Chapter 2

“You two conniving cunts choose the night I get engaged to pull all this shit?” Juliette said imperiously. Her shoulders were back, and she was holding a slender wooden rod. The wooden dowel was something a music conductor would use to direct an orchestra. It made a wicked swishing sound when she whipped them with it. Juliette was walking around her two daughters, dressing them down verbally while swatting them with it.

Becky and Stacy had their hands behind their heads while they looked straight ahead. They stood at attention with their shoulders back and their legs wide apart. The most shocking part was that they were both completely undressed and standing at attention in the nude.

Becky’s long straight hair was shoulder length. She was taller than me and almost as tall as her mother. Juliette was wearing heels, and Becky was barefoot, so she seemed six inches shorter than her mother. Juliette towered over her, and I think she liked intimidating her daughter.

Becky had big natural boobs that reminded me of flesh sacks full of Jell-O. Her tits hung down slightly and then jutted out in the shape of a Jelly-bean. She had light pink areolas, and they were dotted with massive goosebumps.

Occasionally, her mother would swing the wooden rod with a quick slice across Becky’s tits. Becky flinched slightly, and her tits jiggled, but she didn’t remove her hands from behind her head or try to run away.

Her pussy was shaved bald, and her pussy lips reminded me of an oyster that had just been opened to pluck the treasured pearl out of the middle. Juliette swung the rod between her daughter’s legs, and it caused obvious discomfort for Becky. Once again, the young girl stood there stoically and accepted the punishment from her mother.

Becky is shapely and thick like her mother. Her butt sticks out and doesn’t droop at all. I felt she must be clenching her cheeks tightly. Juliette Frequently slashed the wooden rod across her daughter’s buttocks as she spoke.

She alternated these punishments with Stacy. Stacy has kinky-curly blonde hair, and usually, she has a smirk on her face. That smirk was gone as she stood at attention. If you could imagine filling two coffee cups with clay and then tipping it over and putting it on her chest, that is what Stacy’s boobs look like. They were perfectly round, and anytime that Juliette struck, you could tell it really stung. Stacy tried to hide the look of anguish on her face, but it was apparent her nipples were extremely sensitive.

Her pussy was shaved bald as well, or maybe she wasn’t old enough to grow pubic hair. I had only started growing it a few months earlier. She had a delicate sliver of pink between her lips that reminded me of the slit on the head of my cock. Her mother was an expert at hitting Stacy right on that slender line with the rod and causing her daughter distress. Stacy didn’t protest or cry out. I could imagine someone caning the thin opening on the top of my cock, and I knew I would have screamed in agony.

Juliette also slid the rod around her daughter’s bodies and poked them with the tip. She lifted their tits and jabbed them in the nipples with it. She ran the dowel across their tight tummies and it reminded me of a violinist rosining up their bow. She even hit them across the back of the thighs and behind the knees. There was no place on their naked bodies that was safe from the dowel except their faces.

Stacy was my height and a full head shorter than her mother. She seemed so slight compared to the two other women in the room. I felt sympathy for her enduring this humiliating punishment, but I was also turned on by looking at her. Stacy had a ballerina dancer’s muscularity, and every ligament and tendon was visible under her skin when her mother struck her with the rod across her butt as the girl tried to restrain her anguish.

“You knew you were going to be spanked tonight for your little games at the dinner table. I even let you sit at the table and eat because Master wanted this to be a special night!” she said. She obviously meant my father was her Master. It was blowing my mind to hear her talk this way. All the while, she was slicing into her daughter’s delicate alabaster white skin with the rod. “You had to push and provoke that Danny? Why? What did you think it would gain you?” Juliette placed the rod under Becky’s chin to frame the question.

“I don’t know, Ma’am. We couldn’t help ourselves,” Becky answered demurely without a trace of her haughty attitude from earlier.

“You don’t know why you do things, and yet you do them anyway?” Juliette swung the rod flatly across the tops of Becky’s nipples and then turned her attention to Stacy. “I hate that you sound like me every time I ask you a question!”

