Chapter 34

WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 4th, 2047 – WORKSHOP

My daughter and I had largely moved on from the Pauzer incident. We never told anyone else in the family about it. It was something that Julie and I simply didn’t discuss now that it was over.

I didn’t like that the bullies got away with their actions, and my daughter got in trouble for fighting. However, I could understand and accept the school’s position on the matter. I tried to just forget about it. It was outside of my control.

I found a time to privately ask Dewey if those boys gave him any trouble to let me know, and he assured me he would. It was in the past and outside of our minds. I worked it into the conversation and didn’t let on that anything had happened between his sister and the Pauzer brothers.

In our NIS Workshops, we had recently been learning a variety of techniques and positions, including how to sit on bigger objects and stretch our pussies, and the Trainers progressed to using wooden paddles, light whips, and slender wooden canes on us. The stretching was done to make us more pliant and prepared for childbirth.

I have to admit that I might have freaked out about it when I first joined the Program, but now I found being stretched kind of enjoyable. I think the other Breeders did as well. We groaned in agony at times, but we ended up smiling, and the smell of our wet pussies was unmistakable.

Those objects were kept in the Workshop and not intended to be taken home for practice.

We were also practicing “Dildo Racing”. The NIS Coordinator placed a series of dildos upright in a straight row on the ground. The idea was that you have to walk over the dildo, sit down on it and touch the ground with your ass. Then, without using your hands, get off of it and drop down on the next one until you complete the circuit.

For every dildo that falls over, you lose 5 seconds of your time. The girl who can do it the fastest wins.

Variations included dildos of different lengths and even occasional small plugs we had to sit down on with our asses. We had to squat on the floor and fuck ourselves, until it was our turn to be timed by Ms. Collins riding a wooden bench with a variety of rubber dildos – many of which were bigger than our Randy dildo.

The reasoning was that when we get bred, we’ll be taking all sizes of cocks. I was so turned on by the end, but I just wanted the real thing inside me. I had never been this horny in my life. I assumed this was what teenage boys feel like all of the time.

You prepare by masturbating yourself sloppy until you are extremely wet. Then you have to run a gauntlet of about 12 dildos and/or butt plugs to finish a single course. Only the Breeders had to perform the runs, but Misty and Astrid occasionally tried it. I am not sure if it was for pleasure or just to see if they could manage it.

In any case, it was strangely exciting! I could take all the dildos to the floor. It was amazing that I was being taught to fuck myself at record speed!

The fastest in the room was, surprisingly, Thelma. She could sit on a dildo and slide down all the way to the ground without any resistance. The young black teenager would hop off of it and slide to the next one like a rabbit.

I had a lot of work to do if I wanted to beat either of them in the competitions to come.

The second fastest was, unsurprisingly, CR. She was committed and motivated to run the course and win. She didn’t spend more time down on the floor than she had to before moving on to the next one. She was ruthless about punishing her pussy and just ramming it down on the dildo to get to the floor and jump to the next one. I was envious because I just couldn’t slide off the dildo that fast and get down on the next one.

The rest of us were just being introduced to the course, so we were relatively even on the time it took us to complete the gauntlet of dildos. Despite Ingrid’s youth, she had a very tight pussy and a tendency to laugh and giggle when she finally managed to sit down. She also took her time on the anal plug.

Crabby was just lazy. She had no problem taking the dildos and butt plugs all the way to the ground but had very little interest in getting off of them.

Darla also intentionally took her time and double fucked most of the dildos to enjoy the ride.

Their Trainers spanked them, but they continued to be slow.

I simply did my best. I wasn’t fast, but I wasn’t trying to go slow. I knew I wouldn’t win, but I tried my hardest.

It was a surprisingly fun game.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4th, 2047 – AFTER SCHOOL

Julie had signed us up again to work the reasonable request booth. We’d be growing in notoriety and popularity. French kissing was still a popular request, but watching me fuck myself with my dildo, deep throat it while they jerk off, or taking my dildo up my ass seemed to be growing in popularity.

Hugo asked to “Suckle” my nipples. He really just wanted to suck on my tits. He had done it before. Every time he does it, he leaves a lot of his saliva and bites down softly like my nipples are a hard candy he wants to chew on. I don’t correct him, though. It stings a little.

He was the boy who had a crush on me. He loved to feel my tits, and I didn’t mind that he played with the other one while he sucked on my left nipple. I was actually flattered. He even caressed my ass. I was getting to a point where I accepted this was part of the process of performing requests and letting the students explore and practice on me.

