CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

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

Joanne has placed the girls in the Prius and is taking them to school.

“You sluts are lucky I’m in a good mood or you’d be riding in the back of the car completely naked,” I spoke into the rearview mirror, warning the girls that things could be much worse. It felt strange calling them ‘sluts.’ I think I called them that as much to get myself used to the idea of using the word as I did to get them used to it. I reminded myself this was something we’d all have to get used to saying and hearing if we were going to have consistent discipline.

It wasn’t my ideal to have daughters that are ‘sluts,’ but there isn’t really anything else you can call two girls willing to wear body paint and balloons to school as Halloween costumes – may as well make them well-behaved sluts.

“Better a good slut than a wicked bitch!” I reminded them of something Tom used to say to me when we first got married.

The Prius is blessed with a very large trunk in the back, almost like station wagons of old, and the two of them were on their hands and knees waiting to be taken to school wearing their outrageous balloon costumes.

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you!” the girls both politely answered. It was like the glorious sound of angels to my ears to hear the two of them not squabble and simply do as they were told without the once requisite amount of drama or complaints.

I might have forgiven a little grumbling, as it was a tight squeeze back there, and hard to remain on all fours, but they both seemed quite alright with it.

“I should have you gagged, tied up, and far less comfortable,” I reminded them as we drove through Cherry Lawn Estates towards the high school. “When Halloween is over, you’re still going to be dressed like sluts, and it will be obvious these aren’t just cute little costumes.”

I hoped my warnings were going to make them realize what they were in for and beg for mercy. I wasn’t sure I would have granted it, now that we were already on the way to school, but it would have given me a little vindication that this really did seem pretty outrageous if they thought so too.

Instead, they agreed with me and seemed thankful. It was strangely off-putting to me that no one in the car but me seemed the least bit worried. Donny and Scotty were downright excited by the prospect of squiring their sister around school like a bunch of sexy grapes ready for squeezing.

I was second-guessing whether or not I should allow them to go to school like they were. I had sent Taylor in some risqué outfits, but they hadn’t been the most revealing ones at the high school. This was far more noticeable, and I had no idea if the middle school would be as tolerant.

“Do you know how to put any sort of tracking software on phones?” I asked Donny and Scotty.

“Is the Vex Mythoclast the most OP weapon in Destiny?” Scotty answered for the two of them. I knew they were both nerds and assumed they would have some passing understanding of how to install monitoring software on a phone or find out about it. I honestly had no idea what Scotty was asking me.

“He means ‘yes,’” Donny replied for his brother, and told me that there was something called “IP Webcam Pro.” He said not only could I read everything she does on the phone and know who called, but I could randomly listen or turn on her camera and watch what she was doing without her knowing.

“That is probably way too expensive,” I said. I thought it may even be too difficult.

“Here, let me see the phone,” Donny said, then took the phone and opened the app store and in a matter of thirty seconds had installed and configured it. “It’s $3.99, I hope you don’t mind,” he said.

“How did you know my password to unlock my phone, Sir?” Janie asked curiously from the back of the car.

“Your password was PinkyPeach, the same as it’s been since you were old enough to touch a computer,” Donny reminded her.

I chuckled at the truth in that as we turned a corner and thanked Donny for setting that up for me.

“Actually, Scotty showed me and I just googled it,” he told me.

I made a mental note to wonder why the boys would know how to do this, but decided not to ask too many questions at the moment. I knew they both looked at porn a lot, but I had no idea why they would ever spy on anyone’s phone. I decided I may not want to know.

“So, you are wearing those outfits to impress the girls you like?” I finally addressed the fact that my sons were both wearing costumes intended for girls.

“I mean…” Donny became nervous and rubbed his hands on the satin skirt.

“You look ridiculous; you know that, don’t you?” I grinned at him. “If a boy had done that when I went to high school, he would have been considered a laughingstock!” I chuckled.

“They had Halloween costumes when you went to high school?” Scotty said in a mock Boston accent like Harley Quinn might use.

“No, we used to just wear dinosaur skins and say ‘ooga booga.’” I laughed at how antiquated my sons must think I really am.

“The girls are going to dress in costume as well today and they asked us to come like this. We also thought if our sisters can be brave and go like they are, then we can too!” Donny admitted.

“So you’re doing this to show support for your dear sisters’ predicament?” I asked with a skeptical and bemused expression.

“No, not really! It’s mostly because the girls told us to come to school like this,” Scotty admitted with a goofy expression on his face, and Donny agreed. “It’s really not bad, though – it’s cosplay. It’s much more acceptable now than just wearing kids’ Halloween costumes.”

“What’s cosplay?” I asked curiously.

“It’s basically just wearing costumes,” Scotty explained with a smirk.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you that you can’t do it. It’s just, if you expect to be taken seriously by your sisters, you can’t give up your authority by acting like fools. If you want their respect, you’ll have to earn it,” I reminded them.

“Momnificent,” Scotty joked to Donny, and they both rolled their eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked them with a perturbed and annoyed expression.

“Just that you tend to give a lot of advice but don’t always follow it,” Donny smirked.

“I act like a fool?” I asked while becoming even more perturbed.

“No, not at all. It’s just that you drink the almond milk just like they do – that’s kind of disgusting, to see your mom swallow a glass of cum,” Donny admitted.

“I see your point,” I admitted and calmed down. “I’ll think about being more discreet about it. I always saw it as being willing to do something you would tell someone else to do,” I said.

“Neither of us want to drink that stuff,” Scotty spoke for his brother as well.

“Again, point taken.” I changed the subject. “Listen,” I whispered so that the girls couldn’t hear. “Don’t tell your father about Muffins’ discipline yet.”

Scotty asked me why. “If we have to hide It, then aren’t we doing something wrong?” he asked, wanting me to clarify.

“It depends on when and how you tell someone. If those balloons pop, and she falls flat on her face today at school, and wants to beg to be let out of this, I may allow that. Your father, on the other hand, once she has made a commitment will insist she continue,” I said.

The boys bought my explanation, but if I had to be completely honest, I just don’t do well with confrontation. I was already trying to think of ways to explain why I didn’t return his texts or calls the night before, and adding to it that I began training his baby daughter and pride and joy without asking him – it may not go over so well.

