Chapter 13

Anna and I sat together at lunch. We sat at a table with primarily quiet girls that were social outcasts. The lunch room was bristling with activity and a low din of conversations, and the smell of cafeteria food permeated the air.

I had a milkshake and fries that I ordered from the snack line. It was my everyday lunch because I thought the cafeteria food was gross. Anna brought a sack lunch in a brown paper bag. Every day it was the same thing – a PB&J, banana, and either apple sauce or some M&M’s candy.

“Hello, Ma’am,” she said as she sat with me. She didn’t whisper, but she didn’t really need to do that. There were many girls sitting right next to us, and even if they were – nobody really paid attention. It was possible someone might overhear, but they’d be eavesdropping.

“Good afternoon, Cunt” I replied. “Are you still in high protocol?”

“Do you want me to be, Miss Susan?”

“I am asking if you are in it,” I repeated in an insistent tone that my mother would take when she had to repeat herself.

“My brother left me in it this morning, but technically, the way it’s always worked, if Brodie fucks off and gets distracted, then we just go back to normal. You remember how when my mom had a client visit, and then she just went back to normal when it was over?”

“Have you been behaving like you are in high protocol?”

“I don’t really think there is much difference at school from low protocol, Ma’am. I try to stay positive and enthusiastic and be present, but it’s basically low protocol all the time.”

“Are you wearing your butt plug?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“What about panties?”

“A little personal, don’t ya think?” she teased before admitting she definitely had on a pair of white cotton undies.

“Take the panties off and hand them to me.”

“Whaaaat?” she cracked a big smile.

“You heard me, slut. No more panties at school, and obviously, that means skirts every day from now on –always above the knee,” I insisted.

“Is that a rule?”

“Yes, for you,” I tried to sound like a stickler. I had been planning this all morning and building up the confidence to make the demand. Now that I was doing it – I wasn’t sure if I was coming across assertive or wishy-washy.

“Any rule for me is a rule for my mom and vice versa,” she said.

“Your mom carries the house key. Do you have the house key?”

“Well, that’s different, Ma’am,” she started to explain why she had to get in.

“You might have to go home, and Brodie has detention.”

“I doubt he would, but if that were the case, I can wait outside,” she said.

“So, you don’t have the key because you have school with Brodie, and your mom will be home when he is at school? Then it makes sense there is a rule for you at school that doesn’t apply to your mom because she doesn’t have school.”

“Here are the damned panties,” Anna had been sliding them off discreetly the entire time. She stuffed the plain white panties into my hand.

“These are a little damp. Are you wet?”

“I am almost always a little wet,” she admitted lustily.

“Now, uncross your knees and sit with your legs apart,” I said.

She looked at me like I was crazy but did as she was told. The skirt was too long to expose her body to anyone walking past. Even if it wasn’t, most guys wouldn’t get caught staring up a girl’s skirt. “This is how I want you to sit when we are in class together.”

“Oh really?” she seemed intrigued. “Do you have more rules for me?”

“I am still thinking about whether you can wear a bra or not,” I said.

“Okay, and what do I get, Ma’am?” she reminded me that the way rules worked at their house was there was a compromise involved -no one got to dictate all the rules.

“This is between you and me, but you tell me. I can’t tell you what you want. Put something on the table, and I’ll consider it.”

“I wasn’t prepared for this,” Anna squirmed like this was sweet torture to her, and she was trying desperately to think up a demand. “I have so many dirty ideas, but I do not want to make a rule that requires us to hook up. Okay, I’ve got it.”

She reached slowly into her book bag and pulled out a magic marker. She smelled it and admired the scent. I thought about shoving it up her butt or making her masturbate with it. I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.

“If you want me to surrender my panties to you, then YOU have to put me in high protocol. It can’t be because my little brother already did. YOU have to say it,” she began.

I nodded. I was ready to agree to that, but what was the point of the marker.

“Then you’ll take me to the nearest bathroom stall and make me surrender my panties to you. You can do whatever you want with them.”

I had no idea what to do with them – I’d give them back. She just couldn’t wear them.

“Then you have to write something across my ass – some vulgar word, some dirty phrase, whatever it is, that’s my name that day, and you are not allowed to call me Anna – just the name you scrawled on my pooper.”

I loved her colorful words for her body parts.

“Even in class?”

“In front of teachers? Good point,” she sighed, wishing she could get away with that. “No, just where you can normally get away with calling me a name, definitely at home and in the backyard.”

“Wait, this was just for school,” I said.

“And in exchange, I am requesting that you write something on my ass and give me a pet name that lasts 24 hours, Ma’am.”

I found this negotiation to be delicious. It was provocative to think that she’d barter away her dignity. At the same time, it felt counter-intuitive. If I were in her position, I’d want a guarantee NOT to be called dirty names.

“Why do you want this?”

“Because it excites me when you call me names, and if you mark me as yours, then it feels real, and I’d like to see how long before you recycle the same pet name.”

“What if I write the same name every day?”

“Ooh,” she brightened at the thought of that.

“You can write whatever you like, and I’ll answer it, but no, Anna.”

“What about on weekends?” I asked.

“If you are over at my house?” she asked.

“Are you willing to go without panties ALL the time, even when I am there and not there?”

“I don’t think I have that many skirts, and it does get frosty out sometimes,” she said.

It was still warm out. I hadn’t considered the poor girl’s frosty ass when it was snowing.

“We should talk to my mom and Brodie about this. I can’t agree to a rule that she doesn’t follow too. A rule for one is a rule for both. I doubt she wants marker all over her ass. She’s already worried some of her clients are freaked out about all the bruises.”

