"Remember, mom, I'll meet you at the school for the meeting on the new sport. It starts at 3pm, don't be late, there's going to be a lot families there today," yelled my pre-teen daughter, Angie.

"Okay, dear," I yelled back as I sipped my coffee. Angie was bounding down the stairs.

"Look on the bulletin board where the meeting will be held!" she yelled again as she walked out the door to meet with her friends at the mall.

"Okay, honey, have fun at the mall!" I replied.

My name is Kathy Woods; I was sitting at the kitchen table having my morning coffee wondering why I even contemplating about participating in family sports for the school district. First a little about me, I'm forty years old and a stay at home mom. I never attended college as I didn't have a school district sports letter. I never participated in sports and sometimes I think that is why Angie hadn't participated in sports throughout elementary school. My husband Bill works for the water department over in Climax, the county seat of Cherish Valley. We've been married for twelve years now. Our daughter Angie, who is twelve, will be a seventh grader this coming school year.

All sports in Cherish Valley were family participation sports, even at the elementary school level. I had been lucky so far in that Angie hadn't shown any interest in sports in elementary school until now. Nude parent child soccer was usually the first sport kids and parents participated in at the elementary school level. It featured moms and dads and the kids running up and down soccer field nude. But not Angie, she didn't show any interest in nude soccer. Like I said, maybe she got that from me as I never participated in sports while I was in school; that is until this new sport came along.

It's called 'Puppy Girl Competition' and was recently sanctioned by the Board of Elders at the end of the last school year. Angie came home on the last day of school last spring talking about it. There had been newscasts over the last couple of months with discussions on the radio and on the intra-valley internet. Editorial writers for the newspapers wrote their opinion on the new sport, but nobody really knew what the new sport was all about. Information from the board was held in strict confidence. There were all kinds of speculation as to what was required, so I would find out today. What we had heard was that there would be one competition against other school districts in the Valley; Bikini Bottom school district, Zip Down school district, and Climax school district. We lived in the area served by the Intercourse school district.

With Angie talking about the new sport, and asking me several times a week if I was going to see what the sport was about, I fretted all summer whether I wanted to be part of the school district team. Alma Martin, who a sings with me in the choir, told me in church last month that if half the rumours were true, then no self-respecting wife and mother would degrade herself such a silly sport. She whispered to me that her daughter, who is fifteen, tried to convince her to join. We both agreed that nobody really knew anything about the sport so how could anybody agree to it, I mean, other than what we read in the paper or heard on the TV.

Then there's my neighbor two houses down, Glinda Scott. She also told me that she would never seriously consider participating in a sport that humiliated an adult woman. Her seventeen year old daughter, Stacey, is a senior but had never joined a sports team in her school career. She asked me how I could join something that I had no idea what it was about? I told that I was just going to attend the meeting with Angie and see what the new sport was all about.

I talked it over with Bill and he seemed kind of cool to the idea. Not that I was going to join mind you, but I wanted to get his feeling about it. He was a little concerned that Angie hadn't shown an interest sports at the elementary school level but that she still had six years of school left. He also didn't like the family participation aspect either, even when he was growing up in Climax, but he said it was my decision if I joined the new sport or not.

Now the Cherish Valley feminists were getting involved in the debate. Efforts by anti-degradation feminists group brought the debate of the new sport into the public realm. The ADF was opposed by the sexually positive feminism group which advocated the new sport. Over the past three months the intense debate and acrimony between sex-positive feminists and anti-degradation feminists was referred to as the "Feminist Sex Debates". I agree with the sex-positive feminism which centers on the idea that sexual freedom is an essential component of an adult women's freedom.

The anti-degradation feminists, in my opinion, exaggerated the dangers of this new sport by talking about the most shocking pornographic images of mothers being degraded by their daughters. Sex-positive feminists argue that access to this new sport is as important to mothers as it is pre-teen girls, and that there is nothing inherently degrading to women about it.

