Chapter 5: by Jill Smith

Two weeks had passed since Megan, Eric and I were introduced to SPH (suffering pain and humiliation). During that time the three of us had a lot of conversations about the day we were initiated. That's what we called it, our initiation. Our initiation into SPH. A defining moment in our lives.

We talked about how strange it was for us to have sex the way we did. We talked about the things we did and how nasty they were and how good they felt and how painful they were. We wondered if we were perverted and if we were, did it matter. There were some conversations that included David but most of the discussions were among just the three of us. There was nothing we wouldn't say to each other. We had no inhibitions, which is understandable when you consider the things we had done with each other the day of our initiation.

Since that day, one major change in our lives was our sleeping arrangements. Each night I had a different partner in bed, sometimes two. It was like musical beds. One night I might sleep with David and another with Megan and another with Eric. One memorable night I slept with both David and Eric. Sex that night consisted of Eric on his back and me riding him. Then I lay forward and David entered my anus from behind. They were both in me at the same time. It was difficult to keep a rhythm going and finally Eric slipped out and we were all in such a frenzy he couldn't find his way back in. He finally came all over my tummy. David, old pro that he is, shot deep inside my bowels. I had already orgasmed and was just along for the ride. Our timing wasn't always perfect.

Some nights I eschewed sex but I still had a partner. We'd cuddle and kiss but we were just to pooped to pop. Or at least I was. Another fun thing was that whomever I slept with I'd shower with the following morning. Believe it or not, this usually did not result in sex. Usually. It was just a great feeling to have someone wash your back and your tummy and your bottom and your breasts and your... , well, you get the idea. I learned that petting and intimacy without an orgasm can be a great feeling. Life is more than the "big bang."

David slept at our house about half the time and with me about half the time he was at our house. The other times he'd sleep with Megan and/or Eric. During some of our heart-to-hearts Eric would tell Megan and me about his nights with David. He said that they were sexual and that sometimes they even kissed on the lips. With tongue! (There was nothing we didn't talk about.) He said that sex was always oral. One night Eric asked David about anal sex and David said be patient. In due time.

Our bodies had healed. My welts were entirely gone after one week but Megan's and Eric's bottoms took longer. I think the last of the color disappeared after ten days. I suspect they were disappointed when all signs of their torment had left.

Our social life was limited to evenings with the Mortons. This was a family that I had known for about a year but David had known longer. Steve and Shelly and their two kids, Beth and Todd. Beth and Todd were both younger than my children but after our initiation they were Megan and Eric's only social friends. Our lifestyle and values had changed so drastically that Megan and Eric simply felt that they had nothing in common with their former friends. Can you picture Megan and her girlfriends talking about sex and Megan describing how her brother came in her face after her ass had been brutally caned? Not likely.

Beth was fifteen and a darling girl. Blond hair, blue eyes and a sweet personality. A very attractive girl. I think Eric was secretly in love with her in spite of their age difference. Her brother, Todd, was fourteen and also seemed like a nice boy but I don't think Eric and Megan were too crazy about him. He could be kind of sneaky sometimes. He needed to grow up a little.

We had exchanged dinners once since our initiation. Once at their house and once at ours. They'd show up about five and while Steve, Shelly, David and I had a few drinks the kids would go the basement and shoot pool or something. Megan and Eric didn't seem to mind occupying the Morton kids and, like I said, Eric enjoyed being around Beth. Then it was dinner, more socializing after dinner and home by eleven. Then to bed with my partner(s) of the night. The Mortons were a breath of sanity in what had become our crazy life. The rest of the time it was Megan, Eric and me and sometimes David. And that seemed to be sufficient.

