Chapter 6

“March, March,” Brodie pointed outside to send the girls into the backyard. The girls turned and began to march toward the door single file. They were intentionally keeping pace with each other’s steps. They were also bringing their knees up as high as possible while holding hands behind their head.

I felt strange watching the procession toward the door. I wanted to follow but suddenly realized that I was naked. I panicked a little – it was broad daylight outside. Rachel had mentioned they had a fence but that it wasn’t wholly secluded, and neighbors could see them outside.

“What is in your butt?” Brodie called a halt to their marching.

Their tits bounced as their bodies came to a complete stop, and their butt cheeks clapped once as they stopped marching and stood at attention.

“It’s one of Mom’s butt plugs,” Anna admitted. She looked mortified. Anna dropped her hands from behind her head to her sides and slumped her shoulders after she stopped marching.

Her mother spun on her heel and faced her. “What? You went into my room?”

“High protocol!!!” Brodie reminded his mother.

“Oh pish-tosh, not for this Brodie,” she ignored his reminder and seemed intent on chastising her daughter.

“HIGH PROTOCOL!!!” Brodie shouted. “This not a pressing emergency. You can talk later,” he added more calmly.

I thought that his mother was going to overrule him. She glared at him and clearly thought about yelling right back. The silent look on her face was a defiant simmering anger. However, she didn’t say another word. She closed her mouth. Rachel brought her hand down to her side and turned around to face the door. “We WILL talk about this later, young lady!”

“That’s fine, you can talk to Anna about it later, but you were in high protocol.”

“Yes, Brodie. I know, and I am sorry. We have a guest, and Anna stole something of mine. She betrayed my trust.”

“it doesn’t sound like an apology. It sounds like an excuse,” he said.

“Way to turn my words back on me,” Rachel looked secretly impressed. She had apparently said the same thing to him recently when the shoe was on the other foot.

“Well, you are a good teacher, Mom,” Brodie’s tone suggested he really did love his mother and thought the world of her. It was a far cry from barking out orders as he had just a moment ago. “Could your conversation with Anna have waited until after you were released from high protocol?”

“Yes,” Rachel answered politely and submissively.

“Then you deserve a correction,” he said. I was fascinated, shocked, and a little dismayed that he implied he could punish his mother.

“Please, not in front of our house guest, Brodie.”

“Why not? Do the house rules only apply when you want them to apply?” he teased. It sounded like he was also repeating back something his mother had said before in how he asked the question.

“Yes, the rules apply, but our guest has never seen a correction. Would you at least allow me to explain first?”

“You can explain while you continue marching,” he said. Anna started marching in place behind her mother. Rachel started marching in place but only half-stepping without bringing her knees high – like she was idling in low gear. “Can you order Anna to remove the butt plug, please?”

“Am I allowed to order you both to insert and remove butt plugs now?”

“Brodie, can we talk about this after Anna’s house guest has gone?” Rachel started marching in place more crisply and bringing her knees up high.

I felt like I was unwelcome and shouldn’t be there. I think Anna was mortified.

“Why? She knows you both wear them,” Brodie said.

“I did not wear ONE around Susan precisely because I did not want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was. I am willing to discuss it if that is something you want to be able to do, but let me answer Susan’s questions first, please? I am afraid she is feeling uncomfortable, and that was never my intention.”

“Yeah, in the sun! out the door, whore!”

Rachel sighed a little as she reached for the doorknob. She opened the door and marched right through into her back patio and into her yard. Her daughter followed her. The women had their hands behind their heads, and they lifted their knees as they marched outside boldly.

I crept behind, darting around chairs and checking over the fences. The fence was tall but not tall enough that we had total privacy. It was true a neighbor might be able to see in the backyard. I didn’t see anyone standing at the fence, though.

Brodie held a yellow rod about 18 inches in length. It was flexible and thin. He snapped it in the air and used it to threaten to pop the girls on the butts with it. He even placed it under Anna’s knees to make her step higher as she marched slowly towards the end of the yard.

To say that I was confused and flabbergasted was an understatement. I followed the three of them only because I wanted to hear the explanation. However, I kept wanting to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands as I stood out in the open. There is something different about being outside under the cloudy sky with the sun shining on your nude body compared to being inside.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had to explain to anyone how my household works,” she admitted as she marched. Rachel’s tits bounced in the sun and looked engorged with blood. She seemed to be pleased to march even though her son was swishing that wicked little rod at her and her daughter.

“You have almost every weekend to march us in the backyard, and you choose today to train us?” she asked him.