The school districts hadn't even decided on a name for the new sport yet. The TV news was bantering around names like "Puppy Dog Trials", "A Girl and her Bitch", "A girl's Best Friend". But some of the critics were a little harsher with names like "The Bitch Training Cup" or "Best Bitch of Cherish Valley". Last year we had a TV series called One Girl and her Dog - it was a competition for young girls and involved rounding up sheep with her dog. The show only lasted one season but was fun to watch. The rumor was the idea for this new sport came from this show. I don't know if I believe that or not.

So with Angie pestering me all summer, I agreed last week to at least go to the meeting with her and see what it was about. Angie was so happy that she called all her friends.

I finished my cup of coffee and got up to adjust my pink colored apron with cartoon characters on it. It was a Mother's Day gift from Angie this year. It was all the rage in the valley for stay at home moms to wear a one-piece sun dress with buttons down the front and a belt around my waist. The dress length came down to below my knees and on my feet were red high heels with a four inch heel that spiked at the bottom. I liked my long blonde hair straight down to my shoulders with a curl at the bottom as I didn't like my hair in a bun or ponytail and I certainly didn't like my hair short.

I always start my house cleaning in Angie's room. She usually left her clothes on the floor, like her thong underwear, training bras, and knee high socks. I gave into her about wearing thong underwear last year as I thought it disgusting but she said it was all the rage amongst sixth grader girls. I couldn't argue with that because the clothing stores at the mall all advertised thong underwear for girls as young as five. And the push-up training bras, I told her she didn't need them as she was still flat chested but she insisted, said she wanted to feel all grown up. The clothing stores in their advertisements, urge young girls to feel like a woman and wear push-up bras.

As I looked about her room there were two white thong undies on the floor. I picked them up and noticed that they were both crusty so I sniffed the crotch. My twelve year-old daughter had been masturbating for some time now. I maybe a prude in a lot of things as my daughter calls it, but I smiled as I was a proponent of masturbating, the younger the better as the sex-positive feminists say. I put her dirty clothes in the clothes bag for washing.

I cleared off her desk where she does her homework and made her bed. I looked around her room and smiled. It was done in pink and blue pastel colors with cute cartoon characters on the wall. I remembered when Bill and I painted it. She had her Barbie dolls on the shelves above her bed along with her teddy bears. Angie hasn't quite grown up yet. Those Barbie dolls smiling down at me; it gave me such peace to be in her room.

I walked down the hallway to her bathroom. I could smell the toilet as I walked into the bathroom. Angie for some reason never flushed the toilet and it aggravated me and excited me at the same time. I look down into the toilet and see two perfectly formed turds floating in a bowl of yellow. My stomach tingles and my pussy spasms a little. The other thing I notice is that there is no used toilet paper floating in the toilet bowl. I look at the waste basket under the sink and see several waded up tissues with brown marks on them. My stomach tingles again, I bite my lip and look around. Bill is at work and of course Angie as you know has just left for the mall.

I squat down in front of the toilet bowl, shame written all over my face knowing what I was going to do. Angie had never flushed the toilet even when I was potty training her. There I was squatting in front of her, giving her encouragement, as she sat on the toilet seat, her little legs spread apart as she peed and pushed out her little girl turds. God damn how that made me so hot between my legs. For some reason I let it go and never pushed her to flush the toilet. I would wipe her little rear end and drop the used tissues in the bowl. But the last several years Angie had been putting the used tissues in the wastebasket. I never asked her why she was doing that and she never offered an explanation. She just knew that I would empty the wastebasket and flush the toilet for her.

I opened my thighs as I was squatting in front of the toilet. I look around self-consciously as if somebody might be watching then slowly stick my face into the toilet bowl and breathed deep. Oh, fuck, how I loved the smell. I reach over and pick out one of the used tissues and slowly rub the brown smear on the tip of my nose.