“Monkey see, monkey do,” Stacy admitted with a churlish grin. Her mother answered her with a harsh whipping on the ass.

“That is why your monkey butt is getting discipline, “Juliette was slightly joking as she hit her daughter. She seemed slightly amused by their snarky answers and yet she was trying to seem harsh and strict.

“In Stacy’s defense, her ass is more like an Orangutan. You know? Orange and puffy,” Becky insulted her sister. Juliette whipped Becky’s butt and Becky’s expression suggested that she expected to get whipped but thought it was worth it to get in another insult on her sister.

“You should talk with your big ass! Your bodanka-donk has an extra donk!” Juliette joked.

She tried to prevent herself from smiling and failed when her daughter agreed that she had so much junk in her trunk she needed to hold a yard sale. Juliette agreed and said that her daughter’s ass was almost as fat as her own and would need its own zip code.

These women were shapely and had bubble butts but they were not fat as far as I was concerned. It puzzled me that they thought they were fat. It was obvious they were joking and engaging in hyperbole but they were so pretty that I couldn’t imagine any of them actually believing they were overweight.

It puzzled me even more that Juliette was joking. I was grateful for the occasional levity though. It made the entire surreal scene seem less dark and painful.

Becky and Stacy were pretty girls and to look at them in clothes you might not think they were virgins but they hardly seemed like wanton sluts. In fact, they had a very innocent and almost angelic quality to them because of their blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Their mom seemed to think they were wicked little twats though and she was very blunt about her accusations. She never once found fault with what I had done that night. I was not proud of everything I had done. I was peeping on them after all.

“You told Danny that you didn’t care if you got punished because you get punished for silly things anyway, so it doesn’t matter what you do. You think your behavior tonight was acceptable and doesn’t warrant correction?” she struck Stacy across her bottom.

“No, Ma’am, it was Becky who said that” Stacy kept her fingers interlaced behind her head and stood with her legs spread wide while she offered her excuse.

“I don’t care who said it. You didn’t correct your sister when she said it. Do you think your behavior was acceptable and doesn’t warrant any punishment?” Juliette rephrased her question and struck Stacy’s cunt with the rod. I could tell it hurt because she seethed and let the air out of her mouth slowly after her mother hit her along her pussy crack.

“Yes, Ma’am, we knew we would be punished tonight for what we did. When we heard Master was moving in, we knew we would probably be punished every night because he is a stickler for the rules. We wanted one last laugh before it all began. I am sorry, Ma’am!” Stacy answered, very apologetically.

“I appreciate you saying that, Stacy,” Juliette said. She mentioned something about amnesty and that she would take her confession into account when she announces their punishments. I thought this session WAS the punishment.

“It is my fault for not being a stickler to the rules when Master isn’t here! I think I am sparing you a little pain and trouble, but in reality, I am causing you more problems down the road when you behave like mischievous cunts. If the rules and punishment were applied consistently, you wouldn’t need such frequent massive attitude adjustments, and it would actually have caused you LESS suffering. You think I like punishing you?” she asked them.

“Sometimes, Ma’am,” Becky admitted with a wry grin. Her mother slashed her tits hard for that little joke.

“This is serious, Becky! Master left explicit instructions that we do not tell Joe or Danny about how things work with us until he returned. I want to punish you tomorrow because waiting two days to punish you will diminish the lesson! It is like you are trying to get me in trouble by provoking me,” Juliette growled. I didn’t fully comprehend what her concerns were at the time.

“Well, you’ve failed at keeping it a secret because he is watching us,” Becky nodded in my general direction. I felt an immediate shock run up and down my spine when I was discovered. I froze in panic. I was caught red-handed, looking at something I had just heard my father explicitly said I shouldn’t see.

“I know he is out there,” Juliette turned to face me in the window. She smiled at me like the Grinch when he was discovered stealing a Christmas tree. “I suppose you should come in. There is no point in pretending we can’t see you. You probably have a lot of questions,” she said.

I nodded that I did. I thought she’d be angry about the intrusion, but she was helpful and friendly when I came in. I even knocked on the door, and she laughed and said that we were past needing privacy now.

