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I had heard that she had asked other female employees but they all quit after a couple of days. At first I was hesitant but she offered ten dollars an hour. Here I am a single forty year-old woman struggling to make ends meet and though I'm not a snob, I had a life plan when I graduated high school, which was to go to college, get a degree, get a good paying job and move to suburbia with whatever guy I was going to marry, it would be a life that would make my parents proud of me. I was finishing up a TV drama when Susie announced that she was done with her homework. Susie goes to a private school, whose tuition is probably more than I make in year. There was another drama show coming and Susie wanted to stay up and watch it but since it was a school night, you can guess who won. The Kings were very well off, so staying at their house was quite a treat. The first night I babysat I went up stairs with Susie to her room. Her room was bigger than my 1 bedroom apartment. I was impressed and Susie beamed. I asked her about the doggie bed at the foot of her bed because they didn -(TM)t have dog. Susie replied that her mother was working on getting her a puppy. I smiled as I looked around the room. -That -(TM)s a pretty big doll house, - I said nodding the huge play house in the corner of the room. -It -(TM)s a dog house, for the doggie that my mom is working on. - I walked over to the dog house and look inside. It was huge like a person could fit in it. There was a ramp to the second floor which had a doggie bed in the room. I walked around the other side to see what looked like a kitchen, it had two dog bowls, one with water in it and another with dog food. I came back around smiling and nodding my head. -Wow, pretty impressive. - Susie beamed again. Like I said, Mrs. King owned the string of grocery stores that I happened to work at. I was a stocker, had been for 22 years, right out of high school. Anyway, as she slowly walked out of the living room Susie asked, "Elizabeth?" "What punkin?" "Dont call me punkin. Only mom can call me that. Besides I'm too old to be called that. - Susie stopped the hallway. "Quit stalling,... come on!" I smiled. "Okay, But can I ask you one last thing?" "Sure one last question. What is it?" "I overheard my Mom make a joke the other day that I didn't get. She was talking with some of her friends, and she was bragging about the employees who work for her and saying stuff like they'd probably work for lots less that she already pays them, then she goes on sayin poor and uneducated people are only happy when they're know their place and stuff. Then she said this dumb joke that made everybody laugh! Something like: "You cant teach an old dog..." "...new tricks?" I sighed. "Yeah that's it! What does that mean?" she asked. "Well...Susie (deep sigh) its a common phrase that means it is challenging to teach an older person something new, usually because that person has been doing things a certain way for so long that they're too stubborn or stupid to learn how to do it differently." Why did I say the word -~stupid -(TM)? "Oh...I get it." "Right. Anyway, there are employees at her store where I work that keep doing the samething and aren -(TM)t interested in learning something new. - "Yuck. How boring." "Yes, it is." "Why were mom and her friends laughing though? Are there a lot of old people who work for her?" "I guess there are but I think your mom was making a little joke about the people that work for her, that's all." "You mean older people like you?" "Well, I'm sure she didn't mention me specifically. There are a lot of people of different ages who work at her stores, right?" "Yeah... But that -(TM)s still kind a mean joke, huh? I'm sorry Elizabeth if you don't have vey much money." "That's okay. There's no need to feel sorry for me. Just because I wear a smock at Kings doesn't mean I'm any less important than you or anybody else! Also remember, I'm forty years-old so I get to do things like drive and stuff! So I get go anywhere I want and can date guys and earn my own money. See? There are trade-offs to not being super rich." I replied smiling. "Yeah, but even when I grow up to your old age I can do all that stuff myself, won't you still be working at my mother -(TM)s store dressed in that smock?" Susie smirked, catching herself quickly with down cast eyes. I frowned and a knot grew in my stomach as I quietly looked down. Susie turned and walked up the stairs. She was right of course. "Very funny. Goodnight Susie." I yelled out. As I sat on the couch, I tried to pretend Susies dig didn't bother me, but I really did. She was just a pre-teen girl after all. Why hadn't I mentioned my life plan to her and that I wouldn't be like this forever? Because it's silly to justify myself to an eleven year-old girl, I reasoned, still blushing beat red at not defending myself! So I sat there in the living room and fumed over the little brat's words until Mrs. King came home at 11. I was somewhat chilly to her after what I'd heard, but I wouldn't dare confront her about the joke or what Susie told me. As Mrs. King was getting my coat from the closet, some pieces of strange looking costume fell from the top shelf. Mrs. King smirked when I asked what is was. She said it was only some silly Halloween costume that Susie had made for her last babysitter, as a joke, but the silly little babysitter was unwilling to wear it and she quit the next day. I looked at the