Chapter 37

Julie sent me to check on Astrid and Cookie after our heart-to-heart talk. The girls had a long time in the shower. I checked for them in the bathroom, and they were not there. I decided to go downstairs and see if they had returned to the living room, and the guys were putting them through their paces with more requests.

Imagine my shock, walking in and seeing both Astrid and Cookie on their knees side by side. They were both lovingly sucking on Reese and Dewey’s cocks. Dewey and Reese were in heaven and oblivious to my presence.

The girls had cleaned themselves up and removed the clown makeup. Reese cradled Astrid’s head. Cookie had given herself pigtails, and Dewey held them like a steering wheel. The girls were fingering themselves and intended to make the guys cum.

I cleared my throat, and Reese and Dewey panicked. Astrid and Cookie, on the other hand, saw nothing wrong with their actions.

“We were done in the shower, and they requested blowjobs. Is that not okay? We aren’t at school, so we thought that would be okay?”

I wasn’t sure. My face began to turn red, and I started to feel embarrassed and put on the spot, but I wasn’t sure why. I told them that I needed to get Julie. I hurried to her room. My daughter told me she was masturbating when I knocked and to wait outside the door. At first, Julie told me to stand outside the door, but I told her it was an emergency.

“If it’s an emergency, I’d rather you barge in! I won’t punish you if it’s legitimate,” Julie said as she dashed out of her room naked while her bald pussy was sopping wet. I explained that I walked in and saw Astrid and Cookie giving the boy’s head.

“We aren’t supposed to do that as reasonable requests,” Julie informed the girls. Astrid had a towel and was sitting on the couch. Her sister was standing by her side.

“Yes, in school, but we have our own rules at home. We love sucking dicks, little ones, big ones, almost as much as we like eating pussy. We’d never do it at school, I swear!”

“My mom got punished for sucking my dad’s dick and letting him fuck her up the ass when we told Ms. Collins.”

“Then do not tell Ms. Collins,” Astrid smiled impishly. She still had Reese’s cock in her hand.

“I have to be honest with her,” my daughter said.

“That’s disappointing, Julie. There was no harm. Your brothers said they had never had a BJ before. We were just being polite.”

Reese changed his story and said he “almost” had a BJ, but the girl didn’t finish.

It occurred to me that Astrid still had the ONLY video recording of the altercation with Mrs. Pauzer. I was worried that Astrid would hold that over our heads.

“I can’t take the chance that Reese or Dewey brags at school, but then Ms. Collins finds out that I left it out of my report, Astrid. The scholarship is very important to me.”

“Sis, we’d never rat you out,” Reese said. Dewey offered to pinky swear over it and added that no one would believe him anyway.

Astrid and her sister found that amusing. “In our neighborhood, we are the Blowjob Queens. They call us Abba, All Blow Jobs All the Time? Isn’t that what it stands for?” Cookie asked like a ditz.

“I don’t know what it stands for. I think they call us Abba because we are from Sweden,” Astrid replied with a confounded expression. “Anyway, we would give head at school if they permitted it. It’s no big deal to us. Do you remember how many people were so happy to see us in our neighborhood? Now you know why. We used to go door to door selling Girl Scout Cookies.”

“Selling ME,” Cookie giggled.

“We SOLD Caramel Chocolate Chip and Thin Mints. We sucked dick for free. We aren’t whores, you dumb whore,” Astrid said. Then she shrugged and told Julie she respected her decision. “Hopefully, we’d just get spanked, but I want the scholarship as well, and if Ms. Collins finds out that we eat pussy and suck dick like candy, we’ll be out.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Julie looked horrified.

“I trust you, Julie. You are a good person. We were just having some fun. Astrid knows she can’t actually ride a dick until she gets pregnant. She’s content with dildos until then.”

“Not really content, and I am Cookie now!” Astrid smiled cutely.

“You better never let me catch you sitting on an actual dick before you get pregnant, Cookie! Don’t correct me either,” Astrid abruptly spanked her sister by slapping her butt right in the ass crack and pinching.

“OW!”

“Act like a dumb bimbo, get treated like a dumb bimbo!” Astrid insisted.

“Promise?” Cookie asked in a sweet voice. The girls seemed far more animate and outgoing now that we had gotten to know them.

“Dewey, Reese, IF you tell anyone, EVEN DAD, about this, I will skin your balls and feed you both nuts. Do I make myself clear?” Julie fumed. The guys promised, and then we all pinky-swore silence on not just this encounter but the fact that the girls admitted they continued to eat pussy and suck dick.

“You didn’t hear us when you spent the night last week?” Astrid seemed surprised that we didn’t notice they ate each other out while Julie was in bed.

“Apparently not,” Julie shrugged.

“Can we finish?” Astrid asked eagerly.

“Go into Reese’s room and be very quiet,” Julie said. “Brittany, did you lay out a place for them to sleep tonight?”

