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Puppy Girl Competition 4:


"Get up, mom," yelled Angie as she walked into her bedroom with a
towel wrapped around her body.


"Oooh," I moaned as I tried to sit up in bed.  My wrists were
tied behind my back so it was hard to sit up.


Angie sat down on the bed beside me and worked at untying the
silk scarf that held my wrists.  "You tossed and turned a lot
last night mom.  You kept waking me up."


"Sorry, honey, but having my wrist tied is very uncomfortable." I
said as I stood up and rubbed my wrists.


"Well if you keep tossing and turning then I'll have tie you to
the bed," smiled Angie as she stood up and let the towel drop to
the floor.  I gulped as I stared at her lithe young twelve
year-old body, small budding breasts and a completely bare cunt.
As she walked across the bedroom to the dresser she looked over
her shoulder.  "Go stand in the corner facing the wall mom, no
peeking!"


I blushed as I walked to the corner of the room and stood facing
the wall.


"Nose touching the wall, mother!"


I scooted a couple of inches closer to the wall.


"We have practice at 2pm at the church.  I'm looking forward to
today's training, aren't you?" she asked as I heard her putting
on a shirt.


"Um, yes, I guess so," I replied.  I didn't know if I should be
happy or not.


"Did you remember that school starts on Monday? I have to go
shopping for clothes and you're gonna come along, right? The mall
is having 'back to school' sales today and this weekend."


I nodded my head.  "Um, yes, sure."


"You seem unsure of yourself today, mom, what's going on?"


"Well, honey, I was kinda hoping that I could take the day off
until practice.  Kind of relax a little bit."  I heard her
walking up behind me.  She put her arm around me and directed me
out the bedroom and down the hallway to the stairs.


"You are relaxing mom.  I mean this competition training isn't
very difficult.  You just have to follow my directions, plus I
haven't been very hard you."


She followed me down the stairs.  I was still naked but Angie was
dressed in a blue t-shirt that had "Girls are cool!" across the
front.  She wore a denim skirt and flip flops.  I bet she wasn't
wearing any panties under that skirt.


"Um, where are we going?" I asked as we got the bottom of the
stairs.


"You have to relieve yourself?"


Fuck! No way! I'm thinking.  She seriously can't be thinking...


"Outside mom, you have to relieve yourself outside, remember?"


God damn it I knew it! "But what if I have to go... number 2?"


"You mean poop?" smiled Angie.


"Angie, come on!"


"What do you want me to call it?" she giggled.


We stopped at the sliding glass door.  I turned to her.  I
couldn't think of a better phrase.  I shrugged my shoulders. 
"Okay, call it poop then!"


"Excellent, mom," Angie smiled as she opened the door.  "Here you
go, do you have to poop?"


My face went flush.  "Well, not right now, but maybe later
today."  How fucking embarrassing when my daughter asks me if I
have to poop.  I mean I used to ask her that question when she
was little.  And why did I feel a flash of excitement tingle
between my legs!


Angie pushed me out the door into the backyard.  "See those
flowers over there?"


I nodded my head.


"They look like they need watering," she said with a smile as she
stood in the doorway.


I took the hint and walked over the flower bed.  I had planted
the flowers about three weeks ago but really hadn't watered them
much.  The flowers didn't look that bad, I mean they weren't
dying.


I looked at Angie standing on the back porch smiling at me.  I
turned and kind of backed up over the flowers and spread my legs,
bent at the knees and grunted a little bit.  My pee flowed out. 
The soil was soft so I sunk in a little, the dirt grinding in
between my toes.  I looked down between my legs and moved my hips
a little trying to spread my pee over the flower bed but not
splash my legs. All the time, I felt Angie watching me. After a
minute or so I shook the final droplets of pee from my crotch and
stood up straight.


"Very good, mom," smiled Angie.  I smiled back at her as I walked
towards the porch.  I wiped my toes on the grass removing the
sand and soil.  The neat thing about our backyard is that nobody
can see into it.  There are large chestnut trees and pine trees
around the perimeter of the yard plus the fence line is like ten
feet high.  I felt secure and safe walking nude in my backyard.


"You let me know when you have to go poop," Angie smiled as she
stepped through the sliding doors ahead of me.


"Yes, honey," I replied as I followed her into the living room.


Angie turned around and looked at me.  "No, you stay outside,
mom."


"What?"


"We've been instructed by the coach that when you go outside to
pee or poop that you stay outside, just like a real dog would."


"You're kidding right?" I replied with a surprised look.


"No, mom, I'm not kidding.  You have to get used to the idea that
when you relieve yourself outside that you stay outside for a
certain amount of time, just like we would make a real dog if we
had one."


"But, but, I don't have any clothes on," I protested as she put
her hand on my chest and pushed me back out the door.


"So? Be glad that I am not making you be on all fours yet."


"What?" I asked again.


"Mother, you can be so stupid sometimes.  Don't you get it?
Eventually when you are on your hands and knees performing as my
pet, I will put you outside, you have to get used to the idea. 
Now, stay outside until I let you back in."


Angie closed the sliding glass door on me.  She turned away from
the door and walked out of the living room.  She didn't lock the
door, she didn't have too, she knew I wouldn't try and open it.


I shrugged my shoulders and turned around looking at the yard. 
Damn it.  Now what do I do?  I walked over to one of the recliner
chairs and sat down.  Then I leaned back in the chair and
stretched out.


A couple of minutes later I heard the sliding door open. 
"Mother, I am so disappointed in you!"


I quickly sat up and look at Angie.  She was standing there with
her hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face.


"What! What did I do?"


 "You're sitting on the furniture, mother! I told you yesterday
that you couldn't sit on the furniture."


"I, um, okay." Fuck! How could I be so stupid?


"Come here, mother!"


"Angie, darling, look I'm sorry," I stammered looking fearful.


"Now!" Angie yelled as she pointed at the ground in front of her.


I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the ground shuffling
towards her like a bad child.  This was what she used to do when
I was mad at her.  I stood in front of her.  She reached around
and slapped my ass cheek with her hand.


[SLAP] "Ouch!" I said trying to move away from her hand like a
child would.


"Bad mother! Go to your room and wait for me!"


As I squeezed past her into the living room she slapped my ass
again.


[SLAP] "Ow!" I said.


"Hurry it up, mom!" Angie yelled.


I hurried through the living room and up the stairs.  I stood in
the middle of the room with my arms folded across my chest.  I
could feel my cunt juicing up.  Why was that? Was it because I
enjoyed being punished by my daughter? I mean usually when a
women gets wet between her legs she is anticipating something
sexually exciting.  Is being punished sexually exciting to me?


I heard Angie stomping up the stairs.  I was nervous and my heart
was pounding.  She walked into the room.


"Go get Miss Riding Crop," she ordered.  I walked past her as
quickly as I could and down the hallway.  I walked into her
bedroom but I couldn't find the riding crop on her desk.


Oh fuck! I said to myself.  I was in a panic! Where the fuck was
the thing?


"Hurry up, mother!"


"Coming dear!" I replied as I quickly looked around her room.  I
squatted down in front of her desk and saw the crop on the floor
behind it.


"You're wasting my time, mother!"


I grabbed the crop and hurried out the bedroom door and into to
my bedroom.  Angie was standing there with her arms folded around
her chest and her left foot tapping the ground.


"That took entirely too much time! Do you want to be punished
even more?"


"I'm sorry, sweetie, I couldn't find it."


"I don't want to hear excuses mom.  Now stand straight with your
hands on top of your head."


I quickly stood straight and put my hands on my head.  I saw that
my nipples were sticking straight out.  Damn, must be the cool
air of the room.


Angie put the end of the riding crop in front my mouth.  "You
know what to do."


I puckered my lips and kissed the end of the riding crop and
said, "Thank you, Miss Riding Crop!"


"Good, now five lashes on your rear end, mother.  After each lash
I want you to say the number and `I am a bad pet!' Do you
understand?"


"Yes, honey!" I gulped as I gritted my teeth for the lashing.


[SMACK] Ow! "One, I'm a bad pet!" I said.


I could hear my daughter walking back and forth behind me.  "I
don't like to punish you mother.  You're an adult and you should
know better."


[SMACK] fuck! "Two, I'm a bad pet!"


"You're a mature woman, my mother, and I love you very much!"


[SMACK] Damn it! "Three, I'm a bad pet!"


"But I see now that I will have to spend more time correcting
your behavior."


[SMACK] Fuck! "Four, I'm a bad pet!"  I felt her hand on my left
ass cheek as she rubbed it up and down. It seemed to linger for a
moment near my anus.


"I want you to be a good pet for me mother, don't make me punish
you all the time."


[SMACK] Fuck it! "Five, I'm a bad pet!"


Again, she put the end of the riding crop to my mouth.  "You know
what to do."


I leaned in and kissed it.  "Thank you, Miss Riding Crop for
correcting my behavior."


"Good, now go stand in the corner!"


I dutifully walked to the corner of my bedroom and stood facing
the wall.  I remembered to scoot a little more forward and put my
nose to the wall.  Angie walked out of the bedroom and down the
hallway.


Here I was staring at the wall a second time this morning and I
hadn't even taken a shower or brushed my teeth.  I guess about
five minutes later Angie came back into the room.


"Times up mom, time to take a shower."


I turn around and headed out of my bedroom.  Angie followed me
down the hallway to the bathroom.  My rear-end hurt a little as I
took a shower with Angie watching.  She was kinda peeking her
head inside the shower curtain.  She and I didn't say very much
as I brushed my teeth.  I was getting used to her staring at me
in the bathroom.


"So do you have to go poop yet?" Angie asked out of nowhere, a
hint of eagerness in her voice.


"Um, no, not yet," I kinda smiled as the last of the shower
washed over my body.


As I finished my shower I noticed there is only one towel hanging
up.  "What can I use to dry myself?" I asked my daughter who was
looking at me with a smile.  I think she set this up on purpose.


"I was wondering when you were going to ask," she smiled at me. 
I didn't like the look of the smile.  "I want you to get on all
fours here in the tub and I will dry you off."


"What? You're kidding!"


"Do I look like I'm kidding mother?" Angie asked as she stood
there with her hands on her hips.


"No, but I think you're enjoying this." I replied as I got down
on all fours.


"Yes, mother, I am enjoying this," Angie said a little louder as
she stepped into the hallway and opened the hallway closet where
the bath towels were stored.  "Don't say a word, mom, or else,"
my daughter said as she knelt beside the tub with a towel.  She
started dry my back, then my head and face.  She really rubbed
the towel into my skin.  I must say it did feel kinda good, in a
relaxing way.  Then she took the towel under my body and dried my
breasts and stomach.  My twelve year-old really worked my
breasts, drying them this way then that way. I felt her hands
through the towel, kneading my flesh.


Angie scooted herself to the end of the tub and placed the towel
on my waist then took a handful of it and moved between my ass
cheeks.  Damn that felt good as she rubbed and down between my
cheeks, the towel rubbing up against my sphincter muscle.  Then
she moved the towel down to my cunt and gently rubbed in a
circular motion.  She placed her left hand on my rear-end and
used her right hand to rub the towel into my cunt. I felt myself
getting very wet and I longed to cum.


"There we go, mom, all nice and dry!" she cooed.  I almost let
out a moan of my own.  Damn her fingers were strong as they
worked the towel into my cunt, strong and feminine.


"Up you go," she said as she stood up from the side of the tub. 
"Dry off your legs and arms and meet me downstairs."


I nodded my head as she said I couldn't talk yet.


I walked nude in the kitchen a couple of minutes later, Angie was
sitting at the table eating oatmeal.  On the kitchen counter were
the doggie treats we had bought yesterday.  I looked at them.


"Yes, mom, that is what you are eating this morning." Angie said
as she put a spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth.


I nodded my head and took several treats in my hand.  "Take the
bag of treats and stand in the corner there," Angie ordered me as
she pointed to the corner of the kitchen.


I stood facing the wall eating the doggie treats.  After ten
minutes and five doggie treats later I hear Angie preparing the
bowl of water.  "Come have a drink of water," she said as she
placed the bowl on the ground.


I turned around from the kitchen wall and stared at it.  She had
placed the water bowl on the floor.  I hesitate looking at the
water bowl.  "Yes, mom, on your hands and knees to lap up the
water," Angie smiled from the kitchen table.


I gulped, walked over to the bowl and got down on my hands and
knees.  I put my face in the bowl and stuck out my tongue.  I
used my tongue to lap up the water.  Next thing I knew Angie was
standing next to me as I a lapped up the water.  She squatted
down next to me and rubbed my back.


"You're so beautiful when you do this, mom," Angie cooed as she
lightly ran her fingers up and down my back.


I raised my head a little.  "Thank you, sweetheart," I say
without thinking.  I was blushing several shades of red.


[SMACK] "Ouch!" I yelp and jump a little.  My daughter had
slapped my left ass cheek.


"Damn it, mother! You don't have permission to talk!"


[SMACK] "Ummm!" I groan as she slapped my right ass cheek.


"Why do you mess-up mother?"


[SMACK] "Ummm!" that was a harder slap on my left ass cheek.


"You are a bad pet!" Angie said between gritted teeth.


[SMACK] Fuck! That hurt I thought to myself.  Here I am on my
hands and knees with my daughter punishing me for talking.  Angie
stood up and I looked up at her with embarrassment on my face.


"Upstairs, we are going to start out practice now," Angie said
angrily staring down at me.  I hesitated as I looked up at her. 
I was a little scared as I watched her expression.


"Now, mother!" she almost yelled.


I was about to tell her that she didn't have to yell and that I
was still her mother and she couldn't talk to me that way,
competition or no competition, but I managed to control myself.


I stood up and hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs.  I
ran to the middle of my bedroom and stood there.  I heard Angie
walking up the stairs.


"You disappoint me mother!" Angie yelled as she walked up the
stairs.  Fuck that was familiar statement.  I used to tell Angie
that when she was in trouble.


My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty.  I was nervous
what my daughter was going to do.


Angie stood in the doorway looking at me.  I was looking back at
her.  I was nervous.  She stepped into the room and walked up to
me.  "Practice has started," was all she said.  I almost nodded
my head.


Angie put her hands on my breasts and squeezed them.  Then she
stepped back, turned and walked out the door, down the hallway. 
I heard the doggie bell tinkling as she picked it up.  She came
back in the room and attached the bell to my doggie collar
without saying a word.  Then she stepped back and looked me up
and down.  I still had my hands behind my head.


