Chapter 4: Punishments, Shopping and Friday Practice

Puppy Girl Competition 4:

Coach Wagner, recent college graduate, age 22
Cindy Spanner, 37, Peaches, Akita: Stacey 16
Mary Johnson, 35, Cricket, Water Spaniel: Megan 15
Kathy Woods, 34, Baby Girl, Yellow Retriever: Angie 14
Barbara Lane, 34, Foofu, Border Terrier: Zoe 14
Maggie Hart, 33, Coco, Irish Setter: Karen, 14

“Get up, mom,” yelled Angie as she walked into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

“Oooh,” I moaned as I tried to sit up in bed. My wrists were tied behind my back so it was hard to sit up.

Angie sat down on the bed beside me and worked at untying the silk scarf that held my wrists. “You tossed and turned a lot last night. You kept waking me up.”

“Sorry, but having my wrist tied is very uncomfortable.” I said as I stood up and rubbed my wrists.

“Well, if you keep tossing and turning then I’ll have to tie you to the bed,” smiled Angie as she stood up and let the towel drop to the floor. I gulped as I stared at her lithe fourteen year-old body, small budding breasts and a completely bare cunt. As she walked across the bedroom to the dresser she looked over her shoulder. “Stand in the corner facing the wall, no peeking!”

I blushed as I walked to the corner of the room and stood facing the wall.

“Nose touching the wall, mother!”

I scooted a couple of inches closer to the wall.

“We have practice at 2pm at the church. I’m looking forward to today’s training, aren’t you?” she asked as I heard her putting on a shirt.

“Um, yes, I guess so,” I replied. I didn’t know if I should be happy or not.

“Did you remember that school starts Monday? I have to go shopping for clothes and you’re gonna come along, right? The mall is having ‘back to school’ sales today and this weekend.”

I nodded. “Um, yes, sure.”

“You seem unsure of yourself today, what’s going on?”

“Well, honey, I was kinda hoping that I could take the day off until practice. Kind of relax a little bit.” I heard her walking up behind me. She put her arm around me and directed me out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the stairs.

“You are relaxing. I mean this competition training isn’t very difficult. You just have to follow my directions, plus I haven’t been very hard on you.”

She followed me down the stairs. I was still naked but Angie was dressed in a blue t-shirt that had “Girls are cool!” across the front. She wore a denim skirt and flip flops. I bet she wasn’t wearing any panties under that skirt.

“Um, where are we going?” I asked as we got the bottom of the stairs.

“You have to relieve yourself?”

Fuck! No way! I’m thinking. She seriously can’t be thinking...

“Outside, you have to relieve yourself outside, remember?”

God damn it I knew it! “But what if I have to go ... number 2?”

“You mean poop?” smiled Angie.

“Angie, come on!”

“What do you want me to call it?” she giggled.

We stopped at the sliding glass door. I turned to her. I couldn’t think of a better phrase. I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay, call it poop then!”

“Excellent, mom,” Angie smiled as she opened the door. “Here you go, do you have to poop?”

My face went flush. “Well, not right now, but maybe later today.” How fucking embarrassing when my daughter asks me if I have to poop. I mean I used to ask her that question when she was little. And why did I feel a flash of excitement tingling between my legs!

Angie pushed me out the door into the backyard. “See those flowers over there?”

I nodded.

“They look like they need watering,” she said with a smile as she stood in the doorway.

I took the hint and walked over to the flower bed. I had planted the flowers about three weeks ago but really hadn’t watered them much. The flowers didn’t look that bad, I mean they weren’t dying.

I looked at Angie standing on the back porch smiling at me. I turned and kind of backed up over the flowers and spread my legs, bent at the knees and grunted a little bit. My pee flowed out. The soil was soft so I sunk in a little, the dirt grinding in between my toes. I looked down between my legs and moved my hips a little trying to spread my pee over the flower bed but not splash my legs. All the time, I felt Angie watching me. After a minute or so I shook the final droplets of pee from my crotch and stood up straight.

“Very good, mom,” smiled Angie.

I smiled back at her as I walked towards the porch. I wiped my toes on the grass removing the sand and soil. The neat thing about our backyard is that nobody can see into it. There are large chestnut trees and pine trees around the perimeter of the yard plus the fence line is like ten feet high. I felt secure and safe walking nude in my backyard.