“You don’t mind me seeing the girls naked?” I asked sheepishly as I approached her. I expected to be punished for peeping or at least yelled at.

“I didn’t mind when you peeped on me earlier while I took a shower. Why would I mind if you look at their little pink butts?” she smiled at me with a confident grin. She winced when she noticed I still had on the half-shirt and short-shorts from earlier. They were my only clothes. Juliette stifled a little chuckle and gave me a conciliatory nod as if she felt sorry for me I had to wear her daughter’s clothes.

“Did you tell my Dad I watched you in the shower?” I asked nervously. I should have apologized but my first thoughts were on self-preservation and my father’s disappointment in my behavior. I assumed if she HAD told him he would have definitely blew up before he left but I asked anyway.

“Yes, I have to tell your father everything – honesty is mandatory around here. Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble if that is what you are worried about. Your father was happy you were curious about girl parts. He was worried you might be interested in boys. I was proud I could hold your attention for my entire shower, and I assumed you came in your pants because of me. That was extremely flattering, Danny,” she said.

That was NOT the reaction I was expecting. I was still red in the face, and I could not look directly at the two naked girls who had not moved from their rigid poses that exposed their entire bodies to their mother’s wooden dowel.

“Go ahead and get a good long look at the girls. You don’t have to cast your eyes at the ground. The girls spend a great deal of time naked for practical reasons,” She offered me the opportunity to examine the girls and asked them to explain the reasons to me.

“Well, we have a lot less laundry,” Stacy joked. Her mother struck her with the rod across the tits, and Stacy’s shit-eating grin quickly faded. “It makes it easier to punish us and ensures we get the full sensation of the rod without any padding in the way to comfort us,” she explained.

“We can be monitored to make sure we aren’t getting off on any of this treatment,” Becky answered next.

“If the girls get aroused when they are naked, I put them in the corner until they have had a chance to cool off,” Juliette explained. I probably looked utterly clueless. “When girls start blushing, their nipples get hard, and their cunts start dripping they are getting aroused. They can’t always help it when there is outside stimuli. They can control their dirty thought when their minds should be focused on other things. It is like when you sometimes get an awkward boner in your pants because you are thinking about something you saw? The difference is girls can usually tell you have a boner just by looking at your shorts. The girls have to be more closely inspected to see if they are turned on. You see?” Juliette pinched Becky’s nipple and twisted it in her hands. “They are aroused right now because the adrenalin is pumping through their bodies. The only time I really worry about it is when their minds should be on their chores, and they are having dirty thoughts instead,” Juliette shrugged. She told the girls to say the other reasons for them to be naked.

“It makes it hard for us to hide anything, Ma’am,” Stacy admitted. She said they had a tendency to walk off with stuff and implied that the girls liked to steal. I would never have dared to steal anything, but I was never tempted to steal because I had everything I needed. Stacy used examples about snatching a snack she should not have or one of her sister’s possessions. The sisters apparently had a constant tit for tat rivalry of ripping each other off and then laying claim to the item they stole from one another.

“You are addressing Danny, not me. You can call him Sir since he is above you in the chain of command. If you had looked at him like that from the start, you might not have felt inclined to tease him so much tonight,” Juliette hit her daughter across the tummy with the wooden rod.

I felt bad that the girls were being struck because of the answers they were providing me. “Does that hurt?” I asked naively.

“Yeah,” Becky chuckled. Her mom struck her across the boobs with the rod, and she stopped laughing. “It has to hurt, or else it wouldn’t make any impact on us though,” she said as if she didn’t mind the discomfort all that much.

“Don’t feel sorry for these cunts. They cause more pain and frustration than they receive from this little wooden rod,” Juliette assured me. I still felt empathy for them. I didn’t really understand what kind of pain and frustration she was talking about either. The things they did to me tonight hardly seemed to warrant this reaction from my point of view. I would have expected they might be told not to do that again and lose the use of their cell phones for a week. I wondered if my father was going to hold me to the same strict standard.

