couple of magpies having fun at their sister’s expense and straightened right up.

“I am skeptical this is something that would last once things became difficult or dull to you,” I said while knowing she was surprisingly stubbornly insisting on trying this. “You have already come this far and if you insist on learning about submission you will do it properly and take away something productive and constructive from the training. This is not just about walking around naked and being told what to do. That is just the window dressing – the lessons are going to come and they aren’t all pleasant. I hope you understand that.”

“Yes ma'am, I appreciate this opportunity. I know you’re skeptical because I’ve given you every reason to be, but I’m actually begging you to allow me to show through actions and not words.”

“Actually, you should be doing both. Your words AND your actions should prove how much you appreciate our allowing this,” Donny said.

I was slightly amused that he was taking the position that he had any say in allowing this or not. He was, however, now a member of the leadership team in the house, if you want to look at it like that.

“Yes, they should,” I agreed with my son. “I’m going to teach you a new position right now. This is the beg position.” I made both girls get up and squat deeply, while holding their hands in front of their chests. “If there’s nothing in your mouth, then your tongue should be all the way out and panting.” I lined the girls up next to each other and removed the butt-plugs from their mouths.

Noticing that their butt plugs were not lubed with spit, I warned them that they needed to make sure to keep their butt plugs wet when they’re removed from their mouth because they’re going up their asses shortly after. This was a tip I had actually learned from experience, and was glad they didn't ask how I knew. I waved them around for them to see how dry the plugs were. “Kiss them like you lovers you won’t see again,” I quoted something my husband told me when he gave me the same advice after we were married.

It was an unspoken truth that I served their father. It would still mortify me if I had to explain about Bud and the fact I was wearing him all the time with very few exceptions, just like them.

“Yes, Ma’am,” they both acknowledged what I was saying, and watched me with their pretty bright blue eyes.

“You can beg each of us individually to train and discipline you as your first step towards demonstrating that your words match your actions,” I told them.

“Actually, we only have 20 minutes before we need to leave or we may be late to school,” Donny reminded me.

“Girls, make it brief but believable. I want you to each take turns and not just repeat what the other says. You aren’t asking, you’re begging.” That was another bit of advice that I gained from personal experience as a submissive. I suppose serving had prepared me to be a proper Mistress in that I knew what was expected during service.

“Me, too, then Mistress?” Taylor said with a surprised look on her face that she was being included.

“If you think because your sister’s being trained that things will be any easier on you, then you’re sadly mistaken. You’re still a house pet; and, if anything, I expect you to set a proper example for her. So yes, you will beg just like her.”

The initial begging and pleading was pathetic, the two of them mischievously watching the other with their tongues fully extended to their chins, squatting with their legs apart. They were saying the words, but barely convincing me they really wanted to be here.

“If you’re going to waste my time begging like this, you’re merely insulting me. You both need much more practice begging in a genuine manner. You aren’t ENTITLED to anything in this house. You’re at best giggle-squatting here with your tongues hanging out and just prattling on about how much you appreciate us doing for YOU. I want to hear what you will do for US and why. I want to hear you plead with us to discipline you and THANK us for that motivation, so that you can benefit from this discipline training and not languish in it. I want to hear your willingness to accept our leadership, and I need to know my sons don’t feel guilty or sympathy for your pathetic mewling. They must genuinely feel each and every morning when you beg for their direction and mine that you hold no grudges against them for it.”

The two girls started demonstrating a competitive streak where they would elaborate on each other’s begging, and it was noticeable they were trying to one-up the other. It seemed disingenuous to me, and I put a stop to it and redirected them to continue on a different path.

“I have accepted Sir Donny and Sir Scotty as my better in every way, and they are my trusted authority figures at school. If I have a question about how I am to behave, I am to ask them respectfully and tell them the truth at all times. I know they will discover my lies and manipulations,” Taylor said.

Janie followed suit with, “I have accepted LORD Donny and LORD Scotty as my rulers when Mistress or Master are not present. And while I am crafty and easily tempted to mischief at school, I vow not to misbehave even though it can be so easy for me because I look so innocent. I ask, no I beg, you to send me to school looking like the obvious lying bitch I really am, and remove the doubts about me. I will do anything I can to prove through my actions that, while I can’t be trusted, I am willing to abide by the rules and any means you feel necessary to check on my behavior.

It was a lot of words – but it would have seemed a lot more believable if they didn’t each have a gleam in their eyes and a mirthful grin when they said the words. It really felt like they were competing.

I won’t repeat ALL of the begging they did because it was mediocre at best, except for the very end when Janie addressed both her brothers simultaneously after several rejected attempts.

“Please, Sirs, I know it seems crazy that I’m asking you to discipline me. I want you both to feel empowered to decide for me what is best, because I have clearly demonstrated that I do not know. I will try to be a good girl for you, but when I’m not, I would appreciate immediate corrective measures; and when I am, then I would be pleased if you acknowledge my behavior, but you don’t have to say ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re welcome’ to me for the things I do for you. I feel serving you is the least I can do in exchange for your willingness to take authority over me. I know some of what you have us do is perverted, but I don’t hold that against either of you. You are guys, and as guys you deserve to get something out of this if you’re going to give me so much in guidance and discipline, and show the patience to put up with my farty-ass in the kitchen each and every morning until I learn my lessons well enough that Master tells me I have graduated to a state of grace like my mother,” she said.

She said all that while her tongue was hanging out like a puppy and spit was dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She may not have had big tits like her sister and me, but she did have some spectacularly puffy nipples that were hard as rock right now.

Taylor agreed, and this time I got the impression she really wasn’t one-upping her sister as much as she was agreeing with her.

