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Puppy Girl Competition 2

Wednesday first practice:


**

I woke up Wednesday morning horny needing some cock but Bill had
left for work early.  He was still somewhat pissed from
yesterday.  The local news had somehow gotten a hold of our names
for the puppy girl sport.  Somebody at the school leaked the
names I imagine.  I had phone calls from the local TV station and
the Intercourse news website, the school district news website. 
I really didn't know what to make of it all, everything was
moving so fast.  I did feel somewhat proud of the fact that I was
on the team and that I would helping Angie.


But this morning I was nervous, today was our first practice.  I
was trying to breathe normally but my insides were all tingly.


I drove into the parking lot of the White Redeemer church.  There
were about a dozen cars in the parking lot.  As I turned the car
off I rubbed my palms together, they were sweaty.  Angie had a
big smile on her face as she got out of the car and I was wet
with anticipation of the first practice.  The other four mothers
and daughters were standing outside the church building.  I walk
up to my friend Cindy Spanner and kiss her on the cheek and turn
to Mary Johnson and we kiss each other's cheek.


I didn't know the other two women, Barb Lane and Maggie Hart.  We
introduced ourselves to each other.  Barb and Maggie look just as
nervous as us.


Angie, Stacey Spanner and Megan Johnson were standing off to one
side.  It was kind of awkward as Zoe Lane and Karen Hart, the
youngest girl, stood next to their mothers.  The girl's kind of
said "Hey" to each as their mothers introduced them.


So there we were standing outside the church building wondering
who would be the first to walk inside.  Cindy looked at us and
said.  "So are we all ready to do this?" she had a nervous look
on her face.


I rubbed my sweaty hands down the side of my skirt.  "As ready as
I'll ever be I think," I said.


"Well," said Mary.  "Let's do this.  Let's see what this all
about."


The five girls and five mothers filed into the conference room at
the White Redeemer church.  It was 10am and I could tell that
Coach Wagner was waiting for her team to arrive.


"Thank you ladies for agreeing to the competition, this is a
great day for your daughters, the school and the valley.  I know
that you have not taken this decision lightly and I commend you
for that.  I also take it that you are all stay at home moms?
Good, we don't need distractions."


She looked at us with a serious look. "I just want to let you
know that it was not me who leaked your names yesterday.  In
fact, the school district is looking into it, but they believe
that somebody had hacked into the district database and stole
your names."


We just nodded our heads.  Nothing we can do about it now I
thought.


I looked around the room and notice it was empty of chairs and
tables.  Coach Wagner paced back and forth in front of us holding
a clip board.  "Let's go around the room here, tell us your name,
your daughter's name, your educational background and if you
participated in any sports.  You first," the coach said pointing
at Maggie Hart.


"I am Mrs Hart, Maggie Hart and my daughter is Karen, she is nine
years old and will be in the fourth grade.  I was an attorney in
the female persecutor's office. As you all probably know being a
female attorney in the persecutor's office you don't need any
experience or training so I can persecute girls and women for
minor infractions of the law." Maggie smiled at the group of
women and girls.  Coach Wagner was taking notes on her clip
board.


"Are you any good at it? I mean persecuting women?" the coach
asked looking up from her clip board.


"Not really." We all laughed. "I mean, I went to the hanging
academy and got a degree in knot tying with a minor in
measuring."


"Measuring? What is that?"


"It is where the woman is properly measured for hanging, you
know, her toes when pointing straight down have to be one inch
from the floor, that sort of thing," Maggie replied nodding her
head.


"Okay, so from the hanging academy you didn't get a job with the
county hanging office?"


"No, they had an over abundance of young girls like me just out
of the academy that had applied so I went next door and applied
for a place on the female persecutor's team."


"So you really don't have any experience trying female cases?"
smiled the coach.


"Not when I first joined, no." We all laughed again, Maggie
laughed also. "But now I have experience.  I mean, on the female
persecution team, we look at all female cases as guilty.  All
women are guilty of something, so it's a pretty easy job.  The
male judge can be a pain sometimes, but all males of any age are
a pain."


We all giggled and laughed, nodding our heads.


"So what sport in high school did you letter in that allowed you
to get into the hanging academy?"


"Nude gymnastics, we won the all around team competition that
year," Maggie sound proudly as she stood up straight.


"Very well, and you?" The coach asked as she turned to Mary
Johnson.


"I am Mrs Mary Johnson and this is my daughter Meagan who is
sixteen and will be a junior, I am a stay at home mother as you
know and I am so nervous about being here."


"Don't be, Mrs Johnson," replied Coach Wagner. "We're all females
here, go on."


"Well, I didn't try out for any sports in high school, I was told
I was too dumb and not athletic enough," Mary said with an
embarrassed look.  Megan rubbed her mother's shoulder. "So I
didn't even try."


"So what did you do?"


"I went to work at the Purple Bottom club as a serving hostess,
fell in love with the night manager, at least I think I did." She
laughed at this. "And we got married, so I stayed at home when
Meagan was born."


"Thank you, Mrs Johnson.  Okay and you?"


I gulped as the coach was pointing at me.  "I am Mrs Kathy Woods
and this is my daughter is Angie.  She is twelve and will be in
the seventh grade this year.  I am a stay at home mom as but
sometimes I help out my neighbor who runs an early childhood
daycare."


"Ah, a fancy name for a child pimping service," smiled the coach.


"Yes, but I only help out when needed." I looked embarrassed, I
just knew it.


"What do you do when you do help out?"


"Generally, watch the kids and make sure they don't get into
something they shouldn't."


"So where is your neighbor during this time that you have to help
out?"


"People or businesses call her for service and so she will take
however many kids with her and drop them off at locations around
the valley where they are needed and then pick them up
afterwards."


"Is the demand very great?"


"Oh yes, the kids are used at office parties, sometimes the kids'
parents are at the office parties.  Others call for service at
their home, even though my neighbor offers rooms at her house
most adults just don't want to be seen using the service."


"Great, so what sport did you play in high school?"


"I waited until my senior year to play a sport.  I joined the
coed nude soccer team.  We won only one game that year," I
replied smiling weakly.


"Thank you, Mrs Woods.  Next mother and you are?" the coach asked
pointing at Cindy.


"I am Mrs Cindy Spanner and this is my daughter is Stacey.  She's
fourteen years old and will be in a freshman this year.  Before I
got married and had Stacey I worked for the Intercourse
maintenance department as the office pimp coordinator," Cindy
paused and looked at me.  "I think I have used your neighbour's
service before Kathy for some of our holiday parties."


"What does an office pimp coordinator do?"


"For the males of the office, I scheduled dates and times for
women of the office to have sexual relations with them. 
Sometimes I set up office sex parties and other times I go to the
elementary school and select first or second grade girls or boys
for weekend parties.  It was a lot of fun while I was working
there."


"I'm sure it was, so what sports did you play in school?"


"I played nude handball.  We won the Valley individual
championship that year."


"What finishing school did you attend after high school?"


"I actually lucked out.  I went to the Huntington academy and got
my degree in office pimping and was hired right out of school by
the city."


"Thank you Mrs Spanner.  Last one," the coach said pointing at
Barb.


"I am Mrs Barbara Lane.  Everybody just calls me, Barb.  This is
my daughter Zoe who is thirteen years old and will be an eighth
grader this year.  I am, or I should say I was, a service girl in
the VIP section of the Family Strip Club in Five Points
neighborhood.  I quit my job yesterday."


"Ah, you have probably seen my husband there on Friday nights,"
said Mary Johnson.  We all giggled when Mary said that.


"Oh, yes, I've heard of the Family Strip Club, never been there
myself," laughed the coach.  "What is it?"


"It is a strip club, sanctioned by the Board of Elders, where
mothers and daughters dance and strip on stage.  It is a safe
place where families can come and watch strip tease shows,
watching the females of the family strip on stage, either
together or as individuals."


"You have me intrigued, Mrs Lane.  What kind of strip tease shows
do the mothers and daughters do on stage?"

I looked at Barb and nodded my head also.  I had never been to
the Family Strip Club either and had heard only rumours.


"Well, um, mothers and daughters can either dance together or on
separate stages.  Sometimes the club has a competition between
mother and daughters to see who can dance the most nastiest."


"Oh? Like what?" Coach Wagner asked with a little excitement.  We
were all looking at Barb.


Barb could tell she had a captive audience.  "Sometimes the young
girls come out wearing string bikinis or even school girl
outfits.  You know the kind with the blouse and plaid skirt,
while the mothers usually wearing sling shot bikinis or business
outfits or even outfits that make look like little girls.  The
girls are more agile in that they can climb the dance pole and
hang upside down and can spread their thighs further apart than
their mother can.  Whereas the mothers can poke themselves in
their pussies as they dance around as the young boy's line-up
around the stages waving their dollars at their sisters or
mothers."


We all stood their looking at Mrs Lane.  She continued. 
"Sometimes the young girls will dance on the table top where
their dad or brothers are sitting.  Some of the girls are pretty
good at dancing on the table tops as they dance around the drinks
on the table as their dad or brothers stuff dollars in their
g-strings."


"Oh, I see, so what does a service girl do in the VIP section?"


"Well, since I am one of the oldest women there, I get the lowest
job responsibility, I suck the penises of men and boys who come
into the VIP section after watching the mother daughter shows on
stage, a dollar a suck," Barb said proudly as she sat up
straight.


We all laughed.  Most if not all their husbands had been to the
family strip club.  I think that Bill had probably been a few
times.  Angie and I never talked about stripping together, but
now that I thought about it, we've might have had a great time at
the club.  But Angie just didn't seem that interested in doing
anything like that, and quite frankly, neither did I.


"Quiet ladies, go on Mrs Lane."


"It was the only job I could find, being older and all.  I did
attend night school at the high school taking the hand job
course.  Then I realized that I could make a little more money by
giving head at the strip club."


We all laughed again.  It was true that school district had
masturbation clubs at the schools and so offered hand job classes
after hours to women who wanted to make extra money.


"But you have quit the job at the strip club?"


"Oh, yes, like I said, I resigned yesterday," nodded Barb.


The coach continued, "So I take it you didn't play any high
schools sports?"


"No, didn't even try, as I was growing up I was one of those
girls that never got picked for a team."


"Thank you all, ladies. That was very informative." The coach
said as she tucked her clip board under arm.  "Now that I have
your backgrounds, most of you are losers and a few of you are
winners and know what it takes to be a winner.  We are all going
to work together here.  The reason I asked about your backgrounds
outside of the home is find out how comfortable you are with your
nudity.  It was not meant to embarrass you in anyway."


We all smiled and nodded in agreement.  We stood there with rapt
attention as the coach talked.


"We are not here for you but your lovely daughters.  You must be
cooperative in training and at home with your daughters."


We all nodded in agreement.


"As I said on Monday, this training will be hard on you ladies,
your dignity will suffer, your humiliation will be great, but
think of the future you have set for your daughters by
participating in this new sport." Coach Wagner paused, some of
the mothers looked at their daughters, the apprehension on the
girls' faces showed, a couple of the mothers gulped, I know I
did.  "There will be tasks that you will have to complete. I will
keep reinforcing this, reminding you ladies that by participating
in this new sport with your daughters, you will need to give
yourselves completely to them. Think about that, ladies you must
act, think and be a dog, your daughter will be your mistress,
your owner. Call it brain washing if you will, but you must
completely submit to the training by your daughters."


Coach Wagner paused; some of the girls were rubbing the shoulders
of their mothers, giving a small bit of comfort.


"Practices are mandated on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  I
expect mothers and daughters here in this conference room on
those days, ready to practice that day's competition. Again, the
competition this year will cover the "hunting instincts, obstacle
test, Best of Breed, Best of Show, and Best of Herding."


"What does this hunting instincts cover?" Barb asked.


"In the hunting instincts test you will learn to kill a wounded
quail with your mouth.  You will retrieve the quail and bring it
back to your daughter, it is timed event."


"Eeeww!" Said some of the girls, "Oh my" and "Oh gosh no" from
some of the mothers.  I gulped and looked down at the floor
thinking how humiliating I would look carrying a bird in my
mouth. My cunt spasmed a little at the thought, "How fucking
disgusting," I said to myself.  "Carrying a dead bird in my
mouth!" but my cunt was leaking a little.  Angie had a wild eye
look on her face.


"Don't worry ladies, it is not as bad as it seems. Again ladies,
if this is too much, you and your daughter are free to leave, but
the team will be disbanded if you do," Coach Wagner said with a
stern look on her face. Then she walked to a table at the front
of the room.


"Over here, ladies," the coach waved her hand at us. "On the
table are the things you need to be a puppy girl," Coach Wagner
looked at all of us.  Angie stood next to me as the coach
continued.  "We have dog collars with school district colors,
leashes, dog paw gloves, knee pads and two straps and two mouth
pieces for each mother.  Starting at the top so to speak, we have
the dog collar." Coach Wagner held it up.  "Each dog collar has
your name on it."  The girls giggled and we looked down in
embarrassment.  Coach Wagner smiled as she continued.  "The dog
collars have a little bell attached to it, the bell is about two
inches long and sets out about an inch from the collar itself,
the bell is very sensitive.   I will explain at a later time why
that is so, but at the start of the hunting instincts test the
bell will be removed. On the back of the dog collar of course is
the leash ring."


There were moans and groans from the mother's and little giggles
from the girls.


"Please ladies, you didn't think you could be trained without a
leash? The leash ring is located on the back of the collar for
easy attachment and as you notice both collar and leash have the
school colors. One more item that is attached to the dog collar
is a doggie tag that says on one side, `Property of' your
daughter's name with phone number, and on the flip side, `I am a
proud member of the puppy girl team'.  In case you are wondering,
I had the high school metallurgy students make the dog tags
yesterday after your daughter called."


The coach looked at us and smiled.  "To get your mind into the
proper attitude, ladies, you will start wearing the dog collar
today.  Do not take it off, it is washable and should be good for
use on the day of the competition.  But the bell will only be
used during practices or when you at home. If you go out, it is
up to your daughter to remove the bell.  These two mouth pieces
are little rubber pieces fit at the back of your mouth, the board
did say that they want to see slobber coming from the mouth."


We all groaned, and I think Cindy said, "Ah shit".  I looked at
Angie and she smiled back at me.  She had an excited look on her
face.


