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Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
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organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls.


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Puppy Girl Competition


Chapter 1


"Remember, mom, I'll meet you at the school for the meeting on
the new sport.  It starts at 3pm, don't be late, there's going to
be a lot families there today," yelled my pre-teen daughter,
Angie.


"Okay, dear," I yelled back as I sipped my coffee.  Angie was
bounding down the stairs.


"Look on the bulletin board where the meeting will be held!" she
yelled again as she walked out the door to meet with her friends
at the mall.


"Okay, honey, have fun at the mall!" I replied.


My name is Kathy Woods; I was sitting at the kitchen table having
my morning coffee wondering why I even contemplating about
participating in family sports for the school district.  First a
little about me, I'm forty years old and a stay at home mom.  I
never attended college as I didn't have a school district sports
letter.  I never participated in sports and sometimes I think
that is why Angie hadn't participated in sports throughout
elementary school.  My husband Bill works for the water
department over in Climax, the county seat of Cherish Valley. 
We've been married for twelve years now.  Our daughter Angie, who
is twelve, will be a seventh grader this coming school year.


All sports in Cherish Valley were family participation sports,
even at the elementary school level.  I had been lucky so far in
that Angie hadn't shown any interest in sports in elementary
school until now.  Nude parent child soccer was usually the first
sport kids and parents participated in at the elementary school
level.  It featured moms and dads and the kids running up and
down soccer field nude.  But not Angie, she didn't show any
interest in nude soccer.  Like I said, maybe she got that from me
as I never participated in sports while I was in school; that is
until this new sport came along.


It's called `Puppy Girl Competition' and was recently sanctioned
by the Board of Elders at the end of the last school year.  Angie
came home on the last day of school last spring talking about it.
 There had been newscasts over the last couple of months with
discussions on the radio and on the intra-valley internet. 
Editorial writers for the newspapers wrote their opinion on the
new sport, but nobody really knew what the new sport was all
about.  Information from the board was held in strict confidence.
 There were all kinds of speculation as to what was required, so
I would find out today.  What we had heard was that there would
be one competition against other school districts in the Valley;
Bikini Bottom school district, Zip Down school district, and
Climax school district.  We lived in the area served by the
Intercourse school district.



With Angie talking about the new sport, and asking me several
times a week if I was going to see what the sport was about, I
fretted all summer whether I wanted to be part of the school
district team.  Alma Martin, who a sings with me in the choir,
told me in church last month that if half the rumours were true,
then no self-respecting wife and mother would degrade herself
such a silly sport.  She whispered to me that her daughter, who
is fifteen, tried to convince her to join.  We both agreed that
nobody really knew anything about the sport so how could anybody
agree to it, I mean, other than what we read in the paper or
heard on the TV.


Then there's my neighbor two houses down, Glinda Scott.  She also
told me that she would never seriously consider participating in
a sport that humiliated an adult woman.  Her seventeen year old
daughter, Stacey, is a senior but had never joined a sports team
in her school career.  She asked me how I could join something
that I had no idea what it was about?  I told that I was just
going to attend the meeting with Angie and see what the new sport
was all about.


I talked it over with Bill and he seemed kind of cool to the
idea.  Not that I was going to join mind you, but I wanted to get
his feeling about it.  He was a little concerned that Angie
hadn't shown an interest sports at the elementary school level
but that she still had six years of school left.  He also didn't
like the family participation aspect either, even when he was
growing up in Climax, but he said it was my decision if I joined
the new sport or not.


Now the Cherish Valley feminists were getting involved in the
debate.   Efforts by anti-degradation feminists group brought the
debate of the new sport into the public realm.  The ADF was
opposed by the sexually positive feminism group which advocated
the new sport.   Over the past three months the intense debate
and acrimony between sex-positive feminists and anti-degradation
feminists was referred to as the "Feminist Sex Debates".  I agree
with the sex-positive feminism which centers on the idea that
sexual freedom is an essential component of an adult women's
freedom.


The anti-degradation feminists, in my opinion, exaggerated the
dangers of this new sport by talking about the most shocking
pornographic images of mothers being degraded by their daughters.
 Sex-positive feminists argue that access to this new sport is as
important to mothers as it is pre-teen girls, and that there is
nothing inherently degrading to women about it.


The school districts hadn't even decided on a name for the new
sport yet.  The TV news was bantering around names like "Puppy
Dog Trials", "A Girl and her Bitch", "A girl's Best Friend".  But
some of the critics were a little harsher with names like "The
Bitch Training Cup" or "Best Bitch of Cherish Valley".  Last year
we had a TV series called One Girl and her Dog - it was a
competition for young girls and involved rounding up sheep with
her dog.  The show only lasted one season but was fun to watch. 
The rumor was the idea for this new sport came from this show.  I
don't know if I believe that or not.


So with Angie pestering me all summer, I agreed last week to at
least go to the meeting with her and see what it was about. 
Angie was so happy that she called all her friends.


I finished my cup of coffee and got up to adjust my pink colored
apron with cartoon characters on it.  It was a Mother's Day gift
from Angie this year.  It was all the rage in the valley for stay
at home moms to wear a one-piece sun dress with buttons down the
front and a belt around my waist.  The dress length came down to
below my knees and on my feet were red high heels with a four
inch heel that spiked at the bottom.  I liked my long blonde hair
straight down to my shoulders with a curl at the bottom as I
didn't like my hair in a bun or ponytail and I certainly didn't
like my hair short.


I always start my house cleaning in Angie's room.  She usually
left her clothes on the floor, like her thong underwear, training
bras, and knee high socks.  I gave into her about wearing thong
underwear last year as I thought it disgusting but she said it
was all the rage amongst sixth grader girls.  I couldn't argue
with that because the clothing stores at the mall all advertised
thong underwear for girls as young as five.  And the push-up
training bras, I told her she didn't need them as she was still
flat chested but she insisted, said she wanted to feel all grown
up.  The clothing stores in their advertisements, urge young
girls to feel like a woman and wear push-up bras.


As I looked about her room there were two white thong undies on
the floor.  I picked them up and noticed that they were both
crusty so I sniffed the crotch.  My twelve year-old daughter had
been masturbating for some time now.  I maybe a prude in a lot of
things as my daughter calls it, but I smiled as I was a proponent
of masturbating, the younger the better as the sex-positive
feminists say.  I put her dirty clothes in the clothes bag for
washing.


