Chapter 8

I shrugged that it was no big deal and sniffed around my sister’s asshole just like any dog would do. It wasn’t disgusting and didn’t smell like poop. My sister’s pussy was fragrant and juicy, and her ass smelled sweaty and a little inviting.

I know she is my sister, and I shouldn’t say that – but objectively, Katie has a really sweet little pussy.

Bobby laughed pretty hard at first when he saw me sniffing around her ass. It was playful and naughty – not overtly sexual (although it probably DID appear that way).

He had requested some naughty things already, so this was not all that out of the ordinary as far as I was concerned. The real difference my nose was less than half an inch from my sister’s wet pussy.

My sister leaned forward, pressed her tits to the carpet, and then just let her tongue hang out like she was enjoying the feel of my hot breath on her asshole (she may have been). I let my tongue hang out as well, and we pretended to be two brainless bimbo puppies.

“What are you two doing?” Mom seemed horrified when she walked in and caught us. The shock of discovery jolted my head back up but it was too late. Mom had caught us red-handed.

“Sniffing butts,” Katie answered casually as if that were something we did all the time anyway – and I suppose now it was.

“Well, it looked a lot like something else,” my mom was a little shaken by what she saw on the carpet. She immediately hustled us upstairs and gave us a bath. She shaved our pussies, armpits, legs, and even the peach fuzz on our butts every night.

I hate to admit that it was probably far more erotic than it needed to be. Sharing a bath with another girl (even your sister) can be kind of arousing. Tits, fingers and holes touching under the water, even accidentally, caused me to have all these unexplainable lusty feelings.

Now layer on to that my mother’s constant brushing and hard scrubbing of our bodies. It didn’t hurt - but the bristles were definitely stimulating us (Whether we wanted that to happen or not).

Mom didn’t just wash our naughty bits, either. She washed us from head to toe and in every orifice, crevice and crack. She shampooed our hair. We had to wear it now in tight pig-tails as part of the PSP protocols. She made sure our blonde hair was silky smooth and shiny.

Then my mother began shaving us. She really took her time, and by the time I presented my pussy to her I was on the edge of an orgasm. Mom pulled my pussy lips back and lifted my clit hood, twisting my most intimate parts in her fingers so she could give me a complete shave without missing a single hair or stubble patch on the sides of my labia.

She didn’t talk a lot during the bath and she didn’t mention the butt-sniffing incident at all.

That night my sister and I were locked in the cage together again. This time even I was tempted to play with myself to get some relief from a day of constant stimulation, humiliation and naked exposure to my classmates, neighbors, and family.

“Oh my god, did you see mom’s face when she thought you were going down on me?” Katie whisper-laughed.

“I wasn’t though, I was just sniffing!”

“Hey, I know. I am just teasing. I thought you were going to be really timid and hate this, but I don’t think I could handle PSP without you doing it with me, Sis.”

“I am pretty sure, you would be just fine,” I whispered back to my sister.

“I thought so too,” my sister admitted wistfully. She didn’t usually hide anything from me. I pressed her to tell me what was bothering her. I couldn’t sleep anyway – too much on my own mind. “Well, it’s Calvin my handler. He used to ask me out all the time and get on my nerves. He just annoyed the fuck out of me. He constantly sent me instant messages asking me questions. I stood him up a couple times and promised him a blowjob to make it up to him last year.”

“Did you give it to him?” my eyes went wide. I knew my sister was sexually active and kind of a slut, but she made it sound like giving a guy a consolation BJ as an apology was no big deal to her, and that shocked me.

“Fuck no,” my sister laughed. “After I failed to deliver that, he stopped calling me though. So problem solved, or so I thought.”

“So, is Calvin still mad?”

“No,” my sister replied sarcastically. “He rubbed toothpaste all over my pussy because he wants me to get used to it and help me be a better puppy.”

She imitated Dad’s voice in a very animated and cartoonish manner. I wasn’t sure if she thought Dad’s advice was dumb. I didn’t – I kind of felt I needed to practice to avoid making a fool of myself and looking awkward.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Probably give him that blowjob,” my sister admitted ruefully. “I am so fucking horny now all the time anyway. If they had not told me PSP was total abstinence, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

I asked her what she meant. My sister explained that if she ever got horny she could text Brad (or one of his friends if he was not available) and get whatever relief she felt she needed. It was on her terms, and usually guys would trip over themselves to bring some dick to her. If she felt the need for a little short-term amusement she could even tease a boy who happened to be in the NIS program and make him jerk off for her. “I love watching guys pound their puds.”

Katie admitted that now that she was told she had to abstain, it had made her want to get fucked even more. “I am going to fuck my brains out when this is all over. I could have gone without being touched, but tonight when you were breathing on my pussy – I kind of wanted you to lick.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

“Ashley?”

I didn’t say anything again. We were spooning and I was on the outside tonight. She turned around and apologized and let the matter drop.

I pretended to sleep for about five minutes and then I had to confess something to her. “Today, at school,” I began my story. I told Katie how a student asked to kiss Mrs. Andrews and she shot him down.