“The main reason they are kept naked is to make them feel vulnerable and disarmed. Taking away their privacy and making them appreciate having that privilege is difficult for me. They are so used to even your father and me seeing them naked that it barely registers in their thick skulls as something that should make them feel ashamed. That is why they can’t just be casually naked. Your father is very clever at finding ways even shameless sluts like us can feel embarrassed. They are posed in this position with all three holes exposed to help them reflect on the embarrassment they caused me. That is why you would be doing them a favor to look up from the floor and look at any part of their body that you are curious about or that tickles your fancy,” she said.

I was shocked a mother would offer to let me look at her daughters in this way. I thought it may be some kind of reverse psychology trick because it all sounded too good to be true.

“It is true, sir,” Stacy confirmed her mother’s statement. “You are going to see us naked like this a lot when you move in. You may as well stop stealing little glances,” she sighed. They must have noticed how I often stared at their pretty faces and then looked away. I was snapping photos of their pretty faces and bodies with my mind so that I could reflect upon them later.

“What part do you like most on a girl’s body?” Juliette asked me. When I didn’t answer immediately, she clarified by asking if I was a tit man or a butt man. I still didn’t understand the question. I had never thought about what I liked the most about a woman’s body.

“Hold your butt cheeks apart and bend over, Becky” Juliette tapped her daughter on both ass cheeks to get her attention.

Becky compliantly turned around so that her ass faced me and her mother. She gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart so wide that I could see her entire pink puckered asshole and her pussy lips. She bent forward with her legs apart wide and fully exposed. Becky’s heavy pendulous tits swung down over her face while she bent over for me.

“Where does your eye go immediately when Becky assumed the inspection position?” Juliette tapped the rod on her daughter’s anus, cunt lips, and both of her breasts.

I looked at Becky’s pretty face and upturned nose first. I was fascinated with her reaction to the order she was given. She had not hesitated, but she didn’t look happy about having to pose like this for me. She obeyed stoically but out of a sense of obligation. I felt like she knew it was futile to argue with her mother and that she’d end up doing it anyway. I got all of that from a single furtive expression on a teenage girl’s face.

I knew that Juliette expected me to pick one of the three body parts that were now fully on display to me. Juliette told me that they would not be offended and to just tell her where my eye went first.

“I don’t want to sound like a pervert, but I guess I looked at her butthole first, Ma’am,” I said. I called Juliette Ma’am because the girls did, and it felt like she was taking an instructor role with me.

“That is nothing to be ashamed of, Danny,” she told me. “My daughter has a very pretty pucker, don’t you think?” Juliette ran her fingernail around the wrinkled rim of her daughter’s anus.

I felt so uncomfortable, and my mouth was getting dry.

“He is getting embarrassed, Ma’am,” Stacy warned her mother when she saw how uncomfortable I looked.

“That is what I am trying to avoid, Stacy. You should be the ones embarrassed and uncomfortable, not him,” she told her daughter before telling me, “Go ahead and touch it.”

I was reluctant, and it took Juliette’s reassurance that I could touch Stacy’s butthole to give me the confidence to try.

“Don’t worry, it won’t bite,” Juliette laughed.

“I might fart on your finger, Sir,” Becky chuckled brightly. Her mother jabbed her fingernail into the tight pink opening of her daughter’s anus so that she would take this seriously. I touched her anus. It was dry and clean. I assumed mine was wet and hairy because it always was when I wiped. It felt so taboo to touch a girl on the butthole.

The internet is full of porn that involves women’s assholes. It seems like the most taboo place on their body. The part of them that they absolutely don’t want boys like me to see. It was so filthy, and yet Becky had parted her legs and let me tap her sphincter and get away with it.

“You see? It is just a body part. It is less scary now, isn’t it?” Juliette said. “Girls like her think their shit doesn’t stink, but I am here to tell you what comes out of that shit-box is just as foul as anything that comes out of yours!” she said.

I didn’t know how to react to that.

“You asked Danny to spank you earlier tonight. Did you pull down your shorts so that he could spank you on the bare ass properly?” she asked her daughter.