I reach under my dress with my left hand and rub my cunt. I never wear panties when I am cleaning the house. The panties just get in the way of things. I look at the used tissue and think that I would just die if Angie or Bill caught me as I kiss the brown smear on the tissue. I feel my face flush with embarrassment as I kiss and lick the brown smear on the tissue. How dirty and disgusting I seem if somebody walks in on me. This is my own little secret, I have lots of little secrets.

My left hand furiously works my cunt and clit. I am close to cumming so I stick my head in the toilet bowl again and breath deep. I am careful not to let my pretty blonde hair fall into the toilet that would be disgusting. I remove my head from the bowl and put the tissue ever so gently in the yellow water. I run the tissue along one of Angie's turds getting it good and slimy and wet. The tissue paper is biodegradable, made to degrade in the land fill after three days and with the fecal matter smeared on it, the tissue put nutrients back in the ground. But the most important aspect of the tissue paper I found was that it tasted good.

I look at the soaked tissue paper with Angie's fecal matter smeared on it, then open my mouth and stuff the tissue in. I quickly look at the bathroom door as if somebody will come walking in on me as I chew the tissue. After a couple of chews the tissue dissolves in my mouth. I feel a small orgasm over take my body as I swallow the tissue. I gives me a little tingle in my stomach to know that when Angie gets home she will notice that the toilet has been flushed but that one of the tissues she used would be missing. Fuck, you don't know how horny that makes me.

I stand up and straighten my dress. As I flush the toilet I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The little brown stain on the end of nose makes me giggle. "I'm a brown noser," I giggle out loud as I walk out of the bathroom.

I walk into Angie's room and sit down on the floor, then I stretch out and look at the Barbie dolls on the shelf staring down at me. "Yes, girls," I say to the Barbies. "I am a nasty mother and wife, but I can't help myself!"

Then I wonder again about joining this new sport and how degrading it might be. The smile fades from my face. Do I really want to do this? I reach up with my left index finger and wipe the end of nose on my finger tip. I look at my finger with brown on it and ponder a moment. 'Maybe I really do like being humiliated,' I think to myself as I put my finger in my mouth suck it. The Barbie dolls stare down at me.

I have never had sex with Angie and I never really wondered why. I had sex with my mom when I was growing up, even had fun at the clubs when I was in high school. But I never forced myself on my daughter and Angie has never approached me about sex. If her friends were having sex with their moms, Angie never said anything to me. That is the way of life here in Valley, some mothers had sex with their daughters and some did not. Sometimes as I am lying here in Angie's room I wish that we were having sex. Seeing her pre-teen naked, her flat breasts and her hairless crotch, I know she hasn't grown pubic hair yet because her puberty hasn't started yet.

I sit up and look around Angie's bedroom. Enough fantasizing, time to get back to work I say to myself.

**

As I drive into the parking of the school I see the anti-degradation feminists protesting the new sport. Well, that's their right. I parked the car in the front lot of the high school and walked up to the front entrance avoiding the women of the ADF; a lot of families were entering the building, parents and kids eagerly talking about the different sports that were offered. Moms and dads, brothers and sisters were eagerly looking forward to sign-up day. I didn't think that I needed to bring anything but myself as I was just going to see what this new sport was all about.

I walked down the crowded hallway looking at the signs announcing different sports.

I saw a poster for nude mother daughter tag team wrestling. I heard that the bodies got oiled up making it harder to grip the other person. Then there was nude life size chess, I had heard from one of my friends at church the other week that the castle was some sort of all glass bondage and discipline room that moved around on wheels and that one match could last all day. She said that the women were pawns and that if they were captured they were put in this glass castle and tortured for all to see. I shuddered wondering what kind of woman would allow that to happen to her.

Then there was nude volleyball with a twist, nude boys' and girls' golf that gave a new meaning to the word 'putting'. As I walked further down the hallway looking at posters advertising different sports, I saw sign-ups for mothers cheerleading squad, mother-daughter field hockey. There was a request for team mothers all in sports.

'Okay, there it is, puppy girl sign up,' I say to myself as I spot the poster advertising the new sport. The meeting is in the cafeteria. I work my way down the crowded hallway towards the cafeteria.

