Chapter 9

(As Told by Teddy Reddick)

I was still taking plenty of mental snapshots of my mother and sister’s lovely tits and asses. I had mental images etched into my mind of every wrinkle and fold in my mother’s wet, juicy red cunt exploding like a ripe tomato when I hit it just right on stroke eight of her affirmation. I also took a mental snapshot of my mother kissing the riding crop and licking some of her pussy juices off it. She had thanked me for an incredible affirmation. I don’t know if it was an act, or she really meant it, but I believed it. It had done wonders to improve my confidence in my own authority.

I took one of Tiffany reluctantly bending over the table. I adjusted her, so her nipples were flat and pressed hard against the kitchen table. She lay prostrate at the very table she ate breakfast cereal on the day before. Tiffany had plenty of reasons to complain or whine, but she was stoic and passive. It was as if my sister was mentally preparing herself for her new reality obeying me around the house.

Tiffany was about to have her first real cunt spanking, and I was going to give it to her. She had spanked my cock many times. Dad had taught me how to use the crop, and I felt entirely justified administering this punishment.

Tiffany looked remorseful and even apologetic. She said she would eat the rest of the food if I gave her a chance. “I am hungry, Master! I just wasn’t used to that. It almost made me throw up,” she pouted.

She looked so pitiful, down on the floor with her face in that disgusting mess, that I felt like being merciful.

“You’ll have another chance at lunch,” I said as I forced her legs apart as wide as my mother’s had been. I wanted her fully exposed to me and offering up that peach-shaped cunt to me. I made her drape her arms across the table and look straight ahead.

I observed my sister was breathing in through her mouth in long breaths and out of her nose. It was something my mother had told her to do earlier to calm herself. I was pleased she was willing to accept what was coming next.

“You failed to eat your food in a timely manner. You failed to show gratitude for what you were given. You act like the food that mom eats every day is too good for you. You have been snarky, willful and making snide comments today to undermine my authority. You brought this punishment on yourself, didn’t you?” I said as I swung the riding crop between her legs.

“Holy Fuck!” my sister went weak in the knees, and she said, “Not there! Please! Anywhere else! Oh my god, that’s like fire ants! Fuck fuck, fuck,” she said.

“You failed to count and answer my question, so we are starting over. I told her to answer the question.

My sister used her hands to shield her pussy and fight me. She held the position, but she tried to swat the crop away.

I told my mother to bring me two ropes from the box so that I could tie her down to the table. My mom crawled off to get them.

My sister looked like she was already in tears. “Please stop hitting me so hard, it’s my first day, Sir!”

“What if there aren’t other days?” I chuckled.

“I am not going to quit after coming this far. I’ve already stripped in front of you. Look, I’ll make you a deal,” my sister whispered so that my mother wouldn’t hear. She was in the other room anyway. I knew not to trust my sister but I listened to her offer. “Go easy on me. I will tell Mom and dad you are doing an amazing job. I will obey you around the house and even at school and not give you any trouble. Cut me a little slack, and I’ll be good to you. Even after my punishment is over! I swear it,” she said.

“I think you will be good to me, or you’ll be punished again,” I said.

“After I do this for five weeks, I am never going to do this again. I just want to prove to mom that I can do it. I heard her tell Dad that I won’t last a day,” she said. My sister has a very competitive streak, and I knew it probably was important to her to prove my mother wrong about her.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Dad had said the same thing about her. Tiffany truly was a stubborn brat. Now she seemed to want to cut a deal with me, and I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.

I was already wary that my sister had something up her sleeve. She looked at me pleadingly with her pretty blue eyes, and I have to admit I was curious what she wanted.

“Look, how about this,” my sister made her final offer hurriedly before my mother returned. “You make a good show of putting me through this little re-education game we are playing. I will beg dad to let me give blowjobs, handjobs stuff like that. I’ll ask him to put half in a college fund for me. That Disney Trip cost them 12,000 dollars. If I can make scratch like that then I am down. I will give you 10% of anything I make at the end of this. I am sure that’s at least a thousand bucks! We just have to work together! I won’t give you any trouble. You can play with my butt and tell me I am a cunt. Whatever you want. Just don’t hit me so hard and punish me all the time,” she offered.

I reminded her I can play with her butt and call her a cunt now. Tiffany offered a duck-face grimace as she curled her lip into a lemony frown. She knew I was not biting on her offer.

I reached between her tight ass cheeks and fingered her asshole. She flicked my hand away and said, that was only because she let me. “If I tell Dad I don’t want to do this, then I won’t have to do it. He is practically begging me to tell him no. You can play with by butt because I’ll let you,” my sister released my hand and assumed the position lying her chest flat on the table when my mom returned.

Mom smiled as if she had caught us mid-conversation when she re-entered the kitchen.

She offered to help me tie down my sister, but I told her that I had it. I had grown so much in confidence already.

It was tricky securing Tiffany to the table, but I managed to make sure that she couldn’t move her upper body. I also lashed her legs to the table. It took a while, but I wanted to do it right.