“He should be home this weekend, and if she’s still serving, I’ll have you demonstrate they know the positions he taught them and explain it that way. I don’t want him in a panic while he’s trying to wrap up his work and racing home because he’s worried. I trust you can help me handle the two of them until then?” I asked.

That seemed fairly plausible, and I almost bought that explanation myself. The boys agreed, and as we neared the high school I stopped before the car line.

“Fart Face, get out and walk from here. I want you to meet your brothers at the front of the school and thank them properly for waiting while you took a brisk walk. If you aren’t there in exactly five minutes they’re going to take you into the bathroom, remove Strawberry Sprinkles from your purple ass, and then start popping your ass like they will your balloons!” I advised her.

Scotty jumped out to open the trunk and let Taylor get out and walk.

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you for this opportunity to walk. Are you sure I should go unsupervised? I may be tempted to lollygag or talk to my friends,” she asked as she stepped out of the car.

“Those friends?” I pointed to Summer and Page who were dressed like punk-rock sluts. They were walking with a new friend who had dark hair just like Taylor’s, and laughing.

“Those bitches! They replaced me!” Taylor mumbled under her breath.

“They replaced Taylor Swift the bitch with a new bitch,” I reminded her. “You’re Fart Face now, and you don’t belong with those girls. They set a bad example and encourage bad behavior. I want to see you wiggle your ass and bounce your balloons. You’re free to wave at your old friends, though!” I said as Scotty hopped back into the car after closing the trunk hatch.

I spent the remaining minutes in the car line going over the boys’ plan for the day. They had set times to allow her to go to the bathroom. They had set food she could eat and how long she had to finish it. They had speech protocols for her to talk respectfully and rules about how she was to sit and walk.

“What about in Gym class? Will the coach expect her to dress out?” I asked as we neared the drop off point.

“We didn’t bring any shorts for her to wear,” Donny said, and pointed to his own costume as well.

“Okay, for today that’s fine,” I remained understanding. “We have to improvise. Tell the gym teacher to call me if he has any questions, and that I was under the impression that for Halloween the costumes could be worn all day.”

“It may help if you give us a note,” Scotty said.

“Do they even use notes anymore?” I chuckled. I had been told everything was automated on web portals now, and parents check attendance and grades and send notes that way.

“Yeah, but Mr. Andretti doesn’t think he likes computers,” Scotty replied, then imitated the coach as an oafish Italian New Yorker: “I like notes; notes, I tell ya.”

“Just make sure he doesn’t hear you imitating him or you’ll probably be running laps until you’re twenty-two,” I chuckled as I took a pen out of my purse and started fishing around for some paper.

Some boys walked past the Prius and looked in the back window. It was tinted, but they saw Janie on all fours with the balloons. They giggled and she waved at the recognition, but made no move to hide herself.

“It’s not too late,” Donny warned her. “You can beg Mom to be let out of discipline right now and I bet she’d let you,” he said.

I smiled at him for offering that to her. I had actually snagged a pair of normal street clothes for her from the stuff on the lawn, just in case she got cold feet just before we got to school.

“No, Sir, I need this, and I won’t be tempted to give up on something I need just because it’s easier, thank you,” Janie politely replied from inside the car. “You haven’t begged to put on pants either!” she said, commiserating that he was sacrificing just like her.

“Thank you, Lord Donny,” I offered a warm smile of gratitude towards my son for the attempt at charity to his sister as I passed him his gym note for school.

“Gross,” he chuckled. “It sounds weird when YOU say LORD Donny,” he said as he popped open the door, and he and his brother ran off to find their older sister. He certainly had no desire to offer her the same choice to get out of this discipline plan, and I was okay with that.

We had actually come together as a family and become closer this week. His sister was learning some things she really needed to learn, even though they were tough, and I didn’t see that ending anytime soon. I had resigned myself to continuing as her Mistress, but with Janie I was still hopeful she would panic and beg for leniency.

As we drove away, I asked her about the shoplifting she did. I noticed people staring at Donny and Scotty’s costumes, but there were several other kids dressed in outlandish outfits.

“You haven’t gone into my old room, Ma’am?” she asked, disappointed.

“You may be shocked by this, but I have had other things on my mind besides you,” I chuckled.

“Yes, Ma’am, I know you had to go out last night,” Janie’s sweet tone was apologetic.

It made me feel all the more guilty that I had to go out to participate in a mini-gang bang that made her shoplifting seem downright old-fashioned and harmless.

“Why did you shoplift all those things? Why didn’t you ask me to buy them? Did you feel I wouldn’t?” I asked.

“I knew you would. I didn’t even need them. Some of them I already had. I just wanted to see if I could get away with it, and I think there was a thrill for being able to do it without being caught, Mistress,” she admitted.

Just when it started to sound natural to hear Taylor call me Mistress, I now had to get used to this angelic voice saying it as well.

“You’re doing this training for the same reason?” I asked as we pulled out of the car lane at the high school. “You just want to see if you can do it and if you can wear getups like you have on to school and no one realize you are literally naked under those balloons?”

“We’re all naked under our clothes, Ma’am, and I guess everything is covered, though,” she said.

“Don’t be coy,” I warned her. “You know damned well if the wind even blows or some of those balloons get popped you are going to pop out with it,” I warned her.

“I’m supposed to learn to be a well-behaved, ethical slut who doesn’t have shame about showing her body, aren’t I, Ma’am?” Janie asked.

“Yes and no.” I was disturbed she seemed to be avoiding my earlier question. “You’re supposed to learn to be a good slut, but I’d still like you to feel a little shame and humiliation, or else you’re just an extrovert looking for an opportunity to show off. The lesson, just like a spanking, is not that you get off on it, but that you see it as an opportunity to learn through the discomfort.”

“Good!” Janie smiled from the back of the car. “I totally feel that way. I was just trying to be brave. My asshole is literally puckering around Gary because I’m afraid I’ll lose my grip and he’ll fall out,” she admitted with relief that she could be honest.

“That’s how you’re supposed to feel,” I warned her, and told her that her brother was right. “You can beg to stop this if you want to before you get to school.”