"Ladies please, dogs slobber so these two pieces of rubber will
do the trick, your mouth will be open, you can eat and drink,
using your tongue of course, but you will not be able to talk
with the two pieces in your mouth.  The dog collar and the mouth
pieces will allow you to only yelp, or bark in response to your
daughter's commands, which is the desired effect the competition
committee is looking for."


There were murmurs and whispered curses by the mothers.  Zoe
leaned over and said something to Stacey and both girls giggled.


"Next on the table are the dog paw gloves.  As you can see these
are fashioned after dog paws, these are practice pairs.  The
gloves come all the way to your elbows with the fingers curled
inside.  We have plenty more as you wear them out, but for the
competition, the middle school art class will craft some special
pairs for each of you. You will be wearing the paws on your
hands."  Coach Wager set down the pair of gloves.


"Now these two straps," the coach said as she held up the two
straps, one with a short chain.  "This larger strap fits around
your thigh and this smaller one with the chain fits around your
ankle, the chain clips to the large strap, thus bending your
knees backwards, holding your ankle to your thigh.  Your knees
will take punishment when you attach the straps; it is my
recommendation that you start wearing the straps tonight, at
least for twenty minutes and then every day increase the wear
time by twenty minutes.  During the competition you will be on
your hands and knees for about ten hours.  You need to work up to
the ten hours, get your knees used the discomfort.  The knee pads
are of course self-explanatory and as you can see also look like
dog paws.  Please take care of your knees, ladies, as your knees
will take the physical punishment in training."


Some of the mothers gulped and shuffled their feet but every girl
had a smile on her face.  Angie reached over, grabbed my wrist
and squeezed it.  I looked at her and she gave me a thin smile. 
Fuck! Why was I so wet?


"Here are the uniforms your daughters will be wearing." The coach
held up a one piece dress with the school colors of blue and
silver.  "The dress is designed to come to mid thigh on your
daughters and the cut down the front runs down to their belly
button. Bras and panties are not allowed to be worn by the girls.
 This uniform is one piece designed to be form fitting on her
body."


Now it was the girls turn to "oh" and "ah".  "Neat!" blurted
Angie, "I like it," said nine year old Karen.  "Whoa!" sixteen
year-old Meagan exclaimed as she stepped forward to look at the
uniform.


Some more "Oh my" and "goshs" were spoken by the mothers as we
stepped forward to look at the uniforms.


"Looks like a dominatrix outfit to me," said Maggie Hart as she
stepped forward to look at the dress.


"Your right Mrs Hart, it is designed after the popular girl's
dress, the Board of Elders selected this after lengthy
discussions with local designers.  Your daughter will be wearing
these black knee high boots with a five inch stiletto heel," the
coach said as she held up a pair of black shiny boots.


Each mother looked at her daughter with embarrassment on her
face.  "Girls, get used to wearing the boots, especially if you
have never worn a stiletto type heel before.  Practice at home
with the boots or wear them when you go out."


Angie smiled at me and squeezed my hand.  I wondered what she
would look like with "Yes, Mistress" boots on.


"Now, let's get practice officially underway.  Ladies, you must
lose your inhibitions today and going forward, I can't stress
enough that you must get into the proper frame of mind of having
your daughters control you. I know all of you have seen naked
women before as you were growing up.  But probably your daughters
have not seen you nude before.  You must get over that fear, that
phobia.  You will be nude during the competition. If this bothers
you, you are free to leave and the team disbands." Coach Wagner
stepped aside of the table and waited for the mothers to make up
their minds.  "Don't let it be said that I am not giving you
mothers enough of an opportunity to back out."


We all looked at each other and shook our heads.  Angie had an
anxious look on her face.  She had never seen me nude before, nor
did it ever occur to me to be nude around her.  I looked at the
other mothers and could tell they too had never been nude in
front of their daughters.


"Good, now seeing that we have two months before the Autumn
Harvest to prepare for the competition, ladies could you please
form a line here in front of the table?  We will start with the
easiest things first," the coach said as she pointed along the
floor where we should stand.


I shuffled a few feet over to where the coach indicated.  Barb
and Cindy were to my left and Mary and Maggie were to my right. 
We kind of formed a loose line.


"Girls, please get your mother's dog collar from the table and
attach the collar around her neck."


"I had the elementary school art department on stand-by yesterday
so they could embroider your name on the collar."  The girls
walked over to the table and picked out their mother's dog
collar.


After Angie had called the number on business card on Monday, one
of the instructions she received was to ask me to pick a puppy
name for myself.  I thought she was joking but she pouted at
first saying that it wasn't her idea but then got a little upset
when I didn't take her seriously.  I spent Monday evening
searching for the ten best dog names from the internet.  After
much deliberation and squirming in the seat, I picked, "Baby
Girl".  Angie immediately called the number on the business card
and gave the name to whoever was on the other end.  After Angie
hung up the phone she smiled at me and said it was beautiful
name.


"Please put the dog tag on the collar and attach the collar to
your mother's neck. From now on while at practice or at home
practicing you can address your mother by her puppy name or
`mother'.  I don't want here the word `mom' or her first name, is
that understood, girls?"


"Yes, Coach Wagner," the girls replied.


Angie fastened the collar around my neck.  I was very nervous
standing there as she attached the collar.  I could tell that her
hands were shaking a little.  After the collar was attached,
there was the tinkling of the bells as we shuffled our feet.  I
looked to my left and saw the name Foofu on Barb's collar and
Peaches on Cindy's collar.  I looked to my right and Mary had
Cricket on hers and Dinky-Pooh was inscribed on Maggie's collar.
I stifled a giggle as I looked at the other names.  I realized
that my doggie name was probably just as ridiculous.


"These collars will now stay attached around your necks until
after the competition.  Please do not take them off.  Now, girls,
please stand in front of your mothers."


The young girls shuffled forward to stand facing their mothers. 
Angie stood right in front me looking over her shoulder at the
coach waiting for instructions.


"Here is the hardest part, ladies.  Your daughters will remove
your clothes. Girls you can pile their clothes on the table here.
 Okay, girls go ahead," indicated the coach as she stepped back a
little bit.


Angie looked at me and gave a nervous giggle and I kind of
shrugged my shoulders, fuck I was nervous.  With shaking hands my
twelve year-old daughter started to unbutton my blouse.  I
gritted my teeth.


"Girls, girls, please, look at your mothers as you take her
clothes off, not at the ceiling or floor, stare into your mothers
eyes, watch her closely, just as it is important for each mother
to get into the proper frame of mind, so you must all get into
the proper frame of mind. Remember girls, you will be the
dominate one in this relationship."


Angie looked into my eyes.  I could see the lust, the excitement
in eyes and face.  She slipped my blouse from my shoulders and it
fell to the floor.


"Girls, your mothers have given up their parenting roles.  You
are the parents now and she is the child.  You are responsible
for her well being, her emotional needs."


Angie unzipped the zipper on the skirt and let the skirt slid to
the floor.


"Mothers, keep your hands at your sides, let your daughters do
the work, please." The coach said as she walked back and forth in
front of us.  "When you get to her bra, girls, walk around behind
her and unclasped her bra, let fall from her shoulders."


Angie walked around behind me.  I took a deep breath as I felt
her fumbling with the clasps on my bra.  Then suddenly she had it
undone and my bra fell off my shoulders.  Angie walked back in
front of me, sucked in her breath and stared at my nipples.  I
felt the heat of embarrassment on my face and my chest turned
red.  Angie licked her lips and looked at me.  If Angie had said
so much as `boo!" I would have jumped out of my skin.  Here I was
topless in front of my child.


"For your mother's panties, use both hands to yank down them
down," the coach instructed.

`Shit,' I thought to myself. My fucking panties are wet at the
crotch.'  I almost asked the coach if we could take our own
panties off.  `Oh shit!' I said to myself as Angie leaned
forward.


Angie reached forward with both hands and pulled my panties down.
 She stopped pulling my panties down and stared at them.  I
looked down at Angie.  She let go of my panties and stood up
looking at me.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I could have died right
there.  `She's staring at me wondering why my panties have a wet
spot!' I thought to myself.  I could see the question forming on
her lips, `Mother, why are so wet? Do you like being humiliated?'



Angie leaned forward again with a look of embarrassment on her
face.  She pulled my panties down a little further and let go as
my panties cleared my thighs and pooled at my feet.  She looked
me up and down, but her eyes lingered on my crotch.  I was
totally nude in front of her.  She licked her lips and looked
over at the coach.


After a couple of minutes the mothers were undressed and their
daughters were staring at them, some of the mothers became self
conscious and covered their breasts and crotch.  I tried to
casually place my left hand over my crotch.


"Ladies, please do not cover yourselves, arms at your sides,
please.  Girls gather up your mother's clothes."


The girls quickly gathered up our clothes and dumped them in a
pile on the floor by the table.  Angie hurried back to stand in
front of me.  I almost quit right there.  I was so humiliated
standing there naked, what was I thinking? But my cunt told me
otherwise, especially looking at Angie who had excitement in her
eyes.


"Come on ladies, this is nothing, we have a long way to go and a
short time to teach you to lose your inhibitions."


Finally all the mothers were standing straight with their arms at
their sides, most had their nipples erect from the cool air of
the room.


"Please step over here ladies.  We need to weigh and measure you.
 This will be your personal information for the competition."


I followed Barb and Cindy to the corner of the room where there
was scale and height bar.  Angie was walking beside me.  She
hadn't said much yet since we got here and that bothered me.  I
looked like to me that she didn't trust herself to say anything.


"Foofu, please step on the scale," the coach said with a straight
face.  The girls giggled and I almost cracked up.  Barb turned
beat red as she stepped on the scale.


The coach had her clipboard.  She flipped a couple of pages. 
"Age 41, what's her weight, Zoe?"


"Um, 135, coach," Zoe said as she stared down at the scale.


"And her height?"


Zoe took the height bar and placed it on top of her mother's
head.  "Ah, five feet, seven inches, coach."


"Okay, Zoe, take that measuring tape and wrap it around her bust
line, the tape must cover her nipples." Coach instructed.


Zoe took the tape and wrapped it around her mother's chest.  "Ah,
36 inches, coach," Zoe said as she studied the tape.


"Foofu has a 36b bust size, Zoe, very good. Next Peaches?" the
coach said as she waved at the scale.  Barb stood there
self-consciously as I and Mary and Maggie did.


"Her age is 39, weight, Stacey?"


"Um, okay, 140 pounds."


"Peaches's height?"


Stacey adjusted the height bar on her mother's head.  "It is five
feet, ten inches."


"And her bust size?"


I look at Cindy and had always known her to have big tits, but
seeing them now, her titties were gorgeous.  I wanted to lick my
lips as I stared at them, but didn't want anybody to know that I
thought those titties were beautiful.


Stacey wrapped the measure tape around her mother.  "Size is 38
inches, coach."


"Very good Stacey, Peaches's bust size I think is a 38D," smiled
the coach.


The coach looked at me.  "You're next Baby Girl."


Angie put her hand on the small of my back and kind of pushed me
up on the scale.


"Her age is 40, weight, Angie?"


"Baby Girl is 133 pounds, coach."


"Very good, Angie.  Her height?"


I felt the height bar adjusted down a little bit.  "She is five
feet, nine inches, coach."


"And Baby Girl's bust size?"


I felt Angie's trembling hands as she adjusted the tape measure
around my chest.  "She is 38 inches short, coach.  What's that
mean?"


"It means that Baby Girls bust size is a 38C, thanks Angie, now
you Dinky-Pooh."


Maggie stepped up to the scale and her nine year old daughter
looked down at the scale.


"Dinky-Pooh's weight is 130 pounds coach and her age is 38 I
think," Karen said with a smile as the coach nodded her head
writing on the clipboard.  Little Karen had a difficult time
reaching the height bar so Stacey stepped forward and adjusted it
for her.  "Dinky-Pooh's height is five feet, eight inches. 
Thanks, Stacey," smiled the youngster.


"Her bust size is," Karen said as she adjusted the measuring
tape, "42 inches long, coach."


"Thank you, Karen. That means that Dinky-Pooh has a bust of 42F."


I stared Maggie's tits and marvelled at them.   So did the girls.
 Angie licked her lips.  I've never seen such a big pair of
titties before.


"Okay, Cricket, your turn.  Your age is 36."


Mary Johnson stepped forward onto the scale with her daughter
standing beside her.


"Cricket's weight is 130 pounds, coach," Megan said staring at
the scale.


"Her height is," Megan adjusted the bar,  "five feet, eight
inches and her bust line is,"  Megan quickly wrapped the tape
measure around her mother,  "38 inches long, coach."


"Cricket has a 38DD bust size, very good, Megan."


"Thank you girls, this information will be entered into a
database for the competition."


I had my hands folded in front of my crotch as I watched the
coach.  I was damp between my legs.


"Okay, back in line again, ladies.  Girls, please stand in front
of your mothers."


We shuffled into a line again and Angie was in front of me
staring at my breasts.


"At the start of each practice, either here or at home, your
daughters will undress you.  This is part of the warm-up process.
 As your training progresses, the warm up routine will change. 
But for now, your daughters are going to fondle you until I say
otherwise."


The girls giggled and we gasped.  I quickly looked to my left and
right, Barb, Cindy, Mary and Maggie had worried looks on their
faces.  I looked at Angie.  She was smiling and was rocking up
and down on her toes like she always did when she was excited to
get something for free.


"Quiet please, girls.  For Intercourse to win in two months you
also have to buy into the notion that your mothers are now puppy
girls, your mothers will be doing the work but you will be
directing them, as we progress in our training, if you look at
your mother as your mother and not a puppy girl to be trained,
then we have lost."


I frowned when Coach Wagner said that.  But my stomach though
jumped with excitement.  I wondered if the other four mothers
felt the same way I did.


"The days that we do not have practice, you will practice at
home, the same on the weekends. It is best that you all get
together at one location or house and practice with your mothers
what you have learned for the week, build upon theme of puppy
girl."


The coach looked at each of us.  "Mothers, part of this attitude
training is that your daughters own your body and minds, you must
obey them during the competition and during practices and when
you practice at home, you must be able to follow your daughters
directions. If you can't follow her directions while practicing
at home where it is safe and private, then it will show during
the competition. Again, I will keep reminding you that your
daughters are your mistresses, you are the dogs, your daughter is
responsible for your grooming, eating, sleeping habits and
training. Buy into that ladies, give yourselves completely to
your daughters.  As part of this attitude training, your
daughters must know every inch of your body."