Angie walked up to me again and took hold of my erect nipples
between her index fingers and thumbs and twisted my nipples.


"Bitch! You are such a stupid bitch sometimes, mother!" hissed
Angie.


That hurt my feelings.  My eyes welled up with tears.  How could
my daughter say something like that to me?  She was staring at me
just daring me to say something.


Angie wasn't tweaking my nipples that hard that she moved my body
back and forth.  I maintained my composure so that doggie bell
didn't tinkle.


"You're my bitch, Baby Girl, but you can be such a bad pet
sometimes."  Angie had a thin grin on her face as she twisted
both nipples.  I closed my eyes and bit my lip.  Stand still
Kathy, don't move.  "You can be such a bad mother, a bad bitch
that you piss me off!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed my
nipples.


Angie let go of my nipples and walked around behind me.  She put
her cheek on my shoulder and reached around me and took both my
breasts in her hands.  She gently rubbed my nipples with the
palms of her hands.  Then she kissed my shoulder.


Now her mood had changed.  "You're my pet, mother.  My bitch.  I
love you so much for doing this for me but you can make me so mad
sometimes." My daughter snuggled her check between my shoulders
and kept rubbing my breasts.


I began to moan.


"Shush mother, no sounds," Angie ordered me.  She moved her hands
from my breasts down to my stomach.  I almost groaned with
disappointment.


"Move your legs apart, Baby Girl, shoulder width apart.  Make
sure you don't tinkle your bell," Angie whispered into my ear.


I slowly moved my leg out to what I think is shoulder width
apart.  Angie moved from behind me to my right side. I suddenly
felt my cunt growing wet with anticipation. "Look straight ahead
Baby Girl, don't look at me."


I moved my eyes straight ahead as she put her left hand on my
lower back and her right hand just above my cunt.  Slowly she
moved her left down between my ass cheeks, rubbing between them,
brushing them over my anus.  Her right hand moved down and came
to rest on my clit.  Gently, slowly, she rubbed my clit.  As she
was working both hands on my body, my twelve year-old daughter
leant forward a little bit and uses her tongue to swipe at my
right nipple.


Oh fuck! She didn't I'm thinking to myself. Oh fuck! Again. 
Angie's middle finger of her left hand pushes against my
sphincter muscle and I almost jump.  With her lips moistened with
her tongue, she gently sucks on my right nipple.


Her right hand is working my clit in a circular motion, and then
she moves her hand down lower and poked my cunt with her middle
finger. I could feel it slip between my lips and slide inside me.


"Oh God, Angie," I moaned without thinking.  My cunt was sopping
wet as she worked my anus and cunt and her tongue licked my
nipple.


Quickly my daughter brought her right hand up and slapped in the
face.  "Bad pet, bad, bad pet, for talking Baby Girl!"


The slap caught me by surprise.  Oh fuck, what did I say? Was I
out of my fucking mind?


[SLAP] Ouch! Angie slapped my ass cheek with her left hand.  She
stepped away from me with an angry look.  I felt like an idiot
standing there with hands behind my head, my cunt dripping and
daughter glaring at me.  I spoke when I wasn't suppose to speak.


Angie snapped her fingers and pointed to the bedroom door.  "Get
Miss Riding crop now!"


I put my arms across my chest and scurried out my bedroom door
and down the hallway.  The riding crop was on her desk.  I
grabbed it and hurried out down the hallway again.  Fuck how
could I be so stupid? Did I really enjoy being punished?


Angie was standing in the middle of my bedroom with her arms
folded across her chest and her left foot out a little tapping
the floor.   "I'm sorry, Angie...," I tried to say.


"Shut-up, mother, I don't want to hear it," she replied taking
the riding crop from my hand.


"You can't talk to me that way, Angie.  Please I'm your mother,"
I said as I looked at her.


"Fuck it, mother, we are in practice mode.  You're my pet and you
will behave as such!"


"There's no need to curse," I replied as I stepped back from her.



"Then don't get me angry," my daughter fired back as she stared
at me.   "Now turn around, bend over and grab your ankles."


We stood there looking at each other.  Angie knew what she was
going to do so she stared at me waiting for what I had to do. 
Problem was I had enough of being punished by my daughter.  She
stared at me waiting for me to blink first.  I could end it now
and wreck her future or I could suck it up and take my punishment
like an adult woman.  I admittedly like what she was doing to me,
but... I turned around and bent over.  I really couldn't grab my
ankles as I wasn't that agile so I grabbed the lower part of leg
as low as I could go.


Angie put her hand on my lower back.  "I don't want you to say
anything, Baby Girl.  I want you to think about what you did
wrong as I swat you."


I nodded my but I didn't know if she was looking at me or not.


[SLAP], [SLAP] in quick succession.  Fuck! I jumped and almost
stood up but her hand held me down.  Tears formed on my eyes.


"Bad pet! You have to know your place!" she almost yelled. 
[SLAP], [SLAP] God damn it! Fuck this hurts! I try not to make a
sound but I yelp a little bit.  She is hitting me across both
cheeks.


"You make me so mad, Baby Girl! You have to learn to be a good
pet for me!" she almost yelled again in anger.  [SLAP], [SLAP],
"You're a bitch! A bad, bad bitch!"


"Ow! Ow!" I whimper trying to stand-up and rub my bottom.  Christ
this hurts! I start to sniffle.


"Shut up! Damn it, Baby Girl, can't you get it through your
simple little head that you're not allowed to talk?" [SLAP],
[SLAP], [SLAP] three times in rapid succession.


[SLAP], [SLAP] "I try to give you some pleasure.  I try to take
your needs into account but you ruin it by talking.  [SLAP] I'm
not interested in what you think or say, mother! [SLAP] If you
want some pleasure then do what I say! [SLAP]


I was crying now, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was sobbing. 
[SLAP], "That's for making wait while you got the riding crop!"
[SLAP], [SLAP] "And that's for not kissing Miss Riding Crop when
you handed it to me!"


"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried out.  God damn it, did I forget to do that?



[SLAP], [SLAP] "Shut up mother! God damn you make you so mad!"
[SLAP]


Angie quit slapping me with the riding crop.  She stepped back
and sat down on the master bed.


"On your knees in front of me, Baby Girl!" she ordered.  I stood
up, rubbed my rear end and dropped to my knees in front of my
daughter.  I ran my hand under my nose wiping my tears away.  I
didn't look up at her.


"Look at me mother," Angie asked me gently.  I looked at her, I
know my eyes were red, I had sniffles from my nose and I was
probably flushed kneeling in front of my daughter.


She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face.  "Kiss Miss
Riding Crop."  She held the end of the riding crop out for me.  I
leaned forward and kissed the end of it.  "Thank you Miss Riding
Crop for correcting my behavior," I blushed.


"Very good, Baby Girl," Angie said as she set the crop next to
her.  She was still looking down at me.  "I don't like to punish
you mother.  But you keep messing up which leaves me no choice."
I was about to say something but she put her index finger to my
lips.  I sniffled again.  "I love you mother but you need to
change your behavior for me.  I can't change your behavior with
punishment that you bring on yourself."  I was still looking at
her when I realized that I was to respond to what she was saying.


"I'm sorry sweetie.  I'm really trying my hardest to please you.
But these past two days has been hard on me."  I avert my eyes
from looking at her.  Angie runs her hand through my short page
boy haircut.


"I know mother, so let's not talk it about anymore today.  Now,
punishing you has made me tired, so go get your doggie gear and
let's play catch.  You can get the gear on yourself then meet me
downstairs.  Hurry okay? We don't have much time."


I nodded my head, sniffled again and stood up.  Angie was out the
door and headed downstairs.  I walked down the hallway to her
bedroom and got my gear.  She said to meet her downstairs which
meant that she wanted me to get the stuff on up here and then go
down stairs.


I decided to strap my ankles to my thighs first.  I put the strap
as high as I could on both my thighs and then secured the ankle
straps around my ankles.  I attached both my ankles to my thighs.
 I wondered why she wanted me to do this and not her.  Was it
because she knew I would comply with her order? In order to make
this happen I needed to obey her.  That is what I was having a
hard time with.


"Hurry up mother! We don't have all morning," my daughter yelled
from down stairs.


I put my knee pads on.  The knee pads had the look of dog paws
but were comfortable to wear as I crawled around.  Next I pulled
on my right hand dog paws.  The paw cover came to my elbow and
the paw itself had the effect of curling my fingers like a dogs
paw.


"And don't forget the doggie bell!" she yelled again.


With my legs secured to my thighs I crawled over to her desk
picking up the doggie bell with my left hand.  I clipped it to my
collar.


I pulled on left hand dog paw sleeve with my teeth.  "Hurry up, I
said!" Angie yelled again.  I pulled the sleeve up again, balled
my fist and slipped into the paw. I think I was ready.  I crawled
out of her bedroom and down the stairs my doggie tinkling as I
went do the stairs.


I crawled into the living room Angie was sitting in her dad's
recliner chair like she was the other day.  She looked me over
and nodded her head.  I felt a strange sense of pride with her
looking me over, like I had done something right.


Angie had the orange ball in her left hand.  She looked at me. 
"Sit!" she said.  I sat back on my toes and tucked my paws under
my breasts and looked at her expectantly.


"Stay until I tell you to fetch," my daughter smiled.  I didn't
nod my head or do anything.  I didn't think dogs did that but I
kept looking at her.  "Keep your attention focused on me, Baby
Girl."


Angie tossed the ball out of the living room.  It hit the hallway
wall and bounced into the kitchen.  Angie sat back in the
recliner and started changing channels on the TV.  "Fetch!"


I turned to my right and took off to the hallway.  I scampered
down the hallway to the kitchen.  The ball was under the kitchen
table.  I worked my way through the chair legs and grabbed the
ball with my mouth.


"Hurry up, pet, you're taking too much time!" Angie yelled from
the living room.  I went through the dining room and into the
living room.  She didn't have her hand out so I kept the ball in
my mouth.  She was watching some Valley TV show about teens and
dating.  I sat back on my toes and tucked my arms under my
breasts again watching her.


Angie put her right hand out over the side of the recliner and
snapped her fingers.  I quickly moved around behind the chair and
dropped the ball into her hand.  "Sit!" was all she said.  I sat
back on my toes staring at her.  She idly played with the ball in
her hand as she watched TV.


She tossed the ball into the dining room.  I heard the ball
bounce off two or three chair legs but I couldn't tell where it
ended up.  I sat there anxiously waiting for her to give the
command.


"Fetch!" I took off again behind the recliner and into the dining
room.  I stopped and looked around trying to locate the orange
ball.  "Come on, puppy, hurry it up!" my daughter yelled.


I panicked.  I could find the ball.  I scampered into the kitchen
looking under the kitchen table but didn't see it.  I went back
into the dining room and looked again.  There, I saw it.  The
ball had rolled under the hutch.


"Baby Girl, better hurry up or you'll get a spanking again!"
Angie said with irritation in her voice.


Fuck I was desperate.  How could I communicate with her about the
location of the ball.  I crawled back into the living room and
sat back a few feet from her.  My daughter looked at me with
disappointment on her face.  "So where's the ball?"


My daughter didn't say I could talk.  I turned my head and
towards the dining room and whimpered.  "Hmm, mmm" I announced
from my throat.  Angie stared at me at first.  Then her face lit
up and she got up from the recliner and walked into the dining
room.  I followed close behind her then went over to the hutch
and sat back on my toes.


"Oh, very good, Baby Girl!" my daughter smiled as she knelt down
to look under the hutch.  I blushed with pride.


She reached her hand under the hutch and grabbed the ball. 
"Well, enough of this for now.  Julie and Kayla are coming over
to go to the mall with us.  Some stores are having back to school
sales."


Fuck! Julie and Kayla?  I used to babysit those girls.  Now I
hear that they can be a couple of bitches.


"Go upstairs Baby Girl and get dressed.  Practice is over.  Oh,
pick out your clothes from your dresser," Angie said as she
walked back to living room.


I scampered up the stairs and into my bedroom.  I had a struggle
trying to take the arm sleeve paws off my left arm and hand with
my teeth but once I had pulled it off everything else came off
easily.  I picked out a tight white t-shirt with blue lettering
that read "Kid".  The t-shirt showed off my mid-riff.  With no
bra my nipples were prominently displayed.  I blushed at the
thought of the three pre-teens looking at my nipples.  I pulled
out a pair of denim short shorts, ones that could easily pass for
bikini bottoms.  I knelt down looking at my shoes and the only
choices I had were four, five and six inch stiletto heels.  I
picked out four inch heels and slipped them on.  I suddenly
realised this was the first time that I had been dressed since
yesterday's shopping trip.


I heard the door bell ring.  "Mom, can you get the door?" Huh?
The living room is right next to the front door.  But I don't say
anything as I walk down the stairs.


"You look very good mother and you can talk." Angie smiled from
the recliner.


"Thank you dear.  I am unsure about wearing such revealing
clothes."


"You look great mom and the clothes look real cute on you."  The
door bell rang again.  "I don't want you to say no today and I
want you to be nice to Julie and Kayla.  Remember, as much as I
don't like to, I won't hesitate to punish you at the mall if you
misbehave.  Be sure to bring your doggie treats. If we eat
something at the mall, you'll eat your doggie treats.  Any
questions?" My twelve year-old smiled at me.


"Um, do the girls know what you and I are doing?" I asked as I
walk to the front door.


"Of course they do.  We don't have any secrets between us.  You
should know that."


Angie was right of course.  The girls were born within several
days of each other.  They sometimes celebrated their birthdays
together and as I said, I would babysit the girls sometimes.


I was nervous as hell when I opened the door.  "Wow!" "Whoa!"
Both girls smiled.  "You look great Mrs. Woods!" gushed Julie. 
"Damn, what a hottie, Mrs Woods!" smiled Kayla.


They looked me up and down as they walked into the house.  My
nipples were straight out.  I was either excited at seeing them
or it was the cool air.


"Thanks, girls." I blushed as I stepped aside for the girls as
they walked into the house.  I would have corrected Kayla's curse
but decided to let it go.  I didn't want my sense of right and
wrong to be mistaken for my misbehavior.


I shut the front door and walked down the hallway towards the
kitchen.  Julie whistled as my stiletto heels clicked on the
tile.  Kayla laughed.


I was busy putting my doggie treats into a small baggie when I
heard the girls giggling and whispering to each other.   I kind
of smiled a little.  "Hurry up mom, we won't have much time for
shopping if you're too slow." Angie yelled.  The girls giggled
again.