pieces on the floor, it looked like a store smock, some straps and what looked like some knee pads. "Don't be surprised if she tries to talk you into parading around in it someday." Mrs King smiled and handed me my coat before stuffing the parts costume into the back of the closet. Sitting in my dumpy one bedroom apartment and absent-mindedly stroking my King smock, I ran Susie -(TM)s smirking comments over and over in my head! I was confused I didn't get angrier over Mrs. Kings opinion of all us "little people" who work our asses off for her, let alone baby-sit her brat! Part of me wanted to quit sitting altogether, and another felt that I shouldn't be goaded so easily by silly gossip, christ I was forty already and this wasn -(TM)t high school. I knew myself to be above such stuff, and even if Mrs. King snickered behind my back at me and my background, that was her problem, not mine. Though I was only wearing my bra and panties, I put my smock on, looking myself over in the mirror. I hated what it represented and felt hurt and humiliated after what I now knew, and was puzzled to feel a familiar warmth down there, and I quickly pealed the smock off and angrily threw it into my closet, fighting back the tears. Wasn't I just embarrassing myself for choosing to silently hang around the King -(TM)s if this is what they secretly thought of me? Plus would staying there only prove Mrs King's point that about people like me accepting their table scraps like they were pieces of pure gold? I put it all from my mind and sunk off to sleep, resolved to forgive and forget. After an eight hour shift at the store I rode the city bus over to the gated community where the Kings lived. Susie had completed her homework early so I let her watch a TV show. "I'm sorry about what I said last night about you being grateful to be stuck at my mother -(TM)s store. It was rude, wasn't it?" Susie asked sounding more casual than repentant, munching on some popcorn and glued to the TV. I made a face, thinking to myself. I didn't remember Susie hadn't said anything about me being grateful last night. I shifted on the couch uncomfortably, feeling a familiar warmth in my secret spot again. Why would I feel that right now? I spoke to Susie trying to impress her with how unruffled I was. "Yeah, it was rude, but its okay. You're eleven, and I forgive you. Remember you've got to watch out for being a snob when you grow up, with all the privilege you have!" Susie looked at me, her eye brows raised. "Um, are you calling my mother a snob?" "Huh?" my throat went dry. "You were, weren't you? You just called me and mom a snob!!!" her voice escalating in defensiveness. "Hey, no I didn't! Uh...w-what I said was -" "I know what you said. She won't like hearing about this when she gets home. - She sat there stareing straight ahead. "Susie, why are you being like this? Please honey. You know I didn't mean to." Susie got up from the couch and suddenly turned off the TV with the remote and turned around, staring at me coldly She tossed the remote to the couch and put her hands on her hips. Now I knew enough about babysitting to know that if I showed weakness, I'd never get her respect back. I had to calm her down without losing face. "Sit up! On the edge of the couch..." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. Sit upright close to the edge, like I said." There was a tense few moments, but I figured whatever it took to calm her down. Maybe she'd forget about it by the time her mom got home. Reluctantly I did as she asked, but I folded my arms to let her know she's might be in trouble for such cheekiness. I pulled myself forward so my butt was perched on the edge of the couch as she walked in front of me, my face a few feet from her budding chest. "Okay, I'm here. What now...?" I said in a firm voice. Susie reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled mailing envelope waving it in front of my face, with a smug look. "I told mother what we talked about last night, and she told me to offer you whats in this envelope, in exchange for whatever I ask you to do. - She paused and looked down at me. -Mother said that even though you'll resist and complain, that before I go upstairs to bed you'll take me up on the offer, if you wanna keep sitting me." I smiled. Somebody just played their hand, and lost. Nice try though. "Susie,...somebody's telling fibs. Your mother would never say something like that." For a moment, her face seemed to fall, as if she hadn't expected me to see her coming. She fingered the envelope and her smug smile returned. "Are you prepared to lose you job sitting for me...if you're wrong?" I sighed, dropping my folded arms to my lap. I wasnt of course, but I couldn't let her know that. She continued. "Besides...aren't you curious what's in the envelope mother left for you? Not even just a little? Could be a check? A folded twenty? Or a fifty? Maybe more? Anything! All waiting just for you..." I reached out for the envelope, but Susie stepped back out of reach And I instantly realised I'd allowed myself too much interest to play innocent anymore. "Nuh huh huh...you get this only if you earn it!" Susie said, all smiles, shaking the little envelope a few feet before me as I stared daggers at her. I sighed "Okay, not that I'm agreeing to even playing this game! - but assuming we were, what would the price of me getting that silly envelope?" "I dunno...maybe you get to...um...you put your nose in my rear... for 10 seconds, and...you