“You let me know when you have to go poop,” Angie smiled as she stepped through the sliding doors ahead of me.

“Yes, honey,” I replied as I followed her into the living room.

Angie turned around and looked at me. “No, you stay outside.”

“What?”

“We’ve been instructed by the coach that when you go outside to pee or poop that you stay outside, just like a dog.”

“You’re kidding right?” I replied with a surprised look.

“No, mom, I’m not kidding. You have to get used to the idea that when you relieve yourself outside that you stay outside for a certain amount of time, just like we would make a real dog do, if we had one.”

“But, but, I don’t have any clothes on,” I protested as she put her hand on my chest as she pushed me out the door.

“So? Be glad that I am not making you be on all fours yet.”

“What?” I asked again.

“Mother, you can be so stupid sometimes. Don’t you get it? Eventually when you are on your hands and knees performing as my pet, I will put you outside, you have to get used to the idea. Now, stay outside until I let you back in.”

Angie closed the sliding glass door on me. She turned away from the door and walked out of the living room. She didn’t lock the door, she didn’t have too, she knew I wouldn’t try and open it.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned around looking at the yard. Damn it. Now what do I do? I walked over to one of the recliner chairs and sat down. Then I leaned back in the chair and stretched out.

A couple of minutes later I heard the sliding door open. “Mother, I’m so disappointed in you!”

I quickly sat up and look at Angie. She was standing there with her hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face.

“What! What did I do?”

“You’re sitting on the furniture, mother! I told you yesterday that you couldn’t sit on the furniture.”

“I, um, okay.” Fuck! How could I be so stupid?

“Come here, mother!”

“Angie, darling, look I’m sorry,” I stammered looking fearful.

“Now!” Angie yelled as she pointed at the ground in front of her.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the ground shuffling towards her like a bad child. This was what she used to do when I was mad at her. I stood in front of her. She reached around and slapped my ass cheek with her hand.

[SLAP], “Ouch!” I said trying to move away from her hand like a child would.

“Bad mother! Go to your room and wait for me!”

As I squeezed past her into the living room, she slapped my ass again.

[SLAP], “Ow!” I said.

“Hurry it up!” Angie yelled.

I hurried through the living room and up the stairs. I stood in the middle of the room with my arms folded across my chest. I could feel my cunt juicing up. Why was that? Was it because I enjoyed being punished by my daughter? I mean, usually when a woman gets wet between her legs she is anticipating something sexually exciting. Is being punished sexually exciting to me?

I heard Angie stomping up the stairs. I was nervous and my heart was pounding. She walked into the room.

“Go get Miss Riding Crop,” she ordered. I walked past her as quickly as I could and down the hallway. I walked into her bedroom but I couldn’t find the riding crop on her desk.

Oh fuck! I said to myself. I was in a panic! Where the fuck was the thing?

“Hurry up, mother!”

“Coming dear!” I replied as I quickly looked around her room. I squatted down in front of her desk and saw the crop on the floor behind it.

“You’re wasting my time, mother!”

I grabbed the crop and hurried out the bedroom door and into my bedroom. Angie was standing there with her arms folded across her chest and her left foot tapping the ground.

“That took entirely too much time! Do you want to be punished even more?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find it.”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Now stand straight with your hands on top of your head.”

I quickly stood straight and put my hands on my head. I saw that my nipples were sticking straight out. Damn, must be the cool air in the room.

Angie put the end of the riding crop in front my mouth. “You know what to do.”

I puckered my lips and kissed the end of the riding crop and said, “Thank you, Miss Riding Crop!”

“Good, now five lashes on your rear end, mother. After each lash I want you to say the number and ‘I am a bad pet!’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, honey!” I gulped as I gritted my teeth for the lashing.

[SMACK], Ow! “One, I’m a bad pet!” I said.

I could hear my daughter walking back and forth behind me. “I don’t like to punish you mother. You’re an adult and you should know better.”

[SMACK], fuck! “Two, I’m a bad pet!”

“You’re a mature woman, mother, and I love you very much!”

[SMACK], Damn it! “Three, I’m a bad pet!”

“But, I see now that I will have to spend more time correcting your behavior.”

[SMACK], Fuck! “Four, I’m a bad pet!” I felt her hand on my left ass cheek as she rubbed it up and down. It seemed to linger for a moment near my anus.