All of the girls were smiling now; I was frowning and looking
nervous and so were the other mothers.


"Okay, girls, look at your mothers.  Go on look really good at
them."


I was again self-conscious again with Angie staring right at me.


Coach Wagner walked around behind the mothers.


"Girls reach out and run your hands thru her hair, touch her
neck, ears, run your fingers down her nose."


Coach watched the girls feeling about their mother's head and
hair.  Angie reached up and ran her fingers through my hair,
slightly rubbing my scalp that felt good.  Then she put both
hands around my neck and rubbed up and down and then took my ears
between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed them.  Sometimes Bill
liked to grab my ears with his fingers and control my head
movements as I sucked his cock.  I would have to remind him that
I didn't like that but he always said it gave a thrill and extra
pleasure to rub my ears.  Why do men think that rubbing our ears
as we suck their cock gives us a thrill?


"Now girls, open your mother's mouth and run your fingers in her
mouth, feel her tongue, inside her cheeks, run your fingers over
her teeth.  You own your mothers mouth, she will eat what you
feed her."


Fuck I was wet! And nervous as hell as Angie ran her fingers
around the inside of my mouth.  I watched Barb out of my
peripheral vision, her face was flushed then I noticed Maggie on
my right as her nine year-old daughter had her fingers in her
mouth.


Coach Wagner walked back and forth observing the girls.  "Okay,
step back girls."


The girls stepped back, all smiling at us.  I was still looking
at Angie as she wiped her fingers on her pants.


"Ladies, please clasped your hands behind your head." The coach
ordered.  I locked my fingers behind my head.  "Good, good, now
mothers please stick your chests.  Come on push out your chest so
your breasts are sticking out.  Okay, great."


I could feel the wetness between my legs as I looked at Angie, my
breasts practically pointing right at her.


Angie looked down at my crotch again.  I knew I was wet and she
knew it too.  I could feel the moistness between my thighs. 
Angie looked up at me and smiled.


"This next task will be difficult for, ladies.  For a woman to be
properly warmed up, your breasts must be manipulated."


What the fuck?  Did I hear her right?  The five of us looked at
the coach.


"Girls this is a big step for you to.  Please fondle your
mother's breasts, go on, touch them and squeeze them," Coach
Wagner ordered as she watched girls hesitate.  "Come on girls,
this is practice.  I know this hard for you, but get over your
fear of touching your mother."


Angie looked at the coach then me.  She got a grin on her face as
she stepped forward and awkwardly grabbed my breasts with her
hands.


"Uhhh, aaahhh!" I groaned as my daughter roughly handled my
breasts.


"This is so cool," smiled little Karen Hart as she kneaded her
mother's breasts.


The other girls nervously giggled.  We all groaned as the girls
kneaded us and  the doggie bells attached to our collars were
ringing each time the girls squeezed our breasts.


"Mothers please, no sounds, you are only to be seen and not
heard.  Remember that."


Angie was mauling my breasts as I bit my lip.  Her fingers
squeezing and pinching my tit flesh.


"Mothers, look at your daughters, don't look around the room. 
Keep your hands behind your head.  Very good, Baby Girl" smiled
the coach as she stood beside me.


I didn't know if I should smile at the coach when she called me
by my doggie name.


Mary and Maggie gave a nervous laugh as their daughters squeezed
and fondled their breasts.  Cindy and Barb were gritting their
teeth.


The coach walked up to Mary, or Cricket, and said.  "Stop girls.
Here is the proper way to manipulate your mother's breasts. 
First start by cupping her breasts like this."  I watched as the
coach cupped both of Mary's breasts in her hands.  "Stroke her
breasts slowly with circular movements. Your hand movement should
be counter clockwise on the right breast, and clockwise on the
left breast. Do this for at least 35 times." The girls watched in
fascination as the coach rubbed Cricket's breasts with the palms
of her hands.  I could tell that Mary was biting her tongue
trying not to saying anything.


"Next step, gently cup her breasts and simply cover them with
your hands. The heat from your palms will soon transcend to her
breast and into her body.  Now look at Cricket's nipples, are
they standing erect?"


A chorus of "Yes, Coach Wagner."


"Good, next draw lazy circles around her breasts and when her
nipples are more erect, open your hands and with your palms lying
flat on her nipples, gently draw open circles."  Coach Wagner
demonstrated for the girls.  The girls were now crowded around
the coach.  "Be sure that your palms are `barely touching' her
nipples. This `barely there' feeling is guaranteed to warm your
mother up.  Okay, take a minute and practice this technique."


Angie came and stood in front of me again.  Now instead of
mauling my breasts, she gently ran her palms around my nipples. 
She was smiling as she gently covered my breasts with her hands.
I closed my eyes as the heat from her palms warmed my nipples.


Angie whispered up close, "You like this don't you Baby Girl?"


Fuck! I almost spasmed right there when she called me Baby Girl.
I opened my eyes and stared into hers, she leaning close to me. 
I didn't trust myself to say anything so I barely nodded my head.
 Angie smiled and ran her tongue around her lips.  I think she
knew that I liked what she was doing to me.


"Now girls, next step in the warm-up.  Your mother's nipples
should be erect by now.  Take the nipples between your index
finger and thumb and lightly squeeze them."


I could hear soft moans from Mary and Maggie and Barb and Cindy.
I bit my lip as Angie tweaked, pinched and rolled my nipples
between her fingers.  The dog collar bells were tinkling on each
if us now.


"Ladies, one reason for the dog collar bell is to let your
daughter know where you are.  During competition, you must be
absolutely still during some of the tests.  The dog collar bell
will help with this.  Girls, as you are fondling your mothers
breasts, please don't do it so hard as to make her move. In time,
you will become proficient in kneading her breasts that her bell
will not tinkle, as long as she is standing still."


I stood as still as I could.  Nine year-old Karen was pinching
her mother's breasts harder because poor Maggie was moving back
and forth and just barely groaning.


"These techniques are all meant to relax your mother's simple
mind while stimulating her at the same time. Please continue to
pinch and rub her nipples." The coach ordered as she walked back
and forth behind the girls.


Angie was pinching and rubbing hands hands all over my nipples. 
I saw Megan, Stacey and Zoe were giggling and Karen was smiling.
There were more grasps and gosh's from the mothers and giggling
from the girls.  I kept biting my tongue as Angie smiled at me.


"Please, girls this is not a laughing matter.  Your mother's
warm-up should be taken seriously."


It got quiet all of sudden as the girls concentrated on pinching
their mother's nipples.  "Next step as you are running your hands
and fingers over her body and breasts, I want to say out loud, `I
own you, you are mine, I control you'.  Look at your mother as
you say this.  I want you to repeat this until I say stop."


Angie looked at me and said, "I own you, you are mine, I control
you," then she pinched my nipples again.  Then she repeated it,
all the while looking at me.  All the girls were talking now to
their mothers.  Coach Wagner waited a minute as the girls said
their lines.  I looked straight at my daughter who was slightly
smiling at me, still standing close to me.  With my hands behind
my head and my breasts sticking out she said, "I own you mother,
I control you!"


My cunt twitched when she said "mother", damn that made me hot!


"Stop, quiet ladies.  Okay girls, as you are pinching their
nipples, now I want you to say directly to your mother, "BITCH",
call her a bitch, and keep calling her a bitch until I say stop."


We all turned looking at Coach Wagner with horrified looks. 
"What?" "No Way", "this is too much" were heard.


I didn't say anything but looked at Angie again.  She had a
pouting look on her face like I wasn't cooperating.  It felt kind
of strange as she looked at me like I had failed her in small
way.


"Hush, ladies, this is not for you to decide.  What is a female
dog but a bitch? Get your attitude right, for the next two
months, you will be a bitch and you will act like a bitch." 
Coach Wagner looked at the girls.  Little Karen was nervous, Zoe
was grinning but it looked to be forced.  I could tell the girls
were nervous about calling us a bitch.


"Okay girls, start."


Angie turned to me and said, "Bitch." My clit jumped and my
adrenaline pumped in my stomach.


She reached up and took both my nipples and tweaked them,
"Bitch," she said again as she looked in my eyes.  She had this
strange look on her face as she gently squeezed both breasts.  My
dog bell tinkled just a little.


"Bitch," nine year-old said to her mother Maggie.


I could tell Barb and Cindy were on the verge of crying as their
daughters called them "Bitch" and pulled their nipples.


"Mothers, please looked into your daughters' eyes as she calls
you a bitch, you need to get used to this word, keep going
girls," Coach Wagner urged as she walked back and forth in front
of us.  "Girls don't pull your mother's nipples that hard that it
causes her doggie bell to tinkle.  Remember to work on a delicate
touch with her."


For the next two minutes our daughters pinched and pulled our
nipples.  We stood silently as they called us a "bitch".  My cunt
was pass the point of getting wet, it was sopping.  The moistness
of my cunt made a wet sound as I moved my thighs, shifting my
weight in response to my nipples being squeezed.


Angie looked into my eyes as she called bitch and stepped back
slightly and looked down at my crotch.  I just knew she tell the
inside of my thighs were damp.  She looked up at me again,
pinching my nipples, leaned forward, and whisper bitch into my
ear.  I could tell she was enjoying this.


"Stop girls, work on that tonight at home.  Just as we did here,
remove your mother's clothes and warm her up.  Now back away from
your mother a little bit.  I want you to bend down and look at
your mother's crotch, go on"


I heard the girls giggle as the leaned forward and looked at our
crotches.


Angie put her hand to her mouth as she looked closely at me.


Nine year old stood up straight.  "Coach, my mom is wet between
her legs!"


It was more of statement than a question.  Angie nodded her head
as did the other girls.


"That's okay girls.  It means that your mother is aroused and
warmed up for practice!  Wetness between her legs is an indicator
that she is ready for practice, remember that for at home."


Angie turned and looked at when the coach said that.  I wanted to
die and crawl into a hole as she looked at me.  She had smile on
her face.  I wonder if she was wet between her thighs?


"So, does she have hair on her crotch?"


"Yes, coach," the girls said in unison.



"It needs to be shaved off.  The rules state for best of breed,
style and examination tests, the puppy girl has be shaved."


Examination? Did the coach just say examination? Fuck what does
that mean?


The young girls were murmuring amongst themselves, some of us
were embarrassed and looked around the classroom.  I didn't have
that much vaginal hair but what I did have made it look bushy.


"Quiet, girls.  Now walk around behind your mother."


The girls shuffled behind around behind us.  Angie gave me a
quick look as she walked behind me.  She had this wild look in
her eye that she was getting all that she wished for.


"Bend your mother over at the waist and look for anal hair.  Is
there anal hair there?"


The girls giggled again and said in unison, "Yes, coach."


"If there is, that needs to be shaved too."


The girls giggled.  I turned beet red as did Barb and Cindy
beside me.  We were being inspected by our daughters.


"Karen and Stacey please get the mats from the corner and lay
them on the floor over there, thank you."


"Ladies please lie down on the mat and pull your ankles over your
head."


As I laid out on the mat on my back and pulled my ankles over me
I could feel my pussy lips part, you know the feeling of a wet
pussy that slowly opens up when it is wet.  I looked down between
my breasts looking at Angie.  She had her left hand next to her
crotch and I could tell that ever so slightly she was rubbing
herself.  `Fuck!' she likes this to,' I thought.



Just then a knock was at the conference room door and in walked a
lady carrying a box, she was wearing a short skirt that came
about five inches above her knees and a pink blouse with the
first three buttons undone.


"Hello, Mrs Jenkins," smiled Coach Wagner as she walked to help
the woman.


"Hello, coach and hello girls, this must be the puppy girls," Mrs
Jenkins said looking down on us.


I was just lying down on the mat.  All of us looked up at Mrs
Jenkins, "Ladies this is Mrs Jenkins.  She is the cosmology
teacher at the high school.  She will be instructing your
daughters in how to shave your vagina."


The coach was cut off by a chorus of "No way", "We didn't agree
to this."


"Ladies, ladies, please, this is part of the training and
practice but more importantly this is a trust issue with your
daughter."


"What do you mean trust issue?" asked Mrs Spanner.


"It means ladies, that you must trust your daughter with the most
sensitive part of your anatomy and that you are handing over that
trust willingly.  Now repeat after me, I trust my daughter, come
ladies repeat it please."


"I trust my daughter," we parroted the coach.


"I also trust my daughter with my body for it is hers to
control." Coach Wagner looked at us.  "Come on ladies, say it."


"I also trust my daughter with my body for it is hers to
control," we said in unison.  Angie was smiling shyly at me.


"My daughter knows what is best for me and my body and I trust
her," the coach said as she looked at each of us.


"My daughter knows what is best for me and my body and I trust
her," we repeated.


"Good, Mrs Jenkins, the floor is yours," smiled the coach.


"Thank you, Coach Wagner, now ladies please lie back on the mats
and pull your knees back to your shoulders."


Mrs Jenkins waited until as we lay down on the mats and pulled
our knees back to our shoulders again.  Angie almost reached out
and touched my pussy but she kept her left hand positioned by her
crotch.


"Thank you.  As Coach Wagner said, this is a trust issue that you
must give to your daughters.  Now let's take a look here.  Girls
I want you to introduce yourself and your mother, I want her
puppy name, not her real name."


Mrs Jenkins walked to the end of the line standing in front of
Zoe.  We were lying on our backs with our heads turned watching
Mrs Jenkins.


Zoe looked up at Mrs Jenkins.  "Hi, Mrs Jenkins, I'm Zoe Lane,
I'm thirteen and this is Foofu."


Mrs Jenkins squatted down and pulled some of Barb's pubic hair
then patted her vagina.  "Very good, Foofu, I see that your are
moist."


I looked over at Barb and could tell she almost died when Mrs
Jenkins said that.


She stood up and stepped over to my friend Cindy.


"Hi Mrs Jenkins, I'm Stacey and I'm fourteen years old.  This is
Peaches."


Again, Mrs Jenkins squatted down, pulled on Cindy's pubic hair
and patted her vagina.  "I like the moistness of Peaches, Stacey.
 Good job!"


Stacey had a big smile on her face.