“Yeah, I get that sometimes,” Katie admitted. She also said she gets a few guys that want her to ‘blow them a kiss and they really mean pucker her asshole and pussy for them.

“Well, she got that too!” I told Katie the three rules of thumb about requests that Mrs. Andrews told me about;

1. Are they putting anything more than a finger inside you?

2. Are their hands dirty?

3. Does it involve someone else besides you and them

“Oh, trust me, boy’s hands are ALWAYS dirty. Ever look at their fingernails? Just gross. There are a lot of other rules, about inflicting pain and bodily fluids, but what did she tell you about kissing?”

“Well, she said that as long as the other person consents, that you can if it is a reasonable request.”

“Kissing is just going to wind me up and make me want to go further,” my sister shrugged. I didn’t dare tell her how much I wanted to kiss Mrs. Andrews and how I wished someone requested we do it just to see ifshe would kiss me back. Katie was focused on her own conundrum with her handler.

“What about Craig? That guys a real dud. He’s built like a linebacker, but he doesn’t even do sports,” Katie asked.

“What about him?”

“Did Craig try anything with you?”

“Oh, absolutely not.”

“Did he punish you?”

“I don’t think so,” I admitted. I had to explain that he put me on the floor in his classes and kept me on speech restriction all day.

“He’s got this pretty freshman who he can lead around on a dog leash, and he doesn’t do anything with you?”

I was flattered that my sister called me pretty. We shared stories from our day a little more before Mom came downstairs and told us to go to sleep. She ordered us into speak mode to let us know we were done talking for the night.

The next morning was much like the first one. My brother took us outside to shit and piss, and we ate dog food and lapped water out of bowls. It wasn’t easy because the human mouth isn’t designed to work like a dog’s snout, and our tongues don’t grab the food as easily. My sister and I got pretty messy in the process.

This morning I thought nothing of licking her face like I had the previous morning. She reached over and licked my face, including my lips. I closed my mouth.

“Girls!” my mom warned us to stop.

“Ruff!” Katie barked like a chipper and excited puppy in response.

“Speak,” mom gave us permission to talk.

“We were just doing what you told us to do, Mom. Act like doggies all the time even when not requested,” Katie smiled impishly.

“Well, it looked like you were acting like something else,” Mom didn’t want to say anything further. Dad ignored us and Bobby grinned as he looked down at our naked bodies next to the dinner table.

“We are supposed to look like we are having fun, or how else will any one else want to sign up for PSP?” Katie offered.

One good thing about going to school naked is you don’t have to spend a lot of time getting dressed (or even doing laundry). We still felt a little rushed to get everything done in time. Mom gave us a very light dusting of make-up and adding a smudge of brown to our noses to simulate a dog’s nose.

Eating off the floor takes a lot longer than eating with spoons and forks, so it does kind of even out.

We heard a car horn honk outside twice.

“Oh shit, that’s Calvin!” my sister raised and lowered her hands twice in front of her in the manner of a nervous dog. It seemed almost natural how she moved her body.

“Watch your language,” Mom warned and let my sister out to run to the curb so she could get in Calvin’s car. She was almost certain to be punished for not waiting outside for him.

“Should I wait outside?” I asked.

“Did Craig tell you that you had to?”

“No,” I replied.

“Wait here, I don’t’ want strangers thinking we’ve got an abandoned doggy roaming the neighborhood,” mom chuckled.

Craig politely knocked on the door for me a few minutes later. Mom presented my leash to him and away we went.

I didn’t say anything. Craig didn’t say anything. Once he opened the door for me, I hopped up into the seat and settled myself. Then I barked once.

He seemed satisfied that I didn’t need to be told to stop talking like a person. I also attended all of his classes and laid in the proper position. He didn’t say a word to me – he didn’t need too.

At lunch, Mrs. Andrews didn’t join me. She did check on me a few times (with Mr. Jordan holding her leash). I had to perform reasonable requests, but I was becoming less shy.

Mrs. Andrews called me into her office after Craig took me outside for a walk. She advised me that I was doing the bare minimum required by a reasonable request and that was okay. “However, what it seems like you are doing with your reluctance, is trying to take some of the fun out of it for them by doing the least you can do.”

She told me that reasonable requests serve several purposes besides just satisfying curiosity and amusing the students. She told me by making it a fairly mundane aspect of the program, students had naturally mellowed after a time. “At first they were very excited and they couldn’t stop giving reasonable requests. However, now it is just part of the every day expectations and people really don’t take advantage of it as some people thought they would.”

I understood what she was saying. My brother Bobby was like a kid in the candy store with us. Mom assured me he would eventually slow down his pace of constant requests.

“On the surface, they are learning about how a woman’s body works, looks and functions. The unspoken reason behind reasonable requests is that we’ve discovered that by giving students an outlet to express their sexuality without intercourse is that it has lowered teen pregnancy by 80%. The theory is that girls watch boys’ pound one out in class and they aren’t so keen to tumble with him in the backseat of a car because they’ve already seen everything he can do.”

I nodded.

“There are some though who are going to take it further. We are pretty liberal about that, but we don’t want girls going down on boys, or fucking in the hallways. NIS is not total abstinence like PSP but reasonable requests can be naughty and even a little raunchy, but they can’t be outright sex.”

