Chapter 1

Puppy Girl Competition – Introduction
Mrs Cindy Spanner: Stacey 16, junior
Mrs Mary Johnson: Megan 15, sophomore
Mrs Kathy Woods: Angie 14, freshman
Mrs Barbara Lane: Zoe 14, freshman
Mrs Maggie Hart: Karen, 14, freshman

5 mothers and their daughters join a new high school sport. This story takes place in the Cherish Valley universe.

“Remember, mom, I’ll meet you at the school for the meeting on the new sport. It starts at 3pm, don’t be late, there’s going to be a lot families there today,” yelled my daughter, Angie.

“Okay, dear,” I yelled back as I sipped my coffee. Angie was bounding down the stairs.

“Look on the bulletin board at the entrance for where the meeting will be held!” she yelled again as she walked out the door to meet with her friends at the mall.

“Okay, honey, have fun at the mall!” I replied.

My name is Kathy Woods; I was sitting at the kitchen table having my morning coffee wondering why I even contemplating about participating in family sports for the high school.

First a little about me, I’m thirty-four years-old and a stay at home mom. I never attended college as I didn’t have a high school sports letter. For a female to go to college she needed to win an individual sport or team sport in high school. My husband Bill works for the water department for the city of Climax, the county seat of Cherish Valley. We’ve been married for twelve years now. Our daughter Angie, who is fourteen, is in ninth grade.

High school sports around country were family participation sports. I had been lucky so far in that Angie hadn’t shown any interest in sports, whether at the church clubs or local clubs until now. That is until this new sport came along.

It’s called ‘Puppy Girl Competition’ and was recently sanctioned by the Board of Elders at the end of the last school year. Angie came home on the last day of school talking about it. There had been newscasts on social media and the net the last couple of months with discussions on podcasts and on the intra-valley net. Bloggers and editorial writers wrote their opinion on the new sport, but nobody really knew what the new sport was all about. Information from the county was held in strict confidence. There was all kinds of speculation as to what was required, so I would find out today. What we had heard was that there would be one competition against other high schools in the county; Bikini Bottom, Zip Down, and Climax. We lived in the area served by the Intercourse school district.

With Angie talking about the new sport, and asking me several times a week if I was going to see what the sport was about, I fretted all summer whether I wanted to be part of the high school team. Alma Martin, who a sings with me in the choir, told me in church last month that if half the rumors were true, then no self-respecting wife and mother would degrade herself in public for such a silly sport. She whispered to me that her daughter, who is fifteen, tried to convince her to join. We both agreed that nobody really knew anything about the sport so how could anybody agree to it, I mean, other than what we read on social media or the net.

Then there’s my neighbor two houses down, Glenda Scott. She also told me that she would never seriously consider participating in a sport that was rumored to humiliate an adult woman. Her seventeen year old daughter, Stacey, a senior, has never joined a sports team in high school. She asked me how I could join something that I had no idea what it was about? I told that I was just thinking of attending the meeting with Angie and see what the new sport was all about.

I talked it over with Bill and he seemed kind of cool to the idea. Not that I was going to join mind you, but I wanted to get his feeling about it. He was a little concerned that Angie hadn’t shown an interest sports, but that she still had four years of school left. He also didn’t like the family participation aspect either, even when he was growing up in Climax, but he said it was my decision if I joined the new sport or not.

As would happen, the Cherish Valley feminists were getting involved in the debate. Efforts by Anti-Degradation Feminists group brought the debate of the new sport into the public realm. The ADF was opposed by the sexually positive feminism group which advocated the new sport. Over the past three months the intense debate and acrimony between sex-positive feminists and anti-degradation feminists was referred to as the “Feminist Sex Debates”. I agree with the sex-positive feminism which center’s on the idea that sexual freedom is an essential component of a women’s freedom.

The ADF, in my opinion, exaggerated the dangers of this new sport by talking about the most shocking pornographic images of mothers being degraded by their daughters. Sex-positive feminists argue that access to this new sport is as important to mothers as it is to their daughters, and that there is nothing inherently degrading to women about it.