don't pull away!" She giggled, proud of herself for the guts to say it aloud. I frowned, trying to hide my mirth. This was it? For an eleven year-old girl, she sure acted like a four year old sometimes! This was grade school stuff, but I was curious about what prize Mrs. King had left for me. I could see Mrs. King -(TM)s handwriting on the envelope, so I knew it really was from her. This game was just Susie trying to tweak me a little. And, as long as no one saw us, it was probably worth it, as humiliating as the idea was. The act of me putting my nose in her rear meant nothing. She was wearing jeans, so it was just a spoiled eleven year-old's idea of embarrassing her babysitter, thats all. That's what I told myself, as I Ignored that familiar feeling between my legs. I took a deep breath and called her over. Susie stepped up to me and turned around then bent over putting her hands on her knees, her rear facing me. She looked over shoulder. -I have to feel your nose on my rear, right here, - she pointed at location where her, well, her brownie would be. I hesitated. -Are you going to do it or not? - she smiled as she waved the envelope at me. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned forward. -For ten seconds - she said in a husky voice. I didn -(TM)t say anything but put on my nose where she wanted it and she counted to ten, slowly. A half-hour later, after our little game, Susie had gone to bed, I remembered Mrs. King wouldn't be coming home this evening, only her maid. After the maid came in and didn't hand me a payment, I knew Susie was telling the truth. I refused to give Susie the satisfaction of opening the envelope when she gave it to me, so when I walked out the gate of the community and headed home I looked at the envelope. About half-way home my couriosty got the better of me an I stopped and looked at it again, I opened the envelope and found Mrs. Kings letter inside, which I nervously read: "Dear Elizabeth, Opening this means you've done as my daughter asked, I am pleased you accepted Susans offer. Contained in the envelope is the exact the amount you are worth for having accepted such a silly offer..." I quickly fumbled to open the envelope and found nothing but... a single penny. My stomach did flip flops and my fists clenched into a ball and my face burned with humiliation, but not at Susie, or even her mother. The anger was at myself. I forced myself to continue reading. "Starting now, you will no longer be paid the ten dollars an hour to baby-sit her. Instead, you will be paid the amount in envelope she gives you each evening. Tonight, you will take this penny home and place it in a secret spot for one hour. I think we both know where this spot is, don't we? You will then remove your special penny and place it on the night stand next to your bed. You will then worship this little penny of yours by kneeling in front of the night stand and staring at it each morning when you get up and every evening before bed. You will think kind thougths of my eleven year-old daughter. You may never remove it from its new home, because it personally came from my daughter, and that makes it special. Love, Mrs. King" I stared at the letter with a huge ugly knot in my stomach and a hot moist little wet feeling growing in my gut. I was burning with shame that Mrs. King goddamned knew very well about what Susie had me do. Blood rushed to my face as I struggled to keep from crying. I stared down at the penny in my hand, my payment for sticking my nose in her daughter's little butt. I dropped the penny on the sidewalk and tore up the letter. I stormed home in a daze. How could Mrs. King be so cruel? After how hard I worked in her stupid store for the last twenty-two years, not to mention looking after that spoiled brat of hers? Mrs King was just humiliating me, and people like me, who have to work for a living! In my mind working elevated me abover her. At least I earned what I had, and wasn't born into being an a rich spoiled brat, I fumed angrily! I swallowed hard resolving never set foot in their house again! However, my resolve disappeared and I felt queasy at the thought that Susie might have actually read this letter after her mother wrote it. If so, then I could forget about her ever respecting me again. But for some odd reason I did care about what Susie thought about me. I still had something to prove to her, I guess, and didn't want to leave her with this repulsive image of her adult babysitter. It took me half an hour to walk home, twenty minutes to sulk, and another half hour to walk back and get on my knees to find that damn penny. I did this all in a daze. I knew it had to be that exact penny too. I wanted it so I could confront Susie with it. I was sure, after thinking the whole thing through, that Susie would be as horrified as I was, and confront her mother, and we could talk the whole thing out. I found it at the same spot where I'd dropped it, still there on the sidewalk, with pieces of the torn up letter around it. I smiled at how shiny it was and then felt instantly stupid. But I picked it up and gathered the pieces of the note so I could prove what it said to Susie, who would never believe such words from her mom without proof. That night I studied the crumpled, taped together letter sitting next to the penny. I frowned as I realized I'd placed in on the night stand next to my bed as the note said to, but reasoned that it was simply the most practical place to stare at my new penny. However, there