Chapter 11

“Don’t be a silly cunt. Mr. Johnson doesn’t want to wait for you to dilly-dally in the house. We have already wasted enough time punishing you for something you should have known not to do. You used to talk this way ALL the time, cow,” he slapped her tits. “Get close to the fence, turn around so that he has a better view of your giant ass and horse pussy, and moo like a cow.”

“Moo like a cow, Sir?” Rachel giggled as she positioned herself, so Mr. Johnson had an excellent view of her ass. She bent over and held her thighs with the flat of her palms. Rachel seemed amused and willing to go along with it humiliating herself to amuse her son and neighbor.

“Yeah, MUH-OOO!! Like the cow you are,” Brodie explained that he wanted his mother to make cow noises.

“Can you see everything, Sir?” she looked over her shoulder with a thoughtful expression. When Mr. Johnson said it was lovely, she turned back to her son and mooed for him. “This is new,” he said.

“You bark like a dog, but you are fat as a cow. From now on, I want you to moo when you get to the door. That way, I can tell you apart from these two dog-faced cunts.”

“Alright, I’ll write it down in the notebook, Sir,” Rachel said politely as she bent forward. “I am not trying to be difficult, but this isn’t a punishment. It is a correction for breaking one of our agreed-upon rules, Sir. Muh-ooh,” she added.

He chuckled as he stood behind his mother and smacked her ass hard with his hand. “I think it’s not just a correction for not following my instruction. I think it’s a punishment,” he smacked her hard.

“One, can we talk about it in private, Sir?”

“You have a problem with being punished?” Brodie found his mother’s objection laughable.

“Two, Yes Sir, you are not my Master. I allow you to CORRECT me, but I see punishments as something else, THREE.”

“Explain.”

“Four!” Rachel fell forward slightly with the impact of the last swat on her ass and then quickly re-positioned herself and stuck her ass out to receive another kiss from his hand. Her butt was already starting to turn pink.

“You have some authority over me in the house and yard when I am in high protocol. I agreed to allow you to correct me when I fail. Punishment is broader and applies to everything that I do, Sir. FIVE!”

“Could a spanking be a punishment? The same one I am giving you now?”

“SIX!” Rachel’s tits bounced when the jarring swat from her son cracked into her ass. He was hitting really hard. I could tell he was hurting his hand almost as much as her ass. “It would be, but you do not understand, Sir.”

“Make me understand,” he said, smacking her hard again.

“Seven, thank you, Sir. Punishment would be for everything and anything I do wrong during the day and means direct supervision. I appreciate your corrections because they keep me on my toes and help motivate me to adopt the new rules. EIGHT! Thank you. I would never ask you to be responsible for punishing me.”

Mr. Johnson was laughing at this point. I do not think he was really listening to the back and forth. He seemed to enjoy how Rachel’s eyes and mouth opened wide whenever her butt got spanked.

I was listening, though, and suddenly, it occurred to me that Rachel was trying to tell her son that he couldn’t punish her because she didn’t want to put that responsibility on him.

“I think you are just a chicken,” he said.

“I am a cow, Sir, remember? MUH-OOOOOOOOO, NIE-EYE-EIN,” she counted in anguish that seemed to be tempered with a tiny orgasm. He laughed at that and applied the remaining swats without asking her questions.

“I am sorry for failing to address you properly, Ma’am,” Rachel apologized and rubbed her freshly made-red bottom. “I assume they went over the new rules with you?”

“Yes, I think so,” I replied.

Mr. Johnson was amused and wanted the show to continue. “You should give them the three of them matching butts. I love the shade of rosy pink on a lovely girl’s bottom!”

“My dumb sister hasn’t done anything to be corrected for, and this cunt doesn’t belong to me,” he pointed his thumb toward me.

“We agreed to respect house guests, Sir. I do not ask you to do much, and I would never expect you to call her Ma’am, but please don’t insult Susan,” Rachel said.

“It’s okay; I told him he could call me ... that word,” I admitted and blushed. My awareness of the fact that I was naked like the other two women while the men were clothed hit me like a ton of bricks.

“What word? You can’t even say it,” Brodie teased.

“Cunt,” I found myself saying out loud, very softly. It may have come across as timid, but for me, it was a triumph since I couldn’t imagine saying it out loud and applying the term to myself.

“Yay, welcome to team cunt!” Anna and Rachel congratulated me as if I were one of them.

Brodie was tired of the banter and ordered them back inside. We waved goodbye to Mr. Johnson, and he replied with a wave and a hearty “Toodles!”

“I take it I am in high protocol, Sir?” Rachel asked her son when we walked inside the house.

“Yes, Rachel,” he replied. She smirked when he said it, as if she was amused. “It’s weird saying that.”

“You agreed,” she said. “Does it really bother you? We can drop it if you like.”

“No, it’s just strange to hear in my own voice. Mr. Johnson looked at me like I was a villain.”

“He doesn’t when you call me a cunt, Sir?” she replied.

“Wait, you made the rule that he has to call you by your first name?”