“To answer your earlier question, Ma’am…” Janie surprised me by going back to my first question, “no, I’m doing this precisely because I enjoyed shoplifting and got off on the power I had. I’ve been able to get away with things precisely because I look cute and no one would suspect I’m the one who did it or wants to believe I’m capable of it. I’m actually very lonely at school, most people won’t even talk to me – not as a friend. I think it’s because people are jealous of me or intimidated, and it’s made me behave spitefully and insensitively. I’m hoping this training will teach me to be more like you, and I’m willing to do anything for that.”

Wow – that really made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’m not doing this for the thrill of getting away with something without being caught. You’re going to make me actually admit what I did and own up to it. I’m wearing this precisely to be caught and own up to being a slut. If Gary falls out, I’ll politely apologize and pick him up and return him to his place between my ass-cheeks.”

Technically, she should ask the nearest man to reinsert him, if we were following the spirit of Tom’s rules, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell her that.

“You should clean Gary off first,” I reminded her once I found my voice again. “People at your school may not be ready to see that, so I want you to find a relatively private place in the bathroom to do so with your mouth.”

“How do I pick up Gary, Ma’am?” Janie asked.

“Concessions have to be made with no trainer at school,” I told her. “You will have to pick him up on those occasions.”

“I could ask Jamal to help, Ma’am.” Janie sounded like she was trying to be helpful. It felt like she had a crush on the boy to me, and I wasn’t going to let her push that on me.

“No, I already told you that – don’t suggest him again,” I warned her.

“What about my friend Chloe, Ma’am?” Janie mentioned a girl at her school. I knew her – she was a pretty blonde girl that came over now and again to hang out at our house. I shuddered at the thought of what her parents may say if she knew that Janie was in discipline.

“Your phone is going to be monitored. If you run into a situation that you can’t handle, text me or talk into it and I’ll monitor you throughout the day. You’re going to have to demonstrate you can handle this on your own if you want to be allowed to continue!” I cautioned her as we pulled up to the school.

“Thank you, Mistress, may I get out now?” she asked, and I came around to the back of the car to let her out of the trunk.

I could see a teacher watching the car lane, and I realized I should have let her out much earlier.

I smiled and explained to no one in particular loud enough that the teacher may overhear, “I’m glad you didn’t pop any of your balloons. Okay, sweetie! Have a fun day!” I bent over and gave her a kiss and let Janie run off to school.

“Don’t forget your lunch and your books!” I reminded her, and Janie ran back to get them. Her balloons were bopping and blowing in the wind, and I was suddenly aware as they jiggled from side to side how much room there was between balloons by the sight of her dark blue-painted skin.

She kissed my finger, wrapping her wet tongue around it as I waved it at her.

“Why did you do that?” I asked scornfully.

“Kiss the thing that gives you discomfort but trains you to embrace it, Ma’am,” Janie reminded me, repeating Tom’s quote that I’d taught her earlier in the morning.

I patted her on the head and said, “Good girl,” in a whisper as I tried not to look too weird standing outside her school.

I cringed, but said nothing more as she thanked me and ran off to go to school.

I stopped by the grocery store and picked up several cartons of almond milk and some yogurt. I decided that if the girls were going to start eating yucky stuff, the best thing they could do is have a dollop of yogurt dumped into their mouths at dinner time.

Hello Master, sorry I didn’t get to text last night. Things have just been so hectic.

I texted Tom as I entered the grocery store.

It’s okay. The boys tell me that Fart Face has really taken to the discipline. I imagine it is a real handful keeping things together there. I didn’t think she would – in fact, I was going to tell you to scrap the entire thing, but you seem to have done a wonderful job teaching her how to be truly submissive. They say she has been pleasant, hardworking and considerate. I never thought I’d see the day.

Tom texted me back as soon as I texted him. There was usually a long delay between texts because he was busy.

Yes she has. I miss you.

…I wrote to him – I really did miss him. I was feeling guilty for all the things I had done the past few days. I hate conflict, and I decided telling him by text while he was on business was definitely the worst thing I could do. It was also a great excuse to avoid telling him at all.

I miss you too. Fuck yourself against the wall for 15 minutes right now – ass, mouth and pussy – three dildos. Use the big black ones.

I wasn’t at home – I was still at the store.

I am at the grocery store, Sir!

…I texted him in response.

Even better. I bet you’d love to fuck yourself at the grocery store my naughty slut. Okay, you can wait until you get home but undress at the door and do it as soon as you get home.

He sent his instructions. I pictured Mrs. Waxerman being around and wanting in when I get home and how awkward that may be to actually fulfill his orders to the letter.

Obviously, if someone is home then wait until they are gone.

…he clarified in a second text.

Yes Sir, of course.

…I sent him, and I didn’t hear from him again that afternoon.

Once I got home, I found the garbage men had picked up all of Janie’s stuff on the lawn. I couldn’t get it back now even if I wanted to.

I did exactly as I was told when I went inside except I went to the kitchen. I took out the almond milk and rubbed some on my asshole and pussy with my fingers after I undressed and removed Bud. I put him in my mouth as I had been taught to do, and walked upstairs to the toy chest.

I found the black dildos my husband spoke of. They were large latex dildos that were relatively rigid with suction-cup bottoms. Janie had moved them when she rummaged through the toy chest. I rolled my eyes at what she must have thought of a dildo larger than one of her Barbie dolls, and brought the three of them into the hallway.

I placed two against the wall behind me and one in front of me. I usually only had to back up and fuck myself against one dildo while sucking another, but I had done triple penetration before, though usually not with this big of a dildo.

I set Bud down next to me so that I could use my mouth on the black dildo before me.

I set my phone down as I got into position, lined up the dildos and began fucking myself back and forth in a steady rhythm. I didn’t need to warm myself up because the milky-white liquid I had rubbed in had done the trick for me. I usually didn’t take long before I could take something this big anyway.

I listened to my daughter’s day as she navigated her morning classes while I pumped myself back and forth on the wall at my husband’s instruction.

“What’re you supposed to be?” I heard one girl ask her.

“A slutty blueberry, Ma’am!” Janie answered sweetly.

“Hahah! More like a blowberry!” the snotty little girl replied to her.

“I guess so, Ma’am,” Janie answered with the same patience.