was no fucking way I was going to do anything obscene with it, no matter what the note said. As I laid in bed that night, I cried a lot, confused and puzzled by why I'd gone back for the penny and the letter. I knew that neither Mrs. King or Susie would know if I was actually doing what they'd asked. No one would know but me. I could just say I did, right? I didn't wanna feel proud of my new penny, as I earned it in a stupid humiliating way, and I was clearly being insulted by taking such a drastic babysitting pay cut. I just needed to talk to Mrs. King directly about it, to straighten all this out. I needed the money that babysitting Susie provided. This was $10 an hour, for five hours a night, five nights a week for at least the next couple of weeks, and that was too much to give up without a fight. I would also hide this gruesome side of Mrs. King from her daughter. I believe Susie knew nothing of the actual amount, in fact she speculated it could be a fifty dollar bill I remembered. Why not let her believe this, as long as I could get Mrs. King to agree to hide my secret. Susie was just teasing me with her hiney games. Quite harmless really. I had to protect Susie, plus preserve my dignity in order to continue sitting for her. The next morning I spent some time looking at my penny, ate breakfast, then dragged myself to the mega-store to work stocking shelves, the same job that I had been doing for twenty some years, -~old dogs and new tricks, indeed -(TM) I thought. I was dreading that evening babysitting Susie, but excited about talking to Mrs. King when she came to the store today, so I could keep collecting the $10 an hour check. In fact I was sure that the envelope would contain just that, and I would play along with Mrs. Kings weird little one time joke, putting the lurid section of her letter out of my mind altogether! I was disappointed though as Mrs King had not come by the store like she usually did. I shrugged my shoulders as I headed out to catch the bus to Susie -(TM)s house. I would talk to Mrs King when she got home later that evening. That evening, I was disappointed a second time when Susie said her mom wouldn't be home again, and in fact, would be working late every night this week. I silently pouted to myself as I watched a TV show while Susie did her homework. After she had finished her homework, Susie came over the couch and stood in front of me with a smile. "Okay, you know what time it is, right? - -No, what? - I asked not looking at her, but trying to see around her at the TV. I had an idea though. Susie ignored me as she reached into her pocket and held up another crumpled envelope to my face, with a excited look, eyeing me carefully. I forced a polite smile back at her. "Okay, but if I agree, you promise to mind me and not be a pain otherwise? - I picked up the remote and turned the TV down. "No way. You've gotta do your little trick for me first. Then your reward is the envelope. I do what I want, as usual and, um, you have to call me Susan and not Susie anymore, and I get to call you Ellie." My face flushed over her words 'little trick' and my name, I hated being called Ellie, but I screwed down my anger over the tone she'd used with me and continued. "Susie, - -Susan. - -Susan, right now it's just a game, but what your doing is not very nice. If I told you I didn't really like this game and it deeply bothered me and was starting to hurt my feelings, wouldn't that make you feel bad inside? Susan paused. She suddenly looked guilty. This was something clearly she hadn't considered. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well...when you put it like that, yeah, I guess so. Does it bother you? - I paused, unsure of what to say next. Here was a chance to end this nonsense right now, I didn't wanna lose face by admitting it did bother me if she wouldn't show compassion. My hope was to embarrass her into stopping her little game. Susan spoke first and broke my train of thought. "I'm sorry if you don't like this game, and but mother said you could quit if you're prepared to give up your stocking job at the store. - -Lose my job? Is that what you're saying? - I looked up at her. -Please keep your job, okay? It's a lot of fun having you sit with me, and I'm afraid mother wouldn't even let you babysit me anymore if your not working for her at the store! - I sighed, in defeat again. The poor thing didn't even realise she was threatening me with losing my job. My warmth and the ugly sensual knot between my legs was going nuts at how far I'd sunk. I was on the verge of tears of shame, but I couldn't let this eleven year-old know that. Susan continued. "Mom said there's a special treat for you in the envelope this time! Much more than last night. All waiting just for you...once you earn it! - My mouth watered as I flashed on the $10 per hour check for babysitting for tonight and last night. Sure it was a gamble, but worth it. I'd feel so silly afterwards, for doubting Mrs. King like that. "Okay, what is it this time?" I sighed. "Well, it's four things." "Four? You mentioned three just a moment ago. - -I just decided on four. - -Well, okay," I shrugged my shoulders. "What are they?" "You keep you nose in my butt for 30 seconds this time and you don't pull away!" She smiled as she turned around and walked half-way across the large living room, her butt facing me. She looked over her shoulder at me. I nodded my head. "That's one, what's the other three?" "I call you Ellie." I nodded my head even though I should have talked her out of this one. -That -(TM)s two. - -You will call me Susan from now on. - I nodded my head. "And the last one?" "Um, well," "Come on out with it." Making a hand motion. "You have to bark like a dog twice." Susan said quickly. I tried to rationalize everything. 