"Okay, dear," was all I replied.


Angie came walking into the kitchen and lowered her voice.  "Get
my bag from my room, mom, and also check it to make sure that it
has the metal ruler in it.  I don't want to be without if I have
to punish you.  Oh, and make sure that you follow behind me, not
too far behind me."


I hesitated for a moment.  "Um, sweetie, I don't think you'll
need the metal ruler today."


"Oh? why's that mom?" Angie asked as she turned around and put
her hand on her hip.


I gulped.  "Um, I'll be good sweetie.  You won't need to punish
me," I said as I fidgeted with my fingers.


My twelve year-old stared at me for a moment.  I wilted under her
gaze.


Julie yelled out from the living room, "Hurry-up Ang, time is
wasting."


Angie ignored her friend. "I know you'll behave yourself mom. 
But I want the metal ruler in my bag anyway.  So don't fight me
on this!" She smiled as she turned around walked out of the
kitchen.


Fuck! I used to tell her that not so long ago.  I shook my head
and walked out of the kitchen.  The girls walked out the front
door as I hurried upstairs to get Angie's bag.  I put my doggie
treats in my purse, grabbed the car keys and headed out the front
door.


After parking the car in the mall parking lot I follow the girls
into the mall making sure that I was behind my daughter.  As we
got close to the front door of the mall we notice the same Great
Dane dog that we saw yesterday fucking a different dog.  Again,
there were teen kids standing around the two dogs as the Dane
fucked slightly smaller dog.  The girls walked over to watch
also.


"Isn't that cool?" asked Julie as she stared at the two dogs.


"Um, yes, I think so," I reply embarrassed as I was the only
adult standing there with the kids.  Other adults walking into
the mall were giving me dirty looks.  I was very uncomfortable
and felt my cheeks reddening.


"I hear that male dogs have a lot of stamina and can cum four or
five times in quick succession," Kayla smiled at me.


I gulped and smiled back at her.  I wonder why she said that?


We finally walked into the mall and girls made their way to Hot
Teen Fashions.  I would have preferred to go shopping with Angie
by ourselves but I had no choice in the matter.  The girls were
giggling and laughing as they picked different types of clothes
off the rack.  All the clothes were very revealing or more
importantly were not what pre-teen girls should wear to school.


Angie picked out several denim outfits like short skirts and a
denim blouse that could be worn without a bra.  It was the Sir
Denim line.  Julie and Kayla picked out several denim outfits
from Sir Denim Pee line of clothes.  Alongside the selection,
there was a display platform for demonstrating their particular
features. There were several women, store models, who were
intermittently peeing in their denim shorts. Alongside them were
bottles of water from which they drank, frequently. As I watched,
one of them smiled at me and squatted, opening her legs to expose
the crotch of her shorts. For a moment, I felt transfixed,
watching her lewd, open display. The denim was soaking up the
urine and the smell; I didn't see any pee dribble down her legs.
As she straightened up, I tore my eyes away, aware suddenly of
how aroused I felt.


Several young girls were giving me the once over and I caught
Angie staring at me and youngsters.  I wondered what Angie was
thinking while the little girls were eyeing me.  I had heard of
daughters pimping out their mothers but I shuddered at the
thought.  I don't think this puppy girl competition allowed that.
 I think the pathfinders did.  Anyway, the young girls looking me
over made me uncomfortable. With a sense of shame, I wondered if
they had seen me watching the woman pee. Julie and Kayla went
into dressing booths as Angie come over to me.


"You look absolutely stunning mom in the clothes you picked out.
I think those little girls over there would like to get to know
you a lot better," she laughed.


"That's not nice, Angie.  I don't think the school district would
approve little girls getting involved in the competition," I said
frowning at her.


"I know that, mom.  And besides, I don't know if I would share
you or not," she said. "But it's nice to imagine what fun they
might have with you." She turned on her heel and walked off
towards the dressing rooms.


What the hell did she mean by that?


I was standing there in the middle of the store with young girls
and pre-teen girls milling around the clothes racks.  I was
uncomfortable.  Angie poked her head out of the dressing room
door.  "Hey, mom, come here," Angie waved at me.


Oh, fuck now what?  I walked over to the dressing room and
entered.  The room was not all that big but the three girls had
their shirts and bras off.  I gulped as I stared at the budding
young breasts.


"Which bra do you think I look good in?" Kayla asked as she laid
the bra across her chest, kind of modelling it for me. Her eyes
held mine and she smiled.


"I'm not gonna wear a bra for school this year," announced Julie.


"I think all girls should wear bras," I replied still staring at
Kayla young tits.


Angie laughed, reached up, moved my t-shirt over my right breast.
 She then used her thumb and index finger and tweaked my nipple.
Julie and Kayla's eyes got big.  I turned several shades of red.
Julie and Kayla waited for me to admonish Angie but I said
nothing.


"Wow!" exclaimed Julie as she reached with her right hand.  She
looked at Angie before touching my tit.  "May I?"


"Of course, my mom won't mind will you?"


I shook my head not trusting myself to say anything.  I wanted to
tell Julie that no fucking way was she going to touch me.  But I
had no choice did I?  I didn't want to get punished for
misbehaving.


Kayla watched as Julie ran her palm of her right hand around my
nipple.  I closed my eyes and bit my lip.  Then I felt another
hand on my left tit.  I opened my eyes and Kayla was smiling at
me.  Angie was standing behind Julie smiling.  She then leaned
forward and wrapped her arms around Julie and proceeded to lay
little kisses on Julie's right shoulder. I felt my nipples
stiffen and signals shoot down to my cunt.


Angie was looking at me as she kissed her friends shoulder almost
daring me to say anything.  I had no idea that the girls were
this intimate.


For the next hour or so the girls played with my tits while they
shopped in different stores.  I grimaced and frowned each time
the girls grabbed and pulled my nipples in the changing rooms or
at the clothing racks, but my pussy got wetter and wetter, until
I was sure they would be able to see the stain on my shorts. 
Finally they were hungry so we went to the food court.  The girls
ordered up burgers and fries which I brought to them.  I stood
next Angie as I slipped doggie treats from my purse to my mouth
trying not to draw attention to myself.


The girls laughed and giggled at my discomfort.  I stared
straight ahead.  I wanted to ask Angie in the worst way if the
girls having sexual relations with each other.  The way the girls
touched each other or leaned into each other to laugh or even the
way they made eyes at each other.


"I wish my mom was more like your mom, Ang," smiled Julie.


"Yeah, I would really love to maul my mom's tits!" giggled Kayla
as she played with fry around her mouth.


"Well, my mom is special.  This competition is good for both of
us."


 Angie looked at her watch.  "It is almost time for practice.  Do
you want us to drop you off at your house or you got things to do
here?"


"I would really love it if you could leave your mom with us!"
Julie said as she slapped my ass check which had to be showing
with the short denim shorts I had on.


"As much as I would like to leave my mom with you two perverts,
we must be getting to practice at the church."


"Bummer, well, you can leave us here.  We'll catch the bus to the
neighborhood," Kayla smiled as she stood up beside me.  "Thank
you, Mrs Woods for letting me play with your tits!" she said as
she kissed me on the cheek.


"Yeah, that goes for me too, Mrs Woods.  Your nipples are very
nice to the touch!" Julie added.


I blushed.


"What do you say mom?" Angie asked me as she pinched my left ass
cheek.


I kind of winced a little bit when she pinched me.  "You're
welcome girls."


"Come, mother, we have practice to attend to," Angie stated as
she grabbed her bags of clothes and handed them to me.


I dutifully fell in behind her as we walked out of the mall.


I popped the trunk as we walked up to the car and put the bags in
while Angie got into the passenger seat.  I slid into the
driver's side and sat there for a moment.  I had a couple of
things that I needed to talk about.  My daughter caught my mood.


"Yes, mother, what is it?" she asked with an irritated look.


I put my hands on the steering wheel and gripped it.  "Two things
really," I replied looking straight ahead.  I felt like a fool
sitting behind the wheel with a skimpy half t-shirt on and a very
short denim pants that could pass for a bikini bottom while my
daughter was fully clothed.


"Well, go on," she said as she drummed her fingers on the arm
rest of the door.


"I don't like the clothes you picked out for school.  They make
you look like, like a, well, you know," I tried to say.


Angie interrupted me. "Like a slut, mother?"


"Yes, I didn't want to say that, but, yes like a slut," I agreed
as I felt a little relief that it was in the open.


"That's the look for school this year mom.  The slut look. 
Didn't you see some of the teachers in the stores? They're going
for the teacher slut look." Angie smiled.


"I don't want you to dress like a slut for school, honey.  You're
better than that," I almost pleaded.


"Hmm, you know I appreciate that, mom.  I mean you used to buy
school clothes for me when I was younger, but now, I'm older so I
want to buy what I want.  Besides, I really don't care what you
want."


"Don't say that, Angie, that hurts my feelings," I responded as I
started the car.


"You know it's true, mom, your opinion doesn't matter to me.  If
I want to buy clothes that make me look like a slut, then you
will buy them for me."  Angie paused and looked at me as I put
the car in gear.  "Do you agree that your opinion doesn't matter
anymore?"


Fuck, she's right! I thought.  Since Wednesday my opinion didn't
matter anymore.  I nodded my head.  "Say it mother, say your
opinion doesn't matter anymore," my daughter pushed.


"You're my hurting feelings! Please!" I looked at Angie who was
smiling.


"Your feelings don't matter to me, mom.  I own you for this
competition and you have to get used to the idea that your
feelings and opinion don't matter to me.  Now say it or there
will be punishment."


I gulped and nodded my head.  "My opinion doesn't matter
anymore," I replied.  That hurt me, just hearing myself say it,
hurt my feelings.  Angie sat there with a smug smile on her face
as she sat back in the seat.


"So, what else is on your mind, mom?" she asked as she crossed
her arms across her chest.


If my opinion didn't matter then what I had to say about the
second problem didn't matter either.  "Well, nothing, honey," I
said as I drove out of the parking lot.


"Come on, mom, tell me.  You said that two things were bothering
you."


"That's okay, honey," I replied as I pulled out onto the main
road.


"Mother, don't make me ask again, tell me!"


I nod my head.  "I, um, didn't care for Julie and Kayla playing
with my breasts," I said quickly.


Angie chuckled.  "You know that I gave you permission to talk, I
mean, if you didn't like them playing with you, you could've said
something."


"I know, honey, but I thought that if I said something that you
would punish me in front of the girls."  We were stopped at a
stop light.


"I wouldn't have punished you mother, but I would have told you
to take it like a woman and my pet, and let my two best friends
play with your titties."


"Breasts," I said, trying to correct her.  Then I added, "That
would have embarrassed me if you had said that."  I said looking
out my driver side window.

"Then you were very smart for not saying anything."  Angie paused
then asked.  "Why did it bother you to have Julie and Kayla play
with your titties?" Angie emphasized the word titties.


"Breasts," I replied.


"Titties, mother, now answer the question."


I gulped.  "For this competition training only you can play with
me," I said with an embarrassed look on my face.


"No, mother, that's not correct."


I looked at her.  "What do you mean? I thought only you could
touch me."


"Geez , mom, you haven't figured this out yet?" Angie replied as
she put her hands on her lap and looked at me with frustration. 
I felt like an idiot.  "You know that you're my pet, right?"


As much as I hated to I nodded my head. The stop light turned
green and I put my foot to the accelerator driving off again. 
That was an embarrassing admission.


Angie continued, "As my pet, you will be touched and played with
not only by me but by other people, kids, the judges during the
competition, you name it.  I mean, all pets are played with in
one way or another and you'll be no different."


I nodded my head as we drove down the road.  It was nice day out,
no clouds, but then there were never clouds in the sky in Cherish
Valley. And yet, somehow, everything felt so different.


"Coach Wagner said on our website that we needed to get our pets,
that's you, and the other mothers, used to being touched by other
people and eventually strangers, just like real pets are played
with.  Do you understand that?"


I nodded my head in understanding.  I was gripping the steering
wheel pretty hard. I didn't like it, I mean the thought of being
played with other people.  I guess I was more upset with myself
for not realizing that I would played with like a real dog.


"So, I brought along Julie and Kayla, two girls you know well, to
assist in training you by touching your titties."


I nodded my again.  "Would you have punished me for asking that
Julie and Kayla not play with my breasts?"


Angie let out a breath of air.  "Say titties, mother."


I hesitated.


"Say it, mother!"


"Titties, there happy?"


"Yes, that makes me happy, but from now on you will refer to your
titties as titties, do you understand?"


I nodded my head. "Yes, I understand," I replied as I gripped the
steering wheel tighter.  "So would you have punished me?"


"No, I would not have punished you, I mean.  I did give you
permission to talk so I couldn't very well punish you for saying
something.  But I think I would have been upset with you and
would have said something during our practice time at home.  So
you were smart not to say anything as they played with you. And
be honest, mother, you did like it, didn't you."


It was a statement, not a question. I felt the blush growing
again in my cheeks, and for a moment I was lost for words.


"I know you did. I could see how wet you were."


Fuck! I felt myself shudder with embarrassment. "Oh God, did
Julie and Kayla see?" I asked, dreading her answer.


"We could all see, mother, said Angie."Why do you think we were
giggling so much?"


I gripped the wheel and stared at the road ahead. I felt the
humiliation wash over me. I had let three twelve year old girls
get me aroused when I should have been upset, should have told
them to behave properly. And they had seen...!


As if reading my thoughts, Angie said, "Don't be upset. I was
very proud of you. All good pets get excited when people play
with them. You were behaving like a good pet should."


Humph, I thought, but I didn't say anything.  For a while there
was silence in the car.


"Do you like me playing with you?" Angie asked me innocently as
she stared out the car window.


I looked at her.  "I don't have much choice, sweetie, that's part
of practice."


"What if it wasn't part of practice? I mean, if I just played
with you, would you like it?"  Now she looked at me.


Would I like it, I thought to myself.  Fuck yes I would like it
but I didn't want Angie to know it for if she did she would take
advantage of me.  Angie was still looking at me waiting for an
answer.  "I am not sure I would like it sweetie, I mean, playing
with me in a sexual manner is not right outside of practice and
this competition."  That's a weak fucking answer I told myself.


Angie nodded her head and went back to staring out the car
window.


We didn't say anything more as I drove the last couple of blocks
to the church.  As I pulled into the parking lot I noticed that
same Great Dane again, the one that was outside the mall earlier.