“I want you to be a good pet for me mother, don’t make me punish you all the time.”

[SMACK], Fuck it! “Five, I’m a bad pet!”

Again, she put the end of the riding crop to my mouth. “You know what to do.”

I leaned in and kissed it. “Thank you, Miss Riding Crop for correcting my behavior.”

“Good, now go stand in the corner!”

I dutifully walked to the corner of my bedroom and stood facing the wall. I scooted a little more forward and put my nose to the wall. Angie walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

Here I was staring at the wall a second time this morning and I hadn’t even taken a shower or brushed my teeth. About five minutes later Angie came back into the room.

“Times up mom, time to take a shower.”

I turn around and headed out of my bedroom. Angie followed me down the hallway to the bathroom. My rear-end hurt a little as I took a shower with Angie watching. She was kinda peeking her head inside the shower curtain. She and I didn’t say very much as I brushed my teeth. I was getting used to her staring at me in the bathroom.

“So, do you have to go poop yet?” Angie asked out of nowhere, a hint of eagerness in her voice.

“Um, no, not yet,” I kinda smiled as the last of the shower washed over my body.

As I finished my shower I noticed there was only one towel hanging up. “What can I use to dry myself?” I asked. Angie was looking at me with a smile. I think she set this up on purpose.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask,” she smiled at me. I didn’t like the look of the smile. “I want you to get on your hands and knees in the tub and I will dry you off.”

“What? You’re kidding!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding, mother?” Angie asked as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

“No, but I think you’re enjoying this.” I replied as I got down on all fours.

“Yes, mother, I’m enjoying this,” Angie said a little louder as she stepped into the hallway and opened the closet where the bath towels were stored. “Don’t say a word, or else,” Angie said as she knelt beside the tub with a towel. She dried my back, then my head and face. She really rubbed the towel into my skin. I must say it did feel kinda good, in a relaxing way. Then she took the towel under my body and dried my breasts and stomach. She really worked my breasts, drying them this way then that way. I felt her hands through the towel, kneading my flesh.

Angie scooted herself to the end of the tub and placed the towel on my waist then took a handful of it and moved between my ass cheeks. Damn that felt good as she rubbed up and down between my cheeks, the towel rubbing up against my anus. Then she moved the towel down to my cunt and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. She placed her left hand on my rear-end and used her right hand to rub the towel into my cunt. I felt myself getting very wet and I longed to cum.

“There we go, mom, all nice and dry!” she cooed. I almost let out a moan of my own. Damn, her fingers were strong as they worked the towel into my cunt, strong and feminine.

“Up you go,” she said as she stood up from the side of the tub. “Dry off your legs and arms and meet me downstairs.”

I nodded my head as she said I couldn’t talk yet.

I walked nude in the kitchen a couple of minutes later, Angie was sitting at the table eating oatmeal. On the kitchen counter were the doggie treats we had bought yesterday. I looked at them.

“Yes, mom, that is what you are eating this morning.” Angie said as she put a spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth.

I nodded my head and took several treats in my hand. “Take the bag of treats and stand in the corner there,” Angie ordered me as she pointed to the corner of the kitchen.

I stood facing the wall eating the doggie treats. After ten minutes and five doggie treats later I hear Angie preparing the bowl of water. “Come, have a drink of water,” she said as she placed the bowl on the ground.

I turned around from the kitchen wall and stared at it. She had placed the water bowl on the floor. I hesitated looking at the water bowl. “Yes, mom, on your hands and knees to lap up the water,” Angie smiled from the kitchen table.

I gulped, walked over to the bowl and got down on my hands and knees. I put my face in the bowl and stuck out my tongue. I used my tongue to lap up the water. Next thing I knew Angie was standing next to me as I lapped up the water. She squatted down and rubbed my back.

“You’re so beautiful when you do this,” Angie cooed as she lightly ran her fingers up and down my back.

I raised my head a little. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I say without thinking. I was blushing several shades of red.

[SMACK], “Ouch!” I yelp and jumped a little. My daughter had slapped my left ass cheek.

“Damn it, mother! You don’t have permission to talk!”

[SMACK], “Ummm!” I groan as she slapped my right ass cheek.

“Why do you fuck up?”

[SMACK], “Ummm!” that was a harder slap on my left ass cheek.

“You are a bad pet!” Angie said between gritted teeth.