“No, you didn’t tell me to do it.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you to do everything, slut! The point of the Program is you have to think for yourself sometimes. You will bring three pillows to my room, and they can sleep with me. Then YOU will shave your pussy flaps and legs and clean that makeup off of your face. Your FAT ASS will sleep on the kitchen floor wearing your butt plug until morning. That will remind you to be a little more considerate.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

The guys snickered that I had been dressed down, and that might have hurt my feelings if I had not just had the conversation I had with my daughter. I felt good about it and went about my tasks.

In the morning, I woke up sore and cold. My tits were imprinted with the tile pattern from my kitchen floor, and I was certain I looked messy. It wasn’t fun or exciting. It was the cold, hard reality of sleeping on the floor. However, I obeyed my daughter despite the difficulty, and that felt like an accomplishment.

I had given up the King-sized bed that I shared with my husband. It was very comfortable to sleep at the foot of my daughter’s twin-sized bed. I had now spent the night on the floor and definitely missed the comforter at the foot of Julie’s bed.

I prepared breakfast for the family as I always did.

Julie and Astrid were laughing and talking boisterously as they arrived in the kitchen completely nude with only their shoes on. Their hair was done, and makeup applied, so they had been awake for a little while.

“Sleep well, Brittany?” my daughter sounded less than empathetic for how I slept. I told her it was fine.

“Good; I might start allowing you out of my bed more often when you misbehave or disappoint me. You haven’t bothered with your hair or makeup,” she said. It wasn’t a question, but it seemed like my daughter expected a response.

“I was preparing breakfast, Ma’am. Should I go clean up now?”

“No, we’ll tolerate your stink breath and plain features, until you can serve us food and set the table. Then you’ll have five minutes to shit, another 10 to get yourself cleaned up and presentable, and be back here to finish your bottle. Don’t forget to have Dad’s coffee the way he likes it!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. I wondered if I had just signed up for something I wasn’t prepared to endure.

My sons came downstairs together. They had both washed up and applied deodorant, and in Reese’s case, I believe he shaved the pencil-thin hair over his lips, which he’d been trying to grow for months. Dewey had an entirely different swagger to him. Reese was still Reese but happier. I ignored them and prepared the breakfast.

“Greet Reese and Dewey properly!”

I turned around, and despite all the times I had been humiliated, a fresh wave of red washed over my face when my daughter talked down to me like that in front of them. I smiled broadly to cover my embarrassment.

“When people walk in the room, it’s important that you be polite, Brittany. You represent me and are of my ability to train you. You just turned your back on Reese and Dewey. Crawl over to them and apologize and ask their forgiveness.”

I cringed. I had humiliated myself plenty of times in the presence of my sons, but this was a first. I dropped to my knees and half-crawled on my hands while keeping my knees off the tile. “Good morning, Reese and Dewey, I am sorry for not greeting you properly when you came in. I was cooking...”

My daughter cut me off mid-apology and told me to start over. “Leave out the part where you make excuses and just admit what you did wrong, Brittany.”

Julie was being a stickler, just like Tiffany, and I could respect that. I could hear my sons snickering as I began my apology, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t look them in the eyes with a straight face.

“I am sorry I did not greet you both properly and warmly, Reese and Dewey. I am still learning, and I ask that you forgive me this time.”

Reese and Dewey didn’t know what to say. I waited for a moment and returned on my hands and knees to the stove. I had accidentally burnt the sausage, and everyone could smell it.

“Show me?” Julie asked.

“That was because you had to be stopped and restart your apology. You wouldn’t have screwed up the sausage if you had greeted your sons properly. Now you’ll eat every last one of them,” Julie plopped a crisply burnt sausage in my mouth and used her hands to force me to chew a few times until I started eating it.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“It’s not Ma’am all the time! My name is Julie Dunce. You just have to call me Ma’am when I am punishing you,” Julie talked down to me like I was an idiot. I wasn’t angry. It was a little audacious that she would do that.

It was hard not to smile because it was humiliating. I knew that would undermine her confidence, so I remained stoic and calm while acknowledging her.

I wasn’t sure if my daughter WAS punishing me. I smiled and apologized again and used her name. Once I got the table set, Jim’s coffee on the table, and all the food on the table, my daughter told me to get over her knee and said she was going to give me thirty swats to the ass to correct my insolent attitude.

“Yes, Ma’am, may I ask specifically why?”

“If I tell you to get across my knee, you do what I say, and then you can ask permission to ask questions,” Julie said. I had a hard time dragging myself over my daughter’s lap. I was worried I’d break the dining room chair with my weight on top of hers. My head was on the ground and my ass was up in the air, with my legs dangling on the other side of my daughter’s lap.

My tits hung down over my face.

My daughter began with a slap, and I counted out loud crisply, “ONE, Ma’am!”

“Are you a little Piggy?” Julie asked as she slapped my ass with her bare hand. It didn’t sting, but she forced my cheeks apart and drove the butt plug deeper into my asshole.

“Yes, Ma’am, two!”

“Let me hear you oink, like a Piggy then!”

Dewey and Reese were giggling, and Astrid and Ingrid were as well.

I made oinking noises, and Julie wanted me to oink instead of counting after each swat. We were twelve when my husband walked in while I was making funny pig noises.