"There's that dog again," I said as I nodded my head in its
direction.  The massive Dane was walking around the grassy area
of the church sniffing the ground.


"That's a big cute dog.  I wish we had one to keep you company!"
Angie laughed as she undid her seat belt.


"That's not funny, Angie, in fact it's a mean thing to say!" I
said as I pulled into a parking space looking at the menacing
dog.


"But it's funny, mom.  I'm joking!" Angie said as she got out of
the door.


I didn't like the look of the Dane.  The dog had a look of an
abuser, dominating and controlling any situation it was in.  That
kind of frightened me, plus it was huge.  Angie had been polite
enough not to mention its cock hanging down between its legs.  I
would say it was a massive cock that from what I could tell but
it was not at full length.  Just hanging down from its loins it
was probably eight inches long and at least an inch in
circumference.  I shuddered to think how big it would be if it
was fully stiff.  Or what it would feel like....


Angie was almost at the door when I got out of the car.  I had
waited until the Dane had moved on, sniffing for whatever it was
looking for.


"Come on, scaredy cat? That dog isn't gonna hurt you!" Angie
yelled.  I waved her off as I got out of the car.  A big dog like
that scared the crap out of me.  Just watching it the other day
out the mall fuck that poor smaller dog turned me off.  That type
of dog reminded me of an abusive male who took advantage of small
and weak women.


I noticed that there were a lot of other cars in the lot and I
wondered what was up.  I walked into the side door of the church
complex and down the hallway to the room we were at yesterday.


I looked at my watch.  We had twenty minutes until our practice
started so I walked down the hallway to where Angie was standing
in the doorway of another room.


I walked up to her and looked over her shoulder.  My heart
skipped a beat and my breathing picked up.  It was the elementary
school hanging competition team.  Fuck! Too bad Angie isn't in
elementary school.  I looked inside the door and noticed Cindy
Spanner and Mary Johnson with their daughters Stacey and Megan
watching the practice.  I slipped past Angie and into the room to
stand next to Cindy.


The coach, who was nude, was walking back and forth in front of
the ten young girls and their naked mothers.  The girls looked
like they were in the first and second grade.


"The first event is the freestyle clean and jerk.  It's called
the freestyle because no handcuffs or ankle cuffs are used in the
hanging.  The mother must use self-discipline to maintain her
posture as she dangles at the end of the rope.  Teams will be
awarded points on how you conduct yourself as you swing at the
end of the rope.  The longer your daughter allows you to swing at
the end of the rope the more points we will be awarded."


I could see the mothers fidget and shuffle as the coach talked
about the event.  Some of them looked self-conscious standing
naked next to their fully clothed daughters.  I know the feeling
ladies, I thought to myself.


There were ten small stools with ten nooses hanging above them. 
In the corner of the room was a gallows, a wooden gallows with a
silk rope hanging down.  The gallows was only five feet above the
ground and I could see the lever off to the side.


"I hope that you have been doing your neck strengthening
exercises the last two days.  You should have been working with
the neck weights that I sent home with your daughters on
Wednesday and instructions on how to use them.  We don't want any
neck injuries or pulled neck muscles this early in the season."


Some of the mothers moved their heads around in circles,
loosening up their neck muscles.


"Good, I will demonstrate the freestyle clean and jerk," the
coach said as she walked up the gallows stairs.  The coach
pointed at a little girl standing next to her mother.  "Libby,
will you come up here please?"


Libby shook her head.  She looked nervous.  Her mother bent over
next to her.  "It's okay, sweetie, you won't hurt her."


The little girl didn't look convinced.  "Come on, Libby.  I
assure you it is completely safe to hang me." The coach smiled
down from the gallows.


I felt my crotch getting wet, fuck I was getting hot.  My nipples
were beginning to stand out a little.


Libby's mother put her hand on her daughter's back and gently
pushed the youngster.  "Go on, sweetie, you'll have to do it
sometime."  Her mother gently pushed her daughter to the stairs
of the gallows.  The smiling coach waved her up.  "Come on up,
sweetie.  You'll only going to hang me for fun so don't be
nervous."


The youngster very reluctantly walked up the stairs.  As Libby
walked up the stairs the coach went on.  "Ladies, your eyes must
be open during your hanging and your slippers must not come off
your feet.  Slippers coming off your feet during your hanging
will result in losing points.  Other than blinking, if you close
your eyes you will lose points.   Also, no wearing jewellery like
ear rings or necklaces as these might get caught in the rope
which will result in losing points."


One of the mothers raised her hand.  "Yes?" the coach
acknowledged her.


"Seems that one can lose out on a lot of points." The women
smiled.


"Yes, that is correct.  Your hanging during competition must be
perfect.  You must have self-discipline and total trust in your
daughter as she hangs you and places the stool under you again. 
Your daughter must know your breathing limits and what the signs
of your struggling mean.  She must be able to read your body
language as you swing back and forth.  It takes practice ladies,
practice at home and with each other. Have a party or sleepovers
at each other houses.  Your daughters must know your physical
signs of distress.  That means that to get the maximum amount of
points your daughter must not put the stool too soon under your
feet, but also, not wait so long that you might get injured."


I could see the mothers gulp as the coach talked to them.  They
were putting their lives in the hands of their six and seven
year-old daughters just so their elementary school could win
first place in the hanging competition.


The girl walked up to the coach.  "Okay, Libby, go stand by the
lever there."  The girl walked over to the lever as the coach
reached up and put the noose around her neck.


The coach stood straight on the gallows, her arms at her sides
and her feet together.  "The placement of the noose must be
behind your right ear or your left ear.  It must be snug around
your throat, not so tight that you can't breathe, but snug enough
that you won't get injured.  Oh, one other thing, I need one of
you mothers to place the stool under my feet at the four minute
mark.  Okay, Libby, go ahead and pull the lever."


I looked at the youngster.  She must be six or seven years-old,
first or second grade.  The girl looked unsure of herself.  The
lever was behind the coach so the coach couldn't see the
hesitation in the young girl.  The idea behind putting the lever
behind the woman being hanged was so that she would not know when
it was coming.  The anticipation of being dropped was meant to
play on the woman's mind.  I found that sexy.


"Go on, honey, just pull the lever back," the coach said over her
shoulder.


Libby looked over at her mother who nodded her head.  The woman
had a smile on her face for her young daughter.  The youngster
put her index finger to her mouth, reached up to the lever and
pulled it back.  The trap door opened and the coach dropped down
swinging back and forth.  The coach managed to keep her arms at
her sides and her feet together as she swung back and forth.  As
the trap door opened a digital clock on the gallows turned on.


I was mesmerized as I watched the coach swing back and forth the
silk rope tightening around her throat.  The six year-old walked
over to the open trap door and looked down at the top of her
coach.  The feet of the coach looked to be a couple of inches off
the floor.  Somebody measured the distance pretty good from the
trap door to the floor.  The girls and women walked closer to the
gallows to get a closer look at their coach.  The woman had
peaceful look on her face as her swinging body slowed down.  I
looked at Cindy and Mary who were just as mesmerized as me.


I didn't know that Angie walked up next to me.  She whispered in
my ear.  "I bet your thinking that it would be nice to hang like
that woman."


I nodded my head without thinking.  Oh, fuck, I stepped back from
Angie when I realized my mistake at admitting my fantasy to her.
Angie whispered to me. "Don't worry pet, maybe we can find some
time in our busy schedule to take lessons."


Cindy and Mary looked at me as I nodded my head in agreement. 
Angie turned her attention to the woman who was hanging silently
at the end of the rope.  The coach's eyes had a surreal look as
the woman looked around the room.  It was almost like her eyes
were detached from her body.


Angie moved her right hand behind me and rubbed my back then she
moved her hand lower and gently rubbed my ass cheeks.  She put
her head on my left shoulder watching the coach.  One of the
mothers looked up at the digital clock.  It was two minutes into
the hanging.  The coaches facial expression hadn't changed, she
looked peaceful.


Cindy and Mary started to rub themselves as they watched the
coach.  The other women on the hanging team were trying not be
obvious about rubbing themselves but that was a little difficult
because they were naked.


Angie looked at her watch.  "Ten minutes mother then we have to
go," she whispered in my ear.  I nodded my head.  I didn't take
my eyes off the scene in front of me.  The young girls were
holding hands with their mothers as they watched the coach
silently hang in front of them.  I could see the noose tightening
around the woman's neck, her eyes darting back and forth as she
looked at her team standing before her.  Her face wasn't turning
blue or anything so I guess she practiced a lot and did whatever
neck exercises to help her out.


The four minute mark came up with one of the mothers placing a
stool under the feet of the coach.  When the coach was firmly
standing on the stool she reached up and removed the noose around
her neck.  There was a slight red mark around her throat.

She cleared her throat.  "That ladies, is how a proper woman
hangs.  No struggling against the noose and perfectly still, any
questions?"


I felt a strong urge to put my hand-up to ask if I could join the
hanging team.  "Come on mom, time for us to go," Angie said as
she tugged at my elbow.  I followed her out of the room with
Cindy and Mary right behind me.


"Damn, that was hot!" giggled Mary.


"Mom!" Megan said as she slapped her mother's rear-end.


"Well, it was!"


We walked into our room to find coach Wagner was already there. 
She was placing what looked like dog tails on the table.


Coach Wagner was wearing the Sir Denim line of denim mini-skirt
with a form fitting pink t-shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra so
her nipples were poking out of the material.  Coach Wagner was
only twenty-two years old but she was already well known within
the Valley.  Ms Wagner had graduated from Post-Diversity
University with a degree in Psychology of Older Women and a minor
in Female Masturbation.  She grew-up in Cherish Valley going to
the night clubs that catered to younger girls and older women. 
At other times her mother and her danced at the family strip club
for her father.  As was custom in Cherish Valley, her mother took
her virginity at her sweet sixteen birthday party in front of
friends and family.  That was only time that a mother could
dominate her daughter, on her daughter's sixteenth birthday.  The
mother could do whatever she wanted to her daughter.  After high
school and during Ms Wagner's college years she was known as a
world traveller, which was a term applied to anybody who had been
outside of the Valley.  Ms Wagner had journeyed to an island
known as England.  She was doing research into why high society
women and especially women with royal pedigree in their blood
were submissive to their young daughters.  It was rumoured that
the idea for the puppy girl competition originated with Ms Wagner
when she returned to Cherish Valley.  She had mentioned to the
Board of Elders that England had puppy girl sports clubs and
weekend competitions against other clubs and sometimes
competition from clubs on the mainland.  Nobody knew what a
"mainland" was but the Board of Elders eventually agreed to
sanctioning a puppy girl competition within the Valley.


Coach Wagner turned and greeted the girls as they came into the
room.  Standing there in her six inch black heels, short denim
mini-skirt and tight t-shirt with her blonde hair in ponytail,
the girls greeted her.


"Oh, neat, the doggie tails are here!" Stacey exclaimed as she
went to the table.  The other girls were standing around the
table looking at some new things that were laid out.  I didn't
like the look of them.  The girls were waving the doggie tails
back and forth.


Stacey rubbed her mother's tail on her face.  "Wow, this is
really smooth!" she exclaimed.  The other girls giggled as they
copied her.


Mary, Cindy, Maggie, Barb and I were standing there looking at
our daughters at the table.  Coach Wagner came up to us.  "So how
did the last two days go for you ladies?" she smiled.


All of us kind of blushed and shuffled our feet and stared at the
ground hoping that somebody else would answer her question.


"It's perfectly natural to be embarrassed about the training
you've been through, but you don't need to be, we're all on the
same team." The young coach smiled.


"Um, well," stuttered Cindy.  "It's been a learning experience
for Stacey and me."


"Same with Zoe," Barb Lane smiled weakly.  "I mean she can be
demanding sometimes."


Mary Johnson said, "I don't care for the punishments.  Can you
say something to my daughter about that?"


That perked me up and other mother's also.  "Yeah, I mean, I'm
trying my best but I think Karen enjoys my punishments sessions,"
Maggie Hart said as she shuffled her feet.


"Angie gets upset with me if I don't pay attention to her, but
this is so hard for me as a mother," I said as I looked over at
Angie playing with my doggie tail.


"Sorry, ladies, but the punishments are between you and your
daughters.  As a coach I can't interfere with your daughter's
decision about what she considers a breach of discipline.  I'm
really more interested in how you and your daughters are getting
along with the training."


We looked at each other and kind of nodded our heads.  "Good,"
"No problem," we said in response.  But I could tell the
punishment sessions with our daughters had us on edge.


"Good, good, and you've all been obeying your daughters?"


We kinda nodded our heads in embarrassment.  I don't think that
we wanted to admit to each other that our daughters were training
us to obey them.  I mean, it's there and all but nobody wanted to
admit it, especially in front of each other.


The coach reached into her pocket pulling something out.  She
stepped closer to us and opened her hand.  There were five blue
pills.


"As you know your daughters keep a blog of your training on my
website.  They have reported to me that none of you have, um, how
do I put this? Pooped yet, I mean pooped since Wednesday."  We
all looked at each other with embarrassment.  Well that was true
I thought.  "Holding your poop inside is not healthy for your
body and one of the reasons why you are not pooping is that your
body is under stress.  This little blue pill is designed to help
you poop.  I need each of you to take one."  The twenty-two
year-old coach held out her hand.  We all looked at the pills,
none of us wanted to be the first to take one.  "Go on, ladies,
no shame in admitting you haven't pooped by taking the pill."


I looked at the other mother's.  All had consternation on their
faces.  Fuck it! I reached out and took a pill from the coach's
hand.  Cindy was next then Maggie and Mary and finally Barb took
the last one.


"The pill is chewable, ladies, no water needed." The coach
smiled.


We looked at each other.  I popped the pill in my mouth and
started chewing.


The pill had a paste taste to it.  We all stood there blushing as
we chewed the pill.


"Ah, coach, while we have you here, I, um, and probably the
others to, um..." stammered Cindy Spanner.


"Yes, what is it?" Coach Wagner looked at her impatiently.


"Well, I think I can speak for all us based on our training so
far, I know me for sure, that um," Cindy fidgeted with her
fingers.


"You're wasting time here," the coach said.


I had no idea what Cindy was getting at or what she wanted to
say.  The four of us were looking at her.


"It's just that, um, I haven't had sex since last Tuesday, the
day before we started and I, um, need relief. Can you talk to my
daughter about it?"


I could see relief flood over Cindy's face as she finally said
it.  Hell, I was horny as hell myself most of the time.