30 seconds with my nose in the back of her jeans wasn't degrading and if I acted like I was the one doing her a favor by calling her Susan and letting her call me Ellie, well, that's what everybody called me when I was her age, but I never like the name. But barking like a dog? I just needed to hide how much that bothered me. I hoped that she would soon tire of the whole game. I sat back a little on the couch and waved her to come over she shook her head. "Nope. You come over to me this time...and... uh...you have to...er...crawl over on your hands and knees?" Susan sounded embarrassed and her voice was husky and I could tell this was more than just a game to her. I felt angry for thinking this eleven year-old so innocent and sweet. Was she just using me, like her mom? I shrugged my shoulders and I slid off the couch, getting on my hands and knees. "Now bark like a dog, two times." "Arf, arf" I did my best impression. Susan had a huge smile on her face. "Now crawl over to me." I crawled over to her, too numb to cry, already knowing there wasn't any check for $10 an hour in that envelope. So why was I doing this? Why? I flinched when Susan pulled her jeans down to her ankles. Exposing her doggie print underwear. She hooked her fingers into the waist band of the underwear and pulled that down also. I was starring at her ass crack. She bent over at the waist and put her hands on her knees, slightly spreading her cheeks. She looked over shoulder at me. "Come on, 30 seconds." I pushed my nose between her ass cheeks and buried my face in her ass. She counted to 30, slowly. As I walked home with fresh tears stinging my face, I clutched Mrs. King's note in my hands as if it was my only salvation. The second penny she'd given me was deeply imbedded in my hand as I clutched it in anger. But I didn't throw it away this time, saving myself the extra trip back. When I got home, I slammed my apartment door and cried for over an hour. Then I read Mrs. Kings note but it wasn -(TM)t from Mrs King, it was Susans hand writing. "Dear Ellie, I like that name, I had a puppy with that name when I was six. I am so looking forward to having another one. But I happen to know you were a naughty little girl and didn't hide my penny in your secret spot as you were ordered. This makes me very disappointed in you and makes me wonder if you don -(TM)t think my wishes are important to you. Placing your nose between my cheeks is a harder command that you have obeyed so I don -(TM)t why you can -(TM)t accomplish such a simple instruction from last night. For this you must be punished. Tonight you will place my second penny, (now known as your punishment penny) inside your cunt and keep in there while you kneel in front of the night stand and stare at the first one thinking of me. You will then tickle your cunt and think of my sweet, brown, smelly, wrinkled muscle to get the your punishment penny wet. Afterwards you will place the moistened little punishment penny next to yesterdays penny on the nightsand. You will sniff your punishment penny as you tickle your cunt thinking of me and all the wonderful tricks you will do for me. You will be riding the crest of that beautiful wave, but never finishing the wave. Do we understand each other? No riding your pleasure to its natural climax. Stop just before. You will then re-insert the punishment penny and sleep with it inside you. Keeping it nice and warm and safe for me. Tomorrow morning, you are to give your punishment penny a ride all day at work and not take it out of your cunt until you meet me tomorrow night! Do as I wish and be thankful for your nice penny, which you got for being good, and your punishment penny which you got for being naughty. Mother tells me that you might be confused about your new position in my home life, but don't worry. She tells me that your salary at work will be reduced by 50 % because she's knows your only half as valuable as her other employees since you -(TM)re an old dog learning new tricks! Thinking of your two pennies every night and sniffing them will make you understand your place in my world. Don't disappoint me now, I am counting on you. Love, Susan" I had to hold it inside myself with my hand during my shower, for fear of losing it down the drain. I blocked out the rest. As I lay in bed I was thinking of what I was slowly becoming. Who I was becoming inside, and the way I was coming to think of myself. I rolled over on my side thinking how much these two coins were running my life. The power and my self-respect I was giving to that eleven year-old. And the worst part was...I felt proud that I'd earned the pennies! That I'd please Susan so well, she's allowed me one of her precious pennies! I was disgusted at work the next day wearing my smock. Tried to pretend none of this was happening. Mrs King stopped by the store. She saw me in the aisle and smiled, I quickly turned away in embarassment. Fuck, I was already struggling to make ends meet without the extra baby-sitting money - let alone the half cut in pay! If this kept up, I'd lose my small one-bedroom apartment! Surely Mrs. King knew this, didn't she? I couldn't lose my apartment over a few worthless