I cleared off her desk where she does her homework and made her
bed.  I looked around her room and smiled.  It was done in pink
and blue pastel colors with cute cartoon characters on the wall.
I remembered when Bill and I painted it.  She had her Barbie
dolls on the shelves above her bed along with her teddy bears. 
Angie hasn't quite grown up yet.  Those Barbie dolls smiling down
at me; it gave me such peace to be in her room.


I walked down the hallway to her bathroom.  I could smell the
toilet as I walked into the bathroom.  Angie for some reason
never flushed the toilet and it aggravated me and excited me at
the same time.  I look down into the toilet and see two perfectly
formed turds floating in a bowl of yellow.  My stomach tingles
and my pussy spasms a little.  The other thing I notice is that
there is no used toilet paper floating in the toilet bowl.  I
look at the waste basket under the sink and see several waded up
tissues with brown marks on them.  My stomach tingles again, I
bite my lip and look around.  Bill is at work and of course Angie
as you know has just left for the mall.


I squat down in front of the toilet bowl, shame written all over
my face knowing what I was going to do.  Angie had never flushed
the toilet even when I was potty training her.  There I was
squatting in front of her, giving her encouragement, as she sat
on the toilet seat, her little legs spread apart as she peed and
pushed out her little girl turds.  God damn how that made me so
hot between my legs.  For some reason I let it go and never
pushed her to flush the toilet.  I would wipe her little rear end
and drop the used tissues in the bowl.  But the last several
years Angie had been putting the used tissues in the wastebasket.
 I never asked her why she was doing that and she never offered
an explanation.  She just knew that I would empty the wastebasket
and flush the toilet for her.


I opened my thighs as I was squatting in front of the toilet.  I
look around self-consciously as if somebody might be watching
then slowly stick my face into the toilet bowl and breathed deep.
 Oh, fuck, how I loved the smell.  I reach over and pick out one
of the used tissues and slowly rub the brown smear on the tip of
my nose.


I reach under my dress with my left hand and rub my cunt.  I
never wear panties when I am cleaning the house.  The panties
just get in the way of things.  I look at the used tissue and
think that I would just die if Angie or Bill caught me as I kiss
the brown smear on the tissue.  I feel my face flush with
embarrassment as I kiss and lick the brown smear on the tissue. 
How dirty and disgusting I seem if somebody walks in on me.  This
is my own little secret, I have lots of little secrets.


My left hand furiously works my cunt and clit.  I am close to
cumming so I stick my head in the toilet bowl again and breath
deep.  I am careful not to let my pretty blonde hair fall into
the toilet that would be disgusting.  I remove my head from the
bowl and put the tissue ever so gently in the yellow water.  I
run the tissue along one of Angie's turds getting it good and
slimy and wet.  The tissue paper is biodegradable, made to
degrade in the land fill after three days and with the fecal
matter smeared on it, the tissue put nutrients back in the
ground.  But the most important aspect of the tissue paper I
found was that it tasted good.


I look at the soaked tissue paper with Angie's fecal matter
smeared on it, then open my mouth and stuff the tissue in.  I
quickly look at the bathroom door as if somebody will come
walking in on me as I chew the tissue.  After a couple of chews
the tissue dissolves in my mouth.  I feel a small orgasm over
take my body as I swallow the tissue.  I gives me a little tingle
in my stomach to know that when Angie gets home she will notice
that the toilet has been flushed but that one of the tissues she
used would be missing. Fuck, you don't know how horny that makes
me.


I stand up and straighten my dress.  As I flush the toilet I
catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  The little brown stain
on the end of nose makes me giggle.  "I'm a brown noser," I
giggle out loud as I walk out of the bathroom.


I walk into Angie's room and sit down on the floor, then I
stretch out and look at the Barbie dolls on the shelf staring
down at me.  "Yes, girls," I say to the Barbies.  "I am a nasty
mother and wife, but I can't help myself!"


Then I wonder again about joining this new sport and how
degrading it might be.  The smile fades from my face.  Do I
really want to do this?  I reach up with my left index finger and
wipe the end of nose on my finger tip.  I look at my finger with
brown on it and ponder a moment.  'Maybe I really do like being
humiliated,' I think to myself as I put my finger in my mouth
suck it.  The Barbie dolls stare down at me.


I have never had sex with Angie and I never really wondered why.
I had sex with my mom when I was growing up, even had fun at the
clubs when I was in high school.  But I never forced myself on my
daughter and Angie has never approached me about sex.  If her
friends were having sex with their moms, Angie never said
anything to me.  That is the way of life here in Valley, some
mothers had sex with their daughters and some did not.  Sometimes
as I am lying here in Angie's room I wish that we were having
sex.  Seeing her pre-teen naked, her flat breasts and her
hairless crotch, I know she hasn't grown pubic hair yet because
her puberty hasn't started yet.


I sit up and look around Angie's bedroom.  Enough fantasizing,
time to get back to work I say to myself.


**


As I drive into the parking of the school I see the
anti-degradation feminists protesting the new sport.  Well,
that's their right.  I parked the car in the front lot of the
high school and walked up to the front entrance avoiding the
women of the ADF; a lot of families were entering the building,
parents and kids eagerly talking about the different sports that
were offered.  Moms and dads, brothers and sisters were eagerly
looking forward to sign-up day.  I didn't think that I needed to
bring anything but myself as I was just going to see what this
new sport was all about.


I walked down the crowded hallway looking at the signs announcing
different sports.


I saw a poster for nude mother daughter tag team wrestling.  I
heard that the bodies got oiled up making it harder to grip the
other person. Then there was nude life size chess, I had heard
from one of my friends at church the other week that the castle
was some sort of all glass bondage and discipline room that moved
around on wheels and that one match could last all day.  She said
that the women were pawns and that if they were captured they
were put in this glass castle and tortured for all to see.  I
shuddered wondering what kind of woman would allow that to happen
to her.


Then there was nude volleyball with a twist, nude boys' and
girls' golf that gave a new meaning to the word `putting'.  As I
walked further down the hallway looking at posters advertising
different sports, I saw sign-ups for mothers cheerleading squad,
mother-daughter field hockey.  There was a request for team
mothers all in sports.


