Chapter 14

THE CONTINUING EDUCATION OF BARBARA “BARBIE” NICOLE CHIPMAN

Written by Barbara Nicole Chipman

I have rarely ever been punished in my life. I’ve done a few things wrong, but my parents are pretty forgiving, and in the grand scheme of things, the worst thing that may have happened to me was I was on restriction for a few days. That usually meant I couldn’t go out to my friends, watch T.V., and I might have some extra chores.

It had never been as intense as what my brother just talked my parents into accepting. I don’t even know how he did it. The more I reflected on that scenario, the more I realized that I think a part of me believed Joe wasn’t play-acting.

I wanted to masturbate more than ever. My panties were soaked now. I wasn’t horny because I am an insatiable nymphomaniac all of a sudden. I think I just wanted a quiet time with my brother to let myself decompress from what we just did in front of my parents.

There had been so many first today. They weren’t all great either, but most of them were. I was still uncertain about my feelings about him giving me to Duncan. I know we talked about it, but I didn’t want him to get so bored with me that he wanted to give me away.

Joe had written into the rules before we had this conversation that I’d have to spend time with my family doing whatever they wanted. At the time, I thought very little about that requirement. I often spend time with them, but usually, it is something we both agree about. I knew he was motivated by his desire for them to see some benefit in my training, and they may be more willing to overlook some of my new behaviors.

When he told my parents I’d be required to spend time with them, it started to sink in that he might just give me to them the way he had Duncan. I would never suggest he would give me to them sexually. What I mean is that my sister is a chatty Cathy who can talk a mile a minute. If she had unlimited access to me for a full hour, it would become more than just a little annoying.

My little sister loves rainbows, kittens, unicorns, One Direction, BTS (the Bangtan Boys), Barbie dolls, dancing, ballet, ponies, cheerleading, and all sorts of silly girl stuff. I used to be into all of those things too but never as obsessively as my little sister can be.

Now, I was walking upstairs to ask to borrow her clothing and politely inform her that I’d be at her disposal to do whatever she wanted at least once a week. I wondered what my sister would think about that. She may not even want to hang out with me anymore. She’d be hanging out with this other girl her age who rides our bus a lot.

“Hey Sis, it’s me, Barbie,” I knocked on the door.

“C’mon Barbie,” I heard giggling in her room. She wasn’t alone. I opened the door. The little girl she’s been hanging out with non-stop for the last few weeks was in her room. They were putting on make-up and dancing around, looking at themselves in the mirror. She introduced her friend as Marilyn.

Ariel and Marilyn looked quite a bit alike. They were both petit and had long blonde hair. Right now, Ariel had hers pulled back and braided into a single tight ponytail like JoJo Siwa. They both were starting to develop breasts and were both very shapely and athletic. Marilyn was also a member of the Junior Varsity cheer squad like my sister. They were both cute girls just having a giggle-fest in front of a lighted make-up mirror hanging out. I didn’t want to interrupt my sister, but I was expected to obey my brother, and there was nothing I could do to delay any longer.

My sister’s room is immaculately organized. The best way to describe it is to imagine it as a collection of the girliest things you can imagine. She has Dollhouses, lacey pillows, stuffed animals, doll babies, flowery-things, silky-things, glittery-things, purple things, pink things, purple and pink polka dot things, mirrors, ornate dressers, jewelry boxes, posters on the wall – all the classic girl stuff.

My sister’s chore is to clean up her room. She seldom does, and because my mom spoils her, she ends up cleaning it up for Ariel. Now, no matter whose chore it would actually have been, it was MY chore to do. I was NOT looking forward to that part of my new life.

I’d agreed to be naughty and subservient, but I really didn’t want to deal with the mountain of crap my sister left lying around the floor while she flitted around playfully.

“Omg! Joe is such a jerk! He put you on restriction?” Ariel immediately empathized with me. I felt bad for making my Master look like a demanding jerk. That was never my intention. He had to be the bad guy in that scenario.

“You heard everything?” I said.

“That you have to do MY chores and hang out with me?” Ariel grinned like a ninny. She could seem like an angel, but she had a mischievous streak a mile wide. I knew she probably wanted to rub my nose in it, but she seemed genuinely sympathetic at the moment.

