Chapter 1

I woke up rested. I could tell by the amount of light coming into my bedroom that it was late in the morning. I rolled over to look at the alarm clock on my night table. It was almost eleven AM! I don’t remember the last time I slept that late, even on a Sunday.

I remembered getting in bed with my daughter the night before and snuggling until we fell asleep. However, I was alone in bed this morning. I pulled the covers off and sat naked on the edge of the bed. I was naked because I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to pee, but I wasn’t allowed to use my own toilet. Ms. Connor said that Tissues would be allowed to change the rules. I hoped I could talk my daughter into changing that one.

“Good afternoon, sleepy head!” Tissues said as she entered my bedroom wearing my flowered bathrobe. The same one Ms. Connor wore yesterday.

I blushed and replied, “It’s not THAT late.”

“By the way, thanks for the robe,” she teased me, “I looked through your closet. You’re going to be the sluttiest looking Mom ever.”

My blush deepened, “I ... I know. How did this all happen?”

“It’s all your fault, remember? You barged in on us.”

“I know. I ... I’m sorry ... I...” Why was I stammering to talk to my own daughter?

“I woke up early. I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind and a lot to think about.”

“Me too. Can I use the bathroom? I ... I mean inside. Please? Please don’t make me...”

“NO!” She interrupted me, “We’re doing everything they tell us, so I don’t get punished! Don’t forget, I’m in charge here, now.”

I felt like a scolded child. I looked down and away from Tissues’ gaze. I noticed she said, ‘so I don’t get punished.’ I guess that didn’t apply to me. My nipples swelled and my clit throbbed. Why did I get so horny being treated this way? I started to stand, but Tissues pushed me back down by my shoulders.

“Is that what you do, just get up to walk away?” She asked angrily.

“I ... I’m sorry ... May I go outside to pee? Please? Tissues?” I paused between each word, expecting her to give me permission.

“From now on, you will address me as Miss. You can’t call me Tissues since I’m in charge. Now ask again properly.” She folded her arms and waited.

I squeezed my thighs against my horny clit as I responded, “May I go outside to pee, please? Miss?”

“Go!” She ordered.

I started to get up, only to be pushed down again.

“Don’t you say thank you?”

“I ... I’m sorry, Miss ... thank you, Miss.”

She stood aside and motioned me toward my bedroom door.

I walked out of the bedroom. I remembered to grab a towel from the closet to dry myself this time. I headed down the stairs and out the back door. I squatted to pee. Miss said she had a lot to think about. I guess she did a lot of thinking already. I have a lot to think about myself. Not only about me, but about what was going on with my daughter. What did they do to her yesterday? I saw marks on her chest and bottom last night, so she obviously got punished. What clothes did they buy her to wear? They said she was going to be completely exposed and humiliated. Would they let me watch?

I finished peeing, cleaned myself off with the ice-cold hose and dried myself thinking about what a horrible Mother I was. I was getting horny thinking about my fifteen-year-old daughter being humiliated. Images of what might have happened to her yesterday played in my mind.

I came in the back door. Miss was sitting at the kitchen table texting away on her phone.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she said not taking her eyes off her phone.

“Oh,” I replied, “there’s some cereal in the cabinet...”

“I want pancakes for breakfast,” she interrupted me.

I realized that she expected me to make breakfast for her. I noticed the empty coffee pot.