`Okay, there it is, puppy girl sign up,' I say to myself as I
spot the poster advertising the new sport.  The meeting is in the
cafeteria.  I work my way down the crowded hallway towards the
cafeteria.


I walk into the school cafeteria.  Boy, was it crowded with other
mothers and girls who were in the elementary, middle, and high
school.  Mothers and daughters are here in force today, I think.
I look around and see my friend's, Mary Johnson and Cindy Spanner
from church.  Their daughters are talking to each other.  I walk
over to them and give them a hug.  There is a lot of conversation
going to around the cafeteria.  All the lunch tables are taken
and there are women standing along the walls.  I look around and
wave at Angie who waves back at me.  She waves me over and points
to a space next to her.  I work my way through the crowd of women
and girls.


I say my hellos to other women I know and squeeze through the
crowd, waving at others.  I am a little surprised about some of
my friends who are here, but they are probably surprised at
seeing me also.  Standing next to Angie is Hanna Snyder who is
the same age as Angie.  They have been friends since first grade.




"Hi, mom!" Angie says with a smile.  "This is so exciting!" she
gushes.


"Hi, Mrs Woods!" Hanna smiles at me.


"Hi girls," I replied nervously as I looked around.  "Yes it is
exciting.  So many are here today."


"This is gonna be so cool!" Angie says to Hanna.


"Where's your mother, Hanna?" I ask.


"Oh, she's over there someplace," the twelve year-old waves her
hand at the rear of the classroom.


A young woman walked into the class room working her way through
the crowd of women to the front of the classroom.


"Attention ladies," the young woman yelled and then clapped her
hands.  "Attention ladies!" she yelled louder.  The cafeteria
slowly got quiet as conversation died down.  "Thank you! I am
Miss Wagner, Coach Wagner to your daughters?" she smiled. "I am
the newly appointed coach of the puppy girl team this year.  I am
twenty-two years-old and I just graduated from college last
month.  My degree is in the psychology of older women and how
they behave."


There was a murmur from the assembled mothers.  There must have
been a hundred or so mothers in the room.  Miss Wagner waited for
the noise to quiet down.  I was standing next to Hanna and Angie.


"I'll get into my background a minute, but first, I want to thank
you ladies for coming here this afternoon. I know this is not
easy for you but we are glad you are here to support your
daughters. As you all know, for girls to get into college, they
need a school sports letter, meaning, each girl has to be on a
team that wins a sport or win at an individual sport at anytime
during her school career."


All the mothers in the cafeteria were looking at Miss Wagner
nodding their heads.  They had also gone through this when they
were in school.  No wining team or no championship at an
individual sport, then the girl did not get into college, period.
 Males had no such conditions, they all went to college, but
girls in general and adult women in particular, had always been
treated as second class citizens and always would be in the
Valley.


"Could I please have you mothers and daughters stand next to each
other or sit next to each other?"


"See ya, Angie," Hanna said as she worked her way through the
crowd of women looking for her mother.


It took a couple of minutes to everybody to sort things out. 
"Okay, first, since it is new and the rules are still being
written, this sport requires that five mothers sign up.  Each
school district will field one team with five mothers and
daughters.  The mix for each team as mandated by the Board can be
girls from the elementary, middle school and high school at any
age from six to seventeen years old."


We all knew this because it was talked about on TV during the
summer.  Some of the debate centered on girls as young as six in
the first grade competing in a stressful sport.  That argument
was countered that if the mother was cooperative then youngster
should have no problem participating, but that depended on the
mother.  I looked around the cafeteria and wondered how many
mothers had daughters in elementary school.


Coach Wagner continued.  "So in an effort to reduce the number of
mothers we have here, the board has decided we cannot accept
mothers who have other kids at home, only families where your
daughter is the only child."


There were some moans and groans as about twenty or so mothers
and their daughters left the classroom; some sounded
disappointed.  Another part of the debate which hadn't been
decided, but now I guess it has, was how much stress would the
mother be under with kids at home.  The rumor was that the new
sport would be humiliating enough without other kids at home.


I looked at Angie and smiled.  She moved her hand to mine and
grasped it.  It was comfort to hold hands with her.


Coach Wagner waited as those women left.  "Next, the board has
decided we cannot accept mothers who have full time jobs, but if
you are willing to quit your job to support your daughter, that
is permissible," Coach Wagner said as she clasped her hands
behind her back.


I looked over at Mary and Cindy, my two friends from church.   We
were stay at home moms.  I looked around the cafeteria as fifty
or so mothers and their daughters started leaving the room.  Some
of the youngsters pleaded with their mothers to quit their jobs.
I could also hear some of the mothers who were leaving the room
mutter about how unfair it was to be penalized for working.


As the room cleared out, the women who were standing along the
walls moved in to sit down at the vacant lunch tables.  I pointed
at table a couple of rows over and Angie and moved over to it.


There were about fifty mothers and daughters in the cafeteria
waiting on Coach Wagner. "Again I am Miss Wagner, or Coach
Wagner, most of you have probably heard of me, I worked on some
of the female issues for the Board of Elders last year while I
was still in college," Miss Wagner smiled as she looked around at
the women. "I have a minor in `Female Masturbation' and a
certificate in `Lap Dances.'"


The mothers looked at each other.  I had heard of Miss Wagner
last year when the board was deciding the dress codes for all
adult females in the valley.  I thought she was pretty smart with
her arguments.


"But, enough about me, I'd rather focus on this new sport called
`Puppy Girl Competition' as sanctioned by the Board of Elders."


So that was the official name of this new sport.  We were all
sitting now anxiously watching Coach Wagner for what she had to
say about it.  Angie moved forward to the edge of the bench and
looked at the coach.


"As you all know, the Board of Elders agreed to try out this new
sport this year after hearing arguments for it and against it
last school year.  The board decided for it because they want
your daughters to have every chance at obtaining a college
degree.  There are a lot of sports throughout the twelve years of
school and not every girl is cut out for them.  This new sport,
this puppy girl competition, is another avenue for your daughters
to be winners."


Most of the mothers clapped and smiled at hearing this.  It was
true that if a girl at anytime during her school career won first
place in a sport then she could attend college, no matter what
year of school she won it.


"But, probably what you have not heard is that there are some
stipulations that the Board of Elders has attached to this new
sport, such as, if our school district finishes second, third or
fourth place, your daughters will not have a chance to go to
college, ever." Coach Wagner looked at the mother's sitting
before her.