He ignored her question or perhaps answered it by popping his mother’s ass with that rod. It wasn’t hard, but it left a distinct mark across her butt cheeks. She didn’t stop marching.

“Okay, I deserved that. It’s just that if it pleased you to march us, you could have done it when Anna didn’t have a friend over.”

“Anna shouldn’t have started showing off and insulting me in front of Susan!! I am teaching her a little lesson in respect!”

“It’s not your job to teach me respect,” Anna scowled while continuing to high step at the same pace as her mother.

I felt bad that I might be the reason this was all happening as it was. I was so focused on the fact that I was naked outside that it was hard to process the dynamic change between the three of them. Brodie was asserting himself, and his mother and older sister simply fell into line – yet, they also voiced their concern with his decision.

It didn’t make sense to me because I assumed if he really was the boss – why then would they question his authority?

He popped his sister’s ass with the rod. This time it ricocheted off of her butt cheeks and slapped it again while making a small ripple effect on her ass.

“Ouch!” she hissed but kept marching with her hands behind her head. The position of her hands interlaced as they were had to intensify feelings of vulnerability because she couldn’t even block his swats with her hands if she had dared.

“It pleases me to see you march,” he said encouragingly. It seemed like he used what ‘pleased’ him as a qualifier or justification when he wanted them to do something he told them to do.

Anna didn’t argue.

An elderly man addressed them in a friendly way from behind one of the fences. “What’s the occasion?” he asked.

I flinched and instinctively brought my hands over my breasts – not that it did much to cover my nudity. A sudden nervous spasm and awareness that I had been discovered swept down my spine. I felt like I had been caught shoplifting and was in trouble. The others didn’t alter what they were doing in any way.

“Nothing, Mr. Johnson. My son thought it was a good time to do some training, and I had a little time before my next appointment. I hope you aren’t planning to have any guests?”

The older neighbor reminded me of a jovial Burl Ives or Santa Claus with a much shorter beard. He seemed deeply amused by their antics.

“Nope, just putting a little brisket on the smoker. You have another daughter?”

“That’s Susan, she’s Anna’s friend. She’s just visiting.”

“How come she isn’t marching?” he asked.

“She isn’t a submissive like us, Mr. Johnson,” Rachel answered patiently. She looked a little annoyed. Her son swished the rod across her ass. Rachel straightened her back and smiled brightly as if she had just been reminded not to be so casual with him.

“Well, have fun!”

“Thanks, you too!” she said loudly. Then she whispered to me that most people think she is crazy but don’t ask a lot of questions. I wasn’t sure if she was implying Mr. Johnson thought they were crazy, or not. It was obvious he was tolerant/enjoyed seeing us naked.I found myself blushing, and wanting to cover my pussy and ass crack with my hands as I followed along and listened to Rachel’s explanation. I desperately wanted to go put on clothes. At the same time, I was intrigued and told myself that it would be impolite to leave.

“We do NOT do this very often. We did a little pony training when we first moved in. However, we do sunbathe outside and do lawn chores naked. I also do nude Yoga on the lawn, so most of my neighbors are fine with it. However, one time Mr. Johnson had a barbecue, and let’s just say that his wife and guests were very offended.

“Not all of them,” Brodie chuckled with amusement. Even Anna seemed amused.

“It’s not my intention to offend anyone. The yard is very situational. You would have marched us back inside if he said he had guests, right?”

Brodie swished his mother’s butt. “I thought you wanted to talk about the CURRENT house rules before you got into new ones?”

She acknowledged he was right. “At our house, we have high protocol and low protocol. We are, by default, in the low protocol. It’s very casual and lazy. I used to be in high protocol almost all of the time when I served my owner. It’s a state that I enjoy, but it can get in the way of real-life responsibilities.”

Rachel reviewed what she told me earlier when we were inside the house. Brodie pretended to snore and fall asleep.

“It’s a sort of service mode where I am on standby to obey and serve. Anna and Brodie know me that way, most of all as a natural state. They would naturally give me orders to bring them juice boxes or snacks, and I would serve them without question. My kids never had to be taught limits or boundaries. It was always implied that I’d wait on them hand and foot and all they had to do was ask.””Asking implies a choice,” Brodie seemed to be quoting his mother again.”Touche’,” she acknowledged his point and continued her explanation “However, that was way back when in the long ago when my Master was in our lives. After he left, I kept obeying them, nothing sexual and nothing as formal as this. We gradually developed low protocol as the default. We didn’t define it. It just sort of happened organically. The kids knew if they wanted me to do something for them, all they had to do was put me in high protocol. Am I going too fast?”