The coach smiled at Cindy.  "That is something that you must talk
to Stacey about, besides, has your husband asked your daughter
yet?"


"Well, um, no he hasn't.  I just thought that it would be easier
us if you said something to the girls," Cindy said hopefully.


"No, I can't talk to your girls about sexual relief for you. 
That is between you and her.  If your husband is not asking your
daughter when he can have sex with you then you might want to
come up with an alternative."


"What do you mean?" asked Maggie.  That had my interest also.


"I would think ladies that if your daughter allows you some type
of sexual relief then she might want something in return.  A dog,
when properly trained, loved and cared for, will always allow its
mistress some pleasure," smiled the young coach.


"What are you saying?" asked Barb.


Oh hell, I knew what she was saying or hinting at.  Question was,
did I want to go down that path?  Did any of us want to go down
that path?  Now that I thought about, I think Mary has already
started with her daughter Megan, who is sixteen.  You know the
sweet sixteen birthday party and all that.


"What I'm saying ladies is that sexual relief is a two-way
street.  What will you do for your daughter if she allows you
sexual relief?"


We stood there staring at the coach.  Cindy and Maggie's jaws had
dropped.  I don't think that they had consider or thought about
this reciprocal idea of sexual relief.


"Besides ladies, you might want to ask Mary here about her and
Megan," Coach Wagner said as she walked away.


Four of us looked at Mary who smiled shyly.


Coach Wagner watched the mothers as they circled Mary.  She knew
from her observations in England that as the "mothers" progress
in their training they will become more doggy or pets and less
"mothers".  The deeper their immersion into the training the more
"canine" like they will become and eventually the "mother"
memories will become a source of embarrassment for the "pets" as
to what they were and what they were becoming.  She smiled
because that was one of the unintended consequences that she
didn't mention to the Board of Elders.


"Well, excellent, okay, girls practice time! Warm-up your pets!"
Coach Wagner yelled out as she stepped back from us.


The girls came over as we lined up for them.  They had smiles on
their faces.  We were still pondering what the coach had told us.



The coach announced, "Pets, pay attention, I want you to start
undressing when practice has started.  You shouldn't have to wait
for your daughters to give you direction.  Properly trained pets
should always be anticipating what her owner demands of her."


I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the
floor in front of me then undid the button on my short denim
shorts and easily slid them off my waist.  I kicked off my
slipper shoes.  I stood as straight as I could my skimpy clothes
piled in front of me.  Angie came up and stood in front of me. 
She was standing on my clothes staring at me flexing her fingers.



Maggie Hart, Cricket, was standing next to me.  She was the last
one undressed.  She had taken a little bit of time folding her
clothes and putting them on the floor next to her.  Her daughter,
nine year-old Karen, stood in front of her loosing up her
shoulders and neck.  Out of my side vision I could tell that
Maggie was taking a couple deep breaths getting ready for her
young daughter.


"Okay, girls," Coach Wagner said as the girls were facing us. 
"Let's switch it up."  We all looked at the coach.  "I want the
girls to move one over.  Karen move in front of Baby Girl and
Angie move in front of Peaches."


Zoe moved around so she was standing in front of Maggie, Cricket.
 Stacey was standing in front of Mary, Dinky Pooh and Megan was
standing in front of Barb, Foofu.  After we were all settled I
was nervous looking into the eyes of the nine year-old who was
going to play with me.


"Before we get started girls, Cricket here, was slow getting
undress.  Zoe, I want you to discipline Cricket."


I could tell Maggie was shocked at what the coach said.  Zoe
raised her eyebrows as she looked over her shoulder at Coach
Wagner.  Karen stepped back from me and looked at Zoe then the
coach.  "Can I punish her like I punish my mom?" the thirteen
year-old ask hopefully.


Coach Wagner chuckled.  "Girls, you don't have to ask me. 
Remember, you own your pets.  You can do with them what you want,
so don't ask me."


Cricket had a horror stricken look on her face as she looked at
the coach.


"Cool!" squealed Zoe as she reached up and slapped the side of
Maggie's face.  That took her by surprise.


"Wait a minute," Karen said as she turned towards her mother. 
"I'm the only one who can discipline my mother."


"Girls, the disciplining and punishment of your pets must be
shared by the team." Coach Wagner stepped forward to where
thirteen year-old Zoe and nine year-old Karen were staring at
each other, not in anger, but kind of like `don't touch my
things' look.  "If you are not available for some reason during
the competition and your pet makes a mistake, it is up to your
team members to correct your pet.  Karen, let Zoe administer
Crickets punishment."


Karen looked at her mother and back at Zoe.  Coach Wagner stepped
back from the two girls.  "The pets standing before you belong to
the team.  You're the team girls.  You must learn to share your
pets.  You must become familiar with not only your pet but the
other pets as well.  At the end of today's practice I will give
you several ideas for training your pets together this weekend."


Karen moved herself back in front of me again and Zoe turned to
Maggie, Cricket.


"Girls, please wait with the warm-ups while Zoe punishes
Cricket."


"Ah, but," Maggie tried to say.  She still didn't like the
explanation from the coach.


[SLAP] "Shut-up, Cricket!" Zoe said.  Maggie went to put her hand
to the side of her face.  [SLAP] Zoe hit the side of Maggie's
face.  Maggie didn't see it coming.  "Hands at your sides bitch!"
spat Zoe.


I was a little take a back at Zoe's behavior. The other mother's
turned their heads in Maggie's direction.  "Eyes front. Pets!"
ordered Coach.  We immediately looked forward again.


"Bend over and grab your ankles, bitch!"


I could see a shocked and embarrassed Maggie quickly bend over
and grab her ankles.


"I want you to say after each spank `I am an unworthy bitch!' do
you understand Cricket?" the thirteen year old demanded.


"Yes, I understand."  Maggie replied.  She had started to sob
before even being punished.


[SLAP], [SLAP] the hand spanking on Maggie's rear-end came quick.
 Maggie jumped a little with each slap.  "I'm on unworthy
bitch!", "I'm an unworthy bitch!"


For the next five minutes Zoe administered hand slaps to Maggie's
rear-end.  The woman sobbed with each slap.  Maggie's daughter,
Karen, who was standing in front of me was smiling with each
smack of her mother.  I was a little worried.


Finally Zoe stopped.  "You learned your lesson, pet?" the girl
asked as she knelt next to Maggie who was still bent over.


"Yes, I have learned my lesson!" sobbed Maggie.


Zoe stood up, putting her hand on the back of Maggie's head and
stepped in front of her.  Zoe's hand on the back of Maggie's head
kept the poor woman bent over.  Zoe stepped all over Maggie's
clothes then rubbed her shoes off on the clothes.


"Stand-up pet," Zoe said as she stepped back a little.  "You are
holding things up.  Let's get on with practice." Zoe looked at
the other girls and smiled.  Maggie wiped the tears from her
eyes.


Each girl attached the doggie bell to our collars.  Angie had
handed Karen my doggie bell as the other girls exchange the
bells.


Karen looked at me, took a deep breath and reached up and tweaked
my nipples.  "Bitch! You stupid bitch! I own you!" she hissed.  I
tried not to move but the youngster was pulling pretty hard on my
nipples.  "Stand still pet!" she ordered.


I did.  The nine year-old moved from my breasts to my ass.  She
stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist then
moved her hands to my ass.  It was like she was hugging me as she
squeezed my ass cheeks.


"Put your hands on her head, pet." She ordered me.  I quickly
complied.  Karen stepped back and looked at me.  "My pet, you
will do as I say." She smiled.


I didn't move or nod my head.  The youngster reached out with her
left hand and ran it over my crotch.  "Your cunt is wet, Baby
Girl.  Do I excite you?" she asked as she stepped closer to me. 
She wasn't supposed to excite me, this was practice and was
supposed to be all business.


Her index finger spread between my cunt lips and rubbed me up and
down.  I bit my lip but still stared straight ahead.  "I think
you like this, I think you like a girl like me playing with you
Baby Girl." She leaned towards me and said, slowly, "With your
cunt. With your wet cunt."


Oh, fuck yes! I thought to myself, keep rubbing me just the way
are and I'll show just how much I like you playing with me.


The nine year-old smiled at me as she used her index finger and
middle finger to rub my cunt.  God, how I so much wanted to dance
on the end of her fingers.


"Are your pets good and warmed up?" Coach Wagner asked as she
stood in front of us.


"Yes, coach." The girls replied as they stepped back from us.


"Pets, lay down on the mats on your backs and spread your legs."
The coach announced.


Our doggie bells tinkled as we laid down on the mats and spread
our legs.  "Okay, girls switch back." Angie moved in front me as
I lay down on my back.  I felt comfort with Angie squatting
between my legs.  "I want you to check your pets, check their
cunts for stubble.  Your pets must have smooth cunts."  Coach
Wagner said as she walked around behind us.


Angie squatted down between my legs and ran her hand over my
cunt. "Remember, girls, these five cunt's on display before you
are your cunt's.  They belong to you just as these pets belong to
you.  For today's practice, you will practice with your own pets.
 But this weekend, I want you all to get together and practice
with each other pets."


The girls kept rubbing up and down on our cunts.  I stared at the
ceiling biting my tongue.  Oh God, how I wanted to moan and
groan.  Fuck!


"Are your pets cunts smooth girls?" the coach asked as she
squatted down next to my head.


"Yes, coach," the girls replied.  Angie had a smile on her face
as she rubbed my cunt, her fingers firm against me.


"Good, okay, pets, on your hands and knees.  Girls, get your pets
ready with the paws and leashes." The coach stood up and walked
around to the front of us as I rolled over onto my hands and
knees.  "We have a lot of things to do this practice so let's get
started." The coach said as she clapped her hands hurrying the
girls along.


After five minutes Angie had my front hand paws on me and the
ankles attached to my thighs.  The doggie bells were tinkling as
the girls got us ready for practice.


"Girls get your moms tails from the table.   As you girls know
this tail is specially made with your mother's hair.  That means
you can wash it and dry it or she can get it wet during
practice."


Oh fuck, here we go, now the tails.  This was going to be
degrading.  The girls were smiling as they returned from the
table waving the tails back and forth.
"Stand behind your pets if you will.  Pets, keep looking forward.
 I want you to resist looking over your shoulders."


I could hear the girls shuffling into position behind me.  "As
you can see team, the end of the tail is like a shoe horn device.
 Yes, Stacey?"


"What's a shoe horn, coach?"


"A shoe horn was a device that males used a long time ago to fit
their shoes on their feet.  They would put the horn part of the
device on their heel and then slip their feet into shoe.  That is
the same idea we are going to use here.  The shoe horn part of
the tail fits into your pet's anus."


There were giggles from the girls.  "Quiet girls, you need to pay
attention."


"As you can see the horn part of the tail is five inches long. 
Slip that end into your mom's anus.  When it is snug in her anus
it won't be able to pop out."


"But what if she has to poop? I mean, won't the hair part of the
tail get in the way of her pooping?" asked Megan.


I could tell that the coach had a smile in her voice.  "No, and
the reason is that the horn of the tail is designed to work with
her ass muscles.  When she flexes her ass muscles a certain way,
the tail will move up and down and side to side, like a real
dog."


"Oh," was all Megan said.


Fuck, like a real dog? Waving my ass back and forth like a real
dog?  Oh, Lord, what have I gotten myself into?


"You mother can safely poop without her poop smearing the hair on
the tail.  Now, insert the horn part of the tail into your mom's
anus.  You don't need any jell to insert the tail as you can tell
it is smooth to the touch."


I felt Angie's hand on my left ass cheek, then the tip of the
horn at the entrance to my anus.  I take a deep breath waiting
for the horn to push into me.


Angie pushed down harder on my waist as she pushed the horn into
my anus.


"Uh, uh, ahhh!" I groaned.


"Shush, mom, no noise!" Angie said as she pushed more of the shoe
into me.


The other mothers were groaning also.  I closed my eyes and bit
my lip trying not to groan with the pain of the horn pushing into
me.  I heard a couple of slaps on ass cheeks as Karen and Zoe
admonished their moms for groaning.


"Easy, girls, don't push the horn too hard into your pet.  We
don't want to damage your mother's anuses." Coach Wagner said as
she walked back and forth.


Angie patted my left ass cheek.  "There we go Baby Girl your tail
is all snug inside you!"  I felt her weight on my ass as she
stood up.  "Very good, Angie," praised the coach.


"Thanks, coach!"


"Baby Girl, flex your ass muscles for me," Coach Wagner said as
she squatted in front of me.  She was wearing loose fitting denim
shorts, so loose in fact that I could see she wasn't wearing
panties.  I could see her cunt lips at the crotch of the denim
pants.  Damn, she had juicy looking cunt lips, a little damp,
maybe a just a hint of moisture on her lips.  It was obvious to
me that she was excited watching us.


I looked up at her and frowned.  What the hell was she talking
about? I've never flexed my ass muscles before.


The coach reached up with left hand and swung it down at me.  I
reflexively cower which caused my sphincter muscle to clamp down
on my tail causing it to drop between my thighs just like a real
dog.


Coach Wagner stood up straight.  "See that girls? See how Baby
Girl's tail went down between her thighs like a dog? That is what
I am talking about.  You need to work some exercise time into
your home practices for your pet to work her ass muscles.  Her
tail should go up and down and side to side when she flexes her
muscles and when you are in punishment mode, her tail should come
down between her thighs."


The girls encouraged their mothers to flex their muscles which
some did, their tails, like mine, swinging back and forth as I
shook my ass.


"Pets, if you flex your right ass cheek your tail will go to the
right and if you flex your left ass cheek your tail will go to
the left.  Flex one ass cheek then the other quickly and you'll
have your tail wagging back and forth.  Go ahead and try it,"
Coach Wagner instructed as she walked back and forth in front of
us.


"Come on, Baby Girl, flex one then the other," encouraged Angie.


Fuck! God damn this is stupid I thought to myself.  How fucking
humiliating.  I flexed my left ass cheek then my right and sure
enough my tail swung back and forth.


"That is so cool!" laughed Angie as she stood up and put her hand
to her mouth.  "Wow, do that again mom!"


I shrugged my shoulders and flexed my ass again.  This time I
flexed my ass muscles so the tail went up and down then side to
side.  Flexing my ass cheeks though hurt my ass muscles and  I
realised I would have to build up my ass muscles carefully.