There were groans, grasps and whispering amongst the fifty or so
remaining mothers.  The youngsters looked worried and Angie
looked at me.


A mother stood up with a worried look on her face.  "But my
daughter will be able to attend college if she wins in another
sport, right?"


Everybody looked over at the woman who asked the question and
then looked at Coach Wagner.  That was a fair question because if
you lost at one sport you could always try another.


"No, they will not be eligible to join another sport after this
one." There was loud murmuring and talking between mothers and
daughters.  "Quiet, ladies, as I was saying, they will not be
able to join another sport and thus would be ineligible to go to
college."


About ten mothers stood up and worked their way out to the
cafeteria door.  I shook my head, this was not good.  Their
daughters did not look happy.


There was still whispering and murmuring in the cafeteria.
"Quiet, please ladies," Coach Wagner said.

The room was quiet but I looked around and saw a lot of nervous
and worried looks on faces.  Angie moved her hand to mine and
grasped it.


Coach Wagner continued. "Another stipulation is, once you start
your training in this new sport, none of the five mothers can
back out or quit.  As I said before, the teams are made up of
five girls and their mothers.  If any one of you quit, meaning if
you quit your daughter, or you can't take the training anymore,
then the whole team, mothers and daughters disbands and your
daughters lose out."


None of the mothers said a word and Angie looked at me.  I sat
there staring at the coach wondering if I had heard her right. 
An all or nothing proposition: I didn't like this type of
condition.  Angie squeezed my hand.


"What five of you mothers are about to embark on is not to be
taken lightly.  You should give serious thought to this new
sport, not only for your daughter and her future but for the
other mothers sitting around you who maybe on the team.  Look at
each other.  Today is Monday, training starts Wednesday, if any
of you quit after Wednesday, then write off your daughter's
future."


The coach looked out at the mothers and daughters sitting in the
cafeteria.  I looked around the room catching the look on Mary's
and Cindy's face.  I don't think that they expected this turn of
events, I know I didn't.  Angie had worried look on her face.


 Coach Wagner walked to a lunch table and sat down on top of it.
"Now, little bit about this program and competition.  As I said
before, I need five mothers and their daughters from any grade
level.  I am aware of the controversy about first and second
graders participating in this sport, but with the proper training
and attitude on the part the mother, the youngster should be able
to overcome the stress of the training and the competition."


Looking out at the forty mothers still in the cafeteria, Coach
Wagner asked, "I see that I have about forty or so of you still
here, that is good, as your still curious about this sport.  Do I
have mothers whose daughters are in elementary, middle school and
high school here?"


About half the women raised their hands including me.


"Good, can I please have the elementary school mothers over
here," she said pointing her right.  "And the middle school
mothers over here to my left."


Angie and I got up and walked over to another lunch table and sat
down with ten other mothers.  I noticed that Hanna Snyder and her
mother were gone as the middle school girls and mothers sat down
at the lunch table.


Coach Wagner did a quick count of the three groups.  "Okay, nice,
we have thirteen elementary school mothers, ten middle school
mothers and eighteen high school mothers.  As I said, we only
need five of you from any grade level."


Coach Wagner got off the lunch table and walked around.  "If you
don't know each other please introduce yourselves."


In my middle school group we had three of us whose daughters were
in the fifth grade, two in the sixth grade, two in the seventh
grade and three in the eighth grade.  The two girls in sixth
grade, Laura Andrews and Kari Olson, knew Angie but I didn't know
their mothers.


After a couple of minutes Coach Wagner continued.  "I know you
all want to be on this team with your lovely daughters otherwise
you wouldn't be here, you would have gotten up earlier and left."
 There were chuckles and giggles around the room.  Coach Wagner
got a serious look on her face.  "But in order to win this year,
the mothers must buy into the notion that you will be puppy
girls."  Coach Wager stopped and looked at the three groups of
mothers.  "A puppy girl is a female dog which is also known as
`bitch'".


My stomach tingled and pussy spasmed when I heard Coach Wagner
say that.  I think I also got flushed in the face.  Angie looked
embarrassed as did the other girls at the lunch table.


There was murmuring at the three tables.  I took a deep breath: a
bitch, a female dog.  We all knew about this from the TV debates
on the morning news, so it really was nothing new, but to hear it
out loud in a group setting with our daughters sitting next to us
was a little unsettling.  Some of the other mothers looked
embarrassed and some fidgeted with their hands not looking up.


"I mean, mothers, you have to think it, live it, drink it, and be
it. This is going to be a difficult two months for you, but think
carefully, your relationship with your daughter will change over
the next two months, I like to think for the better."


I was dismayed at how quickly my pussy got wet just hearing coach
Wagner talk about it.  I looked at the ten women at my table,
sitting with full attention, listening.  Angie and I looked at
each other and I wondered exactly how my relationship with her
would change.


"What this means ladies is that you must give up the traditional
parent child role."  There was murmuring in the three groups. 
"For all of you this will be difficult, but for the next two
months your daughter will be responsible for your welfare not the
other way around.  She will have complete control your daily
actions."


I sat forward wondering exactly what she meant.  I also hoped
that I would not have a wet spot on my dress when I stood up. 
Give up my parenting role? Angie was only twelve years-old, how
could she ever know what parenting is like at such a young age. 
I looked at Angie as she sat forward on the bench looking at the
coach.  She had a slightly different look on her face.  That
puzzled me.


"Explain this `complete control' thing?" a mother at the high
school table asked.


Coach Wagner looked out the three groups of mothers.  "It means,
that your daughters are responsible for your training, well
being, feeding, cleaning, every aspect of your life, just as she
would if she had a real female dog, a bitch.  Your daughter will
own your body and mind for the two months of training leading up
to the competition.  Also, along with this and I don't want to
hit this one too hard, but, the rules as written by the board
state that you will break off marital relations with your husband
for the duration of the training and competition."


There was complete silence as the mothers stared at Coach Wagner.
 I'm wondering if I heard this right.  Break off sexual relations
with Bill?  He had the most lovely ten inch cock I had ever seen.
 Fuck I loved suckling that monster, my nose buried in his pubic
hair as he slowly pumped his hips pushing his cock into my
throat.  I had learned to deep throat soon after high school.  I
could take about twelve inches down my throat with no problem at
all.  I also secretly loved it when he sat the toilet seat with
his beautiful cock sticking out and I was kneeling in front of
him deep throating him.