“Why are you saying ‘Ma’am’? Are you trying to make fun of me?” the girl asked. She seemed to be getting angry that she didn’t get a rise out of my daughter.

“No, Ma’am, not at all. I’m trying to show respect,” Janie answered her.

“You’ve been mean to me all year, and now you’re showing me respect?” the girl said as she left in a huff.

“I’m sorry about that, Ma’am, I didn’t know,” I heard Janie say as her voice trailed off when the girl she was talking to stormed away.

I fucked myself steadily and evenly against the wall. The plug was wide and long and reminded me of the pounding I had taken the night before at Olive Garden from those random strangers. None of them had a dick as strong, perfect and long as the one I was fucking up my own ass. It still made me feel increasingly guilty, thinking about it.

I wondered if I should just keep it to myself and not tell Tom. It was in the past and it could only harm our marriage if he knew about it. I knew that was probably the part of me that hates conflict, trying to chicken out of being honest about it, but it was something I pondered.

SN

…a boy texted my daughter two letters – I had no idea what they meant.

NO SIR!

…she texted back.

LOL! U SXY AF

…he texted back along with a picture of what I could only assume was someone else’s dick, since it was way too huge to be one of her classmates.

GROSS SIR!

I used my hands to google terms that teenagers use in chat while I fucked myself in the hallway against the two walls. It turns out SN means “Send Nudes,” and he apparently told her she was “Sexy as fuck”.

I scanned through her chat messages from this boy and it looked like every morning he sent something equally as suggestive, and usually she sent him a litany of snarky comments or sometimes photos of a naked mole rat named Rufus.

It looked like she was egging him on, though, by protesting his rude comments while feeding them so he would continue with her.

There was no name – only a phone number. I made a mental note to myself to find out who this was at her school.

I fucked myself much longer than 15 minutes as I listened to her day unfold. She made it to class and after some laughter from the students the teacher asked her how she planned to sit down.

I hadn’t thought about that – with the balloons there was no way to sit down.

“I was under the impression that we could wear these costumes all day, Sir, and if it’s okay with you I’ll just stand up for the duration of class,” she told him politely. That was thinking on her feet – I had to grant her that.

“Suit yourself, Ms. Swift, but the costume seems highly inappropriate.” The teacher’s voice had the effeminate, nasal sound of a no-nonsense kind of male teacher that could best be described as a fussbudget.

“I think it’s highly appropriate, Sir,” Janie answered him politely. I knew she probably meant it that she felt having to dress this way was appropriate training.

The teacher ignored her and continued with class.

I returned Bud to where he belonged up my ass before getting cleaned up and dressed. I did some regular chores around the house and listened to my daughter all day with fascination as to how she handled things.

There was a point where some boys were teasing her and pulling on the balloons. It sounded like they may even be trying to see if she had anything on underneath.

“It’s like you never saw boobs before, Sir,” she observed.

“Boobies? You have boobies under the balloon?” one of the boys playing with her teased.

“Everybody has boobies under their clothes, Sir, just some boobies are nicer than others!” Janie admitted.

“Why are you being so nice? And not telling us to leave you alone?” one of the boys teasing her asked.

“I don’t mind if you want to have a little fun at my expense. I don’t have anything on underneath my balloons, if you must know, Sir!” Janie said.

“You do too!” the three boys insisted.

“No, I really don’t, Sir. I’m completely naked except for blue body paint and these balloons!” she told them truthfully.

“I don’t believe it!” they insisted, and eventually ran out of steam and ran off.

I had to chuckle at how that one turned out.

I was missing Mr. Goldman’s constant attention when I went outside naked to garden and dig the hole I had started at my husband’s instruction earlier. I wondered how things had turned out for Mort when his wife found out what he was doing. I didn’t see or hear his heavy breathing, so I just continued listening to Janie’s day.

“How are you, Sir?” I heard her say politely to a boy.

“Why are you talking to me?” the boy answered in a very monotone way.

“I’ve been very mean to you. I just wanted to apologize for being rude and ask if you want to maybe take me on a date or get to know me better, Sir?” Janie asked the young man.

“SCREEEEE!!!” I heard him shout as he fled – reminding me of a wounded crab scuttling away.

I would have to make a mental note to her not to hit on boys. I knew she was trying to make amends, but it wouldn’t do for her to go around throwing herself at boys.

“Who was that?” I said into the phone – startling her when she heard me.

“He’s a weeaboo that I think likes me, Ma’am,” she answered plainly into the phone.

“What’s a weeaboo?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Ma’am,” Janie sounded confused that I would even ask.

“Why do you call him that then?” I was puzzled.

“Everyone else does, Ma’am,” she answered again, and explained that everyone calls her a stuck-up snob as well – so she must be one of those.

“Well, that’s going to change,” I promised her.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Janie said, sounding genuinely relieved.

It did seem that Janie had very few real friends or people who talked to her. At first, I thought it may just because she’s quite attractive, and that’s very intimidating, but I started to realize as the day unraveled that many people who had tried talking to her just didn’t like her reactions and weren’t going to talk to her now either.

They all seemed fairly skeptical and standoffish, and I expected at least one or two of her friends would ask why she was behaving so differently – but none did.

I made myself a sandwich and sat in the kitchen completely naked while continuing to monitor her day through the phone. I could hear everything, and when I wanted even turn on the video to watch her.

“Gross, what are you eating?” I heard her friend Chloe ask while they were at lunch.

“A hot dog, Ma’am,” Janie explained.

“What are you dipping it in? Mayonnaise?” her friend said, sounding disgusted.

“No, Ma’am, this is almond milk – would you like some?” Janie smiled.

“Gross! No way! Why are you like this?” Chloe replied, sounding confused.

“I’m trying to be better behaved, Ma’am,” Janie answered calmly.

“You’re acting like a slut! You and I used to make fun of all the sluts. Why are you sitting like that? You are eating that hot dog end-first, like a penis! All the boys are watching!” she said.

I turned on the video. I couldn’t see, but I got the distinct impression that Janie was squatting at lunch instead of sitting in a chair – which made sense, considering she had nothing but balloons for an outfit. It also meant she was probably showing the pink of her slit to anyone who wanted to look.