The girls introduced us and themselves to Mrs Jenkins who each
time squatted down and pulled our pubic hair then patted our
vaginas.  Mrs Jenkins made a comment on how wet we were.


Mrs Jenkins stood straight and looked at the girls.  "Okay girls,
please get the items out of the box, there is five of everything.
 Ladies, your daughters as I understand it are responsible for
your well being and care, this is the first step."


After the girls had sorted all the items each girl kneeled down
looking at their mother's vagina and anus, the items ready to be
used.


"Girls, when shaving your mother's vagina for the first time,
make sure to prepare her.  It is natural to be apprehensive since
you are dealing with a very sensitive area on your mother, her
clitoris or clit, but you get the hang of it, shaving your
mother's cunt will be just as easy as taking a shower."


The girls giggled and we gasped at the word `cunt'.


"Quiet ladies.  Girls, I want to you to call your mother's vagina
a cunt, go on, out loud if you please."


"Cunt, cunt, cunt," the girls repeated with smiles on their
faces.


"Very good, girls.  Vagina is too clinical a word for her crotch.
 We all have cunts here girls, so from now on refer to your
mother's vagina as cunt."


"Yes, Mrs Jenkins," the girls replied.


"Now, you must carefully follow the steps I am about to tell
you."


The five girls all looked at each other with smiles on their
faces.  I was staring up at the ceiling wondering how I let this
happen.


"Step one girls is have the proper hair removal products. When
choosing a razor, pick the ones that are specifically designed
for older women like your mother. Make a little sacrifice of
opting for those that are of high quality rather than settling
for the cheap disposable ones that are more likely to cause cuts,
soreness, minor rashes and razor burns, because in this
competition your mother must be shaved as smooth as a baby's
bottom. As for the type of shaving foam, also choose the ones
specially made for older women. Do not use men's shaving cream or
soap."


The girls opened up the bags before them and rummaged through the
contents as Mrs Jenkins talked to them.  "Older women like me?" I
thought.  "Fuck, I'm not that old!"


"Step two you will need to trim her pubic hair short, especially
for these two puppies, um, Foofu and Dinky-Pooh.  They have
thick, long pubic hair which is not allowed." Mrs Jenkins pointed
to Barbara Lane and Mary Johnson.  "Next to you there are
scissors that are sharp but have a safety blade and a blunt tip.
Now before you start to clip her pubic hair, notice her clit,
take a good look at it.  Now take her clit between your thumb and
index finger.  Mothers they are doing this so that your clit will
not be cut, but in time as the girls get better, they may not
need to hold your clit."


There were `oohhhs and aahhs' as the girls each took hold of
their mother's clits.


When Angie took hold of my clit I jumped and groaned.  "Easy Baby
Girl, I got you!" She whispered to me.  Here was my twelve
year-old holding the most intimate part of my body, my clit and
she was telling me to be easy.


"Please start clipping your mother's pubic hair as short as you
can to prepare for an easy shave.  Hold her clit with your left
hand as you trim the right side of her cunt. When you are done
with the right side, take your right thumb and index finger and
hold her clit and cut her pubic hair with your left.  Very good
girls."


Some of the mothers were squirming on the mats with low moans and
grunts.  I lifted my head a little and looked down between my
breasts to see my daughter with a look of concentration on her
face, her tongue sticking out little as she trimmed me.  She was
pulling my clit to the right and left.  I couldn't tell if she
was doing this on purpose or if she was really working the
scissors around my cunt.  It didn't matter though.  I was holding
my ankles over my head, moaning softly as my daughter trimmed my
pubic hair.


Coach Wagner smiled, "Please ladies lay still.  Your daughters
have scissors."  She was walking back and forth in front of us.


Angie's finger tips were warm as they clamped around my clit. 
They were the fingers of a little girl, little unsure of how to
handle an adult woman like her mother, but she still had a good,
firm grip on my clit.


"Step three, with the wash cloth you have go over to the sink and
wet them with warm water. You need to observe proper cleaning of
her cunt to avoid skin irritations.  Soak her pubic hair very
well; as this will soften it to promote better shaving results."


It was a letdown when Angie let go of my clit.  The powerful
sensations left my body.  She didn't even look at me when she
retrieved the wash cloth and stood up.  I wanted her see how
flushed I was from her handling of my clit.  Maybe she already
knew? Maybe she didn't care.  I don't know.


The girls came back from the sink and knelt down again.  Angie
knelt down then looked over at Mrs Jenkins.  She still wasn't
paying attention to me.


"Now take the wash cloth and place it over her cunt covering the
area to be shaved for a couple of minutes, every now and then,
pat the wash cloth and press down on it so the shortened pubic
hairs soak the warmth."


There were more groans and `aaahhhs' as the girls did as
instructed.  Angie patted me a couple of times.  I still had my
head raised looking at her from between breasts.  Fuck, I
thought, just rub me damn it!


"Step four is to apply ample amount of shaving cream to her pubic
area.  If you apply to much shaving cream or get shaving cream on
her clit or cunt lips, please take the wash cloth and wipe it
away."


Just about every girl had applied to much shaving cream and were
giggling and laughing as they wiped away the excess.  Angie had a
smile on her face as she slowly wiped away the excess shaving
cream.  I squirmed a little bit.


"Very good girls, now we allow it to settle there for a few
minutes to make the hair softer and easier to shave." Mrs Jenkins
said as she watched the girls.


Coach Wagner stepped forward and said. "While we are waiting,
girls, the PTSA sells a lotion that can be applied to your
mother's anus to make it smell better, the smell will play a big
part in the examination test.  Shave her every morning if you
have to and purchase the lotion from PTSA store."


Mrs Jenkins walked back to the front.  "Speaking of your mother's
anus, please apply a small amount of shaving cream between her
ass cheeks to the bottom of her cunt.  Make sure that there is no
shaving cream on her anal ring."


Angie had a look of concentration as I felt the cool shaving
cream around my anus.  She used her index finger to spread the
cream. The other girls were still giggling and smiling.


"In shaving your mother's anus, put your left thumb on her, for a
lack of a better word, asshole." We were totally embarrassed and
humiliated now.  Our daughters were giggling.  "With the shaving
razor in your right hand, gently press down on her asshole with
your thumb and start to shave around it."


Coach Wagner and Mrs Jenkins both knelt down and watched the
girls.  I was breathing shallow.  Angie kept working her thumb
around my anus almost making me squirm.


"Very good, girls, keep it up, as you move the razor around her
anal area, rotate your thumb on her asshole."


"Oh SHIT," squealed Mrs Hart.


"Oh, sorry mom," replied an embarrassed Karen.


"What happened?" asked Mrs Jenkins as she walked over to Karen.


"I accidentally pushed my thumb into her asshole," Karen blushed.


"That's alright, sweetie" smiled Mrs Jenkins, "I see that your
mother's asshole is pretty loose, just be careful next time." To
the other girls Mrs Jenkins said, "Girls if something like that
happens ignore it and keep on with what you are doing."


"Oh God," murmured Mrs Hart. "That was something."


Her daughter giggled.


"Continue on girls, very good."


We were squirming on our backs as our daughters rotated their
thumbs around our assholes as they shaved the hair away.  I
wanted to come in the worst way, but not in front of the other
mothers or the coach and certainly not in front of the girls.


"Very good, girls, now rinse off the razors and remove the wash
cloth from your mother's cunts."


Angie and the other girls got up and rinsed the razors off.  We
were still holding our ankles above our head.


When the girls returned Mrs Jenkins continued.  "Step five girls
now we start shaving her pubic hair. Gently pull your mother's
clit taut with one hand and carefully move the razor downward, in
the direction of the hair growth, with the other hand. Do not
apply too much pressure when you shave her, but make sure that
her clit is out of the way. Rinse the razor every couple of
strokes in the pan of water to avoid clogging it."


There were low moans and groans as the girls squeezed and pulled
their mother's clits out of the way of the razors.  Angie took
hold of my clit again and moved it out of the way.  I felt the
razor on my skin.  I looked at Angie as she concentrated on
shaving me.  Every now and then she would roll my clit between
her fingers.  I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or
not.  Angie's shaving and handling of my clit had me at short of
breath.  I tried not to squirm.


"Step six, very good girls, now to shave the more sensitive area
of her cunt, use your free hand to roll her looser cunt lips open
and carefully move the razor up along its edges and up to the
upper ridge to remove those tiny hairs.  Be extra careful when
you do this tricky part. That's it, very good, use slow strokes
so as to not hurt her.  Mothers, you might want to be really
still during this part."


Angie let go of my clit and took hold of vaginal lips.  I was
ashamed to admit to myself that her fingers on my clit had a good
feeling to it.  I wanted to come in the worst way, hell, I wanted
her fingers on my clitty again.


"Step seven is to rinse off the shaved cunt with warm water and
then check for some areas you might have missed.  Get the wash
cloth damp again and wipe away any residue, very good, did any of
you miss areas?"


A chorus of, "No, Mrs Jenkins," from the girls.


Just then the room door opened.  I leaned my head back so that I
was looking at things upside down.  In walked five young girls,
each carrying a hairstylist bag.  Fuck I thought.  Now I will
lose my blonde hair.


Mrs. Jenkins ignored the girls as they walked into the classroom.
 "Last step, step eight, put the skin moisturizer that you have
next to you on your mother's shaved cunt to keep it moisturized
and protected."


The young hairstylists came over to where we were lying on the
floor.  I could hear the whispering, giggling and quiet laughter
of the girls.  Angie didn't pay any attention to the youngsters
as she applied moisturizer on my cunt.  I was about the protest
the intrusion of the girls into our practice but Coach Wagner
didn't seem to be bothered by it.


As the girls were applying the moisturizer, Mrs Jenkins went on,
"You can shave your puppy girl's cunt more than once, but make
sure that you have enough shaving foam or gel to go with it. 
Later on, when her skin is getting used to shaving, you can
switch to applying Vaseline petroleum jelly instead of a shaving
cream. This will also give your mother a clean shave."


I closed my eyes as Angie applied the cool cream to my cunt.  Her
fingers gently smoothing over the cream.  Her index finger and
middle were smoothing the cream around when I felt her two
fingers poke into the entrance of my cunt.  My hips jumped and
quickly looked down at her between my breasts.


Angie looked at me with a straight face.  "Sorry, mother," she
said whispered but she didn't remove her fingers.  `Fuck! What
was I gonna do? Complain to Mrs Jenkins that my daughter had two
of her fingers in my cunt? Tell Angie to take her fingers out of
my cunt? It was then that she took her two fingers out of me. 
She smiled as she wiped her fingers on the inside of my thigh.

"Very important girls, do not shave her cunt without shaving
cream or gel. Shaving bare skin will only cause razor burns and
won't be good for the competition.  Avoid using soap, as it will
not provide enough moisture on the hair for easy shaving."  Mrs
Jenkins knelt next to Angie and looked at her handy work.  "Very
good Angie, it looks her vagina is as smooth as a baby's bottom!"


"Thanks, Mrs Jenkins," Angie replied.  I noticed she blushed as
she thanked the cosmology teacher.  Then Angie looked at me again
and smiled.  Fuck, I wanted her fingers inside me again,


"The PTSA, as Coach Wagner pointed out, sells the right products
that prevent skin irritations and unwanted rashes on female
genitals.  Shaving should be done in the direction of her hair
growth. It should begin with the upper part of the cunt. Both the
sides should be done first and then the front. This will give a
close and clean shave to your puppy girl's cunt."


I tried my best not to squirm as Angie patted my cunt.  That was
the second time that Mrs Jenkins used the word, puppy girl, to
describe us.


Mrs Jenkins was walking back and forth in front of us.  "The skin
of her cunt should not be given too much pressure, but make sure
that her clit is protected with your fingers. Also repeated
strokes should be avoided. These actions only irritate her skin.
For her cunt lips, her lips should be pulled and flatten tautly
in one hand while using the razor across with the other. This
part of her crotch is the most sensitive, so proper care should
be taken while shaving it.  Any questions girls?" asked Mrs
Jenkins as she looked at the girls.  Angie shook her head.  "Okay
great, it was nice being here and good luck in the competition,"
smiled Mrs Jenkins.


A chorus of "Thank you Mrs Jenkins" rang out from the girls.  I
was trying to compose myself after having my clit and lip pulled,
squeezed and tugged at by my daughters.  I am sure the other
mothers felt the same way I did.  Fuck, it was hard not to come
right then.


Coach Wagner stepped forward.  "These girls are here to give you
haircuts, ladies.  I have decided that your hairstyle will the
`pageboy' cut."


Fuck! A pageboy cut? Seriously? I thought.

"Fashionable women a couple of hundred years ago sported
pageboys, and many adult women adopted it.  A well cut pageboy is
easy to maintain, girls, and in I my opinion, I think it's edgy
with a stylish look."


Coach Wagner motioned to the young girls.  "Girls, please pick a
puppy to kneel next too."  I heard shuffling and giggling as the
girls took their positions.


"Ladies, the pageboy is similar to a long bob hairstyle.  I think
the pageboy hairstyle is a haircut which will work perfectly for
your status as a puppy girl.  The youngsters here will cut your
hair to your shoulders and to just below your ears, where it will
curl under.  This look suits the variety of your face and body
type."


The coach looked at us still lying on our backs.  "Okay, puppies,
roll over to your hands and knees."  The girl squatting in front
of me giggled.


Damn it I was embarrassed being on my hands and knees with a ten
year old staring at me.


The girl either on purpose or inadvertently spread her knees
apart.  I got a clear look at the youngster's panties, or thong
as it were, a nice pink thong with a little heart sewn over the
cunny.  Oh Gawd! Let me see it! I screamed to myself.


The ten year old blonde opened her hairstylist bag and pulled out
scissors and brushes and combs.


"Girls, you might want to collect your mother's hair scraps as
the youngsters cut their hair.  I have plastic baggies over there
on the table.  Puppies, please be still as the young hairstylists
cut your hair."


The girl cutting my hair giggled when the coach said `Puppies'. 
I could feel the youngster's fingers in my hair as she held up
strands of hair and cut it.  How could these young girls know
about hairstyles? Where did they learn cut hair at such a young
age?