I walk into the school cafeteria. Boy, was it crowded with other mothers and girls who were in the elementary, middle, and high school. Mothers and daughters are here in force today, I think. I look around and see my friend's, Mary Johnson and Cindy Spanner from church. Their daughters are talking to each other. I walk over to them and give them a hug. There is a lot of conversation going to around the cafeteria. All the lunch tables are taken and there are women standing along the walls. I look around and wave at Angie who waves back at me. She waves me over and points to a space next to her. I work my way through the crowd of women and girls.

I say my hellos to other women I know and squeeze through the crowd, waving at others. I am a little surprised about some of my friends who are here, but they are probably surprised at seeing me also. Standing next to Angie is Hanna Snyder who is the same age as Angie. They have been friends since first grade.

"Hi, mom!" Angie says with a smile. "This is so exciting!" she gushes.

"Hi, Mrs Woods!" Hanna smiles at me.

"Hi girls," I replied nervously as I looked around. "Yes it is exciting. So many are here today."

"This is gonna be so cool!" Angie says to Hanna.

"Where's your mother, Hanna?" I ask.

"Oh, she's over there someplace," the twelve year-old waves her hand at the rear of the classroom.

A young woman walked into the class room working her way through the crowd of women to the front of the classroom.

"Attention ladies," the young woman yelled and then clapped her hands. "Attention ladies!" she yelled louder. The cafeteria slowly got quiet as conversation died down. "Thank you! I am Miss Wagner, Coach Wagner to your daughters?" she smiled. "I am the newly appointed coach of the puppy girl team this year. I am twenty-two years-old and I just graduated from college last month. My degree is in the psychology of older women and how they behave."

There was a murmur from the assembled mothers. There must have been a hundred or so mothers in the room. Miss Wagner waited for the noise to quiet down. I was standing next to Hanna and Angie.

"I'll get into my background a minute, but first, I want to thank you ladies for coming here this afternoon. I know this is not easy for you but we are glad you are here to support your daughters. As you all know, for girls to get into college, they need a school sports letter, meaning, each girl has to be on a team that wins a sport or win at an individual sport at anytime during her school career."

All the mothers in the cafeteria were looking at Miss Wagner nodding their heads. They had also gone through this when they were in school. No wining team or no championship at an individual sport, then the girl did not get into college, period. Males had no such conditions, they all went to college, but girls in general and adult women in particular, had always been treated as second class citizens and always would be in the Valley.

"Could I please have you mothers and daughters stand next to each other or sit next to each other?"

"See ya, Angie," Hanna said as she worked her way through the crowd of women looking for her mother.

It took a couple of minutes to everybody to sort things out.

"Okay, first, since it is new and the rules are still being written, this sport requires that five mothers sign up. Each school district will field one team with five mothers and daughters. The mix for each team as mandated by the Board can be girls from the elementary, middle school and high school at any age from six to seventeen years old."

We all knew this because it was talked about on TV during the summer. Some of the debate centered on girls as young as six in the first grade competing in a stressful sport. That argument was countered that if the mother was cooperative then youngster should have no problem participating, but that depended on the mother. I looked around the cafeteria and wondered how many mothers had daughters in elementary school.

Coach Wagner continued. "So in an effort to reduce the number of mothers we have here, the board has decided we cannot accept mothers who have other kids at home, only families where your daughter is the only child."

There were some moans and groans as about twenty or so mothers and their daughters left the classroom; some sounded disappointed. Another part of the debate which hadn't been decided, but now I guess it has, was how much stress would the mother be under with kids at home. The rumor was that the new sport would be humiliating enough without other kids at home.

I looked at Angie and smiled. She moved her hand to mine and grasped it. It was comfort to hold hands with her.

Coach Wagner waited as those women left.

"Next, the board has decided we cannot accept mothers who have full time jobs, but if you are willing to quit your job to support your daughter, that is permissible," Coach Wagner said as she clasped her hands behind her back.