“No, Ma’am, I was just teasing him,” Becky said. I hadn’t explicitly mentioned that she didn’t take her shorts down when I told the embarrassing story about how ineffective my swat had been. I didn’t realize at the time that seeing her bare butt was even an option.

“Are you teasing him now?” Juliette asked.

“No, Ma’am,” Becky answered her mother.

“Show me how you spanked her bottom,” Juliette told her daughter to move her hands away from her ass cheeks and hold her ankles. Becky bent over even more deeply and thrust her bouncy buttcheek towards me so that I could spank her.

I felt put on the spot, and I didn’t immediately demonstrate my technique. It had all happened so fast I could barely remember what I did. I wanted to go back to stroking the rim of Becky’s asshole. Juliette placed her hand and my shoulder warmly and told me not to be nervous. “You won’t break Becky. Go ahead and give her a swat hard enough that she would have opened that door for you,” she smiled at me.

I swung my arm underhanded and slapped her pussy with my hand. Becky’s hips buckled, and she jerked slightly.

“You goosed her?” Juliette seemed amused that I had just slapped her daughter’s bald pussy with my hand. My hand was slightly wet from the exchange. I said that I hadn’t but told her that I hit her as hard as I could.

“The girls told me they saw a lot of spanking porn on your phone. Is that how you think people spank girls?” she asked me without laughing at my pitiful attempt to get a rise out of her daughter. I shrugged and said that I didn’t know.

“Ignorance is something I am equipped to deal with,” Juliette patted her daughter’s ass and told Stacy to assume the same position. “I’ve got two butts here with no waiting. We can practice all night if you want to learn to give a proper spanking, but let me give you a few pointers first,” she smiled at me playfully.

Juliette told me a lot of things to do before I even began. She told me not to let the slut set the pace and to take my time so that they know I will spank in my own good time and when I am ready. She warned me not to rub the ass as I spanked. “Guys like to rub the ass. I think they think they are comforting us, but it sends a mixed message,” she demonstrated by massaging Becky’s buttocks.

She pointed to parts of the girl’s bodies that were off-limits. It was surprisingly nowhere near any place I’d be interested in spanking in the first place. “Don’t hit the lower back where you could injure the spine or kidneys,” she made sure I knew she wasn’t joking.

“I don’t want to hurt them,” I stuttered. I didn’t have a mean or vindictive streak like my brother Joe.

The girls laughed and so did their mother. They laughed at my offer of kindness and mercy and that confused me.

“These sluts should be flattered you think they have smackable asses in the first place,” Juliette joked like it was possible someone would find them disgusting or not desirable.

I clearly did not understand what she was saying. Juliette gave me a wintry smile and an approving look. “Your father said you were a nice boy. The world chews up nice boys and puts them in last place because they let everybody go first though,” she observed wistfully.

I thought I was supposed to be nice and polite. I was just as confused.

“I am not saying you can’t be nice when it is called for but an evaluation is not a time to be nice. If you give these cunts an inch they will take nine inches in both holes!” Juliette joked – at least I thought she was joking.

She realized that I didn’t understand fully what she was telling me and explained it to me in more simple terms. “It is sometimes cruel to be kind. Did you ever hear the phrase spare the rod and spoil the child?” she asked me patiently.

I nodded and said I did.

“Think of us as very spoiled children who have always been able to get our way. We need to be kept in our place. You would be doing them a kindness to spank them even if it stings. The corporal punishments need to sting their body and their ego to make even a little bit of impact on them. There are many ways to motivate a girl. You can praise her, you can reward her and we do that too but we also use consequences for actions. That is what is happening tonight. If anything, they should be grateful you were witnessing their punishment because I am going much lighter on them than usual since they are acting as training dummies to demonstrate their discipline routines,” she said.

My facial expression probably appeared to be a combination of confusion and disbelief. If this was a light session then I couldn’t imagine something even more intense – even with all the porn on my phone. That was all fantasy as far as I was concerned and this was real life. This was happening in front of me to people that I knew!

