Chapter 8

Things were running very smoothly in the first week. At night, Betty was well fucked and exhausted, but she fucked Alan until he fell asleep, and then she got out her dildo and fucked herself until she passed out next to him.

That Saturday things had fallen into a pattern for the two sisters. However, after breakfast, Karen did not make Betty impale herself over a huge dildo in the living room because their family was home. Karen insisted that Betty stand with her hands on her ass cheeks, plugged and gagged for an hour quietly.

Betty was frustrated but excited because she had grown used to this routine. Her pussy was slick with her own juices as she anticipated squatting low over a dick. She would have done it in the living room, even in front of her family. They had seen her insert and remove the butt plug and had seen her gagged.

Karen was not as willing to expose her son to that level of sexualized training. She didn’t mind him staring at his Aunt while she stood awkwardly waiting permission to stop holding her ass cheeks. She knew she couldn’t stop him from watching her, and the more she told him not to do it, the more he’d want to look.

Karen was very precise with her punishments. She waited precisely sixty minutes to give Betty permission to unfreeze herself and remove her gag and butt plug.

“How many appointments do I have today, Ma’am?” Betty asked her sister.

“Twelve,” Karen said.

Betty normally had six on Saturdays, and those were her busiest times. Karen had not only overbooked her. She had also called and texted some clients to drum up additional business. Betty liked that even if she didn’t say it. She never liked reaching out to her clients and talking to them. She did just enough to get them in the door and never any more. A few of them would fall in “love” with her and want to carry on long conversations.

Betty could focus on fucking while Karen focused on the business side of things. Betty was happy to play along with the discipline if it meant Karen would be a good partner. She was already confident that her finances were doing much better. She trusted Karen implicitly with her money and didn’t want to double check the finances. She wasn’t sure Karen would have let her even if she asked.

“Your first appointment is Randy. He will be here in an hour,” Karen said.

“Randy, the ass man or Randy the Titty fucker, Ma’am?” Betty asked with a bit of a grin. She acted submissive frequently, but she still kept her sense of humor about her.

“Randy, the ass man. Go give yourself an enema and wait for me to come into the bathroom. I’ll tell you when you can release it,” Karen said. She frequently ordered Betty to prepare herself in certain ways for her clients.

“Yes, Ma’am but Randy likes to GIVE me enemas,” Betty informed her. At first, Karen didn’t know Betty’s clients very well. However, she had made copious amounts of notes about them and knew that first hand.

“Yes, he does. You will not be releasing poop colored water while I am there. Go and clean yourself out so that when he gets here, the water is clear,” Karen said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Betty nodded and quickly walked to the bathroom to give herself a full enema.

“That’s so fucking gross,” Cheyenne snickered, and Savannah agreed with her sister. The sexy teenagers were sitting in the living room, being catty, and sharing secrets. They often made fun of their mother’s profession. Cheyenne and Savannah were both interested in the money, but they wouldn’t want to press flesh to earn any. They were annoyed and a little jealous of Karen’s control of their mother as well. They often made it clear they thought she was disgusting too.

“Where were you two last night?” Karen turned to the two girls while they were talking to one another. They didn’t appreciate being interrupted and accused of anything.

“Let me think?” Savannah put her finger in her mouth and thought hard. “I was at the corner of Nunya and Kiss my fat ass?” she smirked.

Cheyenne giggled.

“You two snuck out last night,” Karen said. She had proof and showed them her phone. She had taken pictures of the girl’s empty beds and the open windows. She had pictures of the girls smoking outside as well.

“Creepy as fuck! You shouldn’t be sneaking around snapping photos of us,” Cheyenne snarled angrily. She shrugged it off after a moment and said to show it to their mother. “She’ll spank our asses and put on a little show. So what?”

“No, we are done with that,” Karen insisted.

“Oh good, I was tired of that bullshit,” Savannah couldn’t stop laughing at her own joke.

Karen approached the two girls and looked down her nose at them. “Take your clothes off now. Every stitch!”

“Or what?” Cheyenne sneered She was every bit as big as Karen and probably quite a bit tougher. Savannah and she often wrestled each other to the floor when they argued.

“Yeah, you gonna tell Alan on us?” Savannah nodded. She had her long blonde hair in a tight ponytail and bobbed her head playfully. Alan was in the room, and he ignored the confrontation. He didn’t want any part of this. The girls could be loud, stubborn, and he hated confrontation.

Karen snatched Savannah by her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. “If I have to tell you what I want you to do twice, then you are going to regret it. You heard me the first time. Take your clothes off, or I will tear them off of you,” she said like a tough Sheriff trying to clean up outlaws in the Saloon back in the Wild West.

“I am not my mom,” Savannah glared daggers at Karen and reached for her hair, but she could not pry Karen’s fingers away from the ponytail. “I won’t play your perverted little games,” Savannah said.