The school districts hadn’t even decided on a name for the new sport. The online chat forums were bantering around names like “Puppy Dog Trials”, “A Girl and her Bitch”, “A girl’s Best Friend”. But some of the critics were a little harsher with names like “The Bitch Training Cup” or “Best Bitch of Cherish Valley”. Last year we had a drama series called One Girl and her Dog - it was a competition for teen girls and involved rounding up sheep with her dog. The show only lasted one season but was fun to watch. The rumor was the idea for this new sport came from this show. I don’t know if I believe that or not.

So with Angie pestering me all summer, I agreed last week to at least go to the meeting with her and see what it was about. Angie was so happy that she called all her friends.

I finished my cup of coffee and got up to adjust my pink colored apron with cartoon characters on it. It was a Mother’s Day gift from Angie this year. It was all the rage in the valley for stay at home mom’s to wear a one-piece sun dress with buttons down the front and a belt around her waist. The dress length came down to below my knees and on my feet were red high heels with a four inch heel that spiked at the bottom. I liked my long blonde hair straight down to my shoulders with a curl at the bottom as I didn’t like my hair in a bun or ponytail and I certainly didn’t like my hair short.

I always start my house cleaning in Angie’s room. She usually left her clothes on the floor, like her thong underwear, training bras, and knee high socks. I gave into her about wearing thong underwear last school year as I thought it disgusting but she said it was all the rage with her friends. I couldn’t argue with that because the clothing stores at the mall all advertised thong underwear for girls as young as twelve. And the push-up training bras, I told her she didn’t need them as she had little nubs but she insisted, said she wanted to feel all grown up. The clothing stores in their advertisements, urge young girls to feel like a woman and wear push-up bras.

As I looked about her room there were two white thong undies on the floor. I picked them up and noticed that they were both crusty so I sniffed the crotch. Angie had been masturbating for some time now. I maybe a prude in a lot of things as my daughter calls it, but I smiled as I was a proponent of masturbating, the younger the better as the sex-positive feminists say. I put her dirty clothes in the clothes bag for washing.

I cleared off her desk where she does her homework and made her bed. I looked around her room and smiled. It was done in pink and blue pastel color’s with cute cartoon characters on the wall. I remembered when Bill and I painted it. She had her Barbie dolls on the shelves above her bed. Those Barbie dolls smiling down at me; it gave me such peace to be in her room.

I walked down the hallway to her bathroom. I could smell the toilet as I walked into the bathroom. Angie for some reason never flushed the toilet and it aggravated me and excited me at the same time. I look down into the toilet and see yellow water. My stomach tingles and my pussy spasms a little. I bite my lip and look around. Bill is at work and of course Angie as you know has just left for the mall.

I squat down in front of the toilet bowl, shame written all over my face knowing what I was going to do. Angie had never flushed the toilet even when I was potty training her. There I was squatting in front of her, giving her encouragement, as she sat on the toilet seat, her little legs spread apart as she pee’d. For some reason I let it go and never pushed her to flush the toilet. When she was a baby and I was changing her diaper on the changing table I would patiently wait until Angie let go of her pee, it came out in a little arc. I would quickly bend over and drink it in like I was at a water fountain. Afterwards, I would wipe up the spillage and put a clean diaper on her. I think Angie knew I would flush the toilet for her.

I opened my thighs as I was squatting in front of the toilet. I look around self-consciously as if somebody might be watching then slowly stick my face into the toilet bowl and breathed deep. Oh, fuck, how I loved the smell of urine.

I reach under my dress with my left hand and rub my cunt. I never wear panties when I am cleaning the house. The panties just get in the way of things. I look at the yellow water and think that I would just die if Angie or Bill caught. I feel my face flush with embarrassment as I put my mouth into the yellow water and drink the urine. How dirty and disgusting I seem if somebody walks in on me. This is my own little secret, I have lots of little secrets.

My left hand furiously worked my cunt and clit. I am close to cumming so I put my face into the yellow water. I am careful not to let my pretty blonde hair fall into the toilet that would be disgusting. I remove my head from the bowl and put the tissue ever so gently in the yellow water. I run the tissue around my neck like I am cooling myself off. I want to smell like Angie’s pee.