I looked over at Mary and Cindy, my two friends from church. We were stay at home moms. I looked around the cafeteria as fifty or so mothers and their daughters started leaving the room. Some of the youngsters pleaded with their mothers to quit their jobs. I could also hear some of the mothers who were leaving the room mutter about how unfair it was to be penalized for working.

As the room cleared out, the women who were standing along the walls moved in to sit down at the vacant lunch tables. I pointed at table a couple of rows over and Angie and moved over to it.

There were about fifty mothers and daughters in the cafeteria waiting on Coach Wagner.

"Again I am Miss Wagner, or Coach Wagner, most of you have probably heard of me, I worked on some of the female issues for the Board of Elders last year while I was still in college," Miss Wagner smiled as she looked around at the women. "I have a minor in 'Female Masturbation' and a certificate in 'Lap Dances.'"

The mothers looked at each other. I had heard of Miss Wagner last year when the board was deciding the dress codes for all adult females in the valley. I thought she was pretty smart with her arguments.

"But, enough about me, I'd rather focus on this new sport called 'Puppy Girl Competition' as sanctioned by the Board of Elders."

So that was the official name of this new sport. We were all sitting now anxiously watching Coach Wagner for what she had to say about it. Angie moved forward to the edge of the bench and looked at the coach.

"As you all know, the Board of Elders agreed to try out this new sport this year after hearing arguments for it and against it last school year. The board decided for it because they want your daughters to have every chance at obtaining a college degree. There are a lot of sports throughout the twelve years of school and not every girl is cut out for them. This new sport, this puppy girl competition, is another avenue for your daughters to be winners."

Most of the mothers clapped and smiled at hearing this. It was true that if a girl at anytime during her school career won first place in a sport then she could attend college, no matter what year of school she won it.

"But, probably what you have not heard is that there are some stipulations that the Board of Elders has attached to this new sport, such as, if our school district finishes second, third or fourth place, your daughters will not have a chance to go to college, ever." Coach Wagner looked at the mother's sitting before her.

There were groans, grasps and whispering amongst the fifty or so remaining mothers. The youngsters looked worried and Angie looked at me.

A mother stood up with a worried look on her face. "But my daughter will be able to attend college if she wins in another sport, right?"

Everybody looked over at the woman who asked the question and then looked at Coach Wagner. That was a fair question because if you lost at one sport you could always try another.

"No, they will not be eligible to join another sport after this one." There was loud murmuring and talking between mothers and daughters. "Quiet, ladies, as I was saying, they will not be able to join another sport and thus would be ineligible to go to college."

About ten mothers stood up and worked their way out to the cafeteria door. I shook my head, this was not good. Their daughters did not look happy.

There was still whispering and murmuring in the cafeteria.

"Quiet, please ladies," Coach Wagner said.

The room was quiet but I looked around and saw a lot of nervous and worried looks on faces. Angie moved her hand to mine and grasped it.

Coach Wagner continued. "Another stipulation is, once you start your training in this new sport, none of the five mothers can back out or quit. As I said before, the teams are made up of five girls and their mothers. If any one of you quit, meaning if you quit your daughter, or you can't take the training anymore, then the whole team, mothers and daughters disbands and your daughters lose out."

None of the mothers said a word and Angie looked at me. I sat there staring at the coach wondering if I had heard her right. An all or nothing proposition: I didn't like this type of condition. Angie squeezed my hand.

"What five of you mothers are about to embark on is not to be taken lightly. You should give serious thought to this new sport, not only for your daughter and her future but for the other mothers sitting around you who maybe on the team. Look at each other. Today is Monday, training starts Wednesday, if any of you quit after Wednesday, then write off your daughter's future."

The coach looked out at the mothers and daughters sitting in the cafeteria. I looked around the room catching the look on Mary's and Cindy's face. I don't think that they expected this turn of events, I know I didn't. Angie had worried look on her face.