I have to admit that I enjoyed kissing him or times like this when he nuzzled my boobs and looked up at me while he sucked on them. It made me feel really wanted. He seemed really into me, and it blew my mind that he wasn’t interested in girls his own age. I didn’t want to have power over him, but he was like a little lost puppy when he saw me. I didn’t expect boys to lack confidence. It’s not like he could strike out with me or that I’d tell him no.

I was way past quitting the Program now. I was way past questioning what I was doing and thinking I was being naughty or nasty. I knew what I did was naughty, but I was already doing it, and Jim and the school allowed it. The other Participants did things like this as well.

I hadn’t managed to have the “The Talk” with him about not having feelings for him, and he didn’t seem interested in listening to it anyway.

The Pauzer brothers showed up at the reasonable request stand. They were both sneering like they were intent on being assholes. They waited their turn and didn’t give us any reason to turn them away. Ms. Collins was there observing, so we knew there wouldn’t be an altercation.

“Okay, do you guys want to look at my asshole?” Julie offered when it was Dylan and Eric’s turn.

“Oh no, I’d like to request your mother stick that dildo of hers up your ass!” Dylan said.

“I don’t perform requests like that,” Julie answered in a mockingly sweet voice.

“Then fuck your mother’s ass with it,” Eric added.

My daughter has masturbated on me several times, including with the dildo. However, this would be the first time she fucked my ass with a dildo.

“This doesn’t bother me if that’s what you are trying to do,” Julie smiled and ordered me to bend over and grab my ankles while spreading my legs apart. I was getting much more limber with practice, and could almost grab them. She stuck my dildo in my mouth to get it wet. It had my taste on it, but I didn’t mind.

What I did mind was the boys and their grunts of satisfaction because they felt they got something over on us. Julie placed the dildo next to the tip of my anus and pushed it in nice and soft.

“Ram it in!” Dylan insisted.

“That’s not a safe way to have anal sex. You want to work it in and make sure that you don’t tear anything,” Julie was only happy to offer them an education. “It’s important to consider your partner’s feelings.”

I wanted to say, “Not that you two boys will ever have partners,” but I remained silent as my daughter penetrated my asshole for them.

“Okay, rock back and forth on it and clap like this,” Dylan instructed as he acted like an overjoyed seal.

“My mom’s not going to do that for you, but she will let you watch me fuck her ass. You have 47 seconds left. Do you want me to continue or not?”

“Ms. Collins, she is refusing to perform a request!” Eric insisted.

“It has to be reasonable, Mr. Pauzer. If you wanted the two of them to do that, you should have stated ahead of time and allowed them to consent.”

At that moment, Dewey and Reese showed up. They liked to arrive a little later so they could be one of the last ones to make a request before I drove them home.

“What the actual fuck?” Dewey shouted angrily.

“Oh, Hi, Dewey,” Eric and Dylan waved menacingly at my son. They invited him to the front of the line to watch me take it up the ass. I felt really bad about that.

“You said you would leave my mom and sister alone!” Dewey shouted.

“Did we? I don’t remember that. Do you, Eric?”

My daughter didn’t stop fucking my ass with the dildo. I buckled my hips and fucked myself back on the dildo for them. It was what I’d do for anyone who asked to watch me doing it. I hated them, but I continued to do what I was told to do.

“Okay, time is up, guys. Next in line,” Ms. Collins hurried the two bullies away and ushered in the next guys. They wanted a continuation of what I was doing.

“No, I need to give my mother’s ass a break. What else can we do for you?”

The boy said he wanted to watch her fuck my pussy with the dildo. She plucked the dildo out of my ass. It made a “pop” noise. My daughter told me to suck it clean and returned it to my pussy and fucked me for him. I only had to perform about three more requests before it was Dewey and Reese’s turn. They were the last in line.

Ms. Collins was already starting to clean up.

“I can’t believe you guys did that for those two asshats,” Dewey said. He was particularly mad at me because I had been with them when they made fun of him.

“They are asshats, but if we do it for one, we do it for everybody,” My daughter shrugged and reminded my son that she couldn’t discriminate against them. I wanted to tell him Julie had fought those bullies for him, but I knew she didn’t want him to know that.

“So, what do YOU two asshats want to ask us for?” Julie changed the subject and smiled prettily at her little brothers.

“Nothing, let’s go,” Dewey said. That was not like him at all.

“Don’t be like that, Dewey. Don’t let those boys have the power to piss you off. They are not even worth the snot from your nose or the dirt under your shoes. Here is your chance. Miss Collins is right here, so you can ask me to do any request I would do, and we gotta do it,” Julie pretended like she might refuse when the NIS coordinator wasn’t around, but she was only joking.

“What were you going to request before Dylan and Eric showed up?” I asked as I absent-mindedly wiped my pussy with my hand because I was sweaty and wet from all the requests I had performed, and then dug a finger in my butt crack to scratch an itch.