I look at the soaked tissue paper, open my mouth and stuff the tissue in. I quickly look at the bathroom door as if somebody will come walking in on me as I chew the tissue. After a couple of chews the tissue dissolves in my mouth. I feel a small orgasm over take my body as I swallow the tissue. I gives me a little tingle in my stomach to know that when Angie gets home she will notice that the toilet has been flushed. Fuck, you don’t know how horny that makes me.

I stand up and straighten my dress. As I flush the toilet I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Urine drips from my chin to my dress. I giggle out loud as I walk out of the bathroom.

I walk into Angie’s room and sit down on the floor, then I stretch out and look at the Barbie dolls on the shelf staring down at me. “Yes, girls,” I say to the Barbies. “I am a nasty mother and wife, but I can’t help myself!”

Then I wonder again about joining this new sport and how degrading it might be. The smile fades from my face. Do I really want to do this? I reach up with the fingers of my left hand and wipe the remaining residue of Angie’s pee into my mouth. ‘Maybe I really do like being humiliated,’ I think to myself as I put my finger in my mouth suck it. The Barbie dolls stare down at me smiling.

I have never had sex with Angie and I never really wondered why. I had sex with my mom when I was growing up, even had fun at the clubs, the Young Girl Club, the Whorehouse, and others. But I never forced myself on my daughter and Angie has never approached me about sex. If her friends were having sex with their mom’s, Angie never said anything to me. That is the way of life here in Valley, some mothers had sex with their daughters and some did not. Sometimes as I am lying here in Angie’s room I wish that we were having sex. Seeing her naked, her breasts with little buds protruding out and her cunt, probably with thin wisps of pubic hair growing out.

I sit up and look around Angie’s bedroom. Enough fantasizing, time to get back to work I say to myself.

As I drive into the parking of the school I see the anti-degradation feminists protesting the new sport. Well, that’s their right. I parked the car in the front lot of the high school and walked up to the front entrance avoiding the women of the ADF; a lot of families were entering the building, parents and teens eagerly talking about the different sports that were offered. Mom’s and dads, brothers and sisters were eagerly looking forward to sign-up day. I didn’t think that I needed to bring anything but myself as I was just going to see what this new sport was all about.

I walked down the crowded hallway looking at the signs announcing different sports.

I saw a poster for nude mother daughter tag team wrestling. I heard that the bodies got oiled up making it harder to grip the other person. Then there was nude life size chess, I had heard from one of my friends at church the other week that the castle was some sort of all glass bondage and discipline room that moved around on wheels and that one match could last all day. She said that the women were pawns and that if they were captured they were put in this glass castle and tortured for all to see. I shuddered wondering what kind of woman would allow that to happen to her. There was nude male and female soccer where dads played nude on his son’s team and mother’s played nude on their daughter’s soccer team, all players being nude of course.

Then there was nude volleyball with a twist, nude boys’ and girls’ golf that gave a new meaning to the word ‘putting’. As I walked further down the hallway looking at posters advertising different sports, I saw sign-ups for mothers cheerleading squad, mother-daughter field hockey. There was a request for team mothers all in sports.

‘Okay, there it is, puppy girl sign up,’ I say to myself as I spot the poster advertising the new sport. The meeting is in the cafeteria. I work my way down the crowded hallway towards the cafeteria.

I walk into the school cafeteria. Boy, was it crowded with mothers and their teen daughters. Looks like mothers and daughters are here in force today. I look around and see my friend’s, Mary Johnson and Cindy Spanner from church. Their daughters are talking to each other. I walk over to them and give them a hug. There is a lot of conversation going to around the cafeteria. All the lunch tables are taken and there are women standing along the walls. I look around and wave at Angie who waves back at me. She waves me over and points to a space next to her. I work my way through the crowd of women and girls.