Coach Wagner walked to a lunch table and sat down on top of it.

"Now, little bit about this program and competition. As I said before, I need five mothers and their daughters from any grade level. I am aware of the controversy about first and second graders participating in this sport, but with the proper training and attitude on the part the mother, the youngster should be able to overcome the stress of the training and the competition."

Looking out at the forty mothers still in the cafeteria, Coach Wagner asked, "I see that I have about forty or so of you still here, that is good, as your still curious about this sport. Do I have mothers whose daughters are in elementary, middle school and high school here?"

About half the women raised their hands including me.

"Good, can I please have the elementary school mothers over here," she said pointing her right. "And the middle school mothers over here to my left."

Angie and I got up and walked over to another lunch table and sat down with ten other mothers. I noticed that Hanna Snyder and her mother were gone as the middle school girls and mothers sat down at the lunch table.

Coach Wagner did a quick count of the three groups.

"Okay, nice, we have thirteen elementary school mothers, ten middle school mothers and eighteen high school mothers. As I said, we only need five of you from any grade level."

Coach Wagner got off the lunch table and walked around. "If you don't know each other please introduce yourselves."

In my middle school group we had three of us whose daughters were in the fifth grade, two in the sixth grade, two in the seventh grade and three in the eighth grade. The two girls in sixth grade, Laura Andrews and Kari Olson, knew Angie but I didn't know their mothers.

After a couple of minutes Coach Wagner continued. "I know you all want to be on this team with your lovely daughters otherwise you wouldn't be here, you would have gotten up earlier and left." There were chuckles and giggles around the room. Coach Wagner got a serious look on her face. "But in order to win this year, the mothers must buy into the notion that you will be puppy girls." Coach Wager stopped and looked at the three groups of mothers. "A puppy girl is a female dog which is also known as 'bitch'".

My stomach tingled and pussy spasmed when I heard Coach Wagner say that. I think I also got flushed in the face. Angie looked embarrassed as did the other girls at the lunch table.

There was murmuring at the three tables. I took a deep breath: a bitch, a female dog. We all knew about this from the TV debates on the morning news, so it really was nothing new, but to hear it out loud in a group setting with our daughters sitting next to us was a little unsettling. Some of the other mothers looked embarrassed and some fidgeted with their hands not looking up.

"I mean, mothers, you have to think it, live it, drink it, and be it. This is going to be a difficult two months for you, but think carefully, your relationship with your daughter will change over the next two months, I like to think for the better."

I was dismayed at how quickly my pussy got wet just hearing coach Wagner talk about it. I looked at the ten women at my table, sitting with full attention, listening. Angie and I looked at each other and I wondered exactly how my relationship with her would change.

"What this means ladies is that you must give up the traditional parent child role." There was murmuring in the three groups. "For all of you this will be difficult, but for the next two months your daughter will be responsible for your welfare not the other way around. She will have complete control your daily actions."

I sat forward wondering exactly what she meant. I also hoped that I would not have a wet spot on my dress when I stood up. Give up my parenting role? Angie was only twelve years-old, how could she ever know what parenting is like at such a young age. I looked at Angie as she sat forward on the bench looking at the coach. She had a slightly different look on her face. That puzzled me.

"Explain this 'complete control' thing?" a mother at the high school table asked.

Coach Wagner looked out the three groups of mothers. "It means, that your daughters are responsible for your training, well being, feeding, cleaning, every aspect of your life, just as she would if she had a real female dog, a bitch. Your daughter will own your body and mind for the two months of training leading up to the competition. Also, along with this and I don't want to hit this one too hard, but, the rules as written by the board state that you will break off marital relations with your husband for the duration of the training and competition."

There was complete silence as the mothers stared at Coach Wagner. I'm wondering if I heard this right. Break off sexual relations with Bill? He had the most lovely ten inch cock I had ever seen. Fuck I loved suckling that monster, my nose buried in his pubic hair as he slowly pumped his hips pushing his cock into my throat. I had learned to deep throat soon after high school. I could take about twelve inches down my throat with no problem at all. I also secretly loved it when he sat the toilet seat with his beautiful cock sticking out and I was kneeling in front of him deep throating him.