“I’m not acting like a bad slut, Ma’am. I’m learning to be a good one, the kind who is nice and doesn’t act stuck-up,” she said.

“Are you trying to say I act stuck-up?” Chloe demanded.

There was an awkward pause, and then I can only assume Chloe left in a huff.

Stand up

…I texted into the phone to her.

Janie did as she was told and said, “Yes Ma’am,” out loud. I heard giggling from people who thought she was talking to herself.

“May I shit and piss, Ma’am?” I heard her ask as there were more giggles.

You can text those requests to me but you are supposed to wait until after lunch. You have five minutes - As soon as the bell rings.

…I texted her, thinking that was fair.

I only have five minutes to get to class though, Ma’am

She tapped that out in a split second on her phone. She was clearly better at texting than I was.

Then you better prioritize getting to class and not take all five minutes.

I texted back what I assumed was a common sense, but realized may not seem like it to her, given the newness of her predicament.

May I use toilet paper ma’am?

…she asked in text.

Do you get to use it at home?

I texted my response.

No ma’am.

…she answered with a look of disappointment on her face.

Then get used to a crusty little ass. You better wiggle, jiggle and shake that thing dry.

I laughed as I hit send and watched her finish eating.

When the bell rang she started to head to the bathroom abruptly.

Jamal came up to her and started trying to talk to her.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I really need to shit and piss,” she said to him.

“Nasty!” he grinned. “Hey, you still want me to be your master and shit? I think I want to do it,” he asked her.

“No, sir, Mistress says you can’t,” she tried to get past him to the bathroom.

“Because I’m black!” he responded, insisting he knew the reason.

“No, because you’re blocking my daughter from using the bathroom,” I said into the phone, and to my surprise it broadcasted what I was saying loud enough for him to hear.

He quickly ran the other way and Janie started for the bathroom. I told her it was too late and she could go after her next class, and she shrugged and ran upstairs.

Each teacher seemed a bit surprised by her outfit, but despite that none of them had a problem to the point they sent her to the office. I think in part when you’re a pretty blonde girl, you can get away with a lot more than most.

I could tell there were several other kids in costumes, but none quite as provocative as hers. They also didn’t seem to have a problem with her standing during class except in this period she apparently started doing the pee-pee dance.

“Ms. Swift, it is clear from your constant dancing around that you have to use the restroom. Do you want to go?” the female teacher asked her bluntly.

“No, Ma’am, I’ll wait until after class,” Janie dutifully responded. I felt proud of her that she was willing to follow my instructions and not ask for leniency.

“Ms. Swift, if you piddle on my floor, I assure you that you will help Mr. Jenkins clean it up,” the teacher warned her.

“Absolutely, Ma’am!” Janie agreed.

Mr. Jenkins must be the janitor she had teased and gotten in trouble at her school.

When the class was over and Janie was in the bathroom, I told her to hold the camera up to her face. To my surprise she was holding Gary in her mouth with a blue balloon taped to the end of him. She was squatting over the toilet in such a way that she wasn’t actually seated but able to piss and shit.

“You will go see Mr. Jenkins and apologize to him for what you did to him. After school you will tell him that your MOTHER wants to talk to him, and hand the phone to him,” I spoke into the phone. Janie mumbled agreement.

“Clench it in your teeth and say, ‘Yes Ma’am,’” I said into the phone.

“Who are you talking too?” Chloe said from within the bathroom.

“My MOTHER, Ma’am,” Janie struggled to say around the gag in a clear voice.

I nodded and turned off the video before realizing I was sitting there without a stitch of clothing on. Janie could only see me from shoulder up, but I wondered if she realized I was topless too.

When school was finally out, Janie did go seek out the janitor.

He was behind the school, wearing a brown uniform, standing by a moped next to the dumpster. He had a harelip that he covered with a beard, and a speech impediment, and he was drinking a tall beer out of the can right next to the school.

I was a bit worried I had misjudged this guy and he may actually be a danger to Janie. He immediately cowered and started to back away when he saw her.

She held her hands up as if she meant him no harm, and approached slowly.

“You got me in trouble the last time,” Vern Jenkins, the school janitor, said meekly.

“I’m not here to get you in trouble, Sir.” Janie approached him cautiously.

“You told me you weren’t going to get me in trouble before,” Vern said with a skeptical and hurt expression on his face.

“I am truly sorry about that, Sir,” Janie apologized. “I should never have tried to show you my panties; that was wrong.”

“I never wanted to see them!” Vern insisted.

“I know, Sir, I was just trying to get you in trouble, and that was wrong,” Janie admitted.

“Why would you want to get me in trouble? What did I ever do to you?” Vern said as he stood there meekly.

“You ignored me. You didn’t seem in awe of me. You didn’t look when I intentionally skipped around you, and so I think I just got the idea in my dumb little head to try to get you in trouble to get you back,” she explained honestly.

“Why are you holding that phone then? Are you recording me?” Vern sounded paranoid she was setting him up again.

“No, Sir, my mother is listening. She instructed me to come apologize and wants to talk to you,” Janie handed him her iPhone.

He took it sheepishly, as if she was going to grab his hand when he reached for it, and held it up to his ear.

“Hello, I’m so sorry about my daughter,” I said.

“This isn’t real. You’re really her mom?” Vern asked.

“Really and truly.” I laughed slightly as I explained that I had heard what she did and wanted her to make it up to him.

“Why are you doing this? No one is this nice to me or cares about my feelings,” Vern explained.

“Look, if I had to put up with those brats all day I would drink an ice-cold beer too,” I tried to empathize with him. “Janie admitted what she did, and wanted to make amends for it. She’s receiving discipline, and the first step is to admit what she did wrong.”

“Twelve steps!” He seemed very familiar with Alcoholics Anonymous, and quickly explained that the first step was admitting you were powerless over your addictions, not making amends.

“Okay, what’s the next step?” I asked him, not being familiar with the program. I was more interested in being polite than I was in really learning about the steps.

“Come to believe a power greater than ourselves can restore us to sanity!” Vern explained.

“Well, that power is my husband Tom!” I chuckled.

“We make a decision to turn our lives over to God as we understand him, and then and only then make a moral inventory of ourselves!” Vern was quite serious.