I say my hellos to other women I know and squeeze through the crowd, waving at others. I am a little surprised about some of my friends who are here, but they are probably surprised at seeing me also. Standing next to Angie is Hanna Snyder who is the same age as Angie. They have been friends since first grade.

“Hi, mom!” Angie says with a smile. “This is so exciting!” she gushes.

“Hi, Mrs Woods!” Hanna smiles at me.

“Hi girls,” I replied nervously as I looked around. “Yes it is exciting. So many are here today.”

“This is gonna be so cool!” Angie says to Hanna.

“Where’s your mother, Hanna?” I ask.

“Oh, she’s over there some place,” the fourteen year-old waved her hand at the rear of the cafeteria.

A young woman walked into the class room working her way through the crowd of women to the front of the classroom.

“Attention ladies,” the young woman yelled and then clapped her hands. “Attention ladies!” she yelled louder. The cafeteria slowly got quiet as conversation died down. “Thank you! I am Miss Wagner, Coach Wagner to your daughters?” she smiled. “I am the newly appointed coach of the puppy girl team this year. I am twenty-two years-old and I just graduated from college last month. My degree is in the psychology of older women and how they behave.”

There was a murmur from the assembled mothers. There must have been a hundred or so mothers in the room. Miss Wagner waited for the noise to quiet down. I was standing next to Hanna and Angie.

“I’ll get into my background a minute, but first, I want to thank you mothers for coming here. I know this is not easy for you but we are glad you are here to support your daughters. As you all know, for girls to get into college, they need a high school sports letter, meaning, each girl has to be on a team that wins a sport or win at an individual sport at anytime during high school.”

All the mothers in the cafeteria were looking at Miss Wagner nodding their heads. They had also gone through this when they were in school. No wining team or no championship at an individual sport, then the girl did not get into college, period. Males had no such conditions, they all went to college, but girls in general and adult women in particular, had always been treated as second class citizens and always would be.

“Could I please have mothers and daughters stand next to each other or sit next to each other?”

“See ya, Angie,” Hanna said as she worked her way through the crowd of women looking for her mother.

It took a couple of minutes to everybody to sort things out. “Okay, first, this sport is new and the rules are still being written, this sport requires that five mothers sign up. Each school district will field one team with five mothers and daughters. The mix for each team, as mandated by the Board, will be any combination of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, or seniors.”

Coach Wagner continued. “So in an effort to reduce the number of mothers we have here, the board has decided we cannot accept mothers who have other kids at home, only families where your daughter is the only child.”

There were some moans and groans as about twenty or so mothers and their daughters left the cafeteria; some sounded disappointed. Another part of the debate which hadn’t been decided, but now I guess it has, was how much stress would the mother be under with kids at home. The rumor was that the new sport would be humiliating enough without other kids at home.

I looked at Angie and smiled. She moved her hand to mine and grasped it. It was comfort to hold hands with her.

Coach Wagner waited as those women left. “Next, the board has decided we cannot accept mothers who have full time jobs, but if you are willing to quit your job to support your daughter, that is permissible,” Coach Wagner said as she clasped her hands behind her back.

I looked over at Mary and Cindy, my two friends from church. We were stay at home mom’s. I looked around the cafeteria as fifty or so mothers and their daughters started leaving the room. Some of the girls pleaded with their mothers to quit their jobs. I could also hear some of the mothers who were leaving the room mutter about how unfair it was to be penalized for working.

As the room cleared out, the women who were standing along the walls moved in to sit down at the vacant lunch tables. I pointed at table a couple of rows over and we and moved over to it.

There were about fifty mothers and daughters in the cafeteria waiting on Coach Wagner. “Again I am Miss Wagner, or Coach Wagner, most of you have probably heard of me, I worked on some of the female issues for the Board of Elders last year while I was still in college,” Miss Wagner smiled as she looked around at the women. “I have a minor in ‘Female Masturbation’ and a certificate in ‘Lap Dances.’”

The mothers looked at each other. I had heard of Miss Wagner last year when the Board of Elders was deciding the dress codes for all teen girls at the high school level. I thought she was pretty smart with her arguments.