[SMACK], Fuck! That hurt. Here I am on my hands and knees with my daughter punishing me for talking. She stood up and I looked up at her with embarrassment on my face.

“Upstairs, we are going to start practice now,” Angie said angrily staring down at me. I hesitated as I looked up at her. I was a little scared as I watched her expression.

“Now, mother!” she almost yelled.

I was about to tell her that she didn’t have to yell and that I was still her mother and she couldn’t talk to me that way, competition or no competition, but I managed to control myself.

I stood up and hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I ran to the middle of my bedroom and stood there. I heard Angie walking up the stairs.

“You disappoint me, mother!” Angie yelled as she walked up the stairs. Fuck that was a familiar statement. I used to tell Angie that when she was in trouble.

My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I was nervous about what she was going to do.

Angie stood in the doorway looking at me. I was looking back at her. I was nervous. She stepped into the room and walked up to me. “Practice has started,” was all she said. I almost nodded in response.

Angie put her hands on my breasts and squeezed them. Then she stepped back, turned and walked out the door, down the hallway. I heard the doggie bell tinkling as she picked it up. She came back in the room and attached the bell to my collar without saying a word. Then she stepped back and looked me up and down. I still had my hands behind my head.

She walked up to me and took hold of my erect nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and twisted them.

“Bitch! You are such a stupid bitch sometimes, mother!” hissed Angie.

That hurt my feelings. My eyes welled up with tears. How could my daughter say something like that to me? She was staring at me just daring me to say something.

Angie wasn’t tweaking my nipples that hard that she moved my body back and forth. I maintained my composure so that the doggie bell didn’t tinkle.

“You’re my bitch, Baby Girl, but you can be such a bad pet sometimes.” Angie had a thin grin on her face as she twisted both nipples. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Stand still Kathy, don’t move. “You can be such a bad mother, a bad bitch that you piss me off!” She gritted her teeth and squeezed my nipples.

She let go of my nipples and walked around behind me putting her cheek on my shoulder. Then reached around me and took both my breasts in her hands. She gently rubbed my nipples with the palms of her hands. Then she kissed my shoulder.

Her mood had changed. “You’re my pet, mother. My bitch. I love you so much for doing this for me but you can make me so mad sometimes.” My daughter snuggled her cheek between my shoulders and kept rubbing my breasts.

I began to moan.

“Shush Baby Girl, no sounds,” Angie ordered. She moved her hands from my breasts down to my stomach. I almost groaned with disappointment.

“Move your legs apart, Baby Girl, shoulder width apart. Make sure you don’t tinkle your bell,” Angie whispered into my ear.

I slowly moved my leg out to what I think is shoulder width. She moved from behind me to my right side. I suddenly felt my cunt growing wet with anticipation. “Look straight ahead, Baby Girl, don’t look at me.”

I moved my eyes straight ahead as she put her left hand on my lower back and her right hand just above my cunt. Slowly she moved her left hand down between my ass cheeks, rubbing between them, brushing them over my anus. Her right hand moved down and came to rest on my clit. Gently, slowly, she rubbed my clit. As she was working both hands on my body, she leaned forward a little bit and used her tongue to swipe at my right nipple.

Oh fuck! She didn’t. I’m thinking to myself. Oh fuck! Again. Angie’s middle finger of her left hand pushed against my sphincter muscle and I almost jump. She kept gently sucking on my right nipple.

Her right hand is working my clit in a circular motion, and then she moves her hand down lower and poked my cunt with her middle finger. I could feel it slip between my lips and slide inside me.

“Oh God, Angie,” I moaned without thinking. My cunt was sopping wet as she worked my anus and cunt and her tongue licked my nipple.

Quickly she brought her right hand up and slapped my face. “Bad pet, bad, bad pet, for talking Baby Girl!”

The slap caught me by surprise. Oh fuck, what did I say? Was I out of my fucking mind?

[SLAP], Ouch! Angie slapped my ass cheek with her left hand. She stepped away from me with an angry look. I felt like an idiot standing there with my hands behind my head, my cunt dripping, and Angie glaring at me. I spoke when I wasn’t suppose to speak.

Angie snapped her fingers and pointed to the bedroom door. “Get Miss Riding crop now!”

I put my arms across my chest and scurried out of the bedroom and down the hallway. The riding crop was on her desk. I grabbed it. Fuck how could I be so stupid? Did I really enjoy being punished?