In a way, Janie had turned herself over to Tom’s authority. I decided not to tell him that, though.

“It’s only after that when we can go admit the exact nature of our wrongs to our fellow human beings and become ready to remove the defects from our character. We must humbly beseech the removal of our shortcomings before making amends to all that we have harmed.”

“How can I make amends, Sir?” Janie sounded excited and enthusiastic, speaking from behind the phone.

“You haven’t even done the first step, and now you want to jump to making amends?” Vern asked her as he took a sip from his beer. “You could help me take out the trash and clean up around here if you’re serious, but I know you’re not,” he said to Janie.

“Sir, Janie will stay one hour after school today and tomorrow and help you with your chores. I know that’s just a start, but that’s all I can promise until my husband evaluates my decision. Do you mind if I give you MY phone number, and if my daughter doesn’t help as she should, would you mind calling me?” I asked.

“I find it difficult to believe you’re serious,” Vern said into the phone as he held it gingerly in between his dirty, calloused fingers. “I see your daughter jumping up and down for joy. No girl wants to clean up filthy garbage cans and mop floors,” he said.

“My daughter does, and will,” I promised him.

I listened as Vern put her to work. I was pleasantly surprised to discover she was helpful and considerate the entire time, and even though he was skeptical, he wasn’t dirty or perverted. He taught her why he double-bagged certain trash cans and how to use the mop.

The experience seemed to actually be helping her.

It wasn’t long before Scotty, Donny and Taylor were home. I heard them come through the backyard and the boys begin promptly popping their sister’s balloons with delighted abandon. I put down my phone and went outside.

Donny and Scotty were still in their absurd Halloween costumes.

Taylor was standing at attention with her hands behind her head and her eyes shut as the boys popped each balloon one at a time. A lot of her body paint had worn off, and yet somehow miraculously she wasn’t sent home from school for wearing the outfit.

“It mostly came off on the bus ride,” Donny explained, saying that they made her sit on the sweatiest, smelliest kid’s lap, and he busted her butt balloons.

“Popped them on his lap!” Scotty laughed.

“You realize he could see her butt-plug?” I reminded him angrily.

“Yeah, I think he knew she was wearing one,” Donny insisted angrily. He looked ridiculous in his pink fairy skirt.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked him why he had such a chip on his shoulder.

He popped another balloon and insisted he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Hope Miller didn’t dress as Cosmo today and made him look like a jackass,” Scotty admitted.

“Gloria didn’t dress as the Joker,” Donny replied, and shook his head incredulously at his brother to rub that in.

“I didn’t have a big crush on Gloria, though,” Scotty teased his brother.

“Yes, you did,” Donny argued back.

“No, I just thought she was hot. You were already married to Hope Miller and having kids in your mind,” Scotty said – a fact that was probably quite true, but only hurting Donny’s feelings. “Dude, she had a boyfriend!” Scotty reminded him.

“It doesn’t matter,” Donny shrugged with frustration.

“Look, let Fart Face here pull you off one time and you’ll feel all better,” Scotty recommended, saying he should let his sister masturbate him, as if it were therapy.

“No, I don’t feel like it,” Donny rutted about, feeling sorry for himself.

“Well, look – I need to listen to what’s going on with your other sister. Can you hose off your sister after she shits, and get her shaved and fed? Are you both going with her to babysit tonight, or just one of you?” I asked.

“Can I spank Fart Face about fifty times first?” Donny asked, still fuming about his disappointment.

“No, not unless Fart Face does something to deserve correction. You can’t just take out your frustration on your sister,” I insisted.

“It’s okay, Ma’am, I don’t mind. He can give me an attitude correction,” Taylor offered submissively.

I was confused at why she would be so generous and offer to be punished – it seemed so completely out of character for her, even after a week as a submissive. “You don’t own the ass you’re giving out. It’s not up to you if he can or cannot tan your fat little ass,” I told her.

“Sorry, Ma’am, I overstepped my boundaries,” she said, looking woeful and genuinely apologetic – another completely out-of-character expression for a face that used to always be so full of wrath and scorn.

“You can grab your ankles and open your mouth,” I told Taylor, commanding her to assume the punishment position.

“You can both take turns giving her 50 swats IF you can make it hard enough to teach her not to be so quick to offer it. She isn’t supposed to enjoy this.” I felt sympathy for my oldest son and decided that since Taylor had offered, I may as well let Donny and Scotty have at it. It would probably do her some good.

“Can I put the garden hose in her mouth while we spank her?” Scotty asked while Taylor assumed the position – she actually looked worried when he said that.

“And turn on the water?” I asked him with concern in my voice.

“Sure, you said make it so she doesn’t enjoy it,” Scotty said.

“Yes, just don’t stuff it so far down her throat she chokes and drowns,” I shrugged, and left them to their own.

When I returned to the living room I started to listen again to the phone, and it sounded like Vern was having a heart-to-heart talk with Janie about his experiences. She must have admitted to him she shoplifted, and he was saying how he grew up poor and only stole to help his family when he was growing up. He said he ended up in jail on Christmas morning when he was just a little older than her, and knew he had disappointed his mother.

I thought that was a very sad story – could possibly be the lyrics to a country and western song, though.

I turned on the video to the phone, and came to realize he had realized she wasn’t wearing anything under her costume and was having her bend over so that he could see under the one remaining un-popped balloon that precariously hid her butt crack from him.

“I’m going to have to go to school and pick up Janie,” I said as I looked out the window of the sliding glass door to our backyard. The boys were smacking Taylor’s red ass while the garden hose rained clear water out of her mouth and down her chin as she held onto her ankles.

I decided I would leave them to their fun. When I got to the door, I saw Mr. Goldman and his nephew waiting there, holding a basket.

“This is a belated Punim gift,” Mort said, offering me the basket.

“Punim gift?” I said as I accepted the decorated basket and looked at the bow on top.

“Punim is a face, and looking at mine, you certainly don’t want that, Ma’am,” Mort clarified with a grin. “It is our custom that any one of age should send a gift consisting of at least two items of food to their neighbor on the day of Purim, but I neglected the custom this year, so we are here bearing the gift now,” he said graciously.