Juliette seemed to understand my silent question from the expression on my face. She turned around and flipped her skirt up in the back and showed me her ass. Juliette wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt. I suppose I shouldn’t have been shocked but I was that she so casually showed me her bare ass. I immediately noticed three rod marks that had left an imprint on her butt. I also noticed her huge black Ace of Spades tattoo on her butt cheek and a rose colored crystal seated between her butt cheeks. I had never seen anything quite like that even in porn.

“Your father gave me those marks before he left to remember my place. I am the boss of the girls when he is not home but I still answer to him. They’ll mostly be healed by the time he gets home on Sunday. I appreciate him giving me this reminder so that I don’t let this power over my girls go to my head. It helps me to stay grounded. I know that probably doesn’t make sense but I wanted you to see that I could be hitting them a lot harder. What you saw was just a warm up round,” she explained as she dropped her skirt back down.

I nodded that I understood. Juliette asked me if I wanted to see the rest of the punishment and said that if it made me uncomfortable she understood. It did make me uncomfortable but I was also hard as a rock. There was absolutely no way I was going to leave.

“Good, I thought so. I’d rather you understand that what we are doing is not abuse. The girls also understand that they fucked up tonight in a big way. They need to be taken down a notch or they will try to get away with even more next time,” she said.

I had so many questions about what Juliette just told me. I didn’t think the girls were all that bad but maybe I gave them the benefit of the doubt because they were pretty and looked sweet and innocent. The way their mom told it they definitely were not innocent. I wanted to see Juliette’s ass again and ask about that tattoo. I was painfully shy though and I nodded that I was ready to continue.

Juliette winked at me like she expected me to stay and said that it wasn’t all doom and gloom in their household. “I am not an ogre. We have fun with the discipline sometimes but the evaluations have to be carried out seriously. I don’t always do that but your father always does!” she said.

How could anyone have “fun” with discipline? I didn’t understand that at all. I never saw my father as a rigid disciplinarian. He had set a high expectation for my brother’s physical condition and spent a lot of time practicing with him. I assumed he was like that with the girls too.

“Great, we will start with a lightly warmed bottom, and then we’ll move on to a rosy red butt,” she demonstrated how to use the torque of my wrist to apply more pressure by slapping Becky’s ass. Juliette said I needed to learn the basics first. She let me spank Stacy’s butt the same way to prove that I was paying attention. I was shocked that Stacy would let me spank her but she didn’t complain or refuse to let me do it.

“Aim for the crease where the buttocks meets the thighs if you would like to make things more memorable. That is the area that has the most friction when walking and will leave them wincing the next day,” she said and popped Becky hard on the ass.

“If you want to spank their pussy, then use the flat of your hand or something heavy. Becky is dripping wet, do you see?” she spanked her daughter’s pussy and then let me look at her hand. There was a glistening strand of girly-goo on her finger. “You should make them lick your finger clean. You are the one punishing them. You should never be the one who is made uncomfortable by their disgusting emissions,” she said.

When I still looked uncomfortable, she explained that just like when I creamed my pants that girls do that too. “We do it a lot more than boys, and you are almost never aware of it. Is Stacy wet?” she asked me.

I looked at the slender sliver between her legs. There was a tiny crease at the bottom at the base of her pussy. I had no idea.

“You have to touch it to find out. It won’t bite, and she won’t mind,” Juliette said and added with a wicked grin, “won’t mind much anyway.”

I felt Stacy’s pussy with my finger and rubbed inside her. She was wet, but she got dry really quickly. I shook my head and said that Stacy was not wet as I removed my finger.

“Hey, put that back, and maybe it will be, Sir,” Stacy joked. I felt good when the girls joked a little because I had been feeling very guilty about touching them. I didn’t think I should be doing this even with their mother’s permission. Becky and Stacy could have at any time, stood up and body-slammed me if they wanted me to stop.

“Becky has a fat ass just like me,” Juliette slapped her daughter’s ass and watched it jiggle. “The thicker the fat is between their hip bones and your hand or paddle, the less it will hurt. It doesn’t work the same way for pussy lips though – the fatter pussy lips just add to the intensity!” Juliette winked at me.