pennies? Could I? That evening we didn't even bother with the homework or watching TV. When I walked in the door and saw Susan, I stared at her coldly. She smiled at me and said nothing as she turned and walked up the winding staircase. She looked over her shoulder at me, then made a -come on - sign with her index finger. In a fog, I followed her up the stairs and into her room. -Close the door, - she said in a husky voice as she stood in the middle of the room. I closed the door, turned to face her but couldn -(TM)t look her in the eyes. Her arrogant eleven year-old attitude, the way she was dressed in a simple one piece flowered dress that came mid-thigh and tennis shoes with pink ankle socks and the way she flounced her blonde pony tailed hair in my face as she stood a little too close, much closer than she usually stood next to me, both angered and excited me at the same time. "Okay, let's get it over with!" Susan smiled looking at me. I frowned, as I unbuttoned my pants, ready to show her the penny and trying to hide my growing arousal. She held up a finger for me to stop, surprising me. Was I doing something wrong, I was suddenly worried. I glanced down and noticed a large paper bag on the floor. Susan bent over, picked up the bag and dumped it on the floor. My eyes got wide as I stared at the strange looking objects on the floor. My pulse started to race when realized what the things were. A leash, dog collar with 'Ellie' inscribed on it, four doggie paws, two straps, and a set of floppy dog ears. It was some of the same stuff I saw in the closet the other night. I was trying not to tremble as Susan stepped a few inches to me, saying nothing but looking at me. She peered up at me and blew her breath into my face, I flinched a little unnerved. "What did I have to eat?" She asked as she smirked. "I dunno. But you might wanna brush you're teeth a little more often," I said in defiance. She reached up and slapped my face, and I felt the blood rush to it, as I stood there too stunned to move. I couldn't believe she'd just done that, hell I'm an adult, and while I knew I should yell at her, I was weak and aroused as an animal in heat! "I really want you to be a good Ellie, smell my breath, and tell me how much you like it, understand?" The pre-teen smiled at me as I nodded quickly this time. She opened her mouth and breathed what smelled like day old junk food. "Susan, your mouth smells like...day old pop corn and lots of candy, and it makes me so...feel...too aroused and...happy and proud you'd share it with me..." It all came flowing out of me as I almost melted in front of her. I fought the tears now, my face burning with humiliation. I couldn't stop looking at her beautiful long tongue and wanting to melt my mouth into hers. She closed her mouth and and a smrik came over her face. She seemed satisfied and I felt myself get instantly moist and was sure my underwear was soaked at least a little! Susan leaned next to me and grabbed the waist of my pants in her hands. She was leaning against me, her warmth and... I didn't know why every touch from her was making me more aroused and getting me to think of her in such a carnal way! I guess for the last couple of days I was secretly attracted to her, I'd just never allowed myself to feel it before. Then the eleven year-old roughly yanked down my pants to my ankles, leaving them in a bunched at my feet. I could feel the cool air of the room. She stepped back from me and my eyes caught her eyes, but she looked embarrassed. "What are you looking at, Ellie? Don't look at me!" "Sorry." I mumbled and looked away. Stealing a quick glance into her smug little face as she worked my undies down next. It suddenly occured to me that I could feel myself falling in love with her but hell there was a thirty year age difference. Anyway, I was eager to dig out my punishment penny and ask her if she wanted me to sniff it for her. Soon my panties were at my ankles too. She reached up slapped me again. "...this is supposed to be punishment Ellie! Get that stupid smile off your face!" she barked at me, although I wasn't even aware I was smiling. "Step out of your clothes. - I lifted my foot and pulled it out of my jeans and panties, then stepped on my jeans I pulled my other foot out. -Okay, Ellie. Dig it out." I reached inside myself and found the penny, working it out and holding it up for her inspection. "I can't believe mom actually found somebody at work dumb enough to actually do it this time!" she giggled. I frowned and shrugged my shoulders, realizing I was the joke, and the first one dumb enough to not only fall for it, but to become aroused be it! "Okay, you may as well get something outta this. Go on...sniff it." Susan smiled as she stepped back, folding her arms and stared at me. I looked at the penny with sudden disgust and wanted to throw it at her. How could she and her mother be so fucking mean to another person? It wasn't fair! These were my feelings they were playing with! I had dreams of giving my love to another person when I was younger, a lover and friend who would value what I had to offer, not laugh at it! Every sexual urge I had I was being mocked by this eleven year-old. "...go on, Ellie, you know you really wanna. SNIFF it like a dog." Each time I tried to fight the urge, I'd read Mrs. King and Susans letters or see Susan smirking at me and I'd get weak and aroused all over again. I brought the coin to my nose and inhaled my own vaginas smell. It made me dizzy it smelled