I shook my head bringing myself back to reality.  I looked at
Angie again and she had an excited look on her face.


Coach Wagner looked around the cafeteria.  "In other words,
ladies, your daughter will be responsible for your training,
discipline, feeding, care and your sexual needs as well just as
she would with a bitch."


All the mothers looked aghast saying, "What the fuck?" "What the
hell" "This is bullshit".  There were grasps around the
classroom.


I looked down at the table top and squirmed on the bench.  My
cunt was getting very wet now.  `Fuck!' I thought to myself. 
This would be horrible to turn my life over to my daughter, but
it also excited me.  Angie looked at me with a hopeful look on
her face, almost as if she really wanted me to join up right then
and there.


"Quiet, ladies! Let me explain what that means."


"Damn right you're going to explain that one," a mother at the
elementary school table said as she got up.  It looked to me like
she would run for the exits.


"It means that for the duration of the sport, from Wednesday to
the day after the competition on the Autumn Harvest, your
daughter will control your relations with your husband." There
were murmuring and grasps, mothers and daughter whispering to
each other.  Miss Wagner raised her voice over the noise. "Too
include sexual relations." The mothers got upset and started
talking. "It means ladies, please be quiet, it means that your
husband will have to ask your daughter when he wants sexual
relations with you, please be quiet, it means that he has to ask
your daughter for permission when he wants sexual relations with
you, it also means, that your daughter, during the two months of
training, can approve or deny your sexual relations with your
husband or any affections that your husband may show towards
you."


The mothers were very upset and some of the youngsters were
smiling.  Shit I was upset.  Having a twelve year-old control my
sex life? I made my stomach tingle just thinking about it.  But
could I really do it? The rewards for winning would almost
certainly outweigh any discomfort about losing my sex life to
Bill for two months.  I mean, wouldn't it be worth it if Angie
could attend college?  Angie grasped my hand as she looked at me.
 I was embarrassed as she stared at me with pleading eyes.  I
could tell she really wanted to join.


"This is just for the duration of the training.  She will set
your sleep schedule, where you sleep, what you eat, how you
dress.  You must follow her instructions because come competition
time, please be quiet ladies, settle down, come competition time
if you don't follow her directions and we lose, think of where
your daughter will end up, unable to get into college, ever! 
Think hard ladies about what you are about to embark upon."


There was hurried talking at the each table as Coach Wagner
continued talking.  I was trying to listen to the mothers at my
table and not rub my pussy, but also give the coach the courtesy
of listening to her as well.


Up to this point Angie hadn't said anything, but she leaned over
and whispered, "I really want this mother!" That was an odd thing
for her to say because she never used the word "mother" before.


"This will be a role reversal with your daughter parenting you. 
You must be obedient to her because come competition time that is
where points will be scored."


Angie still had that strange look on her face as she watched the
coach talking.  My pussy was still wet and my nipples were
getting hard under my bra, good thing my bra was thick.


"For those of you who think this might be too humiliating or
demeaning for you, please leave now."  Coach Wagner waited for
the mothers and daughters to leave the cafeteria.


From my group, two of the fifth grade mothers got and headed for
the door and one of the eighth mothers followed them.  Several
mothers from the elementary and high school group left also. 
Almost all of them were muttering about the sexual relations
thing with their husbands.   I heard a couple of the girls plead
with their mothers about listening to the coach.



One of the seventh grade mothers at my table got and walked for
the exit.  As she was walking out of the cafeteria a hand went up
from the high school group.


"Yes?"


"What do you mean by sexual needs?"


"What I mean is your daughter will dictate when you cum, when you
masturbate and most importantly, as I said, when you have sex
with your husband."


There was a pause, silence in the classroom.  `What the fuck?' I
almost said aloud.  I looked at Angie and thought to myself, her
telling me that?  I could see the look in the other mothers faces
also, asking themselves the same thing as mothers and daughters
looked at each other.  How humiliating and degrading but fuck, my
damn pussy was wetter now.  Angie looked at me and smiled, it was
the smile of an excited young girl who walked into candy store.


"Once you agree to this competition, it will be your
responsibility to talk with your husband, about when and where he
can have sex with you.  Your daughter must be present though."


Four more women got up to leave one of whom was one of the eighth
grade mothers from my table.  The women were almost dragging
their daughters behind them.


"Mothers make no mistake.  You must think of yourselves as dogs,
a bitch, you must be obedient to your daughter just like a real
dog is obedient to its mistress. Your daughter will control every
aspect of your life for the next two months during training and
the competition."


There was more whispering at each table with the girls smiling to
each and some mothers with worried looks on their faces.  Another
hand went up.


"Yes, you there."


"You mentioned discipline, what do you mean by that?" the woman
asked with a worried look on her face.  The woman's daughter
looked eager, like Angie.


"Just like a dog is disciplined by its mistress, so you will be
disciplined by your daughters.  The infractions will be
determined by her.  On Wednesday at 2pm after our first practice,
Mrs. Tina Kelley, the president of the Committee of the Suffering
Female, will host a three hour training class for the five
mothers and daughters at the church on how to administer
discipline.  The class will be a specialized class as there are
certain things your daughter's can't do to you."


Angie leaned over to her friends Laura and Kari and whispered
something behind her hand.  Both girls smiled and nodded their
heads.  I tapped Angie's shoulder getting her attention back.


The mothers sat there looking around at each other.  The woman
who asked the question continued on.  "But I mean, just exactly
what does this discipline entail? We hadn't, or least I haven't
heard about any of this."


"A lot of the rules and training were debated behind closed doors
with all the school districts.  Most of what you heard throughout
the summer we leaked to the media, so it is no surprise that you
haven't heard about this.  To answer your question, your
daughters will learn how to properly slap and spank you and how
to properly use the riding crop on your most intimate areas of
your body without damaging your skin."


There were gasps and whispers and giggles from the youngsters.  A
few more women got up to leave including the woman who asked the
question trailed by their daughters.  Mindy Andrews got up and
pulled her daughter Laura behind her.


I couldn't imagine my Angie spanking me let alone slapping me. 
But to have her use a riding crop on my genitals?  My clit jumped
when I thought about that.  Angie just smiled at me but her eyes
betrayed her excitement.  Could I allow my daughter discipline
me?