I think this girl knew that I looking straight at her little
crotch with the thin pink thong just covering her.  She kept
moving her thighs back and forth as she worked my hair.  Fuck, I
wish I could smell her.  Just lick the little beads of sweat that
must be collecting on her little cunt.  Oh, what I would give to
just lick the little area of skin between her anus and cunt. 
After what took less than five minutes, but seemed like an hour,
the blonde ten year old put her hand under my chin and lifted my
head so I was looking at her blue eyes.


"Nice puppy, Baby Girl," the girl as she scratched behind my left
ear.  "Your all cute now." She giggled.


The five girls stood up.  The blonde girl in front of me stood up
and straightened her dress.  Oh Gawd, perfect legs and perfect
thighs.  Oh, how I wanted to worship her.


"Thank you girls for taking the time to come here today," Coach
Wagner smiled at the girls as they collected their implements.


"You're welcome, Coach Wagner," the five youngsters replied.  The
girls gathered up their hair cutting implements and walked out
the door.


The coach waited until the girls were gone.  "Okay girls, go to
the table and get a leash," Coach Wagner ordered.


"Now walk to the other side of the classroom."


The coach waited until the girls were on the other side of the
room.


"Puppies please stand up and face your daughter."  The girls
lined up.  I stood directly across from Angie on the other side
of the room.  The girls were waiting on the coach.


"For this lesson I want you to call your mother over to you."


We all looked at the coach, even the girls.  I wondered what she
meant by `call your mother'.


Coach Wagner looked at the girls.  "What I want to you do is call
your mother over to you like you would a dog."


The girls smiled, especially Angie.  What the fuck?


Little Karen said, "Come here mother!"


Angie and other girls said, "Come here".


"No, no, no, call your mother by her name.  Say, come here and
her name, come on girls, this isn't hard, your mother needs to
take direction from you."


Angie looked at Coach Wagner, then at me and yelled, "Come here
Baby Girl!"


The four girls also yelled, "Come here Cricket, come here Foofu,
Come here Peaches, come here Dinky-Pooh."


We slowly walked across the classroom embarrassed and humiliated.


Coach Wagner stood there with her arms crossed watching us walk
across the room.


We were standing by our daughter's sides.  "Not good enough,
let's see some enthusiasm here girls, a little more pep in your
mother, whistle or slap your thigh like you would to a stray dog.
 Loosen up girls.  Now, walk to the other side of the classroom
and call your mother, but with feeling this time."


Oh fuck! I thought to myself.  Not only is this humiliating but I
am wet even doing this.  Why does this turn me? Why did that
haircut turn me on?


Angie was getting into it.  "Come here Baby Girl, good girl, come
on" she said as she slapped her thigh, bent over at the waist.
"That's it, good puppy girl" she cooed as I got close.


I tried my best to have a look of disgust on my face as I came to
her.  But inside I was all tingly.  All the other girls got into
it also, whistling and snapping their fingers.  I could tell the
others were most humiliated.  They stood next to their daughters
with their heads down and hands clasped in front of them like me.


"Better girls, practice that tonight and tomorrow, I want more
improvement on Friday.  Now attach the leash to your mothers."


The girls attached the leashes to the collars.  Angie reached
around behind me with the leash and snapped it to my collar.  I
could tell she was still nervous as she clothed rubbed up against
my breasts.  Why she didn't walk around behind me like the other
girls, I don't know.


"For this, I want you to lead your mother around the room, but
from the left side, meaning, your mother walks on your left side,
slightly behind you. If her leash goes tight because she is
slower, pull the leash until you have a nice bottom curve to it
like this.  The leash should dangle from your mother's right
side, down her between her breasts and come down to a nice curve
to your left hand.  Now start walking around the classroom."


Coach Wagner walked along correcting the girls and mildly
scolding the mothers who were to slow.  I tried to keep pace with
Angie, the leash bouncing back and forth between my breasts.


"Make sure your mother watches the dangle of the leash between
her breasts."


Angie looked over her shoulder at her me, I was staring straight
ahead.  My face I know was beet red. "Come Baby Girl, watch the
leash, watch me," my daughter urged me.


"Very good Angie, encourage your mother."


"Come on Cricket, your messing this up," said a disappointed
Karen.  Her mother was walking to slow and the leash was not
dangling between her breasts.  Her mother stepped up her walk a
little more, "That's good, Cricket" smiled the nine year old.


"Very good, girls practice that at home tomorrow.  Now, have your
mother get on her hands and knees."


Angie said, "Down Baby Girl, down." When I got on all fours,
Angie said, "Good girl," and smiled down at me.  I hung my head
in embarrassment.  I know I willingly signed onto this
competition, but the shame of being on my hands and knees in
front of my daughter was hard to endure.


"Take the pair of knee pads and put them on your mother, after
that, take the two straps and strap their ankles to their thighs.
 We won't put the hand paws on today."


The girls were busy with their tasks when Cindy and Barb gasped
as their knees where bent tight with the straps.  I clenched my
teeth when Angie strapped my ankles to my thighs.  Damn it hurts
having your knees pulled back like that.


"Listen to your mothers, as I said, it will take some time for
them to get use to the straps.  Girls please back up a little;
this session is almost over."


We were on their hands and knees looking at Coach Wagner, trying
not to wince at the pain of having our knees bent, our ankles
connected to our thighs.


"Mothers, remember what I said about your daughters owning you?
Owning your body and mind? Being responsible for your grooming,
eating and sleeping habits?"


We all nodded our heads.


"Your daughters are responsible for you, every aspect of your
life for the next two months. If I hear that you have negotiated
with your daughters on anything, I will fold the team."


Coach Wagner looked at the girls.  "That goes for you girls, take
control of your mother, no boundaries, even outside the home.
When you leave this classroom today, you are in control, not your
mother, she must ask you for permission to do anything, like go
to the bathroom, start dinner, go to the store, anything and
everything."


Our daughters looked down at us.


Coach Wagner continued on, "If I hear that you girls are not
controlling your actions, whether in the home or outside the
home, I will fold the team. This is a total relationship
adjustment and it must be adhered to by everyone.  Do you all
understand me?"


We all replied yes, even our daughters.


"Girls please stand in front of your mothers and look down upon
them.  Ladies we are going to win this competition this year, but
your daughter needs total compliance from you."


The girls were standing in front of us looking down on us.


"Ladies, these young girls, your daughters are your owner for the
next two months, I want you to repeat after me while looking up
at you daughter, I want you to say, and only say, `My daughter',
do you understand?"


We all nodded our heads.


"Who owns you?"


"My daughter."


"Who controls your body and mind?"


"My daughter."


"Who will you obey?"


"My daughter."


"Girls please put the mouth piece in your mother's mouths." 
Coach Wagner instructed.


Angie knelt in front of me and I opened my mouth.  She inserted
the two rubber pieces at the back of mouth.  I bit down hard put
I could not close my mouth.


"For this next exercise your puppies will learn how to sit, stay
and heel."


Angie smiled down at me.  My mouth slobber was starting to drip
down my chin.


Coach Wagner continued.  "The proper position for the command
`sit' is your mother sits up with her knees with her toes on the
floor.  Her arms should come up to her side just below her
breasts with her hands curled.  Try it."


Angie turned and and looked at me. "Sit, Baby Girl!" she ordered.


I turned red in the face as I sat back on my toes.  I pulled my
arms up to my side and cupped my hands downward.  The strands of
slobber dripping from chin were landing my breasts.  I could tell
one long strand was dripping down my cleavage.


Coach Wagner looked at me and said, `Very good Baby Girl'.


Angie smiled at me.  For a moment I felt proud that I
accomplished this task, although it was degrading.  After a
minute the five of us were sitting in the proper position.


"The next command is `stay'.  With the `stay' command your puppy
should be on all fours with her head, neck and back straight with
no looking around.  Try it girls."


Angie looked down at me and said, `Stay, Baby Girl!"


I quickly moved down on all fours and put my head, neck and back
straight as I could.  Angie patted on the top of head.  "Very
good, Baby Girl".


I wanted to rub myself right there and come for her.  Damn I was
hot again.  It was driving me crazy being hot and horny one
minute then cooling off the next.


I knew I was damp between my legs.  Coach Wagner walked back and
forth behind us.  I could tell she stopped behind me.  "Your
mothers are damp between their thighs, which is good, because
that means they are sill aroused/


"Very good puppies," Mrs Jenkins smiled.  "The last command for
today is `heel'.  When this command is given you are to quickly
crawl to your daughters left side lining up your head with her
left knee, looking straight ahead.  Try it girls."


Again Angie looked at me and said, "Heel, Baby Girl!"


I quickly moved to her left side, lining my head up with her left
knee.


"Very good, Baby Girl," Angie giggled as she held my leash.


"Girls I want you to practice that tonight with your mothers, in
fact, practice everything we did here today, tonight.  Practice
is almost over."


The door to the room opened.  We all looked in the direction of
the woman walking into the room.  The woman walking into the room
wore a tight white blouse with a short black skirt.  She had pink
thigh high stockings and black stiletto heels.


"Team, this Mrs Tina Kelley, President of the Committee of the
Suffering Female here at the White Redeemer church," Coach Wagner
announced.


"Hello, girls," smiled Mrs Kelley.  She looked at us on our hands
and knees.  "Hello, mothers." She said after a short pause.


"Girls, Mrs. Kelley, who is the president of Committee of the
Suffering Female, will instruct you on the proper way to
discipline your mother."


I wanted to ask the coach what the difference was between a woman
being disciplined and disciplining a dog, but I couldn't talk
with the rubber pieces in my mouth.


"Thank you, Coach Wagner for inviting me here today on this
important occasion as this new sport.  It is our belief at the
Committee of the Suffering Female that part of problem with
females today is that there is a pernicious movement afoot to
seduce females away from the long standing practice of
disciplining the female flesh and its attendant need for
Chastisement of the Female Body, no matter the age of the
female." Mrs Kelley put down her bag on the table.


"Coach Wagner brought me here today because we teach females the
principles of humility, submission, obedience and discipline as
exemplified by Committee of the Suffering Female." Mrs Kelley
looked at us on our hands and knees with slobber dripping out of
our mouths. "You are being trained as puppies for this new sport
and so to discipline you is no different than what we teach to
females in our classes and that is submission and obedience must
take precedence in your lives."


Megan, the oldest girl, raised her hand.  "Will we be learning to
spank to our mothers?"


"No," replied Mrs Kelley.  Megan looked disappointed.  "And I'll
tell you why.  We don't spank our dogs when they do something
wrong.  We slap our dogs when they do something wrong, like we
slap our dog on the rear-end when they poop in the wrong place. 
Here, your mother is dog and we will treat her as such."


I looked at the other mothers next to me.  We all had worried
looks on our faces.


"Now, your coach has briefed me on the rules of the competition.
For discipline measures when your mother fails at following
directions or doing something she is not supposed to do, then
punishment is called for."


Mrs. Kelley opened her bag on the table and took five riding
crops, five rolled papers, five rulers, and five silk scarves in
the school district colors.


 "Punishment can be administered in your home, while shopping or
at the mall, but pretty much almost anywhere.  Remember
punishment is defined as striking the breast, vagina or buttocks
of your mother with a riding crop, a ruler, preferably a flexible
metal ruler like this one and a newspaper."


Karen raised her hand and said, "We were told my Mrs Jenkins that
we should call the vagina a cunt!"


Mrs Kelley smiled at the nine year-old.  "You are right of
course.  We shall refer to your mother's vagina as a cunt."


Angie raised her hand.  "What is a newspaper?"


"It was a piece of paper that had printed words on it, but now we
use the internet to get our news so printed paper has gone out of
style.  Pet owners long ago found a use for the rolled up
newspaper, they would swat the nose of their dog when it did
something bad, like peeing in the wrong place or tearing
something up."


The girls just nodded as they held our leashes.  I heard of
newspapers when I was in school but had never heard of a
newspaper being used to swat dogs.


"There are many ways to discipline your mothers.  Today we will
mix a little of the discipline methods that we employ at the
committee and dog training methods," Mrs Kelley said as she
walked back and forth in front of us.


"As far as disciplining your mother as a puppy or as an adult
female, we see no difference.  At the Committee of the Suffering
Female we want to make sure that you are disciplining your mother
while she is doing the bad behaviour and not after they've quit,
just like a real dog.  For example, if your mother is barking in
the back yard and every time you come to the door, she stops
barking and you yell at her, in her simple mind she may not get
that you are yelling at her for barking earlier.  If you yell at
her every time she barks at someone, she might associate her
barking with other people showing up and assume the other people
are bad."


Barking? Did she just saying barking in the backyard?  Oh fuck,
don't tell me I'm going to be barking for my daughter.


"The trick of implementing female and doggie discipline methods
is redirection.  You want to make it seem like the source of
unpleasantness is not coming from you, but is a direct result of
her inappropriate actions, that she is the cause of the
unpleasantness.  Here are some ideas to discipline your mother,
as I said these methods can also be used to train a real dog." 
Mrs Kelley put her hands behind her back.


"First, distract her.  Make a loud noise to distract your mother
from whatever she is doing.  A loud yell, or a slap on the table
or shake a jar with a few pennies in it. This should startle her
and focus her attention on you."


Mrs Kelley walked over to Angie and me.  She grabbed my neck and
shook my head.  "Use the scruff-shake.  Grab her neck and shake,
a "brief but brisk shake".  This works best if you catch her in
the act and the scruff-shake is a surprise.  Give it a try
girls," Mrs Kelly urged as she backed away from Angie and me.


Angie reached down and grabbed my neck and shook my head back and
forth.  The other girls did the same.  "Bad girl! Bad Baby Girl"
Angie said as she gently shook my head back and forth.



"Very good, girls.  The next one is the put-down.  Push her over,
quickly but gently, either on to her side or onto her back, put
your knee on her stomach and lean over her.  Stare at her and say
in a firm voice, `Bad doggie'.  This reinforces in her mind that
you are the dominant one.  Go ahead and try it."


Angie let go of the leash and quickly pushed me over onto my
back.  She put her knee on my stomach and looked at me.  "Bad
doggie!"  I would have laughed but she had a serious look on her
face.


"The next idea is isolation.  Say no and then ignore your puppy.
Adult women are very social and they won't like it that you
aren't paying attention to them.  Then there is the `time-out'. 
Put your puppy in the corner for a few minutes or order her into
the corner for a few minutes.  You can also try the squirt
bottle.  Say "off" or "no" and squirt your mother at the same
time.  Water guns make this fun for you. Unfortunately many
mothers find this a fun game as well.  I know I do sometimes,"
giggled Mrs Kelley.