so good! I wanted to hug Susan for making me feel so loved and warm inside! I found my other hand drifting down between my legs, against my will. I wanted to cry tears of joy as I sniffed my smelly little penny! It's like only Mrs King and Susan know who I really am! Only these two know the secret of my true worth... Of what I have to give. And what my only value is. As a forty year-old single woman who stocked shelves at their store. "You stupid bitch! You fucked up! You're supposed to punished, and here you are playing with yourself?" Susan was practically screaming now, and I was still riding off my high, I didn -(TM)t know what to do next! In seconds she was slapping my hand away from my crotch and I had crumpled onto the floor in a heap, sobbing and begging her forgiveness. It was ugly and even though she was just eleven years-old, here I was at her feet acting like dim witted dog too stupid to understand its mistake! Susan called the maid, much to my embarrassment, and the eleven year-old took an envelope from her dress pocket and threw it at me! "Here you stupid ass kisser. This is all you deserve now!" I picked up the envelope too stunned to defend myself, knowing I was wrong! Knowing it was me who had caused her get mad, it was all my fault. "First you didn't even do as mother asked the first night, and now this? This time you've fucked up so bad! I'm telling mother everything, now get out of my house you pathetic brown nosed cunt!!!" Susan scolded. Before I knew it, I was thrown from the house by the maid and Susan. Susan threw my jeans at me as they both turned around and walked back inside, slamming the door! I stood on the porch naked from the waist down knocking on the door, but the maid said she'd call the police if I continued. I sat down on the steps and pulled my jeans on then got up and started to walk away, I looked inside the envelope, it was empty. Not even a penny. I wasn't even worth that now! I never thought I'd sink this low in my life! I gave up and sobbed like a baby all the way back home! I felt like shit for letting Susan down like that! I really was barely worth the one cent she -(TM)d paid me, and here I was screwing up all over again! As I walked home, I saw that the door to my apartment had been jimmied open! I scrambled into my bedroom and my worst fears were confirmed! Now my original penny was gone! Susan and the maid must've driven over taken it! Susan had warned me I'd gone too far this time! More tears flooded as I lay my head against the spot where the penny I'd been so casual with had been, sniffing the spot in shame and self hate! What a stuck up fool I'd been! I'd gratefully shove that penny up my insides this very instant if I could. I found some spare change in my purse, and tried to masturbate myself with those, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the coin, it was Susan's penny's that I'd been so quick to under- appreciate! She had given it to me personally. I'd known a peace I could never express, while thinking of how lucky I was to sniff her ass! In hysterical pity and self disgust, I lay there stroking myself and crying myself to sleep, my head laying on my nightstand. At work I went through the motions, didn -(TM)t talk to anybody and wished that Mrs King would come to the store so I could apologize to her but she never came. Several days later there was an envelope taped to my work locker. I quickly looked around as I snatched the envelope off the locker door. At home, I sat on my bed and eagerly tore the envelope open, I had Susan -(TM)s handwriting. My heart sored and my stomach tingled and my cunt suddenly leaked. -Dear Ellie, You have disappointed me very badly. It was your fault that you couldn -(TM)t control yourself, you were the bad doggie who couldn -(TM)t follow a simple command. If you want to get on my good side again, come to my house Saturday morning. I expect to see you here. Love, Susan - I sat on the edge of my bed and cried, clutching the note to my chest. She want -(TM)s me back! I arrived at their house late Saturday morning. I was nervous as hell when I knocked on the door and the maid answered. She saw it was me and said nothing, but frowned. The maid told me I was to use the service entrance from this day on and showed me where it was. Unsure and puzzled, I followed the maid around the back, as I was apparently supposed to, she then she led me toward a back porch, where I found Mrs. King and Susan eating lunch. "Well Ellie, Susan told me about your ability to learn new tricks. I suppose we all know why you're here, don't we?" Mrs. King seemed so regal and sophisticated I felt like even her disapproval was a gift! Susan looked stunning as ever, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes, a one piece sun dress that rode up her smooth silky thighs, white ankle socks and black Mary Janes. Even her expression was smug. I wanted to cry and beg and plead with her for another chance, but my throat was dry and I had no tears left. I just nodded my head. "Mrs. King...I know I messed up really badly, really I do...it's just..." I stuttered stupidly with my head downcast, my hands clasped in front of me. "...shhhh I know honey. Hush up and take your position. Even stupid poor white trash like yourself deserves the pity of those with education and breeding, isn -(TM)t that right Susan?" The eleven year-old smiled, nodded, pushed her chair back and stood up. As she stood in front of me she pulled her sun dress up around her