"What does a young girl know of an adult woman's body?" asked a
mother sitting at the high school table.


"That is what I will teach them during practice and what they
will practice with you at home.  Remember, ladies, the other
three school districts also fall under the same rules from the
Board of  Elders, same thing will happen to their daughters or
the team as a whole if one of them quits.  This is an all or
nothing proposition."


The three groups of women were talking each when Coach Wagner
interrupted them.


"Okay, the board has determined that the one day competition will
take place during the Autumn Harvest in two months; there will be
five events in one day.  One mother daughter team will rotate
through each event.  Each event will have four mother daughters,
one from each school district in a rotation basis.  In each event
throughout the day you will be competing with the same three
mother daughters from the other schools.  The only event that
will be different will be herding event.  You will all be in that
one together."


"What is this herding event all about?" asked Darcie Olson, the
mother of Kari, from our table.


 "Looking at the rules for "Best of Herding' it means that I will
select one of you to herd the other four mothers in a holding pen
to another holding pen while taking commands from your daughter."


"Well, that seems easy enough.  We can see where we're going,"
the mother smiled nervously.


"Not exactly, the other four mothers' will be blind folded and
have ear plugs.  The one of you who will be doing the herding
will be blindfolded also.  That is why it is very important to
obey your daughters without question for one of them will be
giving you commands to herd the others.  Your obedience to her
must be complete because the rules state that any hesitation on
mother's part during the herding and we lose points.  Points will
be awarded based on time, which is the amount time it takes to
herd you all into another holding pen."


Moans and "oh no's"" came from the mothers.  I looked around at
Mary and Cindy over at the high school table and both women
grimaced and their daughters had smiles on their faces.


I looked at the other mothers wondering what I and they had
gotten ourselves into.  The new sport sounds horrible but at the
same time my body is betraying what it really feels, which is my
pussy getting wet every time I think about this competition. 
Angie was squirming in her seat.


Before the mothers could say anything further, coach Wagner
continued, "There are five events which are as follows: hunting
instincts, obstacle test, best of obedience, best of show, and
best of herding.  I will go into the rules of each event as your
training progresses."


The young coach looked around the cafeteria.  "Okay, so that is
the five events," Coach Wagner said as she cleared her throat.
"For the five mothers who agree to join this new sport, your team
uniform, if you can call it that, will consist of a dog collar,
leash, ankle and thigh restraints, knee pads and doggie style
paws for your hands, but to compete your ensemble, the cosmology
class and the science class have agreed to work together in
fashioning a dog tail for each of you."


"What? What the hell does that mean?" a mother at my table
demanded.  The girls at the table had smiles on their faces. 
Angie looked at me and I turned several shades of red.  I thought
about how I would be on my hands and knees with a tail sticking
out of my rear end.


"It means that on Friday you will get your hair cut done by the
cosmology class, your hair scraps will be taken to the science
class and fashioned onto a shoe horn type device that will be
fitted into your anus.  Thus making the appearance of you having
a tail, with which you will be able to wag back and forth and up
and down."


"Fuck", "Oh Shit," were heard from the group of mothers.  I
cringed when Miss Wagner said that.  Here I would be naked on all
fours with a dog tail wagging back and forth in front of my
twelve year-old, my beautiful blonde hair sticking out of rear
end.  But none of the remaining women got and left after hearing
that and that made my clit tingle again.  I was humiliated
because Angie was still staring at me, I looked away from her.


"That is the requirements for this new sport as mandated by the
Board of Elders.  And by extension, you will be nude throughout
the training program and the one day competition."


There was look of humiliation and shame on the faces of the
mothers as they thought about what Coach Wagner just said.  I was
certainly red in the face but it was more being flushed with
horniness than anything else.  Angie had a wild eye look on her
face, I could just imagine her treating me like a dog and that
got me very wet.


"But ladies, I am going to take this further, much further, I am
going to stretch your mental limits during your training, ladies.
 Your daughter is going to stretch your humiliation and degrade
you before this competition is over.  Make no mistake; the other
school district teams will be doing the same thing."


"What exactly do you mean by our daughters humiliating and
degrading us?" asked a mother sitting at the high school table.


"As I said before, your daughters will be determining everything
you do, even at home.  You will have a lot of self-doubt and fear
especially when out in public or even on the day of the
competition.  Your daughter will be taught on the finer points of
humiliation, she will learn the best way to degrade you for if
you have embarrassment or shame appearing nude in public we will
lose points.  Appearing like a female dog in public must come as
second nature to you all and only by humiliating and degrading
you can your daughter teach you to overcome that doubt and shame
on competition day where the whole valley will see you."


I was silent as I let that piece of information soak in.  Angie
was going to humiliate and degrade me?  Did I really want to do
this?  Wasn't there some other sport that Angie might like? And
why is my damn pussy so wet!  I looked at Angie who was staring
down at the table.  It looked like she was in deep thought about
something, probably how much fun this was going to be for her.


"You will become for all intents and purposes, female dogs, a
bitch, ladies.  You will take commands from your daughters.  You
will give her your complete obedience and obey everything she
says."


"Oh's" and gasps came from the group but still none of the
remaining mothers got up to leave.  My stomach was tingling and
my heart rate went up.  Obeying Angie? Could I do that?  Angie
squeezed my hand and smiled at me.  I turned red again.


"That is not what I understood this new sport to be," my friend
Cindy Spanner said from the high school table.


Coach Wagner looked at Cindy.  "This is a puppy girl competition,
a puppy, a girl.  For the five mothers who decide to join the
team, that is what you will be, a puppy girl."


The mothers became quiet at this point.  I almost touched myself
between my legs.  Angie squirmed her seat.  Her hand was all
clammy with sweat.


Coach Wagner gathered up her things and walked towards the
cafeteria exit, "Practice starts at 10am Wednesday morning at the
church.  The White Redeemer Church has graciously allowed our
training to take place on their campus.  The school district did
not want disruptions to its activities, especially when school
starts in August.  I just need five of you on the team.  Your
training will be Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  On Tuesdays and
Thursdays you will practice what you have learned.  Over the next
two months, your daughters and I have to get you into the right
frame of mind and you won't have time for any outside activities
such as an annoying job. The only activities that you will be
involved in is what your daughters allow."