I looked at the other mothers.  They too were flexing their asses
and their tails were swinging back and forth and up and down. 
Foofu looked like she was going to cry with humiliation as Zoe
was encouraging her.  Peaches was blushing red as her daughter
Stacey was leaning over her lightly slapping her mother's ass
cheeks.  Dinky Pooh and Cricket had grimaces on their faces as
their daughters instructed them on swinging their tails.


"Next, look at your pets and think about what kind of dog she
would be if she were a dog.  Take Baby Girl for instance, Angie,
what kind of dog would your mother be?"


"Hmm, I don't know coach," Angie said as she walked around me.


"What kind of hair does she have and think of dog breed that has
that same type of hair," instructed the coach.


Dog breed? Me a type of dog breed? Fuck, what did I consider
myself to be?  Well, I certainly don't consider myself a dog even
though I am acting like one.


"A Golden Retriever," smiled Angie as she put her hand to her
chin and looked down at me.


"Very good but I wouldn't say Golden, how about Yellow
Retriever?"


"Why yellow, coach?" asked Karen who was standing next to Angie.


"Yellow symbolizes submission and during the competition she will
be retrieving things."


"So my pet could be considered a submissive retriever?" Angie
asked as she patted the top of my head.


Submissive? Was I that submissive that I had be called `yellow'?


"That is correct. Now Karen, how about you?"


The nine year-old squatted down in front of her mom, Cricket. 
"Hmm, well she does have red hair but I'm not sure what kind of
dog that would be."


"Something like a setter or something like that," offered Zoe.


"What's a setter?" Karen asked as she patted her mother's head.


"A setter is considered a family dog and a show-dog," Coach
Wagner answered.


"You mean like an Irish Setter?" Angie asked.


Coach Wagner stepped forward.  "Yes, that would work and it goes
with her tail color.  Irish Setter is a good breed.  What do you
think Karen?"


"Well, if you guys like it, then so do I.  Irish Setter it is
then."  The nine year-old scratched her mother behind her left
ear.


"Okay, Stacey, what do you have in mind for your pet, Peaches?"
The coach smiled as she moved in front of Cindy.


"Hmm, I was thinking that since my pet has a curly tail and she
has like strawberry blonde hair, that maybe a breed called Akita
would be fitting," Stacey said as she stroked her mother's curly
tail.


I looked up at the coach who seemed to be deep in thought.  Then
she nodded her head.  ""Yes, the breed Akita would work for her,
very good Stacey.  How about you Megan?"


I looked over at Megan who was already deep in thought as she
squatted in front of her mother.  "Well, my pet has brunette hair
and I do like the Cherish Valley Water Spaniel breed.  I mean, I
always wanted a spaniel and with her tail my mom does look like a
spaniel."


Coach Wagner nodded her head.  "Good choice, and Zoe how about
Foofu?"


Zoe looked at her mom who was on her hands and knees shaking her
rear-end which caused her tail to move back and forth.  "Well,
Foofu has sandy brown hair but I'm not really sure what breed she
would be."


"Well, breeds that have sandy brown hair would qualify as
terriers but which kind of terrier?" the coach mused.


The other girls didn't say anything as they stared at Barb who
was blushing at the attention she was getting.


"Hmmm, a Border Terrier would fit her body type.  Yes, let's make
your pet a Border Terrier," Coach Wagner said as she walked over
and patted Barb on the head.  Zoe was beaming with pride.  "A
Border Terrier," she repeated.


"Good, now that that is settled, I will enter their breed type on
their personal information for the competition.  Next thing we
need to cover is barking."


The five of us turned and looked at the coach like she was crazy
and the girls giggled.  "Quiet girls, this hard enough on your
pets.  Pets? Didn't you realize that acting like a dog would
involve barking like a dog?"


Fuck me! Did I hear that right? Now we have bark for our
daughters? I look up at Angie and she's smiling down at me.


"The way the competition rules refers to barking by the
contestants is this.  One bark for yes, two barks for no and a
lot of barks to get your daughter's attention.  Growling is also
encouraged, like when your daughter is trying to take something
away from you or you don't like another person or dog."


I was looking at the other mothers then up at Angie.  Suddenly my
stomach rumbled.  Hell, where'd that come from?  Cindy and
Maggie's stomach rumbled also.


If Coach Wagner heard our stomachs she didn't say anything. 
"Okay, practice your barking pets."


I wasn't going to be the first to do it.  I look back at Angie. 
"Come on Baby Girl, bark for me!" Angie said sweetly.


[RUMBLE] went my stomach.  Angie giggled. Damn what was wrong
with my stomach?  "Come now, Baby Girl, bark, you need to
practice." Angie encouraged me.


Suddenly Barb barked more like a high pitched `arf'.


"See, if Foofu can do it, then so can you" Angie smiled down at
me.  I felt a little push in my kidneys.


Angie stared at me waiting for me to make a barking sound.  My
stomach was rumbling and my kidneys were building pressure.  I
could tell that the other mothers were in distress to.   Angie
was looking at me funny because I had a look pain on my face.


"Are you okay, mom?" Angie asked as she squatted in front of me.


I shook my head and gritted my teeth.  I looked over at the other
mothers and their daughters were looking at them with concern
also.


"Ah, coach? Something is wrong here!" Angie announced.  Zoe and
Karen agreed also.  Coach Wagner came over and looked at us.  I
had my left hand/paw pressed up against my stomach and Cindy and
Maggie were both doing the same.


"Oh, good, the poop pills are finally working!" exclaimed the
coach.


"Huh?" the girls said in unison.


"I gave your pets a poop pill as it is unhealthy to hold your
poop inside your body.  Your pets are under stress and you all
mentioned that they hadn't pooped yet."


The girls looked back down at us.  "Let's take them outside so
they can learn how to poop," Coach Wagner smiled.


Oh fuck! Outside? That fucking Great Dane might be out there, I
thought to myself.  What I should have been more worried about
was other people watching us poop like dogs outside.


The coach walked for the door that opened out into the yard. 
Angie tugged on my leash and I slowly followed her, my stomach
cramping.  I groaned as I crawled behind her.


Coach Wagner stood in the doorway holding the door open as
Cricket and Karen went outside, then Peaches and Stacey and Megan
and Dinky-Pooh, me and Angie followed by Foofu and Zoe.  With the
five of us outside, the girls looking at the coach for
directions, we groaned again.


"Pets, the way you poop is this.  Put yourself in a squatting
position with your thighs apart.  Don't worry about your tails,
with the natural curve of the tail it will keep out of the way of
your anus.  Now, go on and squat," Coach Wagner instructed.


I quickly move into the squatting position not caring who was
watching me because my stomach hurt and I could feel poop slowly
coming down my anus.  The problem was my poop was dropping and I
had no time to be embarrassed.  It was like it was stuck in my
poop chute.  I gritted my teeth pushed again.  Angie must have
seen the look on my face as she encouraged me.


"Come on, Baby Girl, you can do it, come on, poop for me!" she
urged as she was bent over at the waist looking down at me.


"That's it, girls, encourage your pets.  They haven't pooped in a
couple of days so it has to hurt as it comes out." Coach Wagner
said as she stood in the doorway.


I grunted again.  Angie patted me on the head.  I wish she
wouldn't do that as I grunt again.  Fuck! It hurt coming out but
finally I felt my poop push past my sphincter muscle.


Angie leaned over to my left a little looking behind me as my
poop worked its way out.


"Eww!" Angie exclaimed.  "It looks like a real dogs poop, it
looks solid!"


Karen giggled as her mother Maggie grunted and poop came out
landing on the ground.  "Eww!" she said.  "It looks like a
tootsie roll!"


Stacey, Zoe, and Megan laughed as thin solid poops dropped from
their mothers on the grass between their feet.


"With the doggie treats that your pets have been eating and
especially the dog food they will be eating, your pets' poops
will be round, solid and about two inches in length just like a
real dog," Coach Wagner told the girls.


Without thinking about it I kind of moved forward in my squatting
position as another long solid poop dropped from my anus.  Angie
moved with me but she was looking at the two poops.  I had my
hand-paws on my knees as I pushed again.  My stomach cramps were
lessening as I dropped a third solid poop.


Angie smiled back at me.  "Very good, mom, you're doing great!"


The fourth poop I could feel was the longest as I kind of moved
forward again.  As this poop came out of my anus, it lay straight
out on the grass.  Angie stood up and announced, "My mom is
laying out her poops just like a real dog does!" God damn, I
didn't need her to say that in front of everybody.


"The rules state that if your pet can poop like a real dog, then
we'll get extra points during the competition," smiled the coach.


The other girls were encouraging their mothers to poop.  I could
see the relief on the faces of the mothers as they continued to
drop solid round poops on the grass.


Angie patted me on the head and I smiled up at her as my fifth
poop dropped.  Fuck my stomach felt better already.  I looked
around and noticed that Barb had a little pile of poop under her,
Cindy had four poops next to each other under her, Maggie had
trail of poop like I did and Mary had a small grouping of poop
under her.  All had smiles on their faces.


"Very good pets, you must feel real good by now.  Girls, please
make sure your mothers do not hold their poop again as it is not
healthy for their body.  Also, girls, you need to scoop up your
mother's poop in public, in your own backyard you can do what you
want with her poops.  But remember, the dog walking rules for the
Valley state that owners must clean up after their dogs."


Angie and the girls nodded their heads.  My stomach felt good but
I was ashamed of pooping in such way in front of my daughter and
especially the other girls when they walked around and inspected
the other poops.  What was this about being considered a dog?


"One last thing, girls, please inspect your mother's anus, make
sure that there is no poop smear on her anus.  If there is,
please wipe her rear-end.  To eliminate poop smear on her anus,
feed her a little strong dog treat and dog food.  Her poop should
come out solid every time without the smear."


Angie bent down behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart.  "Very
good, Baby Girl, no smear," she said as she patted my ass cheek.
I put my head down ashamed of myself for pooping in public and my
daughter encouraging me.  Fuck what is happening to me?  Did I
actually agree to this?


Angie leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "I know you like
seeing my poop mother and it excites me when you watch me poop
and pee, but this excites me watching you as a dog poop and pee."
I just nodded my head agreeing with her, thankful that my stomach
wasn't hurting anymore.


"Okay, bring your pets back inside," ordered the coach.


Angie tugged on my leash and I followed her.  After we were
inside the room again the coach walked in front of us.  "Remember
girls, anything that comes out of your mother, which includes her
poop and pee belongs to you.  When she poops or pees she is
giving her bodily waste to you.  Anything else she expels from
her body belongs to you."


Karen raised her hand.  "What do you mean by expels from her
body?"


Without hesitation the coach replied, "Any orgasms she may have
belong to you." The girls giggled and we blushed.  "When you
demand that your pet do something for you, then it is her gift to
you whatever she expels from her body, whether that is her poop,
pee or otherwise, understand?"


It's the word `orgasm' that bothered me.  An adult woman's orgasm
is her own.  It doesn't belong to a young girl or anybody else
for that matter, even her husband.


The girls were smiling as they nodded their heads.  I wasn't so
sure that I understood where the coach was going with this.  From
the look on the other mothers they weren't so sure either.


"Barking practice, let's get started!" Coach Wagner said as she
clapped her hands.


Angie put her hands on her hips and stared down at me.  She was
still holding my leash and I was in the sitting position looking
up at her.  "Line up your pets in a row girls."


I crawled on my hands and knees next to Foofu as Peaches, Dinky
Pooh and Cricket to their places on the other side of Foofu.


Coach Wagner put her hands on her hips and said to herself, might
as well hit them with it now.  "Pets, look at your daughters,
your mistresses."


Did I just hear her right? Mistresses? What the fuck? The girls
looked at the coach with questioning looks.


"Yes, pets, you heard me right.  The definition of a mistress is
this.  A mistress is girl under the age of seventeen who is in a
position of authority, control, or ownership of another and has
continuing sexual relations with an adult woman who is either
married or single.  From now on during practices and when you at
home or out in public you will refer to daughters as mistresses.
For example pets, Mistress Angie, Mistress Karen, Mistress
Stacey, Mistress Zoe, and Mistress Megan.  Just like a dog has a
master you will have mistresses.  Likewise, girls, you will
reinforce the concept that you're the mistress and your mother is
the dog.  Your dog must obey you in every aspect of her life
until the competition is over.  You have the authority, control
and ownership of your dog here," Coach Wagner pointed down at us.



The girls were smiling and we groaned.  "I don't want to hear
groans, pets.  Your training will be getting more difficult and
referring to your daughters as your mistresses only supports the
training.  Now pay attention: barking.  Dogs, you will bark for
your mistresses.  You will bark once for yes and two for no. 
Barking more than two times will signal to your mistress that you
are trying to get her attention, you want something from her. 
Girls, pay attention to your dog.  She must learn not to talk
when spoken to during practices here and at home.  During the
competition the judges will probably looking to see if your dogs
talk when asked a question."  We watched the coach as she walked
back and forth in front of us.  "Just as a real dog has a
different sounding bark, mistresses, you must encourage your dog
to bark so that you can distinguish her bark from the others. 
Let's give it try."


Angie looked down at me.  "Okay, Baby Girl, bark once."  I gulped
as I looked up at her.  "Be a good doggie for your mistress and
bark once."


Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Okay so stupid me I'm thinking as I look up at
my daughter, I mean mistress, who is smiling down at me.  Why
didn't I think that barking would be involved in this
competition? Probably because I didn't want to believe it.


Foofu and Peaches both barked, more like an "Arf!"  The girls
giggled.  "No laughing, mistresses.  This is a serious matter. 
Your dog has to learn to bark and laughing at her does not help,"
admonished the coach.


Angie and the other girls straightened and wiped the smiles off
their faces.  Angie returned her attention to me.  "Now, bark,
Baby Girl, I won't ask you again!" she ordered me as she put her
hands on her hips.


"Arf?"


Fuck, did I just do that with a question at the end of my bark?
Angie bit her lip as she stared at me.  I know she wanted to
laugh.  I could feel my face blush as I said more strongly,
"Arf!"


"Very good, Baby Girl!" gushed Angie as she patted me on the
head.  I almost wagged my tail but was too embarrassed to do it
in front of the other mothers.


"Arf, arf, arf," I said again and Angie smiled wide, a big grin.
"That's a good girl!' she said.


The other mothers were barking and their daughters were smiling
and encouraging them.  The coach looked pleased as she stood in
front of us.  She pointed out to Foofu to give a more guttural
bark from her throat, not so much from her stomach.  With me she
wanted a more high pitched bark.  As we were barking for our
mistresses Coach Wagner said, "Now I want your dogs to wag their
tails and bark at the same time.  Mistresses your dogs should
have happy barks, their tails should be wagging.  The only time
their tail should not be wagging back and forth is when she has
done something wrong.  At that point her tail should be between
her legs."