I looked inside the basket and saw two condoms, dripping wet and full of cum, sitting in the basket as if they were treats.

“The item should require no additional preparation, and my sister believed you would appreciate the gift, Ma’am,” Mort said.

“What happened last night? Did she tell your wife?” I asked, taking the gift awkwardly. Mort may know about my custom of drinking cum, but I didn’t expect him to be so bold. I wondered what Tom may think if he saw me bring such a thing into the house.

“No, Ma’am,” Mort admitted.

“She made US tell her,” Solomon explained for his uncle.

“She thought it was a good idea that I should be taken down a notch, but made a few alterations to my sister’s plans for us,” Mort explained, and pointed to his crotch. He pulled down his shorts enough to show me a clear cock cage that he now wore around his tiny penis.

“After we filled our condoms full to the top, she locked us each in one of these,” Mort said with a look of disgust for it.

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow in surprise at that.

“I had no idea how on-board she would be with this idea. She didn’t waste any time. We went down to Adult Megastore, and the guy behind the counter knew her by name. We had to pay retail for these! Retail!” Mort seemed more disappointed with the price he paid for the cock cage then the fact he had to wear it.

“It isn’t your money any more, Uncle Mort,” Solomon tried to console him.

“True, but it’s still money,” Mort said, seeming upset. “She said that we could give you a gift on all Punims, but otherwise we’d be wearing these to control our masturbation. If we’re good, she’ll unlock us.”

“You actually don’t look too upset by that,” I said.

“Well, believe it or not…” Mort explained that he had become insanely turned-on by it. “My wife and I haven’t had sex since there was a Carter in the White House,” he said – hopefully joking. “We had sex three times last night and I loved it. My wife taught me how to eat her out the way she likes, and I didn’t even mind the smell,” he explained.

“Gross!” Solomon shook his head.

“Hey, you know what your mom promised you, didn’t you?” Mort reminded the younger Nephew.

I hoped it wasn’t sex with her.

“Yeah!” Solomon explained that if he behaves and does what he’s told, she’ll let him come to her porn set and fuck some of her friends. “As a pity fuck, obviously!” which only pleased him more.

“So I suppose you won’t be sticking your cocks through my fence anymore?” I asked, smiling at the two them – they both seemed happy.

“I could ask my wife if I’m allowed,” Mort promised. “I am her cuckold now – she wants to experience being a hot wife – like you.”

“I am no hot wife,” I told him –thinking he was trying to be flattering.

“A hot wife takes charges. She is emboldened to have sex with whoever she wants and her cuckold only fucks her when she wants,” Mort said.

“That isn’t me,” I shrugged – “Tom is still completely in charge.”

Mort seemed skeptical.

We talked a bit longer. He told me that his new nickname was “Gerk” as in “Gherkin” because of the size of his cock.

I told him that I hadn’t thought that it was because he liked tiny, sweet pickles and smiled.

He told me he was also learning to paint nails and give mani-pedis like a professional.

“You seem to actually like this a lot,” I said to him.

“I didn’t think I would – I don’t think I would have had the courage to do it if it wasn’t for you. Thank you – you’ve been a wonderful neighbor.”

I did not know what to say to that.

Afterwards they excused themselves and returned home. I went back in the house to pour the condoms into the almond milk. They were full to the brim – the guys must have masturbated at least 50 times each to give me that much.

I checked on my daughter, and she was outside pulling the two of them off in the yard. She was dripping wet from the garden hose and had each of their dicks in her hands. I brought one of the condoms outside and told her to open her mouth wide and keep her eyes open.

I upended the condom and said it was a gift from the Goldmans. I think I called it a Punim gift because I kept getting those terms confused. I ended up spilling it down her chin and across her nose, but she drank it all without question, letting it pile onto her tongue and lips.

“Dang!! That’s a lot of cum!” Donny said and watched her gobble it up; she actually blew a little bubble with it.

I slapped her hard on the front of her tit and told her not to play with her food unless instructed. “It’s good you’re getting comfortable with cum in your mouth, but you aren’t to show off unless it’s for the amusement of your betters.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Taylor had a little cum in her eye and she fluttered her long eyelashes to clear it from her eye.

“Wipe it into your mouth with your finger,” I instructed her, and told the boys they could feed her directly as well.

I didn’t expect the two out-of-breath boys to actually put their dicks in her mouth, but that’s exactly what they did as she bent over pumping their dicks with each hand.

She pumped Scotty to the point he was ready to go, and then with an impish grin gave him a tiny flick of the finger to tap his dick. Suddenly he started to spurt all over. Scotty slapped it across her face, on her mouth and on her lips, before leaving some of it on her nose and calling it a “snot trail.”

I was so shocked that I said nothing at all.

“Have you been putting your dick in your sister’s mouth all this time?” I asked curiously.

“No, you said we could just now, though.” Donny started to feed his defeated sister his giant cock right into her mouth, even though it was becoming flaccid. He looked out of breath and tired as he wiped it on her chin after his brother finished with her.

They did it so casually, as if she was merely a cum receptacle; and perhaps that is all her mouth was to them now.

“She eats our cum and shows us her tongue while she jacks us off,” Scotty explained – suddenly feeling guilty.

I looked at him and said, “You know what that is, though, right? That’s kind of a blowjob,” I explained.

“I guess it is,” Donny said, looking very guilty as he finished wiping his penis on his sister’s open mouth.

“Do you mind what they just did?” I asked Taylor.

“My mouth doesn’t belong to me – it belongs to the family, and if I mind or don’t doesn’t matter, Ma’am,” Taylor said. She looked a bit ragged after beating the two of them off and getting spanked hard.

“You can tell me how you felt about it just now, though – was that crossing the line? Because they’re going to keep doing it if you say no,” I said.

“No, I don’t think so, Ma’am,” Taylor admitted.

“Okay, then you can shoot it in your sister’s mouth, but not stick it in her mouth. Just don’t shoot in her asshole or cunt!” I insisted. “I’m very serious about that!” I explained that it was okay to rub some on her asshole, but nothing more intrusive than that.

“Wow, really?” Scotty started getting hard right in front of me again, and asked if that included Muffins, too.

