Chapter 7

My sister and I had a good laugh about Kevin’s devious plans for his sister. It felt like karmic justice that Mary would get the same kind of treatment she dished out to Katie.

I didn’t get to stay and watch her finger fuck herself. I got a little hot picturing her grabbing her nipples and diddling herself in front of Mrs. Haversham and the ordinary, fully-clothed people in my neighborhood.

It was probably because now that I was in abstinence only program and could not do things like play with myself whenever I wanted – I desperately wanted to be touched, touch myself, or just get some kind of relief. I had all this pent up horniness coursing through my system – teenage hormones sending confusing signals to my brain.

“Unlimited reasonable requests,” Bobby wrung his hands together like a maniacal evil genius.

“I am sure you were just joking, to get Mary’s goat?” Mom asked him, as she arched an eyebrow. That was her body language for “no, you are not doing that”.

“Aww, but mom, Kevin gets to give his sister unlimited reasonable requests,” he pouted. He didn’t demand or even sound all that serious.

“She probably deserves it, but how do you know her little brother can give Mary unlimited requests?”

“You saw her when we left. He kept shouting out orders, and she had to keep doing them, or he’d tell her parents.”

“Well, we are Ashley’s parents, and we’ll tolerate a certain amount of reasonable requests around the house as long as the girls don’t mind doing them for you. Your father and I are the only ones who correct their behavior at home, unless their handlers or a teacher happens to stop by.”

“Aww, but mom! You said I was the boss when I walk them.”

“Yes, and you can give them a reasonable amount of requests, but you aren’t qualified or authorized to give actual deterrents and punishments, Bobby,” Mom said with a certain absolute tone that suggested the discussion was closed.

Bobby didn’t say anything. He did sort of pout like a petulant brat.

“The only reason I allow you to give your sister a reasonable request is that you’ll be in high school soon and I’d hate to see you act like a kid in a candy store the first time you get to tell a girl to bend over.”

“Yeah, but they have to obey any reasonable request from anyone, even me!” Bobby argued.

I pointed out that we didn’t have to obey reasonable requests from NIS students in detention or other PSP students, because I am a stickler for details. No one seemed to find it relevant to the discussion. I couldn’t help myself though. I had to just blurt it out.

“I am still the boss of you, Bobby, and if I tell you that you can’t give the puppies reasonable requests then you can’t.”

That was the second time she referred to us as puppies and not girls. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or a Freudian slip. She told him that she could rescind the privilege of giving us requests for any reason. “I know if my little brother had wanted to explore my butt hole with a finger, I probably would have minded,” my mom scrunched her nose in disgust.

“I don’t mind doing reasonable requests,” I offered politely from the ground. “In NIS, you can’t single people out,” that was the rule, and despite him being my little brother I felt he was just as entitled as Edward, Mary, or Craig to touch my butt. I just kind of wished that Craig wanted to do it.

I was heeling off to the side and behind my mother, the way Craig made me crawl. Yesterday, I was out in front of her. She was the one leading Katie and me back home.

Katie grinned wickedly as if she were impressed that I would make that offer. She added, “Yeah, if the little weirdo wants to make requests, he’ll eventually get it out of his system and stop obsessing over my BIG BEAUTIFUL BUTTHOLE!”

“I don’t obsess over it,” Bobby frowned, but his expression quickly turned into a slight grin.

“I do not have a problem with you giving your sisters reasonable requests,” Mom reiterated. She did seem uncomfortable on some level but she wouldn’t admit it. “I said I had a problem with you providing alternative discipline.”

“How many requests can I give the puppies in a night?” Bobby asked for clarification.

“I don’t know. Some,” my mom shrugged like she would rather change the topic. She didn’t correct him when he referred to us as puppies instead of girls. I suppose that is what we were.

At school, you have to wait until others have a turn, but Bobby didn’t have anyone else to take turns with. He obviously wanted to give us requests but not get in trouble if he gave too many. I could respect that.

Bobby didn’t press the issue. He apologized to my Mom for putting her on the spot and asked how long he had to wait between requests. “I am just trying to make sure I don’t fuck up.”