I shook my head bringing myself back to reality. I looked at Angie again and she had an excited look on her face.

Coach Wagner looked around the cafeteria. "In other words, ladies, your daughter will be responsible for your training, discipline, feeding, care and your sexual needs as well just as she would with a bitch."

All the mothers looked aghast saying, "What the fuck?" "What the hell" "This is bullshit". There were grasps around the classroom.

I looked down at the table top and squirmed on the bench. My cunt was getting very wet now. 'Fuck!' I thought to myself. This would be horrible to turn my life over to my daughter, but it also excited me. Angie looked at me with a hopeful look on her face, almost as if she really wanted me to join up right then and there.

"Quiet, ladies! Let me explain what that means."

"Damn right you're going to explain that one," a mother at the elementary school table said as she got up. It looked to me like she would run for the exits.

"It means that for the duration of the sport, from Wednesday to the day after the competition on the Autumn Harvest, your daughter will control your relations with your husband." There were murmuring and grasps, mothers and daughter whispering to each other. Miss Wagner raised her voice over the noise. "Too include sexual relations." The mothers got upset and started talking. "It means ladies, please be quiet, it means that your husband will have to ask your daughter when he wants sexual relations with you, please be quiet, it means that he has to ask your daughter for permission when he wants sexual relations with you, it also means, that your daughter, during the two months of training, can approve or deny your sexual relations with your husband or any affections that your husband may show towards you."

The mothers were very upset and some of the youngsters were smiling. Shit I was upset. Having a twelve year-old control my sex life? I made my stomach tingle just thinking about it. But could I really do it? The rewards for winning would almost certainly outweigh any discomfort about losing my sex life to Bill for two months. I mean, wouldn't it be worth it if Angie could attend college? Angie grasped my hand as she looked at me. I was embarrassed as she stared at me with pleading eyes. I could tell she really wanted to join.

"This is just for the duration of the training. She will set your sleep schedule, where you sleep, what you eat, how you dress. You must follow her instructions because come competition time, please be quiet ladies, settle down, come competition time if you don't follow her directions and we lose, think of where your daughter will end up, unable to get into college, ever! Think hard ladies about what you are about to embark upon."

There was hurried talking at the each table as Coach Wagner continued talking. I was trying to listen to the mothers at my table and not rub my pussy, but also give the coach the courtesy of listening to her as well.

Up to this point Angie hadn't said anything, but she leaned over and whispered, "I really want this mother!" That was an odd thing for her to say because she never used the word "mother" before.

"This will be a role reversal with your daughter parenting you. You must be obedient to her because come competition time that is where points will be scored."

Angie still had that strange look on her face as she watched the coach talking. My pussy was still wet and my nipples were getting hard under my bra, good thing my bra was thick.

"For those of you who think this might be too humiliating or demeaning for you, please leave now." Coach Wagner waited for the mothers and daughters to leave the cafeteria.

From my group, two of the fifth grade mothers got and headed for the door and one of the eighth mothers followed them. Several mothers from the elementary and high school group left also. Almost all of them were muttering about the sexual relations thing with their husbands. I heard a couple of the girls plead with their mothers about listening to the coach.

One of the seventh grade mothers at my table got and walked for the exit. As she was walking out of the cafeteria a hand went up from the high school group.

"Yes?"

"What do you mean by sexual needs?"

"What I mean is your daughter will dictate when you cum, when you masturbate and most importantly, as I said, when you have sex with your husband."

There was a pause, silence in the classroom. 'What the fuck?' I almost said aloud. I looked at Angie and thought to myself, her telling me that? I could see the look in the other mothers faces also, asking themselves the same thing as mothers and daughters looked at each other. How humiliating and degrading but fuck, my damn pussy was wetter now. Angie looked at me and smiled, it was the smile of an excited young girl who walked into candy store.