“But, enough about me, I’d rather focus on this new sport called ‘Puppy Girl Competition’ as sanctioned by the Board of Elders.”

So that was the official name of this new sport. We were all sitting now anxiously watching Coach Wagner for what she had to say about it. Angie moved forward to the edge of the bench and looked at the coach.

“As you all know, the Board of Elders agreed to try out this new sport this year after hearing arguments for it and against it last school year. The board decided for it because they want your daughters to have every chance at obtaining a college degree. There are a lot of sports throughout their four years of high school and not every girl is cut out for them. This new sport, this puppy girl competition, is another avenue for your daughters to be winners.”

Most of the mothers clapped and smiled at hearing this. It was true that if a girl at anytime during high school won first place in a sport then she could attend college, no matter what year of school she won it.

“But, probably what you have not heard is that there are some stipulations that the Board of Elders has attached to this new sport, such as, if our school district finishes second, third or fourth place, your daughters will not have a chance to go to college, ever.” Coach Wagner looked at the mother’s sitting before her.

There were groans, grasps and whispering amongst the fifty or so remaining mothers. The youngsters looked worried and Angie looked at me.

A mother stood up with a worried look on her face. “But my daughter will be able to attend college if she wins in another sport, right?”

Everybody looked over at the woman who asked the question and then looked at Coach Wagner. That was a fair question because if you lost at one sport you could always try another.

“No, they will not be eligible to join another sport after this one, no matter what grade your daughter is in high school.” There was loud murmuring and talking between mothers and daughters. “Quiet, ladies, as I was saying, they will not be able to join another sport and thus would be ineligible to go to college.”

About ten mothers stood up and worked their way out to the cafeteria door. I shook my head, this was not good. Their daughters did not look happy.

There was still whispering and murmuring in the cafeteria. “Quiet, please ladies,” Coach Wagner said.

The room was quiet but I looked around and saw a lot of nervous and worried looks on faces. Angie moved her hand to mine and grasped it.

Coach Wagner continued. “Another stipulation is, once you start your training in this new sport, none of the five mothers can back out or quit. As I said before, the teams are made up of five girls and their mothers. If any one of you quit, meaning if you quit your daughter, or you can’t take the training any more, then the whole team, mothers and daughters disbands and your daughters lose out.”

None of the mothers said a word and Angie looked at me. I sat there staring at the coach wondering if I had heard her right. An all or nothing proposition: I didn’t like this type of condition. Angie squeezed my hand.

“What five of you mothers are about to embark on is not to be taken lightly. You should give serious thought to this new sport, not only for your daughter and her future but for the other mothers sitting around you who maybe on the team. Look at each other. Today is Monday, training starts Wednesday, if any of you quit after Wednesday, then write off your daughter’s future.”

The coach looked out at the mothers and daughters sitting in the cafeteria. I looked around the room catching the look on Mary’s and Cindy’s face. I don’t think that they expected this turn of events, I know I didn’t. Angie had worried look on her face.

Coach Wagner walked to a lunch table and sat down on top of it. “Now, little bit about this program and competition. As I said before, I need five mothers and their daughters.”

Coach Wagner said, “I see that I have about forty or so of you still here, that is good, as your still curious about this sport. Do I have mothers whose daughters are in ninth grade? Please move to this side of he room, sophomores over there, juniors over there and seniors here in front.”

Angie and I got up and walked over to another lunch table and sat down with ten other mothers. I noticed that Hanna Snyder and her mother were gone. Other freshman girls and mothers sat down at the lunch table.

Coach Wagner did a quick count of the four groups. “Okay, nice, twelve freshmen, ten sophomores, ten juniors, and 8 seniors. As I said, we only need five of you from any grade level.”

Coach Wagner got off the lunch table and walked around. “If you don’t know each other please introduce yourselves.”

I didn’t know any of the mothers and girls in our freshman group. Laura Andrews and Kari Olson, knew Angie but I didn’t know their mothers.

