Chapter 8

We sat on the floor with our legs splayed open and casually talked and watched TV for a while afterward. It was incredibly surreal to have my legs parted enough that my flaps weren’t touching in a room with a clothed boy and another nude girl.

I would have thought Brodie might gawk at me, but he had apparently seen enough female anatomy that it didn’t interest him. Although, I suspected if I was a lot hotter, then he might have paid attention to me.

When their mother finally came out of the bedroom, I saw a look of dismay register on her face. I wanted to close my legs because William was staring right between my pussy lips and probably my a-hole. Anna pinched me to signal that I should remain as I was, just like she was doing.

“Girls,” Rachel cleared her throat to indicate we should probably show some restraint around her client. I felt so guilty – I knew we were going to get in trouble.

“We’re just stretching. We’re going to do a little naked Yoga,” Anna pretended to be naively unaware that she was showing her entire bottom half to the older man.

“We can start with your necks,” Rachel sarcastically referred to stretching our necks.

William didn’t seem to catch her meaning. He shrugged it off and said that he was glad we could be so open with our bodies. I’ll bet! I was positive he got a vicarious thrill, and that seemed to be Anna’s devilish intention all along.

Rachel took his arm and led him politely out of the house. She was very sweet and stood in the doorway with it slightly open while saying goodbye to him. When she turned around, Anna had adopted the doggy crawl position she was in earlier. The teen girl lowered her body to the carpet so that her nipples scraped the floor and looked sullen and repentant.

“That’s my client, Anna,” Rachel complained as she shut the door.

“I am sure he didn’t mind what he saw,” Anna grinned sheepishly. “Susan did it too,” Anna smiled. I think she knew that her mother wouldn’t be angry with me.

Rachel wasn’t. She pointed out that I was a house guest and was free to behave as I pleased, and that Anna had probably told me to sit that way.

“It’s high protocol, Mom,” Anna changed the subject.

“Has your brother announced that? Or did you just assume he wanted it?” she asked. Brodie, for his part, was genuinely consumed by the TV program and not really paying attention.

“No, but he never told us to stop, and when your clients are here, then it’s back on,” Anna said.

“That’s not how it works, and you know it,” Rachel declared. She explained to me the rules for my edification and reminded her daughter. “If someone puts us in high protocol and just walks away or we take a break, then we go back to low protocol.”

It was apparent to me that this family had found a way to make their protocol rituals a part of their life without making it the ONLY thing in their life.

“You just want to get out of your correction,” Anna remained on all fours with her ass up facing her brother. I wasn’t sure if I should join her since technically, I agreed to sit how she sat – but I didn’t dare get into that EXTREME of an exposed position. I sat loosely like I had when William walked out of the bedroom.

“You know that isn’t true; I know I have one coming. However, I am not going to interrupt your Brother’s Saturday. If he wants to watch TV, then do not bother him,” she said. “I am going to take a shower and wash some of this sweat and oil off. I feel gross. You can stay in a crawling position if that’s how you want to spend your day, but I may go to the grocery store later, so you are all welcome to come along.”

Brodie continued to watch TV. I was certain he had heard his mother and didn’t really care.

“Susan knows we shower with the bathroom door open,” Anna informed her mother as she returned to a more casual seated position.

“You are always allowed to close the bathroom door if you want to, Susan,” Rachel seemed pleased to hear that I knew about their privacy rules.

“Mom?” Anna called to her mother as Rachel walked to the bathroom. It was close to the living room, but we wouldn’t be able to see the door from the angle we were in. It faced a small alcove hallway that led to Anna and Brodie’s bedroom.

“Yes, dear?” Rachel was on the cusp of losing her patience.

“Can Susan put us in high protocol?” she asked.

Rachel was about to answer that question, and from the look on her face, she was about to say that I didn’t understand the implications.

“You already told the cunt that she could,” Brodie interrupted his mother to scorn his older sister.

That word hurt my feelings – even though he called his mother and sister a “cunt”, I wasn’t used to it. I think Anna and Rachel, both felt it was inappropriate.

“Brodie Fox! You apologize to our house guest! Your sister and I are cunts, and we agreed to let you address us that way, but Susan is a guest and entitled to respect and dignity while she is in this house!”

“She’s naked and was spreading her cunt for a rando perv just 5 minutes ago. Whether she agreed to be called one or not, don’t all women have cunts and act like them?” his question was borderline offensive but approaching a genuine confusion about when he could say cunt and when he couldn’t.

“Brodie, we discussed this. You can call US names, and even then, you know not to do it at school or around clients. You certainly have enough common sense to know that it’s insulting and that you have no business insulting a guest.”

“Sorry, Susan,” Brodie genuinely apologized. “Oh, and I almost forgot. You two cunts ARE in high protocol,” he said.

“Brodie, I don’t mind being in high protocol, but I stood right here and waited for you to tell us what you wanted. I am going to take a shower, okay?”

“No.”

Anna snickered while her mother cringed a little uncomfortably.

Rachel sighed and waited to be told what to do.

“You know what to do,” he said.