“I’m really proud of you, Muffins. I didn’t think you would last the night with me, and I thought you’d be in tears before the morning. I thought you were a creepy, spoiled little brat of privilege who just wanted to piggyback on my education as a way to get some attention you felt you weren’t getting. I’m glad to be proven wrong once again, and Mistress is much wiser than me for allowing you an opportunity to prove you could serve. I definitely wouldn’t have given you the chance. You seem crafty and shifty, and the reason I know that is because when I look at you I see myself in the mirror staring back at me. I don’t like my reflection, and I didn’t want you hanging around trying to be like me. If we’re going to do this together, then I’m going to serve alongside you to the best of my ability.”

I was starting to choke up at how amazingly powerful her words seemed. I hardly noticed that she had her legs apart while she squatted and her slobber was dripping down her chin onto her naked body as she addressed her little sister.

She turned to look at her brothers and said, “Sir Donny and Sir Scotty, you’re my Lords and Commanders. I understand and accept the terms of the Prime Directive. I ask that you discipline me today, and I accept your judgment on my behavior and will dutifully obey your commands as if you are my Masters,” she said.

“They are not Masters, though. They are trainers.” I then warned the boys. “Your father can tell you when he thinks you are Masters, but for now you have a limited authority over your sisters. I did read your proposed rules last night, and I did have some concerns about it,” I told my sons.

“First, I think you need a section in there for rewards. You have corrective measures, but I think you need to list out the ways the girls can exceed expectations and be rewarded.” I smiled. I knew they had talked about that in the kitchen when they thought I wasn’t listening.

“Actually, I was going to do that!” Donny said, smiling enthusiastically.

“Fine, you can send me your revisions. I want you to both log your corrective actions. I want to know the infraction and what you did about it. I want you to each do it independently so I can compare logs. I want you to also log any reward or privilege you grant them, and what they did to merit that,” I said.

Donny and Scotty both agreed, as if waiting for a catch.

“There is no catch; you are officially trainers in this house now. You have full-time authority over both of your sisters and Sandor. You don’t need to ask me to order the girls around the house unless you feel it may conflict with a standing order. If you in any way shirk your responsibilities or abuse your authority, then I may not only suspend that authority but you may be joining them. Is that understood?” I warned.

I had no intention of adding the two of them to the discipline plan, but I thought it was a fairly good consequence, and from the looks on their faces, one that Donny and Scotty would not want.

“My one and only real concern from your rules is the section about butts during Gym.” I asked them to clarify why they would want their sister to intentionally get in trouble.

“Actually,” Donny held up a finger to clarify, “that was Fart Face’s idea initially. We got assigned Gym by Mr. Hogarth, he said at your direction, to supervise her. And since neither of us like Gym, we were given an opportunity to opt out of it if we wanted to go out to the quad to pick up cigarette butts. Taylor voluntarily got herself sent out there as well, and did the work for us to make up for punishment from Mr. Andretti.”

I shuddered at the mention of Mr. Hogarth. They had no way to know this, but only a few nights earlier I had sucked his dick in the parking lot, and as a result of that entanglement found myself fucking a bunch of strangers last night to try to hide my mess. I knew the boys wouldn’t like Gym, and it wasn’t my intention to get them taken out of an academic class, so I did actually feel sorry for them.

“Are you still getting a passing grade if you go out to the Quad?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Scotty said, and pointed out that it was a public service and that Mr. Andretti was more than happy to get rid of two ‘Square Wagon Wheels’ like them. He imitated a husky New York Italian stereotype: “I don’t think I like you three. Better for you if you’re outside on your hands and knees picking up butts rather than being in here getting your butts kicked trying to play real sports.”

I chuckled.

“Besides” – Donny started a phrase with something other than ‘actually’ – “it’s fun. We give Fart Face all the work and watch her crawl around like our puppy.”

“This isn’t about fun. It’s about teaching the girls lessons they can benefit from and outcomes.” I tried to sound like Tom, although I didn’t explain exactly what I meant by ‘outcomes’ – I thought it was fairly important.

“It can be fun too, though, Ma’am,” Janie pleaded, still in the begging position. “Learning can be fun.”

“That’s the problem with your generation. You have had Magic School Bus and Reading Rainbow and all these TV shows telling you that learning has to be fun and exciting. There are hard lessons you have to learn.” I saw her look disappointed, but she didn’t argue the point with me.

“I don’t think my sister meant fun for us, Ma’am,” Taylor replied, defending Janie’s point. It no longer seemed like they were competing with each other and trying to top one another. “I think she means fun for our brothers. If it’s not fun for them watching us be a choo-choo or humble ourselves for them, why else spend time with their snotty, bitchy sisters?”

“Actually…” Donny started to say something and held up a finger as if to make a smart-aleck remark, and then he floored me. “We spend time with them as their trainers because we love them.”

“Love the ever-loving shit of these bitches,” Scotty agreed with his brother, and petted his older sister’s head.

She may have snapped his head off if he had touched her a week ago. She smiled broadly with her bright blue eyes gleaming, and I thought I may just be dreaming – I never thought my kids, other than Janie, would get along and actually tell each other they love one another.

“We love you too, Sir,” Taylor answered in a jovial non-sarcastic way. She made a face that reminded me of the phone emoji of the smiling face that’s looking up to the left as she did.

“We know you’re disciplining us out of love, Mistress. If you didn’t love us, you wouldn’t go to these extremes to correct us. Thank you, Ma’am,” Janie said.

I couldn’t stop smiling in order to even respond to what my children had just said.what my children had just said.respode had touched her a week ago but to see her actually smile at him in