Chapter 15

(As Told by Ted Reddick)

That first week flew by, and I learned a great deal from my father and mother about BDSM and power exchange in a relationship. I also learned a lot about sex, pain, humiliation, and fetish play. A lot more than I would have learned in any of the books or stories you read on dirty websites.

Every day my sister fucked up on something. She made a mistake or tried to trick me. Yet, each day she paid for and was punished. Every day I managed to figure out what she was doing and put her in her place. She would also get sloppy doing her chores or try to sneak food out of the fridge.

Dad hung her by her tits in the dungeons one day and made her stand on her tippy toes for an hour. He taught me a lot about how to use the Dungeon toys properly. He had a wooden wrack that he could bind my mother and sister too.

My mom switched between the role I knew her as before and Cherry frequently. Dad felt it was unfair to Annabelle that everything be turned upside down on her. He also wanted my mother to continue doing things as she had been doing with us. She wanted us to respect her and go shopping or do family activities together.

Cherry had to set an example for my sister. The harder it was for my sister to learn her place, the more my mother felt obligated to set a good example. She literally begged to be sent to the store dressed like a slut to finish the shopping with me in charge. The bag boys got an eyeful that day when I made Taffy and Cherry bend over and pick up the shopping and put it into the cart.

My mom attended a couple gang bangs that week. I made her tell me about them. She described sweaty bodies of strangers groping and strangling her. She said they pinched her tits and used her like a rag doll. She seemed excited by that treatment.

I fucked her almost every night that first week. I also ate her out, but not on nights she performed gang bangs. Dad warned me that would probably not be a good idea unless I like cream pies. He did make my sister eat her out.

Taffy did become a much better cock sucker with practice. She could deep throat without puking, but she still gagged and huffed. Her eyes watered, and she would get this disgusted look on her face when I choked her. I also made her fuck mom with a strap on.

Then I would make my sister get on her back and flop her legs over her head and suck her own dildo clean. It was payback for making me suck my own dick.

We did all of this out of eyesight of Annabelle. She was fine with the constant discipline. She seemed mildly amused by it.

There is nothing like making my sister kneel and look straight ahead while holding my toilet paper in her hands as I take a dump. I made her watch me and suck my cock when it got hard while I sat on the toilet. That made me feel incredibly powerful. I asked her to wipe my ass after I was finished, but she refused. She said that since she had not made me wipe her ass, I could not make her do it for me.

We rarely had a problem with limits and boundaries. I usually accepted it when she refused my orders.

There was one day that I sent the girls outside to the backyard. I made them lay out in the nude with their legs spread. I told them that they had to accept any offer they got to rub them down with suntan lotion. My sister had never made me do that, and she accepted it just fine.

I told her that if anyone offered to rub her down, I’d let her have a few cookies, and she was genuinely excited and hopeful that our neighbor would make an offer to rub his dirty old man hands all over her body.

If you can imagine spying on a mother and daughter lying naked in the sun in lawn chairs, you may have some idea of what the scene looked like. I assumed Mr. Johnson would be the first to offer.

Annabelle walked outside in a little bikini and offered to put lotion on them. I think Mr. Johnson nearly had a heart attack watching my little sister innocently rub lotion into her mother and sister’s bodies.

Nathan frequently came over. He and I were starting to become genuine friends. I think the fact he had an unlimited source of blowjobs at my house might have made him more inclined to get to know me. The first time he met my mother as Cherry, he was just as shocked as when he saw my sister nude.

My mom politely offered him a seat and brought him a drink on a tray. He couldn’t believe we were such an open family.

At school, Nathan and Sheila frequently let me know when my sister was rude or misbehaved. They didn’t have authority to punish her, though. I made her stand in corners and offer to erase blackboards. I volunteered her for some after school clubs as well. I wanted to see her as a Cheerleader! I can just imagine her without spanks as she jumps around in the cheerleader skirts. Unfortunately, tryouts weren’t for a few more weeks.

Sheila had surprisingly started dressing more conservatively around school. She stopped behaving like a party girl. I didn’t dare call her my girlfriend, but as far as I knew, she wasn’t dating anyone else. She wasn’t dating me either. I couldn’t leave the house unsupervised. So we were definitely not dating.

Sheila did visit the house a few times that week. She really liked Annabelle. My little sister was cute and not nearly as jaded as Taffy. Sheila and Annabelle were on the same daffy sort of goofy-girl wavelength. They both love Tinkerbell, and they liked to compare jewelry and talk about the Disney character from Peter Pan.

They also liked to watch my mother and sister act like puppies. I have to admit that of all the training that was the most enjoyable and one of the ones we did the most around the house. I frequently let them outside to frolic and sniff in the yard. Dad had rubber tails that they wore in their ass and leather snout masks they could wear.

