Chapter 9

Hurry along to the bathroom, Barbie. There’s only ten minutes left of lunch, and I want to see you back here before next period. We have something to discuss.” Joe dismissed his sister, and Barbie nearly called him Master before catching herself and calling him Joseph, the way she had been told to address him at school.

Barbie closed the bathroom stall door, sat on the toilet, and finally got her first real look at Becky’s dildo. It was what Becky had called one of her “small” ones, yet it was easily as long as Joe’s cock when fully erect, although it was possibly thicker too.

The purple color and slick surface ensured it would never be mistaken for a real cock, but Barbie couldn’t ignore the fact that it had been specifically designed to go into a cunt and had been in Becky’s already. Barbie parted her lips and slipped the tip into her mouth, half expecting to taste Becky on it. She was a little disappointed to taste nothing at all except maybe rubber, but that was more likely her imagination as well.

Barbie pushed the dildo as far into her mouth as she could, forcing herself to gag quietly. She had already discovered that her thickest spit was at the top of her throat, and even though she was very wet already, she wanted to ensure the toy was well lubricated.

With one hand, she parted her nether lips, and with the dildo in the other, she lined it up with her hole and pressed it into the opening. Barbie had to scoot forward in the seat then lean back to be able to force the (to her) massive object into her channel.

In her mind, there were no thoughts that she was taking her own virginity even though her maidenhead was long gone thanks to the bicycle accident she’d had after her father had bought her a bike for her twelfth birthday. She’d put fingers inside herself but never anything larger.

This was the fist cock-sized object she’d experimented with, and it felt HUGE! And AWESOME! When the dildo was all the way in, Barbie moved her spare fingers towards her clit, slowly sliding them up her labia to find her button. She could feel her nipples now against her shirt. They’d already engorged and were in need of her fingers, but she had none to spare.

There was a time when Barbie wanted to be pure and unspoiled for her future husband. That time had passed for her now, and she desperately wanted to be very well experienced in giving pleasure for a future husband. She didn’t want to think about whether or not Joe would permit that – it was too far in the future to give serious thought.

She’d barely touched her clit when her phone chirped, giving her the one-minute warning! Not fair! She’d set her alarm for five minutes, and she’d used four already? Barbie quickly abandoned her slow, sensuous movements in preference for experiencing what a fake cock inside her would feel like if she was actually being fucked. She began to jerk the dildo back and forth on her tunnel, but it was a little disappointing.

Then her phone chirped again. Shit! How could she learn how to use a dildo in five minutes? She considered ignoring her phone but Master ... Joseph ... was waiting. She immediately yanked the dildo out of her cunt and popped it onto her mouth as she stood and flushed. Her juices were thick on the dildo, and she was now officially running late.

With absolute trepidation, the fake cock still in her mouth, her frantically sucking and licking it to get it clean, she opened the stall door to find ... no one. The bathroom was mercifully empty. She’d had no idea how she would have explained having a dildo in her mouth but was certainly glad she didn’t need to.

When she returned to Joseph, he was peering at his watch. “Five minutes, Barbie, not eight! Did you get off?”

“No, Sir,” she demurely replied then added, “It took a minute to get to the bathroom and another to get back. I barely had time to do anything!” Barbie heard her own voice sounding whiny, and she quickly apologized, making sure she thanked him for giving her the opportunity too.

“You can tell me later what the dildo felt like, okay?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, hoping no one had heard him use the word dildo.

Joe grinned like she’d already answered a question he hadn’t asked. “Just one more thing, Barbie. What’s my name at school?” He asked, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

“Joseph, Sir?” Barbie answered immediately.

“No. It’s just Joseph, and that’s the first time you’ve used it all lunch period. We have rules for a reason, and you’ve just broken three of them. It’s why treats aren’t the only way to teach you. After school, we’ll review properly, but I want you to be able to tell me what three rules you broke when you meet me after final period.” As if to punctuate Joe’s words, the bell rang.

Chemistry was Barbie’s next class, and she had to stand, so there was no chance of her getting in trouble. In fact, it wasn’t until the last class of the day with Mrs. Crowe that Barbie had any problems at all.