Coach Wagner reached into her school bag and pulled out a handful
of business cards, placing them on the table.  "If you are still
interested, take a card with you when you leave.  Once you have
thought it over and agreed to participate in this sport, have
your daughter call the number on the card."


With that Miss Wagner turned on her heel and walked out the exit
door and into the hallway.  The mothers all looked at each other
and their daughters, looks of despair on their faces, but smiles
on the girls' faces.


We all sat there at the lunch room tables not looking at each
other.  I began to wonder who would be the first to get up and
take a card.  One mother got up and walked straight for the exit
with her daughter trailing behind her.  Then several other
mothers followed her.  Finally a mother from my table got and
picked up a card from the table and walked out the door.  I am
sure she could feel our eyes boring into her as she walked out
with her daughter smiling.


I got up from the lunch table, hesitated, then picked up a card
on my way out.  Angie was right behind me.  I could almost feel
her eyes boring into my back.


As I walked down the crowded hallway I wondered if I really
wanted to do this sport.  Angie had been so excited all summer
and here it was, decision time for me.  I stopped when I got
outside, that's when Mary and Cindy caught up with me.  They both
had the card in their hands.  Our three girls were standing there
looking at us.


"So what do you think?" asked Mary as she looked at the business
card.


"I think it is a lot to ask of a mother just so her daughter can
get into college," I replied as I looked around the front of the
school.  Suddenly some of the other school sports didn't look so
bad.


"Well, at least we have a little bit of time to think about it,"
Cindy said smiling weakly.  She looked embarrassed just thinking
about it.  Our girls were standing off to one side watching us.
Stacey Spanner who would be a freshman this fall was fourteen and
Megan Johnson would be a junior was sixteen and of course my
daughter, Angie.  The girls knew each other from church but
weren't really friends because of the age difference.


I looked at Angie and waved her on.  "See you later ladies
later," I said as Angie and I walked down the front steps.


Angie walked beside me. "Are you going to do this with me, mom?"


"Well, you certainly can't do it without me!" I replied. Fuck how
I wanted to touch my cunt.


"What I meant was, are you going to do this sport with me?" she
asked hopefully.


"I don't know darling, it all seems so much to comprehend," I
replied as we walked to the car. "I mean the humiliation, the
degradation that Coach Wagner was talking about."


"But if you look past the humiliation, mother, it will be so much
fun, something you and I can do together, plus you can get some
respect in the Valley if we win."


"I know honey, but, I didn't really realize what this new sport
was when we talked about it last spring, I mean." I hesitated.  I
still wasn't sure I wanted to do this but my adrenaline was
flowing like I wanted to


"Mom, we all knew about the same amount of information from the
TV, newspapers and intranet.  I don't think it will be all that
bad."


I unlocked the car doors and we got in, Angie put her small purse
on the floor in front of her.  I started the car.


"Dog collar? Leash? And, my gosh, a dog tail made of mine own
beautiful hair? I didn't realize the sport would be this
detailed," I stopped and stared out the front window.  "I like my
blonde hair the way it is.  I don't want it cut short."


"Your hair will grow back, mom, beside its kinda neat isn't it?"
Angie smiled.  "I mean dog collar and leash and a tail."


"No, not really," I replied starting the car. "Not when I am the
one who will be sporting it.  Everybody would make fun of me."


"I won't let anybody make fun of you, mom, besides, I didn't know
about the doggie tail and collar and leash and such, sorry mom. 
If I had known I would not have asked you, but are you still
going to do it?" my twelve year-old asked with a hopeful look on
her face.


"I just don't know, maybe. So what do we tell your father?"


"So you going to do it with me, mom?" Angie said brightly.


"That is not what I said, honey.  If, if I decide to do this,
what are we going to tell your father?"

"What do you mean?" Angie asked with a concerned look on her
face.


"You know what Coach Wagner said.   That we would have to tell
our dad that, um, hmm, that I can't have, uh, sexual relations
with him," I stammered with embarrassment.


"Sexual relations? You and dad have sexual relations mother?"
Angie laughed as she buckled herself in.


"That is not funny young lady, your father and I have fantastic
sexual relations.  Why am I telling you this? That is none of
your business," I said as I backed the car up.


"I know mom, I'm just joking," Angie chuckled.  "Mother, I am not
going to tell father, you are, and if you are going to do this
sport with me, you need to tell him by tomorrow noon which is the
deadline."


I didn't say anything as I drove out of the parking lot.


Angie was looking out the side window.  "You know mom, this is
for my future.  I mean, you can help me succeed in life."


"I know honey.  But this is a very hard decision to make.  It's
not one that I can take lightly, especially with your father
involved in a small way."


I was remembering what Miss Wagner had told us a little while
back.  It would be a big life adjustment for us to accept
direction, discipline and decisions from our daughters.  After
twelve years of Angie being told what to do by me, now I would
have to accept her as the decision maker in my life.  It would
not be easy for me, or any mother, to accept.


I sat in silence as we drove home.  Was I going to do this with
Angie? Turning my life over to her just so she could attend
college if we won?


"Remember mom," Angie said breaking the silence.  "Think of me
attending college, having a better life, not of the shame and
humiliation you might feel as a puppy girl if you join the team."



"Easy Angie, this isn't very easy for me, I haven't decided one
way or the other yet. I am carrying the biggest burden of this
sport you know, I am turning my life over to you," I said as we
turned into the driveway.


"Tell you what mother," Angie said leaning over from the
passenger seat.  "I will not let anything bad happen to you nor
will I unnecessarily degrade you just for the fun of it.  I guess
there will be the normal humiliation that you will feel during
training and a certain amount of degradation that will come your
way, but remember that I love you and will do nothing to
intentionally hurt you.  I love you mom, but I need your help and
cooperation in getting into college and if that means that you
have to suffer a little indignity or humiliation then so be it,
but remember, I will not physically hurt you in anyway."


"Thanks sweetheart, I know that you would have my best interests
at heart and I know that you would not hurt me.  I am just not
sure if I could be, what is a female dog called? A bitch? I mean
how degrading."


"I know mom, but that is part of being a puppy girl, besides it
is only for two months then we can go back to the way things are
now," Angie said hopefully.