It was an incredible transformation to watch Cherry become a dog. She’d scratch herself, lift her leg to piss, and jump around and bark playfully. Taffy reluctantly became a dog. I think generous applications of the joy buzzer helped make her more inclined to take it seriously.

We laughed and laughed as we threw balls and made them play fetch in the yard. Mr. Johnson was told it was just a game we liked to play.

Sheila said that watching my sister act like a puppy was the best gift she could have ever received. She even watched my sister poop on the lawn and didn’t freak out. Even Nathan didn’t want to watch that.

We had other visitors as well. My mom frequently had men I never met come to the house. She would greet them and ask permission to take them upstairs. Then she would take them upstairs for an hour, and they would leave happy. There were never any introductions, and they never seemed inclined to know who we were.

That week I learned how to hang weights from their tits and pussy lips. I became a master of rope bondage. I learned how to use shackles and whips.

Taffy was stoically willing to endure every humiliation. There were a few times Taffy said no to my orders.

I tried to make her hold an enema for ten minutes and she couldn’t do it. She said she thought her asshole would explode. I tried to fist her once. I fisted my mother all the time in private. Taffy had even watched me fuck my mom a few times. Taffy wouldn’t let me do that. She had never fisted me, though, so I understood.

That weekend my Dad took us down to a water park. He let the girls wear skimpy bikinis. Annabelle wore a tiny bikini as well. He gave them dares to flash visitors in the parks and made them attend our every need while we had a beautiful afternoon.

There was no drama. No arguments – just peace. My sister was no longer the source of all the arguments like she had been before.

If Taffy wasn’t in training, she would have probably insisted on buying an expensive bikini that never got wet. She would have ignored my parents and insisted on acting like she wasn’t even with us at the water park. That would have been the best-case scenario.

The worst-case scenario was that she’d make a scene and argue about something and then want to go home just when everyone is having fun.

That would have been Tiffany. Now she was Taffy – at home and at school. Even Teachers had started calling her Taffy.

Yes, I was called down to the office a few times, and so was my sister. We were given warnings, but there was really not much that could be done about the flashing. A teacher would have to admit he was looking up her skirt and saw she didn’t have on panties, and none of them wanted to come right out and say that.

We were told to keep whatever games we were playing more discreet and given warnings. I toned things down at school. However, I frequently volunteered my sister to pick up the trash in the parking lot or the student quad near the lunchroom. She was actually becoming praised by the teachers and faculty for being willing to volunteer for jobs most students had to be assigned as punishment.

Sunday’s House Meeting:

By Sunday, we had fallen into a pattern around the house. My sister and sometimes my mother was caged or bound in the living room. I awoke early and put her through her morning rituals and chores, and soon I was joined by my father and little sister. Cherry was usually around to help guide me.

This morning she was wearing her traditional white robe. She wasn’t Cherry – she was just mom. She made us a fantastic breakfast and waited for us to finish.

Dad said that he wanted to have the family meeting right after and start things out right. “We’ll talk about your sister’s behavior. We’ll go over what she did right, wrong, and what she should do more of,” Dad said.

“Then she’ll have a chance to talk about what she learned and what she longed for that she may not have received. We’ll decide as a family whether or not she passes this week and has only for weeks left of punishment,” he said.

Even though it was much earlier in the week, I knew that my sister had invited someone to the house to get me in trouble. She turned off the security system. I pointed that out when we were talking about her.

“Yes, she did. I also have your report of all her fuck ups at school,” Dad said that I was very thorough in cataloging every rolled eye, every insulting stare, every rude remark she made.

“Would you agree that your sister has made progress?” he asked.

My sister was kneeling on the floor. She was gagged with a red rubber ball and forced to listen to us talk without interrupting.

“Yes,” I smiled my answer while I admired my sister’s pretty blue eyes looking up at me from the floor.

She looked up at me like she thought that should be obvious. I added that she still had a lot of work to do.

“If she didn’t, then we would have only needed one week to complete her training,” Dad smiled. He asked my sister how my sister behaved.

“She did whatever I asked. I guess she was fine,” my sister was barely attention. She flitted around the room and half-listened to the conversation.

My Dad asked my mother for her input. She seemed surprised to be consulted on the matter. She said as far as she was concerned, Taffy could do more and be pushed harder. “She has done what was asked of her, but nothing more. She has tried to impress you, but she hasn’t tried to exceed your expectations. I think she has no idea what submission is, but you can’t expect more than that in a week,” my mom said bluntly.

Dad asked me to unfasten my sister’s gag and let her have a turn to speak. He told her to stand at attention. My sister stood up, clenched her ass cheeks, and stuck her tits out. She parted her mouth slightly as she had been taught and put her hands behind her head. He told he wanted her to be polite but absolutely honest in her responses. He explicitly told her not to tell him what she thinks he wants to hear.