I was flexing my ass cheeks wagging my tail back and forth as I
barked.  Angie moved to the right side and ran her hand down my
back as I barked and wagged my tail.  She then patted my left
side pretty hard like you would do to a real dog when you were
pleased with it.


"Dogs I want you to continue barking and wagging your tails. 
Mistresses, move around behind your dog and look at her cunt and
anus."  Angie moved behind me.  "Dogs don't pay attention to what
your mistresses will do.  Your job is to keep barking and wagging
your tail.  I know your ass muscles are getting a little tired
about now, but keep it up."


Coach Wagner walked behind us.  "Mistresses, take a close look at
your dog's cunt.  Is it moist or wet?"


I felt Angie's middle finger stab into my cunt.  Oh fuck! She
didn't push it in very far but I could sure feel it!


Angie yelled out, "My dogs cunt is wet, coach!"


"Dinky Pooh's cunt is moist, coach!"


"So is Peaches."


"And Foofu also!" yelled out Zoe.


"What about Cricket?" asked the coach.


"I have two fingers in her cunt and she is sopping wet, coach!"
giggled the nine year-old.


"Very good, my young mistresses.  I wanted to make sure that your
adult female dog gets excited by barking and wagging her tail."


I didn't realize it, nor do I think the girls or the coach
realized it, but we had a small audience, standing in the doorway
to our room watching us.  Most of the small crowd were the six
and seven year-olds who were in the hanging competition.  Even if
Coach Wagner did know that the girls and some of their mothers
were watching, I doubt she would shoed them away.


Coach Wagner clasped her hands.  "Okay, now for the rest of
practice today we will cover basic dog commands that your mothers
will need to know during the competition.  For this part of our
practice I say your mothers and not dogs, which she is, but for
this session I will refer to them as your mothers."


The girls looked at the coach and nodded their heads.  Hell, I
can't keep up with this, pets, dogs, or mothers.  I wish she
would just pick a name and stick with it.  Angie didn't seem like
she had a problem with it though.


"If you're not using a leash with your mother during your
practices at home, please start. She should learn to wear a leash
and start learning basic dog commands such as 'sit', 'come',
'down' as well as 'leave it' and 'drop it'.  Your mother, when
she is on her hands and knees, must feel the leash on her back
between her shoulder blades.  She should know that it is you, her
mistress, who has control of her actions.  Girls, it is you who
dictates to her what her behavior should be by using the leash."
Coach Wagner walked over to Angie and picked up my leash.  "There
should be a nice curve in the leash as your holding it.  There
should be about three inches of leash in a nice curve between her
shoulder like this."  Coach Wagner demonstrated for the girls.  I
could feel a little bit of leather between my shoulder blades. 
"When you are walking your mother she must feel the leash between
her shoulders.  This will remind her of her status as a dog, that
within your family she no rights and that her opinion does not
matter and that you are superior to her."


I looked over at the coach, hell we all did.  How could she say
something so mean like that?  I'm a human and a female, not a
dog.  Well, sort of a dog for now, fuck, you know what I mean
right?


"Okay mistresses, go ahead and try it with your mothers."


The coach handed my leash back to Angie who practiced several
times making sure about three inches of leather leash was on my
back.


Coach Wagner continued, "Now some of you have already started
working with your moms at home, but here, you will learn the
proper way to train her."


I looked up at the coach as she explained that.  What the fuck? I
was already doing that with Angie.


"Positive reinforcement works best. Every time your mother does
something right, give her a treat and lots of praise, like happy
talk, the same happy talk you might say to a child.  You'll be
surprised at how eagerly your mother will want to please you.  I
know that you have bought the doggie treats with you today, so
you might want to get a handful of treats now."


Coach Wager waited as the girls rummaged through their bags for
the doggie treats.


"If your mother makes a mistake, punish her right away.  We don't
want your mothers getting lazy or slacking during practices here
or at home because it will show-up during competition.  So don't
ignore her mistake.   Punish her and then repeat the command in a
manner that ensures she will comply.  Make sure that you give her
a stern talking too like you would a child."


Oh fuck, I thought, I hate being fucking punished.  I didn't want
to get beaten again with the rolled up newspaper or even that
damn riding crop.  Angie was standing next my left shoulder
looking down at me.  I know she had the newspaper in her bag
because I put the thing there.


"I still have a hard time talking mean to my mom," Karen said as
she picked up her mother's leash again.


"Hmm, think of it this way, Mistress Karen.  You are the adult
now and your mother is the dog.  She has willingly put herself in
this position for your future.  She has willingly handed her
adult parenting roll to you so that you may be better than her. 
Look at it this way, you own your mother and all she does.  As a
mistress it is up to you teach your mother to be the best dog
that she can."


Karen smiled and the coach nodded her head.  "Make no mistake
mistresses you cannot be soft on your mothers.  Her obedience to
you must be absolute if we are to win the competition."


All the girls nodded their heads in agreement.


"Training at home should be as long as you think but it should be
upbeat.  Don't give your mother a chance to become bored. 
Research by the eminent female psychologists, Dr Megan Stone and
Dr Julie Swan has shown that adult women have short attention
spans.  I want you to take breaks often to play a game or just
run around in your backyard together.  I also want to emphasize
that you should workout as a team as often as you can."


I kind of looked to my right side at Cindy and Mary, Peaches and
Dinky Pooh.  Both had looks on their faces like they didn't want
to be doing this, their daughters holding their leashes.  I think
we were having second thoughts about this competition thing.


"Perhaps the easiest things you can teach your mother is sit.  If
she is being stubborn, you can teach her to sit by using the
rolled up newspaper.  Stand in front of your mother holding the
newspaper in one hand.  Starting directly above her nose, slowly
raise the newspaper upward and slightly out like you are going to
swat her.  As she lifts her head to follow the newspaper, her
rear end should drop to the ground.  Make sure she keeps her
front paws on the ground between her thighs.  Once she is sitting
praise her. Her back should be straight and her paws like I said
should be on the ground between her thighs.  She should associate
the action of possibly being swatted with the newspaper with the
command to sit and her compliance to your command will be
complete.  Did you bring your newspapers?"


"Yes, coach!" the girls replied.


"Please get them and practice a couple of times with your
mothers.  Mothers, I know that it will be easy to sit on command
from your mistress, but during the competition you must be
patient and allow your mistress to use the rolled up newspaper
when she orders you to sit."


Angie came back and stood in front of me.  I was in the stay
position, on all fours with my back straight.  She put the
newspaper above my nose and said, "Sit!" she moved the newspaper
out and upward from my face but my eyes followed the newspaper. 
I sat down on my rear-end at the same time.


"Very good, Baby Girl," Angie said as she patted me on the head
and said "sit!" several more times.


"Okay, next, teaching your mother to come when called can be fun
for you and her. Here's my way of training your mother to come
reliably.  Start with your mother on a leash, or in a very small
room or fenced area where she can't go far, like your backyard.
Say "Cricket, Come!" in a happy, playful voice. Say it only once!
 She should come to wherever you are.  She must stop whatever she
is doing and come find you.  As she scampers up to you on all
fours reward her, use a praise word and play with her cunt and
titties.  Most adult women like to be played with and your
mothers are no exception. Check to see if her cunt is wet; that
is always a sign that your pet is happy. Then let her go back to
what she was doing.  Repeat the process two or three times; then
quit for this session. Do this several times a day if possible."


Angie raised her hand.  "Coach, Baby Girl and I are already doing
that.  She comes and finds me just like a real dog!"


I cringed when Angie said that.  The other mothers looked over at
me.  Fuck, what could I say?


"Wherever you are should be the safest, most fun place your
mother knows.  If you call your mother to you, always reward her
for coming with at least a praise word and sometimes with
petting, playing with her titties or running your hand or fingers
over her cunt.  If your mother has done something wrong, never
call her to you to lock her up in a room or doggie cage if you
have one, go get her instead."


The girls nodded their heads as they watched the coach.


"Remember the basic training rules as they apply to come.  Always
use the same word, like "Come," "Come here, Cricket," or "Here
girl," or "Get over here, Baby Girl," or if you get upset at your
mother use "Get your ass over here ..." Never call more than
once, you'll be teaching your mother to ignore you.  If she
doesn't come the first time, go get her, put the leash on her,
then call her, and pull her with the leash.  Then praise and
reward her for coming!"


"If you can't trust her to come when you call, then put her on a
leash or a long line so that you can get her back from wherever
she is.  And never, ever let your mother off leash in an unfenced
area if she hasn't earned the right by coming reliably.  Coming
reliably means coming immediately on the first command every
single time she's called, even when she'd rather investigate the
crotch of a young girl or something else of interest."


What the fuck? Why'd she say that about young girls?


"The down command is a very useful command. It can be used to
control a rambunctious mother, and to give her something positive
to do in place of leaping on you or otherwise being a pest when
you walk in the door at the end of the day.  The down command
gives you control over your mother on walks, at the vet, and at
home."


Fuck did I just hear that right? The vet? What the fuck?


"Yes, mistresses, you heard me right, the vet.  I have made a vet
appointment for your mothers next Wednesday.  The Young
Veterinarian Society has eagerly agreed to give your mother's
physicals.  Also, to add realism to the competition your mother
will be registered in the animal control database with her vital
signs, body measurements and the type of dog she is.  This
information will also be used to introduce your mother at the
competition."


"Cool!" the girls said at the same time.


"There are many ways to teach your mother to lie down.  I prefer
to teach the command from a standing rather than sitting position
for two reasons.  The two reasons I teach down from a standing
position aren't so dramatic. One is that teaching it from a
sitting position requires two commands sit and then down.  Not a
big deal, but I'd rather just give one command most of the time.
The other reason is that if you decide to train your mother for
obedience competitions after our puppy girl competition, you'll
have to teach her a "moving down" in which she lies down from a
trot.  If she sits first and then lies down, she'll creep forward
a little.  If she just drops into a down position, she won't
creep forward.  If you're thinking of competing eventually,
you'll find it's easier to teach down without the sit right from
the start.  So to teach your mother down, snap your fingers and
say "down!" in firm voice.  Your mother should immediately drop
to the floor on her stomach and tits.  Her arms should be out in
front of her and her knees should be tucked under her body."


"The next command is "Stay".  It tells your mother not to move
from whatever position she's in, whether she's on all fours at
the vet's examining table, sitting on the back seat of the car,
or in the family room.  In the stay position her back must be
straight and she must be absolutely still.  It's the easiest
position for your mother to hold, so if she learns to stay in the
down, stays in other positions will be easier. Always remember
that you are the mistress and she is the dog.  You have to
verbally release her from any position she maybe in when you're
finished.  Don't let your mother decide for herself that she's
done."


"You can have your mother practice down stays and sit stays while
you're doing other things like watching TV or your homework. 
Just don't forget that you told her to do something and let her
wander off two minutes later! If you want her to be reliable
about following your commands, you need to be reliable and
consistent about giving them, enforcing them, and releasing her
from them.  You are the mistress and your control, she doesn't
control anything. You have to keep reinforcing what your mother
has learned to ensure she retains the training she is learning."


"Now, let's practice the commands," Coach Wagner said clapping
her hands.


For the next thirty minutes I stayed, I sat, I went down and I
came.  I followed Angie around the room as she worked walking me
on the leash.  It felt strange to feel the leather leash between
my shoulders knowing that my daughter was directing me.  She
patted my side like a person would as they stood next to their
dog.


Megan walked her mother Dinky Pooh over to the coach.  "Coach is
there any other treat besides the doggie treat that we can give
our mothers? I mean it's kind a cool feeding her treats and all
but isn't there something else we can give them?"


We all stopped and looked at the coach.  She seemed to be
pondering the answer.


"There is one treat that you can give your mother and that is
when you're practicing at home wear a short dress or short skirt
with no panties.  When your dog performs on command or completes
something to your satisfaction then let her sniff your pussy."


"Pussy? We like the word cunt, coach," Angie said as she tugged
on my leash.  I didn't like the word "cunt", I much prefer the
word "crotch" but then my opinion doesn't matter does it?


"Your mother's have cunts, Mistress Angie, you have pussies.  I
would think that any adult woman would do anything for a sniff of
young pussy."


I didn't like that at all, sniff my daughter's pussy? Stare at it
yes, but sniff it...?


"What if she won't sniff me coach?" asked Karen.


"You're the mistress, she's the dog, make her sniff you.  Punish
her if you have to."


The girls looked down at us and nodded their heads.  "Okay, we
are almost finished with practice but there is one thing that we
need to do before you go."



We all looked at the coach wondering what she wanted us to do
now.  "Okay, have your dogs lay down on the mats again and have
her knees pulled back to her tits with her arms at her sides."


I quickly complied, pulling my knees back with my arms at my
sides.  Angie squatted down between my legs.  She could tell that
I was very wet and sweaty between my legs from the training we
just did.  Coach Wagner came and stood over me for some reason. 
Her feet were to either side of my head so I had a straight up
look at her crotch, er, cunt.  The coach tried to look nonchalant
about standing over my head so I'm not sure the girls thought
there was some sexual intent on the coach's part or if the girls
even noticed her standing over me.


"I know that school is starting on Monday and that your mothers
will be at home by themselves for the day.  So, it is very
important that your mothers do not sexually relieve themselves
while you are at school."  The girls giggled and nodded their
heads.  "As you remember, I want your mothers at a heightened
sexual state during our practices here and at home.  It is up to
you young mistresses to grant relief to your mothers but it is
not her decision to do so."


I was still looking up at the coach's cunt which was very moist
and there was a sheen of wetness on her lips.  I wonder what she
would taste like? I wonder what she eats on a daily basis because
I heard that your bodily fluids taste like what you eat. I
couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was looking at my cunt.
After all, I was lying there, with my knees against my tits,
exposing myself to everyone. I felt more moisture leaking from my
stretched lips.


"In order to prevent your mothers from relieving themselves while
you are gone I have here a small clear plastic sub-sonic clitoris
clamp."


Huh? Did I hear her right? A clitoris clamp?  I looked at Angie
who had a questioning look on her face.


"Mistresses, I want to your take your index finger and thumb and
move back the piece of skin that covers your mother's clitoris."


"What do you mean coach?" asked Karen as she put her hand on her
mother's cunt.


"I want you to expose your mother's clit and mothers I don't want
to hear a peep from you."