I really hadn’t thought about that. It had seemed like we were definitely going too far on things now, but they had already used their sister’s mouth and there was no going back on that. “I think perhaps that is a bit too far, especially for Muffins to do that,” I explained.

“Muffins, do what?” Janie opened the screen door and walked right in wearing nothing but a few balloons. Vern was standing behind her, and the grizzled man looked overwhelmed to see two teenage boys with their dicks out, standing by a raven-haired naked girl.

“That’s my sister, Fart Face,” Janie said to introduce Taylor, and went to go stand next to her in the same position. She was still covered in balloons and some blue body paint, but the boys popped most of those right away. “These are my brothers, Lord Donny and Lord Scotty! Don’t pay attention to how they’re dressed – it’s just cosplay!”

“Janie? How did you get home? And what did I tell you about bringing uninvited guests?” I said with alarm as her brothers finished popping her costume in front of the dirty old janitor.

“It’s Muffins, if you please, Ma’am, and Mr. Jenkins gave me a ride on the moped. On the way here I lost Gary, and he stopped and put him back in for me, and I had to explain I’m under discipline – he said he didn’t believe me,” she said.

“Well, do you believe her now?” I asked him tensely. I was afraid he may be angry or call the police and report me. She was now almost completely naked, save for a little blue body paint around her torso that only accentuated the crease of her pussy lips and did nothing to hide her bared nipples.

“I think I’d like to stay and watch a bit in order to be sure this is real,” Mr. Jenkins said with the look of a man who’d played the lottery for 50 years and finally won, but was trying to contain his excitement.

“Offer your guest a refreshment, then, and then get back out here, Muffins,” I told Janie.

She ran over to him and kneeled at his feet. “May I offer you a beer, Sir?”

I was a little shocked that Janie felt comfortable offering him alcohol, but when Mr. Jenkins asked for “two,” I knew he was going to be fine with what he saw that afternoon.

Janie came back and served it to him. I would have to teach her how to use a tray to serve properly when we had more time. The boys popped the rest of her balloons and spanked her just like they had her sister while he sat on the patio and watched with a delighted expression on his face.

“I’m so happy,” he kept repeating softly to himself.

I taught the girls to high-step around the yard. I used a small stick to help guide their knees up and popped their tits when they didn’t quite step properly. I taught them to walk in step, side by side, while they lifted their knees. Janie took to it quite naturally, holding her shoulders back.

“If you can keep this matter between us,” I said, telling him quietly that he could help by reporting on her behavior at school and I would also have one of the girls give him some hand relief. I had to hint a few different times before Scotty explained, “Mom means my sisters will jerk you off.”

“Oh, I’m afraid my pump don’t work like it once did, but I’d love it if they hold it,” Vern smiled, his teeth stained by years of cigarette smoke.

Janie impishly started to unbuckle his pants and unzip him when I told her to use her teeth to take it out, the way I had shown Taylor.

My youngest unzipped his pants with her mouth and when his wrinkled, flaccid penis flopped out, I thought it smelled awful, but she smiled at it like it was a prize.

“Look at those balls!” she said as she held his smallish cock in her hands. The cock itself was only four inches long while soft, but the balls were long and droopy – oversized.

Scotty, Donny, and Taylor couldn’t help but look either. I had to admit, they were the biggest balls I’d ever seen.

“Heavy and pendulous!” Donny observed with a wry wit.

“Swinging to and fro,” Scotty mused.

“Can you tie them over your shoulder like a continental soldier?” Donny asked him with amusement.

Vern didn’t hear them – he was in a bliss of his own. My daughter’s tiny, delicate hand holding his wrinkled penis like it was an award for Miss Teen America and she had just won it.

“Are you going to give her the other condom?” Scotty asked, nodding toward the basket containing the Goldmans’ gift. I had actually wanted to put that in my tea and see how it tasted myself. I know that makes me sound like a downright slut, but I do love the taste of cum after years of being trained to love and worship my husband’s cock.

“I suppose so,” I said reluctantly. I think like Donny – despite being a Libra and wanting things to be equal by my nature, I also favor and baby my youngest. I really didn’t want to watch her eat the cum out of a stranger’s condom, but when I held it over her mouth and watched it slowly drip into her throat – drop by drop while she gobbled it hungrily – I have to admit, it was very sexy.

Rachel Goldman would have probably said she had a future in porn if she had seen how Janie devoured the cum without wincing or scrunching her nose.

Vern asked that Taylor handle his cock as well, and I nodded to her to do the same while I fed Janie the last of the content of the condoms.

Taylor squatted down at his cock and began to rub it lovingly, as if to breathe life into it and make it hard, but to no avail. Vern seemed impressed at the effort, but assured us he would not get hard, and he was right.

“Okay, it won’t be long before Mr. Vulgus arrives to take Fart Face to babysit, and I need to come up with some things to do with Muffins while you’re gone,” I finally said after allowing Vern his time having his cock lovingly handled and teased by my girls. “We need to get you shaved, and that includes that little wisp of cunt hair you have, Janie.”

The blonde pubes were much more apparent, given she still had some blue body paint on her torso.

“Can I go with them tonight, Ma’am? I’ll be a good girl,” Janie begged and squatted down in the begging position with her tongue hanging out.

I smacked her tits and told her not to beg that way unless permitted.

“Oh my!” Vern looked pleased. It looked like his cock reflexively twitched slightly as if it were trying to get hard when I swatted my daughter’s puffy nipples.

“You will only slow things down there. It’s already all they can handle watching Fart Face’s naked ass bounce around at the wedding. They don’t need you getting in the way,” I insisted before excusing myself to answer my phone. It was ringing in the living room and may be Tom.

“Hi, are we still on for tonight?” my friend Helen asked.

“Still on?” I asked with a surprised expression before remembering that a neighbor named Helen I had met a few weeks earlier had promised to come by for dinner. “Was that tonight?” I asked Helen.

“Well, I sent you some emails but you didn’t reply. I didn’t want to invite myself over – so if it’s not convenient, then perhaps some other time?”

“No, that’s fine,” I said as I covered the phone and walked outside.

“Fine, you can go, but your brothers are in charge, and you will come home exactly as your sister does,” I said as Janie enthusiastically bounced up and down naked in front of Mr. Jenkins, the janitor.