“I know Bobby, and I appreciate that but watch your language,” Mom said. She thought about her response carefully and decided “As long as they aren’t busy, I don’t care if they are back to back, just don’t be a little bastard like Kevin.”

“If the girls are back to back, or the requests are made one after the other?” Bobby grinned sheepishly over his joke-question.

“Hah, well, butt to butt, nose to nose, or back to back, it doesn’t matter,” Mom actually laughed at that joke. Then she added, “You can help them practice fulfilling requests like it is their homework. They are sloppy and don’t sit up or beg properly. As long as you aren’t practicing bad habits, I think it may actually help the puppies. Just don’t take them out of their cage at night to play around, Bobby.”

“Hah, you called it a cage! Because that it is what it is, it’s not a ‘dog crate,’ and you know it,” Katie chuckled when my mom said cage. I guess I might have been the only one who noticed Mom called us puppies the third time in a row.

“Okay, this is all new to me. I am feeling a little bit guilty that I signed you up for this program, and you have to deal with little brats like Calvin and Mary,” Mom admitted. “I don’t want you to be bitter towards me because I do have to put you in a cage at night. So yes, it is a cage, and it gets locked. I also have to punish you when you misbehave and break rules. If your brother gives you a valid request, he’d actually be right to say he was going to tell me and your dad because I have to punish you. As much as Mary Collins probably deserves to have her tits run through a ringer, I don’t want things to be like that for you.”

I respected that a whole bunch!

“I also have to tell Mrs. Andrews, and she will probably discipline you at school too. I don’t want to be the villain. Can’t you just be good puppies?”

My sister and I barked once, to signify Yes and add a little levity to my mom’s concern.

My mom started to blubber a little. She genuinely seemed to have some remorse about the program, but I didn’t. It terrified me on some level, but I felt that everything was progressing as it should.

Dad comforted her with a hug. Me and my sister gathered around her legs and told her that we knew she was just doing what she thought was right. I wanted to stand up and hug her but I thought that would send the opposite message.

“I feel bad that Calvin was such a jerk to you today,” Mom admitted to Katie as she wiped her eye.

“Well, I kind of brought that on myself, and he actually can punish me. NIS does spanking and performance masturbation. His punishments were a little more painful. She described dragging her tits in school. He also pasted construction paper that he made her cut out with the words “DUMB” on her forehead in addition to writing SLOW on her ass (Which was still there by the way).

That had to be incredibly humiliating, although Katie seemed to think that was kind of funny.

“I know I am kind of dumb,” Katie giggled like a silly, brainless bimbo.

“No, you are NOT,” my mom assured her. “You do DUMB THINGS sometimes, and unfortunately, all of those things you described are approved forms of alternative discipline. Calvin can use them on you.”

“I know, Mrs. Andrews told me, Mom.”

“I am not SLOW though. I was just intentionally dragging ass to piss off my handler.”

Mom chuckled a little and turned her attention to me. Katie has the ability to soak up all of the attention in the room. I often get ignored and end up in my big sister’s shadow. That actually worked well for me as an introvert that hates confrontation.

My mother always made sure to do her best to give me equal attention but sometimes with Katie and her drama that just wasn’t possible. “What about you, Ashley?” she asked me how Craig treated me. I said he didn’t let me talk much and he called me squirrelly. Everyone laughed because they agreed with his observation even though I didn’t see it.

“Not letting you talk? That IS a punishment,” Dad laughed. The whole family seemed to agree and had a bemused expression on their face.

“I don’t talk all of the time!” I replied defensively.

“Speak!” Bobby ordered my sister and I to stop talking. I abruptly closed my mouth and barked.

My family laughed and Dad said that when we ended our program, he’d like to keep that rule in place. “It comes in handy when you are trying to get a word in edge wise,” he joked. He told me that I don’t talk incessantly but that I did ask a LOT of questions. I had no idea how annoying I must seem when I do that. I think it is just that I get very anxious and asking questions helps me alleviate my immediate fears.