I wondered why she said that?


"The last thing you can try is the Sit command, like just you
learned.  Right after saying no, say sit.  This gives your puppy
girl something else to do other than the bad thing she was doing.
 Dog trainers also found it effective to just say sit.  Usually
when your puppy sits she can no longer do whatever it is you
didn't like."


Mrs Kelley looked at Coach Wagner.  "Many dogs will consistently
perform a Sit, Down, or Stay, because they do not wish to endure
pain and stress, so will your mother in a week or two.  Once you
get a consistent and prompt response from your mother, you can
give her more freedom, and let her participate in a wider range
of activities."


Angie reached down and patted my head.


"As soon as soon as your mother complies with your command, you
want to follow up an aversive correction with praise and rewards
for her.  This shows her that you are also the source of positive
attention and good things."


Mrs Kelley walked back to the table and picked up the five riding
crops.  She handed them to each girl and walked back in front of
us.


"Having read the rules for the puppy girl competition, we know
that your mothers cannot have bruised or damaged skin, no scars
or discoloration.  Therefore disciplining her will take practice.
 The riding crop that I handed you can be used on her rear-end,
her cunt and her breasts.  You do not have lash her very hard
with the crop to make an impression on her.  It is the same with
real dogs."


The girls were swinging their crops back and forth, making a
swishing sounds.


"You can use any of these implements to discipline your mother. 
How many lashes or strokes she receives is up to you."  Mrs
Kelley walked up to Angie.  "May use your riding crop?"


"Sure!" Angie replied with a smile.


"To properly lash your mother, flick your wrist, letting the end
of the crop lash her buttocks like this." [SMACK] I jumped and my
doggie bell tinkled.  The girls giggled.


"As you can see I didn't leave a mark."  Then Mrs Kelley did it
again. [SMACK] and I jumped again, my doggie bell tinkled.  The
girls giggled again.


"The next area of her body that you can use the crop on is her
cunt.  Like this."  Mrs Kelley squatted behind me and used the
riding crop to sting my pussy lips.  [SMACK] Ahhh! I groaned and
moved my rear end.  "Flick the end of the crop upwards and smack
her lips."


Mrs Kelley flicked the riding crop again smacking my sensitive
cunt lips.  "You want to discourage undesired behaviours in your
mothers by applying an aversive or unpleasant stimulus like
lashing her with the riding crop.  Her body movement  will mirror
that of a dog when she is struck with the riding crop."


I couldn't help myself, I yelped which caused Angie and the
others to giggle and laugh.  I was so embarrassed.


Mrs Kelley handed the riding crop to Angie.  "Okay, girls, your
turn.  Lash your mother's rear-end just like I did."


The girls were hesitant, then Angie flicked her wrist, I felt the
sting of the leather end of the crop.  I jumped a little and
moved my ass from side to side.


"Very good, Angie, do that again!" urged Mrs Kelley.  "Mothers
remember, you must stay still with your back and neck straight. 
Do not turn your head and look around.  I know that is hard not
to do.  Dogs don't look around during their punishment, neither
should you!"


I heard Mrs Kelley correcting the strokes of Karen and Zoe. 
Angie was taking her time swatting my ass cheek.  I wish I could
turn around and see what she thinking.


"That's good girls," Mrs Kelley said.  "The next implement is the
flexible metal ruler."


The girls put down their riding crops and Mrs Kelley handed the
flexible metal rulers.


Mrs Kelley walked over to Angie.  "Can I borrow your metal
ruler?"


"Sure!" Angie replied with a smile.


"Girls, the flexible metal ruler is good to use outside of
practice.  When you are out in the community and your mother does
something that you don't like or she didn't ask your permission
for something, then you should use the ruler."


Mrs Kelley flexed the ruler several times in the palm of her
hand.  "The ruler can be kept easily enough in your purse or gym
bag."


I watched as the girls were flexing their rulers now.  I have a
bad feeling about this.  But I kept my head and neck straight
trying not to look at Mrs Kelley.


"Puppies, sit," Mrs Kelley ordered.  "Girls, please come around
the front here and watch me."


The girls shuffled around us and stood next to Mrs Kelley.  We
were all on our knees looking Mrs Kelley.


Mrs Kelley held up the ruler and turned it around showing us. 
"This ruler has a cork base on one side and is metal on the
other.  It is very flexible as you can see." She demonstrated by
swinging the ruler back and forth.  "This ruler is designed to be
used on the underside of a woman's breasts."


What? No way! What the fuck! We had looks of despair on our faces
as we knelt in front the girls.  The girl's eyes got big.


Mrs Kelley as she looked at us.  "The ruler is very easy use, so
your daughters should have no problem in learning how to use it.
That is, as long as you keep misbehaving!  But, if you don't
misbehave, then she should have no reason to use it on you."


"The committee of the suffering female designed this ruler for
quick use in public setting.  That means that your daughter can
take you off somewhere, you remove your blouse then she swats the
underside of your breasts.  You put your blouse back on and you
both go about your business like nothing has happened."


I gulped as I looked at Angie.  She had that wild look in her eye
again.  The other girls were looking down at their mothers.


"Now, girls to use this ruler, your mother must take hold of her
nipples and pull them straight out, thus, pulling her breasts out
also.  We have found that this will give you the widest area in
which to swat her breast."


This didn't look good.  I did a quick glance to my left and
right, Cindy, Maggie, Mary and Barb had anxious looks on their
faces.  Zoe and Stacey were smiling at their mothers and Angie
had a look of concentration as she listened to Mrs Kelley.


"Puppies, grab hold of your nipples and pull them straight out,"
ordered Mrs Kelley.  She watched me as I tentatively pulled my
nipples.



"Baby Girl, come on, pull harder on your nipples!" She said as
she stepped up closer to me.  I admit that I wasn't really
pulling my nipples.  Mrs Kelley bent over and with both hands
grabbed my fingers holding my nipples and pulled my fingers out
thus stretching my nipples.  Fuck that hurt!


"Like this puppies," Mrs Kelley said pointing at me.  "Girls,
take a look at Baby Girl here.  See how she is now properly
pulling her nipples straight out? That is what you should expect
from your puppy.  This is what we expect of our females during
discipline time."


The girls looked my way and then their mothers.  Maggie, Mary,
Cindy, and Barb quickly pulled their nipples straight out.


"Don't worry about hurting her breasts.  An adult woman, such as
your mothers here, having been properly trained by you, should be
able to withstand fifty swats to the underside of her breasts."



What the fuck? Fifty swats? I thought to myself.  Oh fuck why did
I agree to this sport?


"The other element to the metal ruler is the silk scarf.  When a
woman is being disciplined for the first time with the ruler, we
have found the she anticipates the swats if she can see you and
the ruler.  To take away that anticipation factor, we blindfold
her.  Later, as she becomes more disciplined in her thoughts and
actions you can remove the blindfold and have her close her
eyes."


Mrs Kelley looked at Angie asked her to get the five silk scarves
on the table.  Angie handed out the scarves to the girls.


"Please tie the scarf around your mothers head making sure that
her eyes are covered and that she can't see out the from under
the scarf.  Mothers, while your daughters are doing that, make
sure you nipples and breasts are pulled out straight.  I don't
want to see any slackers here.  After the scarf is tied, please
remove the rubber pieces from her mouth."


Angie tied my scarf pretty tight around my head then reached into
my mouth and took the pieces out.  I flexed my jaw a couple of
times.


"Very good girls.  Now watch how I flick the ruler from the under
her breasts and how it strikes her breast."


[SNAP] "Oh fuck!" I said out loud.  The girls giggled.  "God damn
that hurt!" I said out loud.


"Shush, Baby Girl.  No cursing," admonished Mrs Kelley.  "The
only thing I want to hear from you is this.  After every swat I
want to hear the number of the swat and hear you say `I am a bad
mother for disobeying my daughter!' do you understand?"


Fuck that hurt I thought to myself.  I just nodded my head to Mrs
Kelley's question.


"Then say it, Baby Girl," ordered Mrs Kelley.


"One, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter!" I said.


"Now, as I was saying girls.  Did you see as the ruler flexed
itself around the bottom of her breast?  If you use only a
quarter of the ruler you will get a good flex under her breasts,
like this."


[SNAP] I gritted my teeth as my right breast was struck.  "Two,
I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter!" I sobbed.  Fuck how
could a woman take fifty swats on her breasts?

"Okay, girls now you try it.  Give your mothers this many swats."


I guess Mrs Kelley held out her fingers to the girls as they
lined up beside us.


"Don't be afraid, girls.  Come on mother's hold your breasts out
for your daughters, no slacking," ordered Mrs Kelley.


[SNAP] I jumped and almost cried as Angie swatted my left breast.
 "Three, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter."


I heard the other mothers reciting their lines as their breasts
were swatted.


[SNAP] Fuck! I gritted my teeth.  "Four, I'm a bad mother for
disobeying my daughter."


Mrs Kelley walked around giving pointers to girls such as the
proper way to hold the ruler and the finer points of flicking the
wrists.


Mrs Kelley must have been standing in front of us again.  "Note
however, that even the pain associated with swatting her breasts
does not always guarantee full behavioural control of your
mother."


[SNAP] God damn it! I jumped.  "Five, I'm a bad mother for
disobeying my daughter."


"As I said earlier, women, like dogs, can be very motivated to
avoid an aversive stimulus, especially pain. Therefore, as her
training progresses you will probably start to see results to
simple commands, in a shorter period of time."


[SNAP] God damn it, stop already! I screamed to myself as tears
formed in my eyes.  "Six, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my
daughter."



"In fact, I bet your mother will respond best in the initial
obedience training sessions just like dogs.  Real dogs try to
please their mistress to avoid the pain and suffering associated
with discipline, we think, so will your mother."


Soon the cries and whimpers of the other mothers died down.  I
think Mrs Kelley only told the girls to swat our breasts six
times, thank God! Fuck that hurt.

At last our blindfolds were taken off.


"Beware girls, your mother's performance may degrade later, once
she gets used to or habituated to the aversive stimulus of
discipline.  It happens in real dogs also, which is nothing to be
concerned about.  All it means is that I will come back later and
teach you different discipline techniques."


Mrs Kelley walked over to the table and picked up the newspaper.
"The last implement of discipline is the rolled up newspaper.  As
I said earlier, pet owners a long time ago used the newspaper to
discipline their dog.  They would swat the dog on the nose or
slap it's rear-end.  It will be the same with your mother.  You
will swat her nose or slap her rear-end with it."


Mrs Kelley walked back in front of me.  She leaned over and
swatted my nose with the paper.  "Bad doggie!"


"Oww!" I said.


"You can swat your mother with the newspaper for pretty much any
reason.  But pet owners of old used the newspaper when their pet
pooped or peed at the wrong time or in the house.  It was mainly
used to change the dog's behaviour in relation to relieving
itself inappropriately."


Mrs Kelley walked around behind me.  [SWAT] "Bad doggie!" she
said again as I jumped.  "Now you girls try it."


Angie took the newspaper from Mrs Kelley and walked in front of
me.  Oh fuck! I'm thinking.


[SWAT] "Bad doggie!" Angie with what appeared to be anger on her
face but I think she tried not to laugh.


[SWAT] "Bad doggie!" she said again trying not to laugh.


Fuck that one hurt!


Then she moved around me and swatted my ass twice.  "Bad doggie!"
I almost looked around to try and move out of the way of the
newspaper.


As the girls were swatting us on the nose or on our rear-ends.
Mrs Kelley continued.  "One of the most dangerous aspects of
discipline training is losing your mother's trust.  Just like a
real dog, care must be taken not to over-correct her.  You always
want to try and set your mother up for success, and reduce the
chances of her making mistakes during the competition and
practices.  If you are seen as the frequent source of unpleasant
things, your mother, just like a real dog,  will lose trust in
you, and may start to avoid you and of course the team will
suffer.  Okay, that's enough girls."


The girls stopped what they were doing and put the rolled up
newspapers next to the riding crop and the metal ruler.


Coach Wagner stepped forward and said.  "Thank you, Mrs Kelley
for showing my girls the proper discipline methods.  What do you
say girls?"


"Thank you Mrs Kelley," the girls replied.


"You're welcome and good luck on the competition!" she said as
she walked out the door.


Coach Wagner turned to us and said,  "Practice everything you
learned here today before our next practice on Friday.  I will be
setting up website a little later today, so I will email the
address.  I will have tips and tricks for your at-home practice
sessions.  Well that's it for today.  I think we've had a good
practice.  See you on Friday."


"Thanks coach!" the girls said as the Coach Wagner gathered up
her things walked out the door.


As we got up off the floor and sorted out their clothing, Megan
Johnson, the oldest of the girls, stepped forward and said to her
mother, "Mom, I don't want you to wear your bra or panties on the
drive home or tonight, as a matter of fact, I don't want you to
wear them anymore until the competition is over."  Megan's look
was almost hopeful that her mother would comply. The other
mother's looked at Mary and at her daughter wondering what would
happen.  I could tell Megan was nervous and Mary looked taken
aback.  Here was the moment of whether we would obey our
daughters or not.


Mary froze, deciding what to do, then shrugged her shoulders,
"Yes dear, as you say."  I could tell she looked defeated and
stuffed her bra and panties into her purse.


The other girls suddenly chimed in, telling their mothers not to
wear their bras or panties.  Angie looked at me and smiled.


As I got into the driver side and Angie got in the other side I
said, "Oh, God, I am so horny!"


"MOM!!" Angie yelled.


"What?" I looked at her.


"How can you say something like that? I mean, I never heard you
say something like that before."


"Sweetie, you have seen me nude, squeezed and pinched my nipples,
shaved my most intimate parts, stuck two fingers in my cunt, put
a leash on me and paraded me around like a dog, now I am sitting
here feeling like a little girl with my vagina clean shaven.  I
think this is a day of firsts for both of us, but more
importantly, I think we will have a lot more firsts," I said with
a look of anguish.


Angie had calmed down as she looked out the car window.  "I know
mom, me too, but I just never thought I would hear something like
from you. And your right there will be a lot firsts in the next
two months," smiled Angie


I started the car, "By the way, I did feel how you handled my
clit and vaginal lips, nice little squeeze here and a tight
little tug there.  It drove me crazy."