“We all agreed upon the new rules, but yes, Ma’am. It was my idea. Brodie said he felt guilty bossing me around the house but not as much about Anna. I thought it was time to be put down a peg and lose the fancy title. If we were going to elevate him to Sir. Everybody else on the planet can call me Rachel. I do not see a problem with it. You can call me Rachel as well. I would prefer that to Miss Fox.”

I nodded.

She asked if Anna had already brought snacks and if we wanted anything. Brodie and I answered no. I didn’t feel like I had any authority and I didn’t want any. However, Anna and her mom treated me just like Brodie.Anna squatted on the floor with her ass facing me once she no longer had any assigned tasks or chores. She had a very pretty pussy.

“Do you mind if I write the new rules then, Sir? What were they?” she asked out loud as she went to get the notebook. Rachel had excellent penmanship and had several hand-written notes on a pad of paper defining their relationship and expectations.

“Definitely no sitting your fat ass on my back,” Anna laughed. Rachel flashed her a lemony smile while paging through a couple of pages to a page entitled “positions and one-word commands” and jotted down a few notes.

“Rachel has to moo instead of bark to be let in the backdoor,” she wrote as she got down on the floor and squatted while writing.

“I think we should also add that I can punish you both if I see you doing something obviously counter to being submissive, even if it’s not one of my rules. I basically do that now because technically, it was Susan who should have corrected you for addressing her informally like you are on the same level as her.”

“Susan is a house guest, Sir. You can’t expect her to correct me,” Rachel remained considerate and serene.

“You expect me to correct you when you call me Brodie. Why is it my job then to correct you when you call her Susan?” Brodie made a valid point.

Rachel looked at me. Her pretty blue eyes flicked down and up over my body as if she were sizing me up. It gave her a chance to collect her thoughts on her response. Rachel often took a moment to consider her words carefully before speaking while in high protocol.

“It was your rule that we start addressing everyone respectfully at home and even in public while in high protocol. I think it is only fair that you enforce a correction, Sir.”

“Doesn’t have to be my rule. It could be one of the ones you added. It’s just an example. My point is that if I am going to enforce the rules, then I should have punishment authority.”

Rachel was clearly conflicted.

“I do not really know what that means to you, Sir,” Rachel looked at Anna, and her daughter seemed conflicted as well. I think Anna was reluctant because her mother was. “This is something we should probably talk about when Miss Susan goes home because we are cutting into Anna’s time with her friend.”

Anna asked permission to go to her room and hang out with me. Brodie granted it with the caveat that we leave the bedroom door open and that she listen in case he needs her. “Yes, Sir,” Anna replied sweetly. She rolled her eyes when she walked away, and I followed her.

She plopped down on her bed and relaxed a little. It was strange to think that Anna WANTED to be humiliated or controlled. She seemed to look at her bed as a sanctuary and a break from her obligations to obey her brother.

“Feel like eating my pussy?” she whispered suggestively while spreading her legs wide to invite me to go down on her. She rubbed her hand down the slit of her vagina and flicked off a little moisture.

“Kind of; what are the rules about that?” I asked in a hushed tone. It was strange to think that we were keeping our voices down so that she didn’t get in trouble with her little brother.

“Honestly, you have as much authority as Brodie does. He isn’t my Master. You should be able to order me to masturbate on command. Want to?” Anna looked at me excitedly and brought her hand over her pussy.

“I don’t know, could I?”

“Yeah, why not? He can, and it’s because he is not a submissive, so he’s above me.”

“I do not think I could be mean to you,” I replied demurely.

“Who said anything about mean?”

“Like Brodie,” I shrugged.

“Brodie isn’t mean. What are you talking about, Ma’am?”

“He snaps at you, insults you, tells you that you can’t close your door, and have to listen to him in case he wants something,” I said.

“Yeah, but he loves me. He isn’t abusing me. My mom and I agreed to this. I like it.”

“You like not being able to close your door?”

“Not at this particular moment because my devil horns are popping out,” Anna pointed her fingers like horns on her bald head and smiled lasciviously. She reminded me of a seductive succubus. “It’s like any hobby. Have you ever been fishing?”

I hadn’t.

“My stepdad used to take me fishing. I had to put the worm on the hook. I didn’t want to sacrifice a helpless little worm. It was unpleasant but part of the experience. Don’t even get me started on cleaning the fish afterward. There are parts of the process that aren’t fun, like bruises on my ass, but it’s fun getting them.”

“That was fun?”

“OH YEAH,” Anna’s face lit up and became animated when she told me how she was a bit of an adrenalin junkie. She said she loved scary rides, movies, and even “scary music.” She told me that she got off on the adrenaline rush and the endorphins after.

I tried to understand my friend’s perspective. I doubted I could be so gleeful if I were in the same position with my own brother.

“I know I am safe, and I am not going to be permanently harmed. I do not get in trouble intentionally, not usually...” she grinned impishly. “I can be a little bit of a smart ass when I get bored. The new rules are fun and exciting. I am not particularly happy about the speech protocols. Mom said they’d get old really fast, and she was right. I already kind of dread it. We haven’t gone out in public, but imagine asking the waitress for a cheeseburger and then calling her Ma’am?”