“Sue-Sue-we,” Jim gave a traditional hog call and joked that he heard pigs and thought we’d have fresh bacon. He saw I was over my daughter’s knee. “What did you do to get in that predicament, hon?”

“Good morning, Jim,” I greeted my husband because I didn’t want to forget to do that and get in trouble. My voice cracked a little because I felt a little like crying. I wasn’t in pain, but I was deeply humiliated. “I forgot to greet the boys this morning with respect. I was also not prepared or presentable when Julie and Astrid came to the table, and I burnt the sausage.”

“ALL of it?” Jim was disappointed about that, but he rarely ate breakfast. He usually just had coffee. He didn’t like wasted food.

“Yes, Sir, and I have to eat all of it as punishment.”

“Damn, Julie. Why are you being so strict with your mom?” Jim asked as he took a relaxing sip of his coffee.

“Astrid and I decided to be a little stricter with our Breeders. The Program is about learning, and this is a learning experience for us both. I am learning, but Brittany is just waiting for me to tell her what to do. Last night, she hadn’t prepared a place for our guests to sleep and said she was waiting for me to tell her.”

Julie smacked my ass and asked me, “You knew the girls needed somewhere to sleep, but you were just waiting for me to tell you to do it because you are lazy? Isn’t that right, Piggy?”

I oinked and squealed and nodded that it was true. Jim laughed louder than anyone at the table.

“Brittany, you told me that you wanted to do this. Have you changed your mind yet?” Jim asked.

Julie smacked my bottom and made my butt cheeks cascade and jiggle. I squealed like a pig and oinked while shaking my head, saying that I still wanted to continue.

“It was nice meeting you, Astrid, and Cookie; you are welcome here anytime,” Jim doffed an invisible hat, took a long sip of his coffee, and put it on the table for me to clean up.

“My parents said the same thing. You would both be quite welcome.”

“You may not want to mention to your dad that we played Pop the Booty,” Jim smiled at them and winked.

“Why not? He won’t care. It was interesting. I just wish we knew how to play,” Astrid said politely. Cookie giggled in agreement. Jim walked out the door.

My daughter finished my spanking. We would run out of time if I took the time to do my hair and makeup AND cleaned up the kitchen. Astrid offered to allow her sister to clean up but didn’t offer It to me. She asked Julie, and she consented.

“Next time, get up a little earlier, Piggy.”

I used to know a chubby girl in high school named Peggy in high school. All the mean girls used to call her “Piggy” the same way my daughter addressed me. Every time I heard my daughter say that in the same tone and context, I thought about that girl.

Peggy had a weak chin, buck teeth like a beaver, and a turned-up nose. She had really big eyes, As a teenager, she was about my size now. It was hard to feel sorry for Peggy because she brought a lot of the scorn on herself. She was a gossip, judgmental and acted stuck up. Peggy was just a hard girl to like.

I could see myself looking like Peggy when I heard the name, and all the old scorn and ridicule the kids I went to High School with that they had put on Peggy sort of transferred to me. I didn’t like that feeling.

My daughter didn’t just call me Piggy. She had a few more colorful names to call me.

“Ride in the back, Chewbacca. Astrid gets to sit up front. I’ll drive,” she said.

Dewey made a “RAWWWRRR!” sound like the character from Star Wars.

“Who is this Chewbacca?” Astrid asked.

“He’s a character from Star Wars,” Reese and Dewey told her at the same time.

“What is Star Wars?” Astrid shrugged.

That led to both of my sons wanting to educate the girl on a topic they were passionate about. I got the impression that Astrid intentionally played dumb just to tease the boys because it worked. They were competing for her attention.

Cookie hopped on Dewey’s lap. She made no secret that she was sitting on his boner.

“There isn’t enough room back here,” Reese said as I tried to slide in.

“Sit on Reese’s lap, Fudge Packer,” Julie insisted.

That name hit me like a ton of bricks because I didn’t expect to be called a Fudge Packer. “I thought I was Piggy, Ma’am,” I said as I tried to accommodate my daughter’s request while hovering over my son’s lap.

“You are a Fudge Packing Pig, and you know it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Say, how much fudge could a fudge-packing pig pack? If a fudge packing Piggy packed all the fudge up her fat fudge hole until she couldn’t pack no more fudge.”

I repeated the tongue twister and tried to suppress a laugh as the car started up.

“Keep repeating it until I tell you that you can shut your gape hole or until Reese puts this dildo in your mouth because he’s tired of hearing it,”

Julie passed my dildo back to the backseat and gave it to my son, Reese. He’d never touched that before or been asked to gag me if he didn’t like what I was saying. I started to repeat the naughty tongue twister, and by the seventh time, the rest of the car was laughing at me, and I felt impossibly silly.

I was basically asking how much of my own shit could I pack up my ass, and when the thought occurred to me, I started to giggle a little.

“No one told you to stop, Cow!” Julie said. She asked Reese if my weight was too heavy for him.

“Mom is hovering,” Reese said.

“Reese, Brittany is always going to be your mom, but you are confusing her. All the other Breeder Moms except one have a Pet Name. Will you do me a favor and call her either Brittany or Piggy?”