“Do you feel you passed all the trials and learned your lessons this week?” Dad asked her.

“I didn’t know it was pass or fail, Master. I did everything that was expected of me,” she said.

“It is a yes or no question. Don’t make me get the crop. Do you feel that what you did this week entitles you to pass, or do you need to repeat the week?” he asked.

“Yes, master, I feel I should pass this week,” my sister answered him promptly.

“What lessons do you feel you learned?” he asked.

My sister rambled about humility, patience, obedience, and service. It was mostly what she thought my father wanted to hear. It was things she had been telling her all week.

“You’ve also learned that you will eventually be caught in your attempts to manipulate and deceive while you live under a microscope with no privacy,” Dad said. My sister agreed with that.

“You will be taught more advanced obedience techniques in week two. You will be doing more dildo play. Out of sight of your sister but under supervision. You will start pony training next week. You will continue your puppy training,” he said.

Annabelle was excited to hear about pony training. My Dad was dismissive about it and said that it would probably require going to a field someplace more remote than the backyard. He told us that pony training involved learning high stepping, canter, trot, and being treated like a pony.

Annabelle laughed and said she always wanted a pony. Dad said he might let her watch the training, but it was much more intense than the puppy training. My little sister seemed disappointed. I knew she loved ponies. She had posters of them all over her wall. She loved ponies almost as much she loved Tinkerbell.

“You will be wearing a medium butt plug,” Dad continued talking to Taffy. “I think you are ready to wear it at school. Everyone who wanted to see your fat ass has seen it. We may as well decorate it. I got a call from your Principal. Do you want to know what he said?”

“No, Master, but I have a feeling you will tell me anyway,” my sister said. She was used to being a little cute in her responses. She could get away with that by reminding my father he asked her to be absolutely honest.

“He said you were recently enrolled in a tutoring program with underclassmen to teach English. He said you were volunteering every day to pick up the school. He said that something has changed, and you are incredibly respectful. He said that all of your teachers have reported improvement in your behavior,” my Dad said.

“Is that because most of my male teachers like looking up my skirt in class, Sir?” she asked coyly.

“He did say he was concerned you clothing was skirting the line of the school dress code,” my father said.

“What dress code?” Annabelle chuckled. She said at her school girls wear even less than my sister does.

“Well, you don’t,” Dad hushed Annabelle. He continued to explain to Taffy that he was proud of her and hoped she would continue volunteering even after her five weeks was up.

I thought I heard Taffy whisper that wasn’t likely under her breath. I am sure if she really had, my father would have spanked her in the living room.

“Nathen has been accommodating. You’ve become a good cock sucker. I’ve asked him to visit more often. I would like you to greet him at the door. Don’t make your mother do it. If it is someone else, just introduce them the way you have done for Mr. Johnson. If anyone asks, you can tell them you are a nudist and don’t mind if they see you naked as long as they aren’t offended,” Dad said.

“I have given some thought to your training. Tonight, I have four friends I have chosen to visit. They are discreet. You and your mother will serve them dinner, and then after Annabelle goes to bed, you will demonstrate your positions. You will answer their questions. You will suck their cocks. They will inspect you and then grade your performance. As long as you have a C average at the end, then you will pass this week. I will invite more people next week,” Dad said.

“I want to be there!” Annabelle chimed in. She said she wanted to have dinner too.

“You can have dinner before they get here. This party is a little too advanced for you. You can make arrangements to spend the night at a friend’s house if you like. I will even drive you over there as long as it’s not too far,” Dad smiled at her politely.

Annabelle scoffed and said she’d rather stay up in her room. She rolled her eyes impatiently.

“I don’t want you to come downstairs for any reason,” Dad said. “I used to host parties in the house when you were all much younger. However, we haven’t been able to because we were concerned one of you would come downstairs. We are trying this on a limited basis,” Dad said. He said that was why he had to move his sex-parties to motels and other venues. We were always told they were date nights.

He asked my sister if that was agreeable to her.

“Yes, Master,” Taffy said. I was shocked she didn’t balk at the idea that adults will be there.

“They will each be donating one hundred dollars. Some donate more, but that is the minimum. I use that to cover the cost of the food and entertainment when we have get together. Your mother and I have agreed that we will take 25% of the money after the cost of food and drink and put it into a bank account for you. You will be able to access that money IF you complete your training. We feel that this will be a reasonable incentive for you to complete the training,” he said.

My sister rushed into my father’s arms and hugged him. “Oh my gosh, really?” she said.

Dad smiled and hugged her back. “I didn’t think you’d get so excited about money,” he laughed.

“It isn’t the money, really,” my sister cleared a small tear of joy from her eye. “I just thought you thought I was this greedy little bitch who only wanted to get rich. I have to admit I wanted to get something out of this like a car at the end. However, now I am just happy you think I deserve that,” she said.