"Sorry mom," Angie said looking out the car window a little
embarrassed.


"And sliding your two fingers into me, that was a bold move!" I
said as I started the car.


Angie turned towards me.  "I felt the heat coming from your cunt
and I just had to see how it felt on my fingers!" Then she
quickly turned around again.  I think she was embarrassed.


"So, did it feel?"


"Like heaven, mom.  You were so warm and juicy." Angie smiled as
she looked out the window.


"Thanks Honey."


"And you do look sexy with a clean cunt," Angie blurted out. 
"That kinda turns me on," Angie stuttered as she fidgeted with
her fingers in her lap.  "I mean you do have a sexy body and
all."


I turned red with embarrassment.   "Thanks, honey," I replied
again.  My daughter was growing up.


I put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot ignoring
her comment.  "So, ah, where am I to sleep tonight? Do you want
me sleeping with your father or what?"


"I was thinking that you would sleep in my room with me tonight."
Angie blushed as she kept fidgeting with her fingers.


I looked at Angie, "Don't blush sweetie, it is a good thing that
we bought you that queen size mattress for your birthday."


As we drove out of the school parking lot I squirmed in my seat
and gripped the steering wheel. "So, ahem, how do I say this? In
my heightened sexual state, that you had something to do with I
might add, can I have your permission to pleasure myself when we
get home?"


Angie looked out the car window.  "No mother, I am sorry but you
can't, not tonight anyway."


It seemed that Angie had already thought of this question and the
answer because she answered me pretty quickly.  "But...."


"Please mom, I am glad that you are `horny' like you said, but I
have to get used to the idea of giving you permission and my
first reaction is no, sorry mother"


"You know best, sweetie," I said, sounding a little disappointed.


Angie smiled at me then turned her head and stared out the window
again.  I wondered what she was thinking.


We pulled into the driveway without further discussion.  "Can I
start to prepare dinner?" I smiled at Angie as I got out of the
car.


"Of course you can, mother" Angie said flinging her gym bag with
her goodies over her shoulder.


Bill did notice my new haircut and said it looked good on me. 
After dinner, Bill took to watching TV in the living room and
Angie had me follow her up to the master bedroom for more
practice time.


"Why are we doing our practice in my bedroom?" I asked.


"Well, I wanted to do it in the living room but dad is there.  It
might freak him out, I don't want to do this in my room because
that is my personal space even though you will be sleeping there
with me, so, I thought your bedroom would be best, it adds just a
little bit of humiliation to the practice, something that you
have to get used to."


"What do you mean by humiliation?" I asked as I closed the door
behind me.


"Well, seeing that you dad have always had sexual relations in
this room, I thought it would be fun do it here," replied Angie
as she turned and looked at me.


"Oh, I get it.  I would be nude for your father, so I would be
comfortable nude here."


"Something like that, now stand here and let me take your clothes
off mom."  Angie pointed to the floor in front of her.



I walked over and stood still in front of Angie as she slowly
undid my blouse buttons for the second time that day.


"Do you think you father noticed that I was not wearing a bra at
the dinner table?"


"I don't think so, he seemed so self absorbed.  He did like your
haircut though."


"Before we go any further, let me attach your bell to your
collar."  Angie said as she stepped away from me.  Fuck! I was
starting to get wet again.


As Angie was doing that I said, "I think your right about him
being self absorbed, he didn't even comment on my dog collar."


"I know.  I hope he appreciates what we are doing.  There, your
bell is on.  Now where was I? Oh, yes." Angie removed the blouse
from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor then she undid the
zipper on the skirt and let it slide off my hips.


"Stand still, mom.  Let's go thru the warm up procedure.  This is
our practice so you are not my mother, but my little puppy Baby
Girl."  She had a serious look on her face.


I smiled weakly at her and tried to stand straight for her.


Angie slowly ran her hands thru my newly cut hair, around my neck
and over my face.  I shifted my weight to one leg dreading or is
it anticipating her touching my breasts?


"Come on, Baby Girl, you need to stand straight for your
mistress," admonished my daughter.


I stood straight again. "This is so hard."


"I know, Baby Girl," replied Angie as she looked at me.


Angie walked behind me and slowly ran her finger tips over my
shoulders and down my back.  My skin got goose bumps when she did
this.


"Damn, that feels so good," I moaned moving my hips a little.


[SLAP] Angie slapped my left rear cheek and I jumped a little, my
doggie bell tinkling.  "No talking Baby Girl.  Remember the
rules.  Mothers are to be seen and not heard."


Angie moved her hands to my waist and started to slowly move them
up and down my sides. Angie leaned into my ear and said, "I am
going to recite my lines that we learned today, Baby Girl, you
just listen."


I nodded my head in agreement and the bell on my collar tinkled.
[SLAP] Angie slapped my ass cheek again. "Be still Baby Girl."


Fuck me! I was making hot when my daughter slapped me.  What was
I becoming when I liked the fact that my daughter could
discipline me.


Angie, standing behind me, leaned forward, her budding breasts
bumping up against my back.  All the while she ran her hands up
and down my waist.  Angie said into my right ear, in almost a
whisper. "I own you, I control you, you are mine.  I own you, you
are mine, I control you." Angie said this into my ear for about a
minute. Then she walked around in front of me.  "Okay, Baby Girl.
 Put your hands behind your head."


I took a deep breath and locked my fingers behind my head,
sticking my chest out like the way we had learned earlier.


"Look at me, look at my eyes, Baby Girl," Angie said as she put
her hands out and squeezed my nipples.  "Listen to me, listen to
my voice."


I almost cried with pleasure.  I wondered if a woman could cum
just by having her breasts played with, especially by a pre-teen.



Angie wasn't pulling hard on my nipples but I had a hard time
standing still as the doggie bell tinkled under my chin.


"Be still Baby Girl, I am not tweaking your nipples very hard."


"Yes dear," I blushed.


Angie let go of right breast.  [SLAP] she hit me on my ass cheek
again.  I jumped again with the bell tinkling.  "Shush Baby
Girl," Angie said as she put her finger to my lips, "Shhh,
mother, l am doing the talking."


I felt a tingle in my pussy as I blushed when Angie put her
finger to my lips.  God damn I wanted to come in the worst way.


Angie started rolling my nipples between her fingers.  "Look me,
Baby Girl.  Look into my eyes.  That's it, good girl."


I blushed again when she said, `Good girl'.


"Bitch!"  My eyes got big as I looked at my daughter.  "That's
right Baby Girl.  I am going to say it again and again, bitch,
just stand there and look at me.  Good girl.  Bitch! You're my
bitch."


I was about to say something but thought better of it, I mean she
didn't have to keep saying `bitch' to me.


"My bitch, my mother is my bitch.  My little Baby Girl is her
daughter's bitch." Angie said staring into my eyes almost as if
she was daring me to say something.


The doggie bell on my collar started to tinkle.  This was
surreal.  It almost seemed as if I should say something to her.


"Be still bitch.  That's it, good girl.  You're my bitch!" Angie
said as she tweaked my nipples stepping closer to me.


I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes.  I could almost imagine
myself being tied up on her bed, naked, with her sitting on my
stomach leaning forward on me as she pinched and pulled my
breasts.


"Open your eyes, bitch, look at your mistress, you're my bitch,
Baby Girl."


I opened my eyes.  Angie had lean closer to me, I could feel her
breath on my face as she spoke the naughty word to me again and
again.


`Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I thought to myself. "I want to cum so bad!
This naughty word is turning me!'


"Mother bitch, my bitch, my naughty bitch.  My doggie bitch, Baby
Girl." Angie said as she clinched her teeth.  Just for an
instance I wondered if Angie had a mean streak.  I brushed the
thought aside as I looked at my daughter mauling my breasts and
nipples.


Angie let go of my nipples and I let out a slight whine.  She
stepped back a little and ran her fingers down to my stomach to
my belly button and lightly traced a circle around it. I looked
down at her but somehow Angie knew I was looking at her without
looking up at me.


"Don't look at me, bitch.  You keep staring straight ahead!" she
ordered.  I quickly averted my eyes so I was looking straight
ahead as she ordered.


Then she knelt down in front of me. "Spread your legs shoulder
length apart, Baby Girl."


I widened my legs. Angie stood up in front of me as she used her
left hand to lightly trace around my labia.  I moved again and
the bell tinkled. "Be still bitch!" Angie ordered as she looked
into my eyes.  "If your bell tinkles again, you will receive five
lashes with the riding crop, do you understand," Angie hesitated
then added. "Bitch?"


My cunt almost jumped out right there.  I almost nodded my head
in agreement but caught myself.


My daughter watched my face.  "Good girl! I see you understand. 
Now I am going to run my fingers up and down your, um, cunt.  I
don't want you to jump or look at me.  Keep staring straight
ahead."


I didn't make a gesture to her that I understood.  Then she
slowly ran her index finger between my cunt lips, I let out a
moan and then a groan, but my bell didn't tinkle.  "Your cunt is
mine, bitch.  I own it!" she said as her middle finger slipped
between my lips, my wet lips.  Angie stood closer to me.  She
leaned over and stuck her tongue and ran her tongue up the side
of my face.  She kept rubbing her slim fingers up and down my
slit.  "This is mine bitch! Your whole body is mine!  Your little
bitch cunt is all mine!" she hissed as she licked the side of my
face.


Oh fuck I wanted to dance on the end of her fingers.  I wanted to
cum on her hands.  My breathing was getting heavy as she rubbed
me, standing there just looking at me.


Suddenly Angie stepped back from me.  "Very good Baby Girl.  Now
you are almost warmed up."  She looked at her wet fingers and
then at me.  She put her index finger to her nose and sniffed it
then she stuck in her mouth.


Oh yes damn it! My mind screamed.  Please, please, let me cum! Of
fuck me, I want you so bad!


Angie put and hand down and walked behind me.


Angie brought her left arm around and put her hand my stomach as
she slowly fit her right hand between my ass cheeks, rubbing up
and down.   I could feel her body against mine as she rubbed my
anus with little circles of her index finger.


"Oh!" I moaned and the bell tinkled.


"That's five lashing when we are done, bitch!" hissed my twelve
year-old into my ear.  It frightened me the way she said it.  Was
Angie really getting into this?


She took her index finger and lightly rubbed and poked at my
anus, and I squirmed ever so slightly.  Angie leaned forward and
whispered into my ear. "Do you want to get five more lashings?
Hmm? Bitch! You're a bitch but you're my bitch, Baby Girl."


Then she abruptly stopped rubbing my anus.  "Okay, Baby Girl,
you're good and warmed up!"


I shrugged my shoulders and the bell tinkled as she walked around
me.  Oh fuck! I thought.


Angie looked at me again with a disappointed look on her face. 
"Well, well, I thought my bitch could follow simple directions. 
That's ten lashes with the riding crop."


I almost pleaded with that it was a mistake but somehow I think
she wouldn't have believed me.


"Okay, now let's get you strapped on all fours, need to up your
strap time on your knees," Angie paused for a moment.  Her eyes
lit up.  "That's it! That is what I will call this, `strap
time'." She laughed as she reached into bag to pull the paws and
straps.


I got on all fours with my bell tinkling.  I blurted out. "That
was so hot Angie, you got me horny again."


Angie looked at me as I got on all fours.  For a moment I thought
she would get upset at me for talking and add five more lashes
then she smiled.  "It is called a `warm up' mom," laughed my
twelve year-old. "But thank you.  Now let's get serious again."


Angie strapped on the thigh and ankle straps to my legs.  Then
she pulled out paw gloves and slipped them over my hands up to my
elbows.  She attached the knee pads.  Angie reached into the bag
again and pulled the two mouth pieces.


Angie squatted down in front me showing me the two mouth pieces.
"Open wide, Baby Girl."  As I opened my mouth I looked straight
between Angie's open legs.  Her skin tight jeans had the faintest
hint of a `camel toe' look, but more importantly, she had little
wet spot on her jeans.


I opened my mouth and Angie reached in with her right hand
putting the rubber piece all the back in my mouth.  Then she did
the same with the other side.  I could bite down on the rubber
but my mouth was open.  Angie stood up and looked down at me. 
"One last thing," she said as she reached into the bag.  I
watched as my daughter pulled out my leash and attached it to my
collar.  "Your ensemble is complete, Baby Girl!" Angie said
proudly.  I just looked up at her and tried to smile.


"Come on follow me to my bedroom, Baby Girl," Angie said as she
tugged at me leash.  She picked up her bag but had left my
clothes on the bed.  My doggie bell tinkled as I crawled down the
hallway behind my daughter.  I hoped like hell that Bill couldn't
hear it.


As we entered her room she didn't close the door.  I looked up at
her then the door.  "Don't worry Baby Girl, daddy won't bother
us."


Angie attached my leash to her desk chair, unclipped it from my
collar then pointed her index finger at me and said "Stay!" She
said like a child would to her house pet.  Fuck I was wet and
wanted to come so badly but with that command I knew I had to
stay on all fours, back straight looking straight ahead.  She sat
down in her chair and said.  "Baby Girl, I am going to get on the
internet and chat with my friends.  If I get up and walk around
the room or leave the room, I want you to follow me.  We won't go
downstairs because of dad.  I want you to try for thirty minutes
with the straps.  Oh, and I don't want to hear that bell tinkling
either."  My daughter placed a wash cloth on the floor under my
mouth to catch the slobber that was starting to drip out of
mouth.


I wanted to droop my head so bad because my neck was killing me,
but I didn't want to tinkle the bell.  A couple of times I had
bad itch on my back and other times I wanted to scratch my ass. 
I could hear my daughter typing on the keyboard and laughing and
giggling to whatever she was reading or typing.  I hoped to God
it wasn't me, but then there was nothing I could do about it. 
One time she dropped her hand to my head and gently ran her
fingers through my hair then she scratched me gently behind my
left ear, just like a girl would do with her own dog.  All the
while she was typing with one hand and giggling.


Then Angie got up from her desk chair and walked to her dresser.
I quickly followed her, trying to keep to her side.  My doggie
bell was tinkling.  She pulled open the dresser drawer and
rummaged around then closed the drawer and rummaged around for
something on the top of the dresser.  She shrugged her shoulders
and walked back to the chair.  I was with her the whole way. 
When she sat down I positioned myself over the wash cloth again.