“No, but you do not mind? Uh ... this?” I indicated all of this. I got the impression things had changed in the last six months and they started writing rules down and mutually agreeing upon them.

“My natural state is service. I love to submit. I do not mind at all – in fact, I like to give and do for others. I am no longer anyone’s slave, Susan. I also realize the real world – paying bills, shopping, delivering errands, making a living get in the way of any fantasy world.”

“You say you are not a slave, but you do whatever Brodie tells you?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder. I could see the old man’s ball cap in the next yard. I couldn’t see his eyes. I felt like he was watching me, and that made me self-conscious.

“Shit, I wish!” Brodie swished the rod on his mother’s buttocks.

“Be careful what you wish for Brodie,” his mother smiled as if she were flattered and, like the swat on her ass, felt pleasant. “I am a real handful and a bit of a hot mess at times. I wouldn’t wish me on my worst enemy. There is a lot that would go into owning me, and I wouldn’t ask my son to keep me in line full-time even if he was serious.”

It sounded like she had thought about it, although she was being a little jovial.

“In High protocol, my son can give me orders like this one to march,” she marched straight to the fence. Touched her nose to the wood of the back fence and let her nipples drag the wood. Then she pivoted to the right and began to march around the outer perimeter. Anna did the same thing, crisply marching behind her mother in step.

“A few years ago, after Master was gone, there were times that I didn’t feel like getting up when told to do so, and the kids started correcting me. They are just harmless little disciplines that they saw their father and his friends enforce around the house. We never really discussed it, but I am fine with it. Corrections are educational, never done out of malice. You could think of it as a motivational tool, more than anything else.”I had no frame of reference on which to base any of what Rachel was telling me on. What fascinated me, was that Rachel didn’t see a problem being “corrected” but she did seem to draw the line at being punished. I didn’t know the difference.

“Later when Brodie gives us permission to go back inside, he is going to correct me for talking out of turn and hopefully correct Anna for wearing my butt plug without permission!!” Rachel gritted her teeth as if that last part annoyed her more than any discipline measure inflicted by her son.

“Yeah, twenty titty swats, twenty booty swats, EACH!” He swished the rod on his sister’s TITS – right across her nipples. Anna let out a tiny ouchie sound and didn’t protest.

“If you are so inclined, you are allowed to watch, but if you are uncomfortable, you can go into Anna’s room. They will be a lot harder than these little taps he is giving us now,” she assured me. It sounded like she was goading her son to hit her harder.

He obliged and brought the rod across her ass, and it made a nice popping sound while Rachel’s ass jiggled. She smiled. “Anna hits harder,” she teased playfully.

“HIGH PROTOCOL, that’s thirty!”

“Each?” Rachel asked.

“No, just you, fart-nugget!”

Rachel didn’t argue. “Six months ago, before we left Minneapolis, Anna begged me to walk the path of submission. She had been sliding that way for a long time, and I recognized a lot of me in her. It was no real surprise. We sat down as a family, and I laid out my conditions,” she said.

“But couldn’t Anna just put you in high protocol and order you to let her do whatever?”

“It doesn’t work like that, not exactly,” Rachel answered with a sly expression. I think she liked where my head was, though.

“Trust me, I thought about it,” Anna replied, and the look on her face was also a knowing grin like she really had considered that option.

“I am still the parent, even though it doesn’t seem that way right now because my son is holding the switch,” Rachel bragged. Her son swatted her booty and ordered them to greet Mr. Johnson as we passed him while he stood on the other side of the fence.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson,” they answered in unison.

“Hello, girls,” he adopted their playful tone to respond to them.

“I told Anna that she had to shave her mohawk. She had this beautiful purple mohawk! It was cool. I assumed she wouldn’t touch it.”

“Shaved it off immediately,” Anna responded proudly. Her brother popped her booty just for talking. Anna opened her mouth in surprise as if to protest but didn’t.

“I also told Anna that if she wanted to do this, I wouldn’t let her quit. She’d have to really want it, and that meant being willing to do it until her hair grew back.”

I understood that.

“We didn’t have formal rules back then. We just had an understanding that they could put me in high protocol, and I’d serve. Things weren’t much different than they are now, except Anna was ruthless!”

“Was not!”

Both Rachel and Brodie disagreed. Anna impishly acknowledged she might have been a little strict with her mom.

“So, she can’t boss you around now?” I asked.

“Nope,” Rachel answered brightly. “We have the same rules in the common areas. We sat down and talked through what worked, what didn’t work, what everyone was comfortable with, and agreed to them as a family.”