Angie was standing in the middle of my bedroom with her arms folded across her chest and her left foot out a little tapping the floor. “I’m sorry, mistress... , “ I tried to say.

“Shut-up, I don’t want to hear it,” she replied taking the riding crop from my hand.

“You can’t talk to me that way. Please, I’m your mother,” I said as I looked at her.

“Fuck it, Baby Girl, we’re in practice mode. You’re my pet and you will behave as such!”

“There’s no need to curse,” I replied as I stepped back from her.

“Then don’t get me angry,” Angie fired back as she stared at me. “Now turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.”

We stood there looking at each other. Angie knew what she was going to do so she stared at me waiting for what I had to do. Problem was, I had enough of being punished by her. She stared at me waiting for me to blink first. I could end it now and wreck her future or I could suck it up and take my punishment like an adult. I admittedly like what she was doing to me, but, I turned around and bent over. I really couldn’t grab my ankles as I wasn’t that agile so I grabbed the lower part of my leg.

Angie put her hand on my lower back. “I don’t want you to say anything, Baby Girl. I want you to think about what you did as I swat you.”

I nodded, but I didn’t know if she was looking at me or not.

[SLAP], [SLAP], in quick succession. Fuck! I jumped and almost stood up but her hand held me down. Tears formed on my eyes.

“Bad pet! You have to know your place!” she almost yelled.

[SLAP], [SLAP], God damn it! Fuck this hurts! I try not to make a sound, but I yelped a little bit. She is hitting me across both cheeks.

“You make me so mad, Baby Girl! You have to learn to be a good pet for me!” she yelled again in anger. [SLAP], [SLAP], “You’re a bitch! A bad, bad bitch!”

“Ow! Ow!” I whimper trying to stand-up and rub my bottom. Christ this hurts! I start to sniffle.

“Shut up! Damn it, can’t you get it through your simple little head that you’re not allowed to talk?” [SLAP], [SLAP], [SLAP], in rapid succession.

[SLAP], [SLAP], “I try to give you some pleasure. I try to take your needs into account, but you ruin it by talking. [SLAP], I’m not interested in what you think or say, Baby Girl! [SLAP], If you want some pleasure then do what I say! [SLAP]

I was crying now, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was sobbing.

[SLAP], “That’s for making me wait while you got the crop!” [SLAP], [SLAP], “And that’s for not kissing Miss Riding Crop when you handed it to me!”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I cried out. God damn it, did I forget to do that?

[SLAP], [SLAP], “I said shut up! God damn, you make me so mad!” [SLAP].

Angie quit slapping me with the riding crop. She stepped back and sat down on the master bed.

“On your knees in front of me, Baby Girl!” she ordered. I stood up, rubbed my rear end and dropped to my knees in front of her. I ran my hand under my nose wiping my tears away. I didn’t look up at her.

“Look at me, Baby Girl,” Angie asked me gently. I looked at her, I know my eyes were red, I had sniffles and I was probably flushed kneeling in front of her.

She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face. “Kiss Miss Riding Crop.” She held out the end of it.

I leaned forward and kissed it. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop for correcting my behavior,” I blushed.

“Very good, Baby Girl,” Angie said as she set the crop next to her. She was still looking down at me. “I don’t like to punish you. But you keep fucking up which leaves me no choice.” I was about to say something, but she put her index finger to my lips. I sniffled again. “I love you mother, but you need to change your behavior. I can’t change your behavior with punishment that you bring on yourself.”

I was still looking at her when I realized that I was to respond to what she was saying.

“I’m sorry, mistress. I’m really trying my hardest to please you. But these past two days has been hard on me.” I avert my eyes from looking at her.

Angie ran her hand through my short, page boy haircut. “I know mother, so let’s not talk about it any more today. Now, punishing you has made me tired, so go get your doggie gear and let’s play catch. You can get the gear on yourself, then meet me downstairs. Hurry, okay? We don’t have much time.”

I nodded my head, sniffled again and stood up. Angie was out the door and headed downstairs. I walked down the hallway to her bedroom and got my gear. She said to meet her downstairs which meant that she wanted me to get the stuff on up here and then go down stairs.