“You seriously expect us to close crawl all the time?” Anna was already going to her knees and down to the floor. She asked the question politely but with an incredulous tone.

“That’s what I said,” Brodie chuckled as the girls got in position. Anna crawled close between her mother’s legs, within an inch of her ass crack.

“Oh wow, you are a little ripe,” Anna made a disgusted face as she inhaled her mother’s sweaty pussy.

“That’s the downside to the job, and being naked is I can’t help how wet I get. Sorry, Anna, I’ll shower after your brother has his fun.”

They waited for him to give them some instructions. He took his time and largely ignored them.

I could tell that they were expecting him to give them some sort of order like he had earlier that day.

“You could ask permission to take a shower,” Brodie smiled sweetly.

“That’s okay, Brodie. We are ready to obey. I can shower after we are done. Is there anything you want us to do?”

His mother seemed placid and willing to forgo the shower if that was what her son wanted. I have seen parents that spoil their children, and this wasn’t that vibe. It was more like she was being attentive and considerate by giving up something she wanted to put her son’s desires over her own priorities.

“No, just stay like that,” he said.

They both seemed sullen as they remained lined up on the floor. It seemed almost silly that they had to wait like that for no particular reason.

Ten minutes passed, and he continued watching television.

“Brodie, may I speak?” Rachel asked politely.

“Yes, cow-tits,” he largely didn’t acknowledge his mother.

“I do need to go to the grocery store today.

I have a few hours before my next appointment. If you want, we could all go. I’ll make you lunch when we get home, and we can continue this if you want.”

“Okay, but you’ll go in high protocol,” he said. Anna asked if he meant she had to as well, and he said, “What do you think?”

The girls were largely ambivalent about the instruction.

“May we get dressed then?” Rachel asked politely.

“Yes,” he decided.

They were about to stand up, and he asked them what they were doing.

“Getting dressed,” Rachel replied demurely.

“You are to close crawl at all times unless given other instructions,” he said.

I saw his mother wince like she made a mistake. I did not think she would be okay with a rule that extreme. “I am sorry, Brodie; I really didn’t think it was forever. That is going to make it difficult to clean and perform chores.”

“I didn’t ask you if it would be difficult, but thanks for your opinion, Slut,” Brodie snickered. “I’ll let you stand or hop around the house when you need to get things done. I owe you a correction from earlier,” he said as he pointed to the floor at his feet.

“Yes, you do,” his mother crawled over obediently. Anna followed close behind. It gave the impression she was sniffing her mother’s ass while she maintained her distance.

“What did you do wrong, Mom?”

“I spoke out of turn when I was in high protocol after you reminded me of my status, I stood up to get dressed when I should have crawled, and I offered an unsolicited opinion while in high protocol,” his mother seemed willing to confess to her mistakes and accept them without offering any defense.

I was impressed. Most people feel inclined to give their reasons as a justification.

“You apologized, and you admitted your mistakes. I am sorry because I have not been putting you and Anna in high protocol very much, so you are getting sloppy,” he genuinely seemed apologetic to his mother for that.

“It’s quite alright, Brodie. Life happens,” she said.

“Forty slaps on the ass, twat, and tits,” he said.

“Thank you, Brodie, that is more than fair,” she agreed. She turned her head to me and said that I did not have to watch if spankings made me uncomfortable. I’d never seen a spanking before.

“What about you, Anna?”

“Jeez,” Anna swallowed hard as if she were summoning her courage to spit out her confession. “I stole Mom’s butt plug and then wore it to the living room because I did not think anyone would notice. I also stood up when I was supposed to crawl.”

“You also convinced our house guest to go nude on the condition that you break Mom’s trust and wear her butt plug,” Brodie said.

Anna blushed. “I don’t think that counts as a house rule, but I am sorry, Susan. I didn’t mean to involve you.”

“You did mean to involve her. That’s why you also had her intentionally sit spread eagle to wink her pussy at one of Mom’s customers,” Brodie observed sagely.

“Sixty butt punches, and you will repeat what you did wrong and apologize while I give them to you,” he insisted.

“That’s a lot, Brodie! It’s going to leave big bruises. Won’t you please spread it out?” Anna sounded like she was trying to weasel out of the punishment.

“No, because you like getting your titties spanked, and you LITERALLY had an orgasm the last time I spanked your pussy.”

“I couldn’t help that, Brodie!” Anna became defensive and apologized.

“You aren’t supposed to get off from corrections. That’s why you will get butt punched until you can’t sit down – so you will be more inclined to crawl.”

Anna suppressed the desire to argue, and the defiance faded from her face.

Brodie sat down on the couch. I was a little shocked when he told his mother to climb across his lap. She was quite a bit bigger than her son, and when she slithered across his body, it was to position herself tits down and ass up over his knee.

“If we haven’t scared you off from ever coming back,” she explained to me as she wriggled into position and explained, “You will probably see us corrected at least once when you visit. I know this probably looks a little strange. Brodie is allowed to correct us when we disobey one of his orders. It’s not the same thing as a punishment.”