Almost thirty minutes later I started to whine.  I thought I was
pretty close to the time limit.


Angie looked at her watch.  "Just a couple more minutes' Baby
Girl, you are doing so well," she smiled down at me.  She
returned her attention the computer on the desk.


I felt a tingling sensation between my legs as the couple of
minutes felt like an hour.


After the couple of minutes Angie said. "Okay, times up, Baby
Girl!"


I relaxed and my bell tinkled.  Angie got up from the chair and
walked out her bedroom door.  I quickly turned and followed her
down the hallway to the bathroom.  I stopped outside the
bathroom, hesitant.


"Come on, Baby Girl, come in, it's okay!" urged my daughter.


I tentatively crawled into the bathroom.  My lovely daughter was
pulling down her blue jeans and sitting on the toilet seat.  It
was a shock to me that my daughter was not wearing panties.  It
should have been a bigger outrage that I was there watching her
go to the bathroom, but for some reason, her not wearing panties
bothered me.


"Come over here, Baby Girl!" Angie snapped her fingers at me.


I slowly crawled up to her.  I could hear her pee splashing into
the toilet bowl.  She reached out with both hands and cupped my
face.  "Good girl! I'm so proud of you Baby Girl, doing
everything her mistress asks!"


My daughter hesitated a moment, took a breath and grunted.  I
heard her poop fall into the toilet bowl.  I could also smell her
poop.  She reached behind my ears and scratched me.  "Baby Girl
needs to relieve herself too?" she asked looking at me.  I nodded
my head.  "Well, you'll have to wait just a little bit!" she
giggled.


I tried to smile but the slobber was drooling from my mouth. 
Damn mouth pieces.


Angie sat up upright on the toilet and pulled a small roll of
toilet paper.  She wadded it up and stuck her hand under her
bottom.  I could hear the soft scraping of the toilet paper. 
Angie brought her hand back out with the used toilet paper and
either intentionally or not intentionally brought it by my nose
as she dropped it into the wastebasket.  I wonder if she knew
that I liked the taste of her poop?


My daughter stood up and started pulling up her jean.  It was the
first time since she was a little girl that I saw her cunt, her
beautiful pussy, her almost bald pussy.  She had a little poof
hair just above her clit.  Oh, what a heavenly sight!


Angie walked out the bathroom door without flushing the toilet as
usual.  I quickly looked in the toilet bowl and saw the turd
floating there.  If I could have licked my lips I would have.


Then I heard.  "Come, Baby Girl, come on!" Angie was in the
doorway slapping her thigh.  I quickly followed her out the door
and back into her room.


In the middle of her bedroom Angie squatted down in front of me.
"Open wide, Baby Girl." She ordered.


I opened my mouth as she reached in and took the two rubber
pieces of out.  She dropped them on her desk as I licked my lips
and worked my jaw.  From her desk Angie picked up the riding crop
and squatted down in front of me again.


"Our practice time is almost over but this is your discipline
time.  I have decided that this is how I want to discipline you,
mother," Angie said matter-of-factly.


"But, honey, please, Mrs Kelley."


Angie cut me off.  "Mrs Kelley said if you remember mother that
we could discipline you anyway we thought best.  Well, this is
what I think is best!"


"But."


"Quit your whining mother, or are you questioning me?"


"No, sweetie, your right, you know best," I hung my head in
shame.


"Look at me mother."


I looked up at my daughter.  She was holding the riding crop
horizontally.  "Kiss the riding crop, kiss the little square at
the end of the riding crop." She ordered me.


"What? You can't be serious Angie!" I protested.


"I am serious, mother.  If you don't want fifteen lashes, then
kiss the leather square."


I quickly leaned forward and kiss it then pulled back.


"No, mother, slowly, slowly kiss the end of the riding crop.  Go
on, like a good girl!"


I slowly leaned forward and kiss the end of the riding crop then
pulled back and looked up at my daughter.  "Very good mother."
Angie smiled as she stood up.


She walked around behind me.  "How many lashes are you going to
receive?"


"Ten."


I heard her hit the palm of her hand with the riding crop.  "Yes,
and why are you going to receive ten lashes?"


I thought for a moment.  "Because, because I couldn't follow your
directions."


"Very good, mother.  And why can't you follow directions?"


I thought again.  "Because I am a puppy girl and I can't stay
still."


Angie giggled, "Yes, mother that is right, I hadn't thought of
that one though, but very good.  You will count each lash and if
I ask you a question you will say and only say, `bitch' is that
understood?" She smacked the palm of her hand again with the
riding crop.  "Remember, mother, it is not I who is causing your
punishment.  You have caused it yourself by not following simple
directions."


"Yes, I understand." I replied.  I was mad at myself for bringing
this punishment on.


"One more thing, Baby Girl.  You will stay in that position with
your back and neck straight.  No looking around, do you
understand?" Angie asked as she slapped the riding crop in her
hand again.


"Yes, I understand."


Angie must have been looking at me because for about twenty
seconds or so she didn't do anything.  I was wondering when the
punishment would start, then, [SMACK]  I jumped as the riding
crop hit my right ass cheek.  I almost yelled `one' but I said in
normal voice `one'.


[SMACK]  I jumped again as my left ass cheek was hit.  I said
`two'.


"What are you mother?"


"A bitch."


"Say it like you mean it mother," Angie urged.


"A bitch!"


"Better."


[SMACK] I gritted my teeth and said `three'.


"What is a female dog?"


`A bitch!"


[SMACK] fuck I think to myself but said `four'.


I heard my daughter kneeling behind me then I felt her hand
running over my ass cheeks.  "Hmm" I heard her say.


[SMACK] `five' I said.


"You're a female dog, what does that make you?"


"A bitch!"


Just then I felt the riding crop rubbing up and down against my
cunt.  "You have five more lashes mother but this time I want you
to say `I'm a bitch' and the number of the lash, do you
understand?"


"Yes, I understand." I was very worried as she rubbed my cunt
with the riding crop.


"Hmm, your cunt is very wet.  I think you might like this
discipline thing, Baby Girl!"


I didn't know if I should answer her or not.


[SMACK] I yelped and jumped, my doggie bell tinkling furiously. 
Angie had smacked my cunt.  "Angie, please."


But she cut me off.  "Say it mother, or I'll add another five
lashes."


"I'm a bitch, six" I almost cry.


Angie slowly comes around and squats in front of me again.  I
want so badly to wipe my eyes of the tears, but I dare not move.
She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head.  With her
other hand she ran the riding crop around my breasts.


"You are very beautiful, mother." Angie smiled at me.


[SMACK] I jumped again.  She had hit my right nipple with the
riding crop.  "I'm a bitch, seven."


"Look at me when you answer."


[SMACK] I jumped as she lashed my left nipple.  "I'm a bitch,
eight!" I say staring into her eyes.


[SMACK] I jumped as my right nipple was swatted again.  "I'm a
bitch, nine!"  That one hurt.  I almost had tears in my eyes
again.


Angie smiled at me.


[SMACK] fuck! I jumped.  "I'm a bitch, ten!" Finally I think to
myself.


"I love you mother!" Angie said with a smile.


"I love you too, sweetie," I replied staring up at her.


"Now kiss the riding crop again, mother, but this time I want you
to say `thank you Miss riding crop for correcting my behavior. 
Do you understand, mother?"


"Angie, please," I started to plead but she just raised her
eyebrow like I was questioning her.  "Okay!" I replied.  I leaned
forward and planted a slow kiss on the end of the riding crop. 
"Thank you Miss riding crop for correcting my behavior."



Angie stood up.  "Very good, mother.  Now into the corner for
your time-out."


"But...."


"No buts, Baby Girl.  You heard what Mrs Kelley said.  Punishment
time includes a time-out, just like it does with dogs."


I don't remember Mrs Kelley saying that.  I hang my head down and
crawl to the corner next to Angie's desk, my doggie bell
tinkling.


"I am going downstairs, when I come back up, your time-out is
over.  I don't want to hear your doggie bell tinkle, if do, it is
5 more lashes with the crop."


I heard Angie walk down the stairs.  After a minute or so I heard
Bill and Angie laughing.  I couldn't tell if they were laughing
at what was on TV or something else.  Fuck, staying here in
Angie's room on my hands and knees like a bad doggie was getting
me horny again!


After what I think was ten minutes I hear Angie walking up the
stairs.  I had managed to stay perfectly still during my time-out
but my knees where killing me and my back ached.  I don't know if
I will ever get used to these straps.


"Okay, Baby Girl, your time-out session is over and practice is
over," Angie smiled as she knelt down next to me.  "I want to
know something though."


I look up at her.  "Whats that?"


"Will you do anything for me to help us win this competition?"


"Anything?" I repeat.


Angie nodded her head still holding my chin in her hand.


Fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound.  "Yes, honey, I will do
anything for you to win this competition."


"Thank you, mother, I just know you will!" Angie said as she
stood up.


She undid my straps and took the paws and knee pads off me.  "I
think we had good practice, what do you think?"


Fuck, what am I supposed to say to that? "Yes, dear, I think our
practice this evening was good."


"You can go to the bathroom to relieve yourself, but not your
bathroom."


I nod my head as I walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway.
I try to shut the door to the bathroom but Angie is there pushing
the door open.


"I want to see you go to the bathroom," Angie said with
excitement on her face.  "I mean, you saw me go to the bathroom."


I almost told her that I had no choice but to watch her go.  I
shrug my shoulders as I sit down on the toilet seat.  Angie sits
on the edge of the tub watching between my legs.  It was awkward
silence as I wait for my pee to pour out.  Finally there is pee
splash into the bowl.


"You know mother, I will have to get use to watching you relieve
yourself, I mean with the competition and all."


I just nod my head and push out the final drops.  I stand up and
flush the toilet.  Damn it, I think, too bad I can't masturbate
myself to her turds in the toilet.  Oh well, maybe next time.


"Very good mother. I am going to get on the internet again and
talk to my friends.  You can do whatever you want until bedtime,
but no touching yourself."


I stop by my bedroom and retrieve my clothes then head
downstairs.  I walked into the living room and sat down on the
sofa.


"You look flushed, sweetheart" Bill said looking at me.


"Yes, we have been practicing, it is hard work," I replied as I
rub my sore knees.


"So, where are you sleeping tonight? With me or somewhere else?"
he asked.


"Ah, well, um, I will be sleeping with Angie tonight," I replied
with downcast eyes.  Damn it to hell I was horny and I needed
Bill's cock.


"Uhhh" was all Bill replied.


After a couple of hours of watching TV Bill got up to go to bed.
"See you in the morning.  I really hope this is worth it."


"It is dear, remember this is for our daughter's future and we
must help her any way we can."


I walked into Angie's bedroom. "I am ready for bed Angie," I
said.  I felt like a fucking child telling her mommy I was ready
for bed.


"Okay, mom, go ahead and crawl into bed, I have just have a
couple more conversations to close out."


I had changed into an old sweat top and pants but Angie hadn't
noticed.


"Coach Wagner set up a site for us, our team site.  It's pretty
cool.  She says that she is going to put on the website the stuff
we learn.  Says it is to reinforce our practices."


"That's nice, honey."


"I am going to add our practice this evening to my blog site."


I sat up in bed.  Did I hear that right?  "What do you mean, on
your blog site?"


"Coach Wagner created five blog sites for us, to keep track our
practices and training methods."


I gulped.  "So anybody can read that?"


"Of course, silly! That's the whole idea."


Fuck!  I lay down in bed again.  What next?


As I was lying in bed Angie finally pulled the covers back to get
into bed with me.  She said without looking up. "In the nude
mother, please."


"What? Come on, Angie, this is hard enough on me!" I plead.


"It is hard on me too, mother, but coach said on the website that
you should nude in bed and that your wrists should be tied behind
you back."


"What? No Angie, please no nudity and tying my wrists.  This is
too much for me!" I cried as tears welled up in my eyes.


"Coach said that it has been a stressful for you and that you
might be very horny.  She wants you at a heightened state of
horniness the next couple of days,"  Angie said as she walked
around the bed with the silk scarf that used earlier today.


"Angie, please, no!" I pleaded again putting my head in my hands.


"Mother, undress for me!" Angie ordered as she looked at me.


I hesitated standing there in front of my twelve year-old with
tears in my eyes.


"Mother, you know what will happen if you disobey me? It is after
practice time so I can use the metal ruler on you."


I nodded my head.  I started sobbing as I pulled the sweatshirt
over my head and let if fall to the floor.


"Mother, hush, stop your crying.  I have to do this.  I can't lie
if the coach asks me on Friday if your wrists weren't tied behind
and you were nude in bed each night."


I pushed my sweat pants down to my ankles and stepped out of it.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest looking down at the floor.
 I said, "I'm not sure that I want to be on the team anymore."


"Of course you do mother," Angie said a matter-of-factly.  "We
have come so far today and besides, you want me to go to college
don't you?" she asked as she walked up to me and grabbed hold of
my left wrist and pulled it away from my chest.


"Yes, of course I want you to go college. But I still don't
understand why the coach wants this."


"She says that will help you overcome your fear of being nude in
public.  Now don't argue with me, I am just following
instructions, mother." Angie wrapped part of the silk scarf
around my wrist.  Then she calmly took my right wrist and turned
me around.  I did nothing to resist her.  She wrapped the scarf
around it then tied both ends of the scarf together.  My wrists
were tied behind me and I was naked.


Angie turned me around and pushed back onto the bed.  I fell onto
the bed, landing my wrists.  It hurt a little.  I watched as
Angie took off her blouse and bra.  My mouth watered.  She had
the prettiest little breasts buds.  She put a t-shirt then pulled
down her form fitting blue jeans.  She was wearing the cartoon
character underwear I gotten her for her birthday.  She turned
around and smiled at me then sat down on the edge of the bed and
pulled her socks off.  Oh God how I wanted her, to taste that
little cunt, to wrap my mouth around those little buds.  Fuck, I
wanted to masturbate so badly.


Angie got up from the bed and turned off the light.  She crawled
into bed beside me. "This is so cool, mom," giggled Angie as she
snuggled up to me.  I was lying on my back.  Angie leaned over
and gave me quick kiss on the cheek.


"You're the best mom!"


"Thanks sweetie."