I decided to strap my ankles to my thighs first. I put the strap as high as I could on both my thighs and then secured the ankle straps around my ankles. I attached both my ankles to my thighs. I wondered why she wanted me to do this and not her. Was it because she knew I would comply with her order? For this to happen, I needed to obey her. Following her orders is what I was having a hard time with.

“Hurry up mother! We don’t have all morning,” she yelled from down stairs.

I put my knee pads on. The knee pads had the look of dog paws, but were comfortable to wear as I crawled around. Next I pulled on my right hand dog paw. The paw cover came to my elbow and the paw itself had the effect of curling my fingers like a dogs paw. I pulled the left sleeve up with my teeth, balled my fist and slipped it into the paw.

“Hurry up, I said!” Angie yelled again.

I think I was ready. I crawled out of her bedroom and down the stairs, my doggie bell tinkling.

I crawled into the living room, Angie was sitting in her dad’s recliner chair like she was the other day. She looked me over and nodded her head. I felt a strange sense of pride with her looking me over, like I had done something right.

Angie had the orange ball in her left hand. She looked at me. “Sit!” she said.

I sat back on my toes and tucked my paws under my breasts and looked at her expectantly.

“Stay until I tell you to fetch,” she smiled. I didn’t nod or make a movement. I didn’t think dogs did that, but I kept looking at her. “Keep your attention focused on me, Baby Girl.”

Angie tossed the ball out of the living room. It hit the hallway wall and bounced into the kitchen. Angie sat back in the recliner and started changing channels on the TV. “Fetch!”

I turned to my right and took off. I scampered down the hallway to the kitchen. The ball was under the kitchen table. I worked my way through the chair legs and grabbed the ball with my mouth.

“Hurry up, pet, you’re taking too much time!” Angie yelled from the living room. I went through the dining room and into the living room. She didn’t have her hand out so I kept the ball in my mouth. She was watching some Valley TV show about teens and dating. I sat back on my toes and tucked my arms under my breasts again watching her.

Angie put her right hand out over the side of the recliner and snapped her fingers. I quickly moved around behind the chair and dropped the ball into her hand. “Sit!” was all she said. I sat back on my toes staring at her. She idly played with the ball in her hand as she watched TV.

She tossed the ball into the dining room. I heard the ball bounce off two or three chair legs but I couldn’t tell where it ended up. I sat there anxiously waiting for her to give the command.

“Fetch!” I took off again behind the recliner and into the dining room. I stopped and looked around trying to locate the orange ball. “Come on, Baby Girl, hurry up!” she yelled.

I panicked. I couldn’t find the ball. I scampered into the kitchen looking under the kitchen table, but didn’t see it. I went back into the dining room and looked again. There, I saw it. The ball had rolled under the hutch.

“Baby Girl, better hurry up or you’ll get a spanking!” Angie said with irritation in her voice.

Fuck I was desperate. How could I communicate with her about the location of the ball. I crawled back into the living room and sat back a few feet from her. She looked at me with disappointment on her face. “So where’s the ball?”

She didn’t say I could talk. I turned my head towards the dining room and whimpered. “Hmm, mmm” I announced from my throat.

Angie stared at me at first. Then her face lit up and she got up from the recliner and walked into the dining room. I followed close behind her then went over to the hutch and sat back on my toes.

“Oh, very good, Baby Girl!” she smiled as she knelt down to look under the hutch. I blushed with pride.

She reached her hand under the hutch and grabbed the ball. “Well, enough of this for now. Julie and Kayla are coming over to go to the mall with us. More stores are having back to school sales.”

Fuck! Julie and Kayla? I used to babysit them.

“Go upstairs Baby Girl and get dressed. Practice is over. Oh, pick out your clothes from your dresser,” Angie said as she walked back to the living room.

I scampered up the stairs and into my bedroom. I had a struggle trying to take the arm sleeve paws off my left arm and hand with my teeth but once I had pulled it off everything else came off easily. I picked out a tight white t-shirt with blue lettering that read “Kid”. The t-shirt showed off my mid-riff. With no bra, my nipples were prominently displayed. I blushed at the thought of the girls looking at my nipples. I pulled out a pair of denim short shorts, ones that could easily pass for bikini bottoms. I knelt down looking at my shoes. The only choices I had were four, five and six inch stiletto heels. I picked out four inch heels and slipped them on. I suddenly realised this was the first time that I had been dressed since yesterday’s shopping trip.