waist, she was wearing her doggie print underwear. Mrs King smiled. "Now, Ellie, it's not me you have to apologize to, make nice with Susan." Susan stood there as I got on my hands and knees and gratefully buried my face into her underwear, working it down to her ankles with my teeth through my tears of humility! I sat back on heels and looked at her. "Ellie, be a good little puppy and lick your mistress! There's a little treat for you if do it properly!" Mrs. King and Susan exchanged smiles. Then Susan leaned over a little more, took both hands and spread both ass cheeks so that her little precious brownie opened before me. My face burned with their laughter as I hid my nose in Susan -(TM)s ass. I started licking at her hole with my grateful tongue as their laughter rung in my ears and to my surprise I felt something at the tip of my tongue. It felt familiar. Susan gave a little yelp as I furiously worked my tongue in deeper. "Well, well,...I think your new puppy has found her little surprise..." laughed Mrs King. I could feel it with my tongue as I snaked it from her little black hole. It was a shit-covered penny. Susan stood up and turned around looking disgusted as her mother laughed. I beamed with pride as I held the penny between my teeth. Then I scooped the penny into my mouth with my tongue. I had a smile on my face as I sucked and licked it clean and felt the warmth of humiliation wash over me. I pushed the penny between my teeth again, it was all clean. Mother and daughter laughed at me and I was pleased for what little they sought to throw my way. As I sat back on my heels the maid brought out the paper bag and dropped in front of me, then walked away. Susan leaned over and spilled the contents on the ground in front of me. -Get undressed, - she said as she sat back down. Mother and daughter resumed eating their lunch, ignoring me. I quickly took off my shirt and bra and pulled my pants and panties down and off. I stood there completely nude, waiting for my next instruction. I stomach was in knots and my cunt was moist. After what seemed like an eternity, Susan had me get on my hands and knees, she strapped my ankles to my thighs, then had me put my new penny into a hole on the dog collar. There were ten coin size holes in the collar. -This is where you will put your good girl pennies. Once you get ten good girl pennies, you will work on obtaining ten cent coins, then quarters and so on. - Susan paused and looked at me. -I think you know where those coins will be hidden. - Without thinking I repled, -ARF! - Mother and daughter laughed. -See mother, it won -(TM)t be so hard to train her! - Mrs King looked down at me from the table. "...these things you are wearing, you should feel proud as Susan had them custom made from the most expensive pet store in the city. All the other babysitters before you said they wouldn't be caught dead wearing such a disgusting and bizzare outfit, so they quit. However, Susan could smell a desprite single woman like you who gets excited when on the receiving end of humiliation. You now know what position you hold in our house. - There I was on my hands and knees wearing floppy dog ears, my ankles strapped to my thighs, dog paws on my hands and knees and dog collar with my name on it and my shiny new penny. -Oh, Susan brought some clothes for her puppy so she would feel more at home in." Mrs King smirked. Susan produced a Kings smock with my name on it. I was stunned and disgusted, but I tried to smile through my tears when she put it on me and button it around my waist, except it has been cut too short so my pussy and ass were visible and there were obscene holes cut so my breasts would be exposed. My face was crimson by the time she had me wearing it, but I felt strangely proud of the spectacle I had become. Mother and daughter clapped as I thrust my chest out and replied, -ARF, ARF! - "Mother, isn't she just darling? - Susan smiled and patted me on the head. -I don't think our little Ellie here is comfortable with anything other position than this one, do you honey?" Mrs. King laughed as Susan attached the leash to my collar. Over the months that followed, Mrs King closed out my apartment and sold all my meager stuff. I moved in permanently with the King -(TM)s. I have gotten used to the maid letting me out every morning to poop and pee in my special corner of the yard. My poop no longer smears my ass because the dog food I am eating makes my poop dry. I have long lost my humiliation at Susan bringing her friends over on the weekend to play with me. The girls favorite game is -~find the coin -(TM). They run around the yard as I chase after them on my hands and knees. If I manage to trip one up, I get to stick my tongue up her beautiful brownie, working my tongue in deep, working it back and forth until I either find the coin or determine the girl doesn -(TM)t have it buried inside her. If they tire of running around then I play fetch as they sit on the porch throwing the tennis ball across the yard and me scampering after it. Other times for their amusement, I will hump their legs as that gives me the chance to relieve myself of my frustrations. Howling, barking and panting as I cum on their smooth white leg. At night I curl up in the doggie bed in that huge doggie house in Susan -(TM)s room. It now has my name over the door and Mrs King jokes that I can live there rent free. I now have two ten cent coins on my collar and I thank my lucky stars everyday for this second chance!