After a couple of minutes Coach Wagner continued. “I know you all want to be on this team with your lovely daughters otherwise you wouldn’t be here, you would have gotten up earlier and left.” There were chuckles and giggles around the room. Coach Wagner got a serious look on her face. “But in order to win this year, the mothers must buy into the notion that you will be puppy girls.” Coach Wager stopped and looked at the two groups of mothers. “A puppy girl is a female dog which is also known as ‘bitch’”.

My stomach tingled and pussy spasmed when I heard Coach Wagner say that. I think I also got flushed in the face. Angie looked embarrassed as did the other girls at the lunch table.

There was murmuring at the tables. I took a deep breath: a bitch, a female dog. We all knew about this from the debates, so it really was nothing new, but to hear it out loud in a group setting with our daughters sitting next to us was a little unsettling. Some of the other mothers looked embarrassed and some fidgeted with their hands not looking up.

“I mean, mothers, you have to think it, live it, drink it, and be it. This is going to be a difficult two months for you, but think carefully, your relationship with your daughter will change over the next two months, I like to think for the better.”

I was dismayed at how quickly my pussy got wet just hearing coach Wagner talk about it. I looked at the women at my table, sitting with full attention, listening. Angie and I looked at each other and I wondered exactly how my relationship with her would change.

“What this means mothers is that you must give up the traditional parent child role.” There was murmuring from the tables. “For all of you this will be difficult, but for the next two months your daughter will be responsible for your welfare not the other way around. She will have complete control your daily actions.”

I sat forward wondering exactly what she meant. I also hoped that I would not have a wet spot on my dress when I stood up. Give up my parenting role? Angie was fourteen, how could she ever know what parenting is like at such a young age. I looked at her as she sat forward on the bench looking at the coach. She had a slightly different look on her face. That puzzled me.

“Explain this ‘complete control’ thing?” a mother at the high school table asked.

Coach Wagner looked out the three groups of mothers. “It means, that your daughters are responsible for your training, well being, feeding, cleaning, every aspect of your life, just as she would if she had a real female dog, a bitch. Your daughter will own your body and your mind for the two months of training leading up to the competition.” Coach Wagner paused. “Think of it this way, she will become the parent and you will become the child.” There was murmuring. “Also, along with this and I don’t want to hit this one too hard, but, the rules as written by the board state that you will break off marital relations with your husband for the duration of the training and competition.”

There was complete silence as the mothers stared at Coach Wagner. I’m wondering if I heard this right. Break off sexual relations with Bill? He had the most lovely ten inch cock I had ever seen. Fuck I loved suckling that monster, my nose buried in his pubic hair as he slowly pumped his hips pushing his cock into my throat. I had learned to deep throat in middle school. I could take about twelve inches down my throat with no problem. We both loved it when he sat the toilet seat with his beautiful cock sticking out and I was kneeling in front of him deep throating him.

I shook my head bringing myself back to reality. I looked at Angie again and she had an excited look on her face.

Coach Wagner looked around the cafeteria. “In other words, your daughter will be responsible for your training, discipline, feeding, care and your sexual needs just as she would with a bitch.”

All the mothers looked aghast saying, “What the fuck?” “What the hell” “This is bullshit”. There were grasps around the classroom.

I looked down at the table top and squirmed on the bench. My cunt was getting very wet now. ‘Fuck!’ I thought to myself. This would be horrible to turn my life over to my daughter, but it also excited me. Angie looked at me with a hopeful look on her face, almost as if she really wanted me to join up right then and there.

“Quiet, ladies! Let me explain what that means.”

“Damn right you’re going to explain that one,” a mother at the senior table said as she got up. It looked to me like she would run for the exits.

“It means that for the duration of the sport, from Wednesday to the day after the competition on the Autumn Harvest, your daughter will control your relations with your husband.” There were murmuring and grasps, mothers and daughter whispering to each other. Miss Wagner raised her voice over the noise. “Too include sexual relations.” The mothers got upset and started talking. “It means ladies, quiet please, it means that your husband will have to ask your daughter when he wants sexual relations with you, please be quiet, it also means, that your daughter, during the two months of training, can approve or deny your sexual relations with your husband or any affections that your husband may show towards you.”