“I was going to ask if I could spank you both with a wooden paddle since you have one behind the request booth.”

“Trainers don’t have to perform requests to accept discipline or demonstrate being spanked,” Julie explained and added that no one has requested to paddle me at school either,” and Julie replied apologetically that she’d have to decline the request.

“You can spank my ass, Dewey. Would that suit you?” Ms. Collins spoke up and offered to take our places. She normally didn’t intervene and offer to perform requests while she supervised the booth, but she was clearly willing to make an exception this time.

There were only a few other students meandering around before they left school, and my boys were the only ones in the line. She offered Dewey a hefty wooden paddle. It was well-worn from the flesh of hundreds of asses that it had tasted.

“How many can I give you?” Dewey asked.

“How many do you WANT to give me?” Ms. Collins asked.

“Ten?”

“That’s fine but let me give you some pointers on how to do it first,” Jen quickly advised my son how to hold his wrist and apply torque and what parts of the body to aim for. “Just spank the fleshy part of my ass. Okay?”

Ms. Collins seemed to think that Dewey might strike her kidneys. She also made sure to point out where those were. I doubted Dewey intended to swat Ms. Collins anywhere except squarely on the center of her pretty ass. I have to admit the world had become topsy turvy from when I was a teenager. The teachers spanked US, not the other way around.

“Yes, Ms. Collins,” Dewey agreed excitedly. We watched as Dewey struggled to hit hard enough for it to register at Ms. Collins.

She counted out a crisp “ONE!” as she bent over in the full spanking position and touched her toes. She looked straight ahead and counted out “TWO!” on the next one with a bit of a grin on her face. I noticed Ms. Collin’s pert ass didn’t jiggle, but her body moved a little with each swing of the paddle. The way I could tell the paddle had hit hard was by how much the two heavy rings in her labia jingled like wind chimes.

Dewey struggled to heft the paddle. It wasn’t huge, but he tried using two hands when one hand wasn’t giving him enough “mmphh” and left a less-than-satisfying pink mark on our Coordinator’s peach-shaped ass. “C’mon, Dewey, go ahead and give it to me. Do you need to take a break?”

Dewey tried again, and on his fourth try, he managed to register at least a passing swat, and Ms. Collins told him that was better. He wasn’t hurting her, and it was obvious that she’d been well-spanked in the past and could take it.

Dewey finished with ten swats, although by the 9th one, his arm had worn out, and he kind of phoned it in.

“Did you learn anything, Dewey?” she asked as she stood up and took the paddle back from him politely.

“It’s harder than I thought.”

“Harder is a relative term, Dewey. I can feel it. What you did smarted,” she rubbed her butt. Dewey felt satisfied.

Reese had been standing there watching with his arms folded as Dewey spanked one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in person. Julie asked Reese what he wanted. Reese usually wanted something Dewey wanted or a simple Double Fudge.

“I want to spank Ms. Collins too!”

“Sorry, maybe tomorrow, Reese. I made an exception for Dewey to demonstrate it for you both,” Ms. Collins pointed out that Reese had been able to observe the request, and as a habit, she didn’t repeat requests. “I’ve had a line of students come up and ask for the same performance over and over just so they could all watch it repeatedly.”

Reese kicked his foot and said he couldn’t think of anything else. “Okay, then let’s go,” Julie announced.

“I don’t mind; you can spank me like Ms. Collins,” I smiled.

“Are you sure, Brittany?” Julie asked before Ms. Collins could ask the same question.

“That wouldn’t bother me. You’ve shocked me with the electric collar to demonstrate that before. If Reese wants a chance to actually try to use a paddle, I am okay with it,” I said.

Jen quickly went over the same things she told Dewey about wrist positioning. She advised him that it was like Tennis, but Reese told her he had never played Tennis. Jen held his wrists and helped him pivot them to give him a crash course.

I grabbed my ankles in a close approximation of the full spanking position and presented my big butt to my son. It was quite the target. I could smell my pussy dripping as I waited for him to prepare himself. I wondered if I had been too eager to offer myself for this request. I really didn’t mind, and Reese was curious and disappointed he hadn’t tried it. He got to watch, but he didn’t get to swing. In my mind, this wasn’t much different than playing Pop the Booty with him at home.

Reese did a practice swing where he brought the paddle to my ass, touched my butt with it, and brought it back. I didn’t count that. His first slice into my ass was very respectable. MY butt jiggled, and I felt the full force of the wood against my backside.

“ONE!”

It wasn’t as hard as Ms. Collins could spank, but it was definitely harder than Dewey hit. “Did that hurt, Brittany?”