“The time for games is done. Your room has been stripped. You have a mattress with no sheets, and all your clothes are gone,” Karen said. She had emptied their rooms when they were not paying attention that morning.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Cheyenne said as she pouted. “That’s our stuff!” she stomped her feet and stood up next to her sister. They were trying to intimidate Karen, but she didn’t back down.

“The problem is yours. You can’t keep your mouths shut, and you keep sneaking out. I also found your pills and marijuana,” Karen smiled and showed them photos on her phone.

“You fucking bitch!” Savannah clawed at Karen.

Karen slapped Savannah hard across the face and told her in no uncertain terms to settle down. “This is how this is going to go. You are going to take your clothes off. You are going to do what I tell you. You can EARN your stuff back if you are good girls. If you do not do what I tell you, I am going to turn you over to Juvenile Corrections and let you spend your school year wherever they send you,” she said.

“What? Just for some pills and weed?” Savannah thought that was absurd.

“Yes, and all the things you’ve stolen. I found a basket of anti-shoplifting devices and all these wonderful expensive clothes in your room. I’ll bet that the owners of those things would love to have them back,” Karen said.

“No one owned them! We took them out of stores,” Cheyenne stammered angrily.

“You can tell that to the police. What is it going to be? My way or you can explain it to the judge,” Karen said.

“Mah-ahmmmm!” Cheyenne and Savannah went to find their mother. She had the door open to the bathroom. She was on all fours with a Fleet enema bottle sticking out of her butt. Her pussy was facing the door, and she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at them helplessly.

They instantly realized their mother wasn’t going to side with them. Betty shivered with humiliation. She would never have let anyone tell her daughters what to do before this. The past week had shifted the dynamic in subtle ways. She realized that.

They asked her anyway. Betty smiled and suggested they listen to their Aunt Karen. “Just do what Aunt Karen tells you to do. I’ve got to get ready for my next appointment,” she said.

The girls went to Alan next when they didn’t get their way. He folded quicker than a Chinese Laundry on them. “Hey, I don’t know what’s going on. I am just trying to watch Atlanta play against Seattle,” he said. Alan pretended to watch the TV while secretly smiling.

The girls huffed, but they undressed. They glared at Mark and Tucker, who watched the spectacle. They had stripped before many times in the living room but always on Sunday night. “This is Saturday!” Savannah said as she dropped her dainty little purple shorts on the floor.

“This is every day. You will pick that up and fold it and hand it to me,” Karen said.

Cheyenne and Savannah were on clothing restriction once before. They had complained but ultimately did what their mother told them. They bristled at having to do it because their Aunt Karen told them they had to do it.

“How long do I have to stand here like this?” Savannah bent over at the waist without concern for her cousin and brother, looking at her greasy butt crack. Tucker loved noticing the differences between the girl’s bodies.

Their tits were about the same size. They were full and perky, but nothing like their mother’s huge knockers. Savannah’s asshole was light brown and a little greasy. Cheyenne’s was pink and dry, and when she bent over, Tucker could see all the crinkles around her tight little hole.

Savannah’s pussy was a fat and wide like her mother. Cheyenne’s pussy reminded Tucker of a pink handkerchief tightly stuffed in a pocket. Cheyenne slit exposed only her clit hood as if it were tucked in and protruding out of the tiny gap between her thighs.

Karen didn’t answer them. They wanted to know when they could stand up. They were used to being spanked and being done with discipline.

“You will stand like that until your mother’s first appointment. Grab your butt cheeks like your mother does and hold your mouths open,” she said.

Once the girls did as they were told, she stuffed washcloths in their mouth to shut them up. “If you continue to be rude or move out of position the next time, I will fill your mouth with soap,” she said.

The girls glared at her angrily but obeyed. They might have thought this was extreme if they had not grown used to seeing their mother standing this way frequently.

“Tucker, watch the girls. If they move or talk, let me know. I am going to prepare your Aunt Betty for her appointment,” She said.

“You mean Piggy?” Tucker joked.

Karen didn’t answer him. She walked into the bathroom and looked down at Betty. She was waiting dutifully with the enema bottle in her ass. She saw Betty remove her hand from her clit and place it down flat on the ground to support her weight.

“Were you playing with yourself when I walked in?” Karen asked.

“Yes, Ma’am. I was trying to get my pussy wet in advance,” Betty admitted. She could have refused to answer her sister. Betty believed that when she was asked a question, she had to be honest, and so she told her exactly what she had been doing.

“You are not to masturbate without my permission from now on,” Karen said.

Betty thought about balking at that. She acknowledged what her sister said but secretly planned to cheat.

“I can already see the steam coming out of your ears, thinking of ways you can hide and masturbate,” Karen observed dryly. Betty hid a wicked grin. “There are going to be some changes for you and your girls. They have been acting out of control. I want you to behave like a good example for them. Your playing with yourself like this out in the open is not a good example,” Karen said.