Barbie liked Mrs. Crowe, but she already knew the gossip was that Mrs. Crowe was over a hundred years old and as conservative as Barbie’s mother. That had never been a problem before, but when Barbie sat in the front row like she always did, but this time conscious of having her knees apart, Mrs. Crowe cleared her throat a few times while flashing her eyes from Barbie’s own to her bare legs.

It was clear to Barbie what Mrs. Crowe was doing, but she could only feign ignorance while keeping her knees apart. She did blush a little, though.

“I think you need to take that empty seat at the back of the class today, Barbara. I really don’t know what’s come over you, but if you’re intent on not protecting your modesty, I’m certainly capable of dealing with it myself! Move, young lady!”

Barbie’s face reacted to being called out in class as if she’d been suddenly sunburned. Her blush reached clear down to her chest as she gathered her textbook and stood up.

It was only then that she realized most of the class’s females were already sitting in the rear half of the classroom. Barbie had never noticed before! The only three other females sitting near the front were copies of herself as Barbara, the prim and proper schoolgirl. Mrs. Crowe never spoke to her again in class that day, ignoring her when she raised a hand to answer a question and instead picked someone else to do so.

Barbie felt bad that she’d angered the teacher but, at the same time, pleased that she hadn’t broken yet another rule. She’d figured out what the third mistake she’d made was too. She’d been late back from the bathroom. She’d forgotten to call her Master, Joseph, and instead had kept calling him Sir. Lastly, she’d used the dildo without express permission. She had been rewarded with a pussy playtime, but Joseph had never said anything about actually USING the dildo!

After school, she met Joe at the bus line and gave him the amended rules to read. “It is ironic that you broke our speech rules so quickly today, and yet you seem obsessed with defining rules,” he observed.

Barbie felt dejected and looked at her shoes. Joe patted her butt and then made her lift up her head as they waited to get on the bus home. “We’ve only just begun our lessons. You are going to make mistakes. I could cut you some slack, but that would set a dangerous precedent. I have to teach you a lesson in obedience,” Joe assured her.

“Yes,” Barbie agreed. She felt inclined to call him Master even then. It felt right to her, and yet that was the very reason she was in trouble. Joe’s rules called for him to be referred to as simply as Joseph in general protocol.

“Unless you want to be in pet mode all the time? Perhaps you would like to call every boy you meet, Sir?” Joe asked. The rules stipulated that in pet mode, that is exactly what she had to do.

“No, Joseph, it is just that you have been acting so much like my Master it is hard to think of you by just your first name. You are something more than that to me now,” Barbie told him what was on her mind. It was the truth to Barbie.

Things had advanced so rapidly since last night for both of them. Joe was flattered but reminded her he made the rules for a reason. “If you accidentally let it slip at the dinner table and mom finds out, then what happens?” he asked.

Barbie didn’t want to think about that possibility. It would probably raise more questions and create a lot of drama. “You are right, Joseph, and I am sorry.”

“I am in a hurry to get your training moving just like you are, Barbie,” Joe assured his crestfallen sister. “You brought up an idea that appeals to me on many levels last night. I wanted to add even stricter rules to the list,” he assured her.

The thought of even stricter rules, both terrified and appealed to his sister for a variety of reasons. She knew she wasn’t ready to commit to live like Tammy and be caged, but she was also quite jealous that they had the freedom to do things like that at their trailer. She felt that Dylan’s family was quite accepting and even supportive of these things and that her family would NEVER understand her desire to submit – especially to her brother.

The thought of asking Dylan to take charge of her had never entered her mind. It wasn’t that Barbie had a sexual interest in Joe before yesterday. She would never have thought of incest either. He was quite simply the big brother who had always looked out for her. Joe taught her to ride a bike.

She still remembered when Joe promised he would be behind her holding up her bike after he took off her training wheels. He guided Barbie a few feet, and once she was pedaling, let her do it on her own. The moment she looked back and realized he had taught her to ride the bike on her own was a tremendous bonding moment for the pair. It was years ago, and it was one of dozens of examples she had recently started remembering that had made Joe the only choice she could ever trust with her obedience.