“I wish my Dad would make my sister have to obey ME!” Marilyn joked. She was wearing hot pink shorts and a little black top. They were pulled up around her hips and gave the impression she had a massive camel toe indentation in the front. Mom would have flipped out if Ariel ever wore something like that around the house – I wondered what she would think of me in it. I knew Joe might like it if I could find something like that.

“I don’t have to OBEY Ariel,” I clarified for my sister’s friend’s benefit. I only obey my brother and that was my choice!

“Yeah, but you have to do whatever your brother tells you! Trust me, if my brother could tell me what to do, he’d make me do all kinds of dirty stuff!” Marilyn blushed. She didn’t know the half of it, Barbie thought to herself.

“Well, I am sure Joseph will be fair,” I replied like I was just getting used to the idea for the first time.

“Joe even has you calling Joseph now! What if he expects ME to do that too?” Ariel got a little flustered and agitated.

“Well, don’t make the same mistake that I made with the laundry, and you won’t have to find out. Listen, he is waiting for me downstairs, and you probably heard that I need to find an outfit to change in. I hate to do this to you, but I need to ask to borrow something I can jog to the store in?”

“I can’t believe that lug is making you jog!” my sister started pulling clothes out of her closet and throwing them down on the floor.

“Hey, hey, I am the one who has to clean all that up,” I reminded her.

“I know, that is why it sucks to be you!” My sister continued throwing stuff on the floor and pulling things off their hangers. Her friend and her giggled at my expense. They were not being sadistic – they were just goofing on me, and I knew that.

She eventually came up with some long pink yoga pants with gold glitter lines down the sides. They would have been short on Barbie anyway. They were tight-fitting but hardly sexy, and the glitter made them impractical as something to sweat in.

I texted my brother a picture along with the message “panties on or panties off?”

“Yuck, and definitely off. Find something a little skimpier,” he texted back.

“Do you have anything else?” I asked as I looked through my sister’s stuff. She was smaller than me, and most of her stuff would be skimpy. My mom shops for her just like she did for me, and most of it was super cutesy. She had a pair of aqua colored shorts that might have been perfect if they didn’t have a picture of the characters from the cartoon “Adventure Time” across the butt. It’s hard to look sexy in those.

I had no problem changing in front of my sister. I took my shirt off and kept my panties on for the moment. I wondered how my sister would feel when I took them off to put whatever shorts or jogging pants I was going to wear on.

I started to try on a few things to make sure they would even fit on me. Lycra is very stretchy, but even it has its limits when it was bought for someone shorter than you. Beggars can’t be choosers, and the shorts would have to work. I texted a picture of them to my brother, and he didn’t like those either.

“Who are you texting those pictures to?” Marilyn got nosy.

“My boyfriend,” I lied as I wiggled into the tight little pair of shorts.

“Hey, my sister has panties just like those!” Marilyn noticed the caption right away on my panties. I’d almost forgotten that I had them on. I took a chance and asked if her sister was Becky Simmons.

“Yeah, those are Becky’s panties? Why do you have them?”

“I asked her to loan them to me today.” It made sense that Marilyn wasn’t at the trailer when we visited Dylan the day before. She was probably at my house at the same time. It may seem like an impossible coincidence but remember that Sebastian is a small town. My sister and Marilyn are on the same J.V. cheerleading squad and have similar interests. They ride the same school bus, and they look almost alike.

“They are so funny! It won’t lick itself,” Marilyn cracked up as she read the caption. My little sister turned pink and blushed when she thought about it. “She must really like you to loan you her panties. I would advise you not to lose those!” she said.

I tried to make the shorts work for me, but they looked absolutely absurd. I felt like Big Bird in my sister’s cartoonishly girly clothes.

“You could wear my outfit,” Marilyn was a little bit chestier than my sister, and her clothes looked good.

“What would you wear home?” I asked.

“One of Ariel’s Hello Kitty outfits,” Marilyn smiled. She apparently had her eyes on a pink ensemble. My sister aid it was cool that she and Marilyn traded clothes all the time.

Marilyn was wearing thong-style panties but no bra when she slipped out of her outfit. That didn’t surprise me because the tank top she had on was incredibly sheer, and bra straps would be hard to hide no matter how she wore it. “See if your boyfriend likes this?” she said as she handed me her clothes and stood in front of me in her panties. Her tits were like two puffy ant-hills, and her areola made up almost half of the freshly budding mounds on her chest.