Angie took her left index finger and thumb and took hold of my
clit.  Very carefully she moved the piece of skin back.  I took
several deep breaths trying to maintain my poise as she squeezed
it. Coach Wagner, still standing over my head, squatted down to
check what Angie was doing. I could see her cunt ooze, could feel
her cunt heat on my face, I could smell her.


"That's very good, Angie," she said.


"Make sure you have good hold of her clit now," Coach Wagner said
as she stepped away from me and walked over to Stacey.  "With
your free hand squeeze the green end of this plastic clamp.  You
will notice that the end of it opens up.  It is this end that you
will clamp onto her clit." The coach handed out the plastic clamp
to Stacey.  She went down the line handing each girl a clamp.


"Damn it!" Zoe said in frustration.  "The clamp fell off."


"Take your time," Coach Wagner said as she walked over and stood
next to Zoe.  "These clamps can can get wet but more importantly,
if the clamp comes off for any reason, it can't be reattached to
her clit.  These clamps, when properly secured on her clit, just
don't fall off."


"Got mine on Peaches," announced Stacey.


Karen, Megan announced that they had successfully clamped their
mother's clit.


I felt the plastic device clamp down on my clit.  Angie smiled
and patted my cunt.  "There you go Baby Girl, no cheating now!"
she said as she sat back on her heels.



"Will you give us extras of these clamps, coach?" asked Karen.


"Yes, over there on the table there's enough for you have two
clamps each."


"There, got it!" Zoe smiled.


"Excellent, now you'll notice that the end of the clear plastic
clamp is green.  That means that your mother has been good.  If
it is black then your mother has been bad.  It also means that
she has relieved herself without your permission.  That is a very
bad situation and must be corrected immediately.  A severe
punishment is in order if your mother's clit clamp is black.  The
clamp will not turn black on its own so any excuse from your
mother that it "just turned black" is a lie."


Angie raised her hand.  "What kind of severe punishment?"


"For the severe punishment, I will be involved in it.  I am
certified at using the bull whip so that her skin will not be
broken and also the bamboo cane.  I have see women caned for
hours on end as the cane used to hit different parts of her body.
 It is not something that she'll wish to go through.  My type of
punishment is very exacting and very painful."  The coach looked
at us on the floor.  "I kid you not mothers, I will beat you
within an inch of your life and not even break your skin or
damage your body."


The girls were impressed and we had worried looks on our faces. 
I sure as hell hoped that the clit clamp didn't turn black all on
its own.


"One other thing that the clit clamp is good for is that your
mother can go back to sleeping with your dad.  Your dad must be
made aware of the clit clamp and the consequences of having
sexual relations with her without your permission.  Any
questions? Good, it was a good practice today.  On Monday please
bring your uniforms for team pictures and on Wednesday is the
visit to the vet."


"What about this weekend, coach?" asked Megan as she stood up.


"I want the team to practice together tomorrow and Sunday. 
Mistresses, you pick the time and place and practice for at least
one hour.  Also, I want you to pass your mothers around between
each other, in other words, I want you to swap your mothers
during team practices this weekend.  Each teammate must become
familiar with the other mothers, such as her barks, and leash
time which includes leading each mother around like dogs."


"Is there anything special we should do coach?" asked Stacey.


"Each one of you should become familiar with the other mothers,
such as leash training, warm-ups, and the commands you learned
today.  Should punishment be needed the mistress who is working
with that mother should be the one disciplining her.  That means
that you should each be comfortable with the others disciplining
your mother.  Any other questions?"


As I was laying on the floor with my knees pulled back to my
chest I could feel a slight vibration against my clit.  It was
just enough of vibration that it could keep me on edge but if I
had to wear this damn device for any length of time that I would
be hard pressed not to masturbate myself.



The girls shook their heads.  "Alright have a good weekend and
see Monday after school."


I rolled over and onto my hands and knees.  Angie unclipped my
ankles from the thighs.  I stretched my legs out which felt very
good to get the blood circulating.  Then she took off my paws and
removed the leash.  I stood up and shook my arms and legs a
little.  It felt good to stand up.


As the girls were putting our stuff away me and the others kind
of wandered over to Mary as we put our clothes back on.


"So, tell us, are you fucking Megan?" asked Barb hopefully.


"What?"


Barb said in lower voice.  "Are you fucking Megan or not?"


Cindy,  Maggie and I leaned in for the answer.


"No!" was all Mary said.


"Well, the coach made it sound like..." protested Maggie.


Mary interrupted her.  "Forget the coach, Megan and I aren't
fucking.  Yes, I did take her virginity three months ago on her
birthday but we haven't done anything since.  Plus, we weren't
fucking each other before her sixteenth birthday.  She just never
was into the sex scene like a lot of girls her age."


Mary seemed upset after she told us that.  The smiles and hopes
that Cindy, Maggie, Barb and I had faded.  Fuck I thought.  It
would have been so much easier to approach our daughters if Mary
had been fucking Megan.  It would have been like giving
permission, knowing somebody else had done it. But now, well who
knows.


We all looked over at our daughters who were standing in a circle
laughing and talking.  I adjusted my shirt, my nipples poking
through.


Angie yelled out.  "Come along pet, let's go home!"


Mary, Maggie, Cindy, and Barb smiled at each other.  "At least
I'm not the only one being called a pet," giggled Cindy.


As Angie and I walked down the hallway we heard.  "Okay, girls
again."  When we got to the doorway we noticed the little girls
had removed the hanging stools from under their mothers.  The
women had execution hoods over their heads, their wrists were
cuffed as well as their ankles as they dangled at the end of the
rope.  The little girls were holding leather straps as they stood
behind their mothers.


"Now, beat them again with the straps.  I want you to hit them on
their stomachs and breasts this time," the coach announced as she
walked back and forth in front of the hanging women.  As the
other girls were hitting their mothers, the sounds of leather
smacking flesh, the coach walked over a girl who had a hesitant
look on her face.


"Go on Judy, it's okay, hit your mother," urged the coach.


"I don't want to hurt my mommy."  The girl looked like she might
start crying.


The coach took the leather strap from the youngster.  "Think of
your mother as a piece of meat that needs to be tenderized," the
coach said to the girl as she strapped the mother across her
breasts.  To me that looked like it would hurt, a lot, but the
woman didn't seem to flinch her hanging body.


The coach put her hand on the woman's stomach and pushed her back
so that the woman swung forwards and backwards.  Then she
strapped the swinging woman on the stomach and the breasts.  "You
must show no mercy with your mother as she is swinging on the
rope.  You will be judged on your ability to strap her.  You must
have no hesitation in delivering blows to her body."


"Come, pet, let's go, we can watch this next week," Angie said
tugging at my elbow.  I didn't want to leave the sight before me
but what could I do.


As we drove home Angie asked me, "So pet, did you like today's
practice?"


I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.  "Um, honey, do
you have to keep calling pet? I mean, we're not practice now."


"Mistress," was all Angie replied.


"What?"


"Refer to me as mistress or Mistress Angie," Angie said smugly.


"Ah, okay, but what about when we get home and your father is
there, do I still call you Mistress Angie?" I squirmed a little
bit as the clit clamp was sending little vibrations through my
clit as I drove the car down the road.


"Don't be so stupid, pet."


"Please don't call me that," I almost whined.


"What, stupid or pet?"


"Either," I replied as we turned onto our street.


"Mom, look, as Coach Wagner says, `adult women should be seen and
not heard' which means that when dad is home, I don't want to
hear you talk which means when I tell you to do something you do
it with no talking.  Second, you seem to have a short memory
span. You're my pet and you'll be my pet until the competition is
over.  During practices I will refer to you as my dog because you
are my dog and between now and the competition you'll be my loyal
dog." Angie paused for a moment then asked.  "Will you be my
loyal dog?"


Angie's question was almost a challenge.  I licked my lips and
stared straight ahead.  I was driving slower down our street
contemplating an answer.  I turned into our driveway and stopped
the car.


"Well? Will you be my loyal dog for this competition?"


"Yes," I choked.  Fuck that was hard.


"Yes, what?" challenged my twelve year-old daughter.


"Yes, I will be your loyal dog for this competition," I
stammered.


"Good, any other questions pet?" Angie asked as she undid her
seatbelt.


I shook my head, defeated.  "No Mistress Angie."


When we got in, Angie went upstairs to her room for two hours or
so, probably on the internet.  That damn clit clamp was making me
a little edgy.  The little vibrations of the clamp worked at the
edge of mind, just enough a vibration to let me know that I was
tagged woman.  I had dinner on the table when Bill walked in the
door.  I excused myself as Angie and Bill sat down to eat.  When
Bill asked where I was going I replied that I had already eaten
while I making dinner.  That seemed to satisfy him which made
Angie smile.


After dinner I was in Angie's bedroom on my hands and knees in my
full pet outfit with the plastic mouth pieces in my mouth.  My
slobber was dripping onto to washcloth that Angie placed under
me.  I was in the stay position with my back straight.  Every now
and then she would gently rub my back and neck and other times
she would lightly run her fingers tips down the middle of my back
making goose bumps along the way.  She kept laughing, giggling
and typing on her laptop.  After being in the stay position for
what seemed like forever she commanded me to sit.  That was a
relief on my back.  She took the mouth pieces out and had me work
on my ass muscles, flexing my ass cheeks to move my tail back and
forth.


For barking practice she closed her bedroom door.  "Are you my
dog?" she asked as she worked at her laptop.


Fuck! Why did she have to ask me a question like that?  "Arf."


"Bark with more feeling, dog.  Are you my pet?"


"Arf!"


"Are you gonna be a bad doggie?"


"Arf, arf!" I wagged my tail to show my enthusiasm.


"I know you'll be a very good doggie for me!"


"Arf!"


"Doctor Swan's website says that 75 percent of middle age women,
like you Baby Girl, lack direction in their lives, did you know
that?" my twelve year-old daughter asked me.


"Arf, arf!" Fuck, was I having a conversation with my daughter by
barking for her?


"Of course you don't doggie, you're too busy being a pet for me,"
she giggled.  "Did you know that Doctor Swan sells sex with her
anus on her website?"


"Arf, arf!" Yep, I sure am having a conversation with her.


"It says here that for thirty dollars a girl can have fifteen
minutes with her anus with meetings available anywhere in the
Valley."  Angie paused.  "I wonder what it would be like to have
sex with an adult woman?" Angie asked as she leaned over and
lifted my chin so that I was looking at her.  "If I had sex with
an adult woman I would want it to be with somebody special, don't
you think so, pet?"


My eyes had that pleading look as I stared back at her.  "Arf!" I
replied as I shook my tail.  Oh God, how I wanted to be that
special woman.


"I wonder what it would be like to ass fuck an adult woman?"
Angie giggled as she turned back to her laptop.


The question in my mind was did I want to be ass fucked by a
young girl or even ass fucked by my young daughter.  Could I do
it? Could I let my young daughter do me from behind?


"Times up my little doggie.  Do you need to go pottie?"


With the clit clamp attached, her question made my cunt jump. 
That's what I used to ask her when she was three or four
years-old.


"Arf!"


Angie nodded as she took off my doggie stuff.  "Get your bathrobe
and go out back.  I'll watch for dad and make sure he doesn't
walk into the kitchen."


There I was standing outside in my backyard as Angie watched me
from the kitchen window.  I squatted down and spread my legs.  I
pushed hard as I had to poop again.  My stomach hurt a little but
two good size long poops dropped into the grass then my pee let
loose.  There I was pooping and peeing in my backyard.   After a
couple of minutes I stood up and wrapped the bathrobe around me
again.


As I walked into the kitchen Angie stopped me at the door.


"Bend over, Baby Girl, I need to check that you are clean.
Remember, Coach Wagner said I should check for any smears after
you poop."


Oh fuck! I had hoped she wouldn't remember. I wanted to tell her
"No!" but knew what would happen. Slowly I bent over.


I felt Angie lifting my bathrobe and holding it to the side.


"Open your legs and pull your ass cheeks apart, mother, so I can
inspect you properly."


Why do I put up with this humiliation? How could my twelve year
old daughter do this to me? Reluctantly I did as she asked and
opened myself up to her.


There was a pause as she looked at me.


"Very good, Baby Girl, lovely and clean," she said, as if she was
speaking to a child.


Angie patted me gently on my ass, let my robe fall back over me,
and then announced that it was bedtime.  I looked at her with a
questioning look.  "What is it, pet?"


"Um, where do I sleep tonight?" I asked as I leaned back on the
kitchen counter the clit clamp working my stiff clit with small
vibrations.


"Oh, yes, the clit clamp," Angie smiled.  "Well, that's up to you
pet.  You can be in my bed with your wrists tied behind you and
snuggled up with me or lying next to dad."  Angie stood there
watching me for a reaction.


Fuck! What did I want? When I thought about it the choice was
easy.  I wanted to be a loyal dog for her and loyal dogs slept
close to their mistresses, at least until the competition was
over.


"I will sleep with you," I barely replied as I blushed.


"Yes!" Angie replied smiling.  "And what does that make you,
pet?"


It could only make me one thing.  "A loyal dog for my mistress,"
I stammered.


My twelve year-old walked over to me smiling.  "I'm very happy
you said that, mother.  Now go to my room and stand in the corner
facing the wall.  Wait for me."


I scurried off upstairs.  Later that night as I lay on my back
with my wrists tied behind me, Angie rolled over to me, her left
cheek resting on my forearm.  Her right hand came over and idly
played with my breasts, no my titties.  Then she moved her hand
down my stomach tracing small circles around my belly button,
that made me shiver, my cunt spasm.  Slowly she moved her hand
past my waist to my cunt.  Her index finger slowly worked into my
cunt.  The palm of her hand was bumping against my clit clamp as
she worked her finger back and forth.  I slowly started gyrating
my hips to her finger pumping.  Oh fuck how I wanted to cum!


"I love you mother! You're my plaything, my doggie and my pet all
in one," she whispered.  I dared not respond.  I didn't want to
get punished for speaking.  She took her index finger and flicked
my clit clamp several times.  It almost made me jump up from the
bed.  The low sonic vibration of the clamp had my clit stiff
since the end of practice and here was Angie flicking it back and
forth.  She just had to know how hard it was on me that I
couldn't cum.


Just as suddenly Angie rolled back over to her side of the bed
and went back to sleep.


Fuck! When can I ever get some relief? I close my eyes holding
back tears.  Should I just talk to my daughter about cumming or
endure teasing?


End of Chapter 4