I thought about this and somehow knew that things would never be
the same between us if I joined.  But if we were good enough and
we did win the competition as a team, then Angie and the other
girls would be off to college, not living at home, that would be
easier to take. Bill, however, would be a different matter.


"So are you going to do this sport with me mother?" Angie asked
hopefully.


"Let me think about it some more, sweetie." I smiled as I turned
the car off.


"Well, just make sure that you tell me first before you tell
daddy," smiled Angie as she unbuckled her seatbelt.


 A couple of hours later, Angie heard that Zoe Lane's mother had
agreed to join the team.  Zoe's father had argued about the
sexual relations thing but agreed to it if he could find his sex
elsewhere.  That really pissed Barbara off which made her all the
more determined to join the team.


That evening I heard that Mary Johnson and Cindy Spanner had also
signed on, their husbands didn't like the arrangements but both
women said they could find their sex someplace else.  So that was
three women so far.


Mrs. Margaret Hart, or Maggie, as she was known, had also joined
the team.  So that left one open slot.  I am sure that the town
of Intercourse was anxiously waiting to see who the fifth mother
would be.


I could tell that Angie was getting a little nervous.  I could
see that she wanted this sport in the worst way.  I called Angie
into the kitchen. "Sweetie, I have decided that I will join the
team."  I didn't get to finish as Angie was screaming and jumping
up and down with a wide grin.  She quickly grabbed the business
card off the table and called the number.


"Thanks mom, you're the best, you're not going to regret it,"
Angie smiled as she gave her name and address over the phone.  I
sat at the table and watched her.  She got a pen and paper and
took down some notes.


As she hung the phone, I said, "Remember sweetie, you promised
not to hurt me or make fun of me."


"I do and I promise to remember that but you have to accept the
humiliation and degradation that I will make you do with the
training," she said as she stood there looking at me.


"I know sweetie, if the other mothers can do it, so can I," I
smiled. "Now let me tell your father and then you can call your
friends."


I walked into the living room. "Hi honey, can I talk to you for a
moment, there are some things I that I need to discuss with you,"
I said standing in front of him almost blocking the view of the
TV.


"Sure honey, what's up? What was Angie yelling and screaming
about?" Bill asked as he tried to look around me at the TV.


"She was yelling and screaming in excitement because I have
decided to join the puppy girl team, you know, we talked about
last spring, the new sport sanctioned by the Board of Elders?" I
said nervously as I fidgeted with my hands.


"Oh yes, we talked it over and we thought it was a good idea,"
smiled Bill.


"Right, for this to work, Bill, I mean the puppy girl program, I,
um, ah....."


"Go on darling, just say it"


"In our meeting today with Coach Wagner, I learned today that for
our team to win there must be complete obedience by me while
Angie and I are on the team, but more importantly, if one of the
mothers quit, the puppy girl team would be disbanded.  It takes
five mothers and daughters to field a team."


"Okay, it takes five mothers and daughters, what does complete
obedience mean?" Bill asked a little irritated as he tried to
watch his TV.


"It means that for me to be a puppy girl, I must think, act and
be a puppy girl so that come competition day, which is the Autumn
Harvest, it will be second nature to me."  I felt like a little
child standing before my husband asking his permission to join a
club.


"Hmmm, ok, so how do you do that?"


"Well, it means, ah, um, that Angie will own me, she controls me,
and she trains me, but just for the two months leading up to the
competition." I hurried the explanation.


"I see, what do you mean by that?" he asked as he put the remote
control down and looked over at us.


"It means that I must think, act, and be a puppy girl every day,
take direction from Angie and obey her. It also means," I was
shuffling back and forth on my feet, looking at the floor,  "that
she is responsible for my grooming, eating and sleeping habits."


"Okay, I understand that.  I thought that this puppy girl
training might have something to do with that."


"Well, Bill, it also means that, um, well you know..." I was
really nervous now.


"Come on out with it," he smiled as he looked over at Angie who
was leaning against the doorway. She shrugged her shoulders.


"Well, as I said I have agreed to be on the puppy girl team, but
that also means, because Angie would own me and control me for
two months, that you have to ask Angie's permission to... to have
sex with me." There, I said it finally, a big weight off my
shoulders.


"What the hell?" Bill said, almost yelling, sitting straight up
in his recliner.


"It is only for two months Bill and for Angie and me to get into
the proper frame of mind, her as my mistress and me as her bitch,
she owns me not you."


"Don't call yourself a bitch, I will not have that in my house
and as for having sex with you, I will do that any damn time I
want," Bill yelled as he got up from his chair.


"Please Bill, if you do, and coach Wagner finds out, she will
fold the team and Angie will be disqualified from college,
besides it is only for two months." I pleaded as I looked over at
Angie.  She had a worried look on her face.


He looked over at Angie. "Is this bullshit or what?" he asked as
he returned his stare to me.


I looked at Angie who nodded her head and said, "She's right dad,
for this to work, the control has to be complete."


"That's the way it is Bill, I have to ask her for permission for
everything, we both have to buy into this puppy girl team, our
attitudes have to change, my relationship with Angie has to
change and my relationship with you has to change."


"It's only for two months, daddy" Angie pleaded as she walked
into the living room.


"What if I were to have sex with your mother without you knowing
about?"


"If you did daddy, mommy would tell me about it, and if it
continued, I could come up with some different sleeping
arrangements," Angie said nervously.


"You leave me no choice Angie." Bill looked at me, "Is this what
you want, Kathy? For two months?"


"I am not sure that I want to be on the puppy girl team, Bill,
but I am committed now and if I were to quit, the team would
fold. If any of the mothers quit now, the team would fold and the
girls would be disqualified from college."


"I don't like it, not one bit," my husband huffed as he sat back
down.


"It is just for two months daddy, you don't have to like it, but
it helps me and the team. Look at this as your participation for
the team." Angie smiled hopefully.


"Yeah right, so I have to ask you permission to have sexual
relations with your mother?"


"Yes daddy, I will decide if she can or not, I will probably base
it on her training, how well she does, but who knows."


"Whatever.  Where will your mother sleep?" he asked hopefully.


"I haven't decided yet."


"Fuck, okay, so be it, I would like to see Intercourse win
something this year and if this is what I need to do to help out,
then I will ask your permission." Bill slouched down in his
chair.


I turned around and smiled at Angie and she smiled at me. And it
was only now that I realised that my panties were soaking wet.