“I could write really, really small,” I joked as I pretended to write a tiny little cuss word on the world’s smallest butt. We both had a good laugh.

“Okay, no marker. I’ll agree to the rule, but you do have to give me a daily pet name. Mom and Brodie may have other stipulations that they want for us to do this. Is that okay, Ma’am?”

“Yeah,” I said

“What would my pet name be today?” she asked eagerly.

“We haven’t established the rule yet,” I reminded her.

“I know, but hypothetically,” Anna was so curious that it was turning me on. I loved her anticipation.

There were times during the day when I took a long sniff of my girlfriend’s panties. I always did it in the bathroom stall, so nobody else saw me.

On the way to their house after school, I ordered her to go with us into a copse of trees in an empty lot on the side of the road. It was fairly private, and nobody could see us. I had her lift her skirt, remove her butt plug and show Brodie that she wasn’t wearing panties. I made her tell him the new rule she wanted to propose to them.

“I can no longer wear panties, and at school, I have to wear a skirt at all times,” she explained that it would be no higher than knee length. I clarified to her that it would always be out in public and not just at school.

“Every day, Miss Susan has to give me a pet name. It can be whatever she wants, and I answer to that instead of Anna, but only in places you guys could normally call me a shit-stain or a dunce. Not in front of teachers and stuff.”

“So, what do I get out of this? I have to address you by a name that Susan picks, and I can’t just call you a Cowpie or a Fartface?” Brodie was clearly jealous and didn’t want to share his authority with me. In retrospect, I do not blame him.

At the time, I did not see why he reacted that way. It was all in fun, and he had so much authority that giving me some wouldn’t diminish any of his in any meaningful way.

“Honestly, I did not think about anyone else having to address you by that name.”

“If you write it on my butt, then I could show people my name,” she laughed as she held her skirt up in the back for us. She explained to Brodie she considered that, but since this would be a rule for her mother, that would make it hard for some clients to enjoy time with her.

“Wait, Rachel has to do this too? And Susan gets to name her?”

I hadn’t thought about that possibility. It was harder than I thought to add new rules. You have to really consider all the angles before you replace or alter what is working.

“Maybe you could give a pet name to Mom, and Anna could give one to me?”

“Or I could continue to call you both whatever the fuck I like and not be limited to one name,” he said.

Anna seemed disappointed.

“I just get really tired of being Anna.”

“Why? It sounds like Anal,” he teased. She frowned.

“I’ll think about it, but let’s see what Mom’s reaction is.”

He told his sister to take her butt plug out and suck on it all the way home. “Really suck on it too, don’t just lick it like a lollipop,” he insisted.

Anna pushed the plug into her mouth and tried to swallow it, and gagged herself. She kept her hands to her face to clean it.

I began to wonder what it would be like if she walked home with her hands at her sides, skirt pulled up all the way in the back so that her entire ass was visible, and the base of her butt plug was clenched in her teeth.

I even pictured a dirty word like “CUM FACE” written on her ass in big purple lettering where anybody could see what she was. I think, for me, the fantasy was more complete when she wasn’t just stared at and ridiculed. She had to tell people why she was behaving this way.

That sort of spectacle would be infinitely more humiliating than the things they did in the privacy of their own home. However, I did not reveal my secret fantasies to my friend. I kept those to myself.

When we got to her house, It was time for me to pay the piper. “Hello, Mr. Johnson,” We both greeted the elderly man who seemed to be waiting for us to arrive.

“Oh, good to see you,” he pretended that this was a mere coincidence.

We opened the gate and started to strip at the back door. I felt a little self-conscious at first, but as soon as Anna was topless, I began to feel more confident and just took everything off. “Are you going to be a regular here?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. I don’t know why I called him Sir. I guess I was just so used to Anna and her mother saying it, or maybe because I was naked.

“What’s your name again?”

“Piggy,” I replied smartly. Then I got down on my hands and knees and began to quietly oink for Brodie. Anna joined me and barked a little more loudly. She told me I had to really put myself into it and have fun with it. “If you are going to do it, just do it ... don’t be so stingy with the squees,” she said.

Then Anna demonstrated by making realistic hog noises that almost scared me. She laughed and told me they lived on a farm for a while.

“Dogs and pigs talking? Guess you slits don’t want to come inside.”

“Ro! Ro! Roaf!” Anna barked.

“Squee-Squee-Snort,” I did my best imitation of a pig and hoped that Mr. Johnson was only snapping pictures and not taking video of me crawling on the ground naked.

He opened the door.

“Okay, let me hear your best attempt to beg to serve me?”

“Oh please, mighty Brodie, king of all that you survey! Would you allow this pathetic submissive an opportunity to please you?”

He slammed the door on her smiling face and said he’d try again only if we were serious. His sister barked, and I squee’d until my nose hurt from snorting before he opened the door again.

“Sorry, Sir, I was just being playful. I’d be honored to serve you in high protocol if you will permit me to obey you?”

“Are you going to be a brat and want to hang out with your friend?”

“I like to spend time with Miss Susan, but I am begging you to let me also serve you in high protocol this afternoon while she visits. Nothing really would make me happier than pleasing you both, Sir.”

“Fine, what about you, Piggy?”

Brodie had obviously overheard me jokingly tell Mr. Johnson that was my name. I cringed when he called me it. I shouldn’t have been so flippant about it. I did not complain, though. Instead, I firmly told him,” I am just here to visit with Anna and not to serve.”

“Then you can wait outside,” he insisted that his sister come in.

Anna waited outside of the door. “Mister Brodie, that isn’t fair. Susan isn’t a submissive.”

“Come inside and fetch me a snack and drink, and I’ll think about letting your slutty friend inside.”