I understood that.

“This is a little difficult for me to bring up, because it doesn’t fit your personality profile,” Mrs. Andrews indicated she had a delicate topic to discuss with me. I was a little alarmed they had a personality assessment on me at all. I was also nervous I had done something wrong.

“Your mom’s report from last night suggested she thought you might have been going down on your sister?”

“Uh no, I was just sniffing her butt because of my brother’s reasonable request. We had our tongues hanging out like dogs. You said that if both consent then it’s fine,” I reminded her.

“I did?”

“Yeah, when we talked about you and I kissing?”

“I was talking about a general situation where two people kiss, not necessarily you and I,” Mrs. Andrews replied sternly. “Will you show me what you did last night?” she turned around and presented her ass to me. Mr. Jordan and Craig stood over both of us in his office. They didn’t engage in the conversation but they were obviously listening.

I blushed and told her that she needed to press her boobs to the carpet and stick her butt up more. Then I did exactly what I did to my sister. This time I was inches away from Mrs. Andrews’s pretty, bald pussy.

“Were you that far away when you were sniffing?” she asked me as I got within two inches of her nether parts.

“I was closer, Ma’am,” I felt I needed to call her Ma’am.

“Are you uncomfortable showing me what you did?”

“No Ma’am,” I got closer, now my nose almost pressed up against her pussy lips. Her pussy wasn’t as pungent as my sister, but I could smell the sweetness between her legs. I was nervous that the men would start laughing or think I am a total slut (they probably did anyway).

“You didn’t lick?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Would you have any problem doing this with your sister if requested at school or in public, or was this something you only felt comfortable doing at home?”

“I guess not,” I was worried that if I said yes, that I would be in trouble for doing something that I’d be ashamed of at school. I hadn’t really thought about it.

“Okay, well sniffing butts is a normal dog activity. It’s how they identify each other,” she looked up at Mr. Jordan as if seeking his confirmation. He remained aloof and disinterested. She told me to turn around and she sniffed my ass – getting right up in between my ass crack and breathing in. I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. It gave me the chills.

“I will let your mom know that this is perfectly fine, but if you are ever caught going down on another girl, or a boy then you will wear the cone of shame,” she indicated a clear plastic cone. “It would be a strike against the program because of the failed abstinence, so you’d be wearing it for at least three days. I can assure you that other students are going to have fun asking you why you have it on, and I would expect you to tell them.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

“Craig tells me you are a good puppy for him,” she told me as she removed her head from my ass.

“Oh, thank you,” I looked up at Craig and smiled at him. He didn’t say anything.

That day I only barked unless I absolutely had to speak. Craig didn’t have to restrict me. I stayed close and let him lead me on the leash and I obeyed any reasonable requests.

The next morning when I got in his car, he gave me two knee-pads. They were made of a light rubber that didn’t cause my skin to sweat or irritate it. They slid on, and he had painted them light white with black spots like a dalmatian.

“I modified some industrial knee-pads. These are from the inside of a pad used by professional roofers at construction sites. I strengthened them but allowed them to be breathable. They will save your knees,” he explained. It was probably the most Craig had ever said to me at once.

I was super elated to receive them and they really did make crawling much easier. He made a pair for my sister and Mrs. Andrews. She thanked him and said that she’d recommend them to the PSP Administrators and other schools as well.

Craig didn’t flatter easily though. He remained stoic about it. He also gave my mother some bowls he designed with a lower lip around the base. Imagine a plate with two-inch ridges on the side, kind of like a pie tin. They made it much easier to slurp up my milky-water and dog food.

My sister on the other hand was having a hard time with Calvin. She came home on Friday with a much fatter, ridged plug up her ass to act as a tail. She had apparently done something to deserve it and she’d have to wear the tail all weekend.

Bobby had to wriggle it from side to side in order to pull it out of her butt! Mom explained that it was a ‘training tail’ and the original design for the PSP.

The same people who thought up the abstinence only policy thought that such a fat, phallic shaped plug would seem obscene. My sister sighed and gasped when it was removed, or pushed up her ass. Her eyes got really big and sometimes she even farted when it was yanked out.

She really did have a “Big Beautiful Butthole” when the tail came out. The tail stretched her cute little sphincter and left it red and puffy. The tail didn’t cover more real estate on her ass – in fact, it did very little to hide her ass crack and pussy slit.

Not that I tried to do that anymore. Everyone at my school had seen my pussy that wanted to look at it.

“What did Calvin want you to do that got you in trouble?” Mom asked.

“Well, I was crawling from one side of the gym to the other as fast as I could,” Katie began her story explaining how she was behaving herself. Mom could already sense that Katie might be trying to minimize what she did wrong. She reminded her that she was in touch with Mrs. Andrews regularly and would find out the truth.

“I am telling the truth, Mom. I couldn’t hold it any longer and I had to poop. Calvin kept making me crawl really fast and P.E. and I couldn’t beg because he had me on speech restriction. I pooped on the gym floor in front of the entire P.E class and he wanted me to put my nose in it to scold me.”