My children and I were wondering with trepidation and anticipation when, or even if, we would be placed under SPH again. We went on a shopping trip that answered the "if" part. First the four of us went to the local home improvement store. We purchased three unfinished wooden stools. Then we went to the tool section and purchased three chisel handles. A chisel handle is just that. The handle is made of wood and is about six inches long. It's rounded on the end and gets thicker to a diameter if a little over an inch. Then it tapers to a smaller diameter and then back out a little. It's perfect for shoving in you ass and your sphincter muscles grabbing the tapered part. But we'd learn all about that later. Then we purchased two dowels a couple feet long. One was about three-quarters of an inch thick and the other about an inch and a quarter. Also, we purchased a couple sets of stick-on letters.

After the home improvement store it was off to the pet store where we purchased six bowls for feeding dogs. Three were blue and three were red. David explained that the blue were for water and the red were for food. We didn't have any pets and although David didn't say whom the bowls were for we didn't have to ask. Our last stop was at the drug store where we purchased three jars of Vaseline petroleum jelly. Megan asked David if he was having trouble with dry skin. David smiled but he didn't answer.

When we got back to our house David started snapping his fingers and in less than two minutes the Smith family was naked, sitting on their heels, knees spread, tummies in, shoulders back, chests out and hands folded behind their heads. It had been over two weeks since we had assumed this position and I wasn't used to it. Because of all of the sleeping together and sex and showering together that had happened I didn't think I'd feel the same degree of shame or humiliation that I felt the first time but I was wrong. There's something about the subservience of the position and the way it blatantly displays your sex that makes you feel those two things; shame and humiliation. I looked at Megan and Eric and could see by their heightened color and by the look on their faces that they felt it to. I should also add that I, personally, felt aroused. I could see that my two children were also aroused.

David said, " I'd like the three of you to put your names on your bowls. Get the stuff we bought and we'll get started."

On our hands and knees we gathered up our purchases and got to work. We sat in a circle on the floor in the family room and David was relaxing in his favorite chair.

"I bought these things to get you ready for anal sex," he said, handling the chisel handles. "Have either you, Megan, or you, Eric, ever tried anal sex?"

Both my children responded, "No, Master David."

"As you can guess, it can be painful the first time," he continued. "Your mother can attest to that." Both of my children looked at me and for some silly reason I reddened. "So we're going to do some things to make sodomy more comfortable for you. And at the same time, to further you training."

David gave the handles to me and said, "Take them into the washroom, Jill, and thoroughly wash them and clean them with alcohol."

I crawled off to the bathroom and did as instructed. I returned to my place on the floor and David continued with his instructions. "These are for the anus only, not the vagina. Never insert these yourself. Someone must do it for you. Eric, you can insert your mother's. Take the Vaseline and lubricate her anus, inside and out. Then lubricate the handle... We'll call them dildoes from now on since that's what they are. Then lubricate the dildo and push it in. You shouldn't have any trouble with her anus since I've already stretched it. This is just a training exercise for her."

Eric opened the Vaseline and greased up a couple fingers as I got on my knees and leaned forward on my elbows sticking my bottom up in the air. Humiliation was washing over me. I felt him slide his finger over my anus and then gently poke it's way in. He slid it around a bit, pulled it out, got some more Vaseline and repeated the process. Next he greased the dildo and I could feel it poking against my anus. With one hand on my bottom cheek he forced it in. The dildo slid in to the bottom of the taper and my sphincter gripped it there. I returned to a sitting position. The dildo wasn't painful but I was very aware of its presence. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it was kind of sexy.

"Wash your hands, Eric, and you can insert Megan's, Jill," commanded David. It was Eric's turn to crawl off to the bathroom and I began greasing my fingers. Megan positioned her bottom as I had done. I spread her cheeks with one hand and greased her anus with my other. It may seem strange, but there's something sexy about a young lady's anus. A brown rosebud waiting for my intrusion. My finger slipped in with little resistance. Megan responded slightly as I moved my finger around and withdrew it. There was some brown on my finger and some feces under my nail. Megan shit, I thought to myself. I hadn't seen that since she was a kid in diapers. The dildo wasn't as easy. As I forced it in and Megan gave a little cry. But she appeared to be comfortable when the dildo settled in place and she returned to a sitting position. She had a slight smile on her face.