“Tiffany,” I said as I switched my sister’s cunt. This time there was nothing she could do but seethe in agony as I sliced into her delicate flesh. “Do you want me to go easy on you for the next five weeks, so experience all of this but learn nothing?” I asked.

She looked over her shoulder at me and stared daggers at me. I could tell she didn’t want me to go down that line of questioning with her.

“One, thank you, sir,” my sister said. She paused and said, “No, sir.” Without elaborating.

“Why?” was my follow up question. I hit her pussy and double-tapped it a second time when she quivered. She sucked in her stomach and gyrated instinctively, but she was not going anywhere. I had secured her to the table. She was completely vulnerable and unable to defend her pussy with her hands or move out of the way.

“I want to prove to my mother that I can complete the five weeks of discipline, Sir!” she counted out the second swat but didn’t thank me.

I made her start the count over. I told her that gratitude was essential. “I’ve spent a lot of time on securing you to this table because you won’t keep your hands to yourself. I have a long list of chores for you to do and training exercises that you need to complete before Dad gets home,” I said.

“No offense, but that sounds like a YOU problem, Sir,” she said.

I hit her on the side of her chest with the crop, and she shivered in pain. I wasn’t sure if that was okay, but my mom didn’t tell me I couldn’t. I told her to watch her tone with me, or this is what we will do all day today. She apologized and reminded me she had said, ‘no offense’.

“Just because you say no offense doesn’t mean your words and actions aren’t offensive,” I struck her again and made her count out the stroke. When she said three, I reminded her we had started over, and she counted one again. I could tell I was getting through to her because she stopped being so resistant. She also relaxed her body a little and began to breathe through her mouth slowly.

“Why do you want to be whored out for hand-jobs and blowjobs?” I asked. I had started to learn to ask why or how instead of just yes or no questions.

“Two, Sir, thank you! I don’t want to be a whore. I was just curious how much money I could make if I was,” she said coyly.

“Don’t lie to me, Tiffany! Do you know how I can tell you are lying?” I said as I hit her again on the pussy.

“Three, Sir, thank you! No, I do not,” she answered.

“Your lips are moving,” I laughed. Then I told her that truthfully her asshole seemed to pucker every time she told me a whopper of a lie. She made a sour lemony face and stuck up her nose in disgust when I reminded her I could see her crinkled asshole pucker around that butt plug. I told her to try again and tell me the truth. “Start the count from three,” I said as I whipped my sister’s cunt.

“Three sir, thank you! I am a greedy bitch. It doesn’t shock me mom whores herself out. In fact, it explains a lot of shit I saw her doing. I guess I just wanted a little of that money if I have to do this anyway,” she admitted.

“Mom said she fucks strangers to help earn her keep and to keep a very submissive mindset. She feels it makes her more humble to be a good slut instead of a rotten bitch. Would you like to be a good slut?” I asked her.

“Four Sir, thank you! Not really, I don’t think I can change who I am. I don’t want to change who I am. I have to be honest. I am doing this because I don’t want to be on restriction for three years, and I want to prove to my mom that I can do it,” she admitted.

It was the truth, so I couldn’t fault her for that. I didn’t see her asshole crinkle and pucker up either.

I hit her again, and this time, I asked “If you have to go through pain, humiliation, and obedience training anyway – why not get something out of it? why not just try and be a better person at the end?” I asked.

“Five, Sir, thank you!” my sister paused. I could tell she was taking my question quite seriously. “Fine, yes. I’ll do better. I’ll be a good person, Sir,” she said.

Her asshole didn’t wink. I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth, though, because it couldn’t just be that easy. I couldn’t just ask her to change and expect her to be a good person now.

“You are going to obey me and learn everything that mom and dad have to teach you?” I asked her as I swatted her.

“Yes, Master,” she counted the sixth one.

I have to admit that after that for the rest of the day, my sister was compliant, contrite, and well behaved. She listened and rarely made snide comments. The few times she did, they were well-placed jests that were often at her own expense.

My Dad hadn’t given me anything complicated to do to train them that first day. He hadn’t taught me anything yet. The first things the girls did was gather up the laundry and start vacuuming the house.

My mom frequently gave me suggestions on how to make mundane tasks take longer. As an example, I had handcuffed them wrist to wrist with their nipples touching while they did laundry and did the dishes by hand. My mother was the one who told me the position to put them in. I definitely liked the results of keeping them close to one another.

It took longer, but it was incredibly hot to watch them so close to one another, staring into each other’s eyes as their tits touched.

I would allow them to take short breaks between chores to conduct training exercises. My father had given me instructions to break the day up into chores and training. As an example, I frequently gave my big sister, one-word commands.

I used her as a table to finish the lunch my mother made me. I ate on her back while she grumbled and looked at the floor. My mom masturbated on the floor even when Annabelle skipped playfully into the room. Annabelle was giggling and chirping like a bird as she often did.

My father had given her permission to come and go as she saw fit around the house. He warned her that she would see the girls being trained and disciplined. I don’t think Annabelle took any of this seriously. I assumed she thought this would not last much longer once Tiffany had enough of this bitter medicine and refused to participate.