That is why, as she boarded the bus, she was willing to accept any punishment he felt necessary – even if he wanted her to strip and let him spank her on the bus. As ludicrous as it sounded, she would have done as he instructed.

The boy who had sat with them in the morning was waiting like a hungry pelican waits for a fish for whatever seat that Joe chose to ride home.

“Hello Duncan, do you mind taking the window seat today? I need to read something my sister wrote for me, and I’d prefer no distractions,” Joe casually asked the boy when he saw that he was following them.

“Uh, Sure?” Duncan smiled. He was chubby and shy, very nerdy. At first, Barbie thought her punishment would be to sit on her brother’s lap in the aisle seat. She was terrified he’d finger fuck her where dozens of students could watch but willing to allow him to do it if he felt it was an appropriate punishment. She gritted her teeth and prepared herself for that ordeal.

Her little brother and sister was also going to be on the bus. Becky and Dylan were too, and even if they were not, rumors would travel fast. She’d have to accept the consequences of them discovering her new rules whatever they may be. She knew that may be an eventuality, but she wasn’t entirely ready for it to happen so fast.

When Barbie moved to sit on her brother’s lap, he pointed to Duncan. “No, sit there,” he said.

“Do you mind?” Barbie was red-faced and mortified.

Duncan could barely believe he was being asked if he minded if a pretty girl sat on his lap. He was so tongue-tied he could only fluster and nod that would be fine.

Barbie would have been flattered if she didn’t realize this was part of her lesson today. She was new to behaving slutty, and she had only ever done so for her brother. Barbie felt tremendous apprehension as she slid past her brother and sat on Duncan’s lap.

“You are in pet mode,” Joe told her and tapped the rules. The pet mode is applied to situations in public as well as in private. She didn’t have to strip, but her speech protocol was much different.

Once the bus was loaded and packed, Joe asked Barbie to show him her panties. Barbie reluctantly showed him Becky’s panties she had with her. “Read them to Duncan, what do they say?”

Barbie could feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach; she didn’t even know existed. “It won’t lick itself,” she smiled.

“No, try again and hold them up so he can see them. You are in pet mode. How do you address Duncan?” Joe asked.

“It won’t lick itself, Sir,” she smiled again. It was clearly a pained smile. She showed him the panties as discreetly as she could.

“Now show Duncan and I the dildo you borrowed,” Joe said calmly.

Barbie could feel Duncan shift his weight underneath her as his dick got increasingly hard. She was mortified but removed the purple dildo from behind the books she was using to hide them. She didn’t have a purse with her today.

“Did you use the toy again after your pussy time during lunch?” Joe asked her calmly.

“No, Sir,” Barbie’s face was so red, and she wanted to curl up a little ball as she held the dildo and panties low in the hopes no other students on the bus noticed them.

There was enough laughter and chit-chat on the bus that Joe felt no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Duncan’s mind was blown. He was too bashful to ask a lot of questions.

“Duncan, do you mind helping me today? I have to check the work my sister did for me,” Joe said.

Joe had barely ever spoken to Duncan before. Joe was the kind of guy who remembered names and was a good judge of character. He assumed Duncan was not exactly popular with the ladies and was not inclined to spread rumors. He also assumed even if Duncan did that, his friends wouldn’t be likely to believe a pretty, smart girl like Barbara Chipman let him see her dildo on the bus.

“Uh yeah,” Duncan managed a nervous reply.

“You are a saint, Dunc,” Joe laughed. “I am trying to teach my sister a lesson in how to speak to her betters. She thinks she can pick and choose when to do that at her discretion. Can you believe that?” he asked.

Duncan had no idea what Joe was talking about, but he picked up Joe’s body language that this was unacceptable and shook his head in confused disbelief.

“I just need you to do two things for me on the way home, Duncan. I want you to talk to my sister. She is going to answer every one of your questions by calling you, Master. Anytime she doesn’t, I want you to pinch her nipples through her shirt. Do you mind?” Joe acted like this would be a tedious chore and that it was a simple mundane request.