“Oh gross,” Annabelle giggled as she watched my mother fuck herself with two dildos and suck the other one. “You love putting stuff up your butt, don’t you?” she asked my mom.

“I am a three-hole whore, Princess Annabelle. I have three fuck holes, and my ass is one of them,” she admitted wistfully.

Annabelle looked shocked by what our mother had told her. I don’t think she fully processed. She went back up to her room and ignored us for a while. She flitted away to play Minecraft on MY Xbox upstairs. It was something she could typically never do because I was always using it. I didn’t mind though because I had new toys to play with.

The rest of the morning was spent cleaning the living room and kitchen. I followed my father’s task. My mother dutifully explained each tedious chore and then demonstrated before joining my sister to finish it.

Asses jiggled and tits bounced as they scrubbed, vaccumed, and tidied the house. It was hardly glamorous and there wasn’t anything sexual about it – but it still turned me on watching two women clean in the nude.

When it was time for lunch, my mother placed a raw hot dog upright in each of the slop bowls. She said that lunch usually involved a treat. The hot dog was the treat. It clearly looked like a dick bobbing and wiggling in the upright position.

Cherry demonstrated that she could take the entire hot dog down her throat and smiled after I gave her permission to eat.

“That’s a twenty-dollar blowjob. Just a few inches isn’t,” She looked at Tiffany with a smirk. My mother was trying to demonstrate that there was more to even the art of blowjobs then opening your mouth and getting paid.

I don’t think Tiffany truly understood the lesson.

My sister choked on the hot dog as she tried to fit half of it down her throat without swallowing when it was her turn. She sputtered and coughed. The hotdog flailed out and sploshed into her slop. “Practice makes perfect,” my mom smiled.

I gave them the order to eat their food, and surprisingly my sister ate almost all of her food on time. She finished it all when I gave her more time to finish her lunch. I was trying to encourage her and not make fun of her. Tiffany was trying to gobble the disgusting mess quickly. I couldn’t fault her for trying!

After they cleaned each other up and had their second bathroom break of the day, my mom told me she had to hang clothes outside on the line. It was the first time we were going into the backyard. I never thought much about the lawn. I wasn’t an outside kind of guy.

My mom hefted a big hamper full of clothes on top of her head. She told Tiffany to do the same.

Annabelle was dressed now in shorts and a simple top and returned to join us.

It was warm outside that day. The shirt said “Girl power” on it and had a unicorn. It looked a little too small for even her petite frame. Annabelle wanted to help. My mom said that it was up to me.

I told her to come along if she wanted. There were only the two hampers of laundry. Annabelle seemed perfectly fine to accompany us outside.

I guided my sister and mom by their cunts outside into the yard. I had two fingers in each of them as I walked in front of them. I was facing them and guiding them outside slowly. Annabelle laughed when I fingered them. “You better never try that with me,” she teased me. I smiled and said I didn’t intend to do it unless she deserved it.

“You just better not try it, or I’ll bite your finger off,” my sister joked. I was about to say something when I heard a voice from the other side of our fence.

“Hey, Gloria!” I heard a man’s voice say. It was obviously our neighbor. I didn’t know him very well. I froze in place. I wasn’t sure if he could see us. My pulse raced with the possibility we’d be caught outside.

“Hello Mr. Johnson,” my mother smiled her reply. “I’ve got my son and daughters with me this afternoon,” she said.

“I can see that,” he said. I couldn’t see him. I removed my fingers from their cunts quickly.

My mom whispered that he thought she was a nudist. She asked if I minded if she greeted him. I told her that would be fine. I was shocked that he wasn’t upset to catch us outside. My sister and mother were both naked.

“You hypocrite!” my sister whispered angrily at my mother. “You talk about all this required honesty, but you let him think you are just a nudist?” she scoffed. She seemed to think she caught my mother in some inconsistent logic.

“I do believe in total honesty and candor, Tiffany. If someone asks me a serious question I must give them a full and truthful answer. As I tried to explain earlier in the bathroom that does not mean I have to advertise to the neighbors. I don’t crawl down the street naked. I behave differently in my home than I do outside,” she said.

“Not by much,” Tiffany scoffed.

“In our world,” my mom meant the house, and around my father in general she follows my father’s rules absolutely. “In the real world that we share with other people, some discretion is required. I still have to carry out my duties. However, some people are not ready or willing to understand a consensual BDSM relationship. You certainly weren’t until you made it your business. If he wants to think I am a nudist, that is fine with me,” she whispered a reply.

“Doesn’t he get suspicious about your collar and times when you call him Sir?” I asked.

“If he did and he wants to ask me why, I would tell him the truth. I would rather he know the truth than fill in the blanks with the wrong information. In the meantime, he thinks I am a nudist, and if it is okay with you, I’d like to go over and introduce you both to him so that he doesn’t think we are being impolite. I know he is still watching us, Sir,” she asked as a suggestion.