"Once you agree to this competition, it will be your responsibility to talk with your husband, about when and where he can have sex with you. Your daughter must be present though."

Four more women got up to leave one of whom was one of the eighth grade mothers from my table. The women were almost dragging their daughters behind them.

"Mothers make no mistake. You must think of yourselves as dogs, a bitch, you must be obedient to your daughter just like a real dog is obedient to its mistress. Your daughter will control every aspect of your life for the next two months during training and the competition."

There was more whispering at each table with the girls smiling to each and some mothers with worried looks on their faces. Another hand went up.

"Yes, you there."

"You mentioned discipline, what do you mean by that?" the woman asked with a worried look on her face. The woman's daughter looked eager, like Angie.

"Just like a dog is disciplined by its mistress, so you will be disciplined by your daughters. The infractions will be determined by her. On Wednesday at 2pm after our first practice, Mrs. Tina Kelley, the president of the Committee of the Suffering Female, will host a three hour training class for the five mothers and daughters at the church on how to administer discipline. The class will be a specialized class as there are certain things your daughter's can't do to you."

Angie leaned over to her friends Laura and Kari and whispered something behind her hand. Both girls smiled and nodded their heads. I tapped Angie's shoulder getting her attention back.

The mothers sat there looking around at each other. The woman who asked the question continued on. "But I mean, just exactly what does this discipline entail? We hadn't, or least I haven't heard about any of this."

"A lot of the rules and training were debated behind closed doors with all the school districts. Most of what you heard throughout the summer we leaked to the media, so it is no surprise that you haven't heard about this. To answer your question, your daughters will learn how to properly slap and spank you and how to properly use the riding crop on your most intimate areas of your body without damaging your skin."

There were gasps and whispers and giggles from the youngsters. A few more women got up to leave including the woman who asked the question trailed by their daughters. Mindy Andrews got up and pulled her daughter Laura behind her.

I couldn't imagine my Angie spanking me let alone slapping me. But to have her use a riding crop on my genitals? My clit jumped when I thought about that. Angie just smiled at me but her eyes betrayed her excitement. Could I allow my daughter discipline me?

"What does a young girl know of an adult woman's body?" asked a mother sitting at the high school table.

"That is what I will teach them during practice and what they will practice with you at home. Remember, ladies, the other three school districts also fall under the same rules from the Board of Elders, same thing will happen to their daughters or the team as a whole if one of them quits. This is an all or nothing proposition."

The three groups of women were talking each when Coach Wagner interrupted them.

"Okay, the board has determined that the one day competition will take place during the Autumn Harvest in two months; there will be five events in one day. One mother daughter team will rotate through each event. Each event will have four mother daughters, one from each school district in a rotation basis. In each event throughout the day you will be competing with the same three mother daughters from the other schools. The only event that will be different will be herding event. You will all be in that one together."

"What is this herding event all about?" asked Darcie Olson, the mother of Kari, from our table.

"Looking at the rules for "Best of Herding' it means that I will select one of you to herd the other four mothers in a holding pen to another holding pen while taking commands from your daughter."

"Well, that seems easy enough. We can see where we're going," the mother smiled nervously.

"Not exactly, the other four mothers' will be blind folded and have ear plugs. The one of you who will be doing the herding will be blindfolded also. That is why it is very important to obey your daughters without question for one of them will be giving you commands to herd the others. Your obedience to her must be complete because the rules state that any hesitation on mother's part during the herding and we lose points. Points will be awarded based on time, which is the amount time it takes to herd you all into another holding pen."

Moans and "oh no's"" came from the mothers. I looked around at Mary and Cindy over at the high school table and both women grimaced and their daughters had smiles on their faces.

I looked at the other mothers wondering what I and they had gotten ourselves into. The new sport sounds horrible but at the same time my body is betraying what it really feels, which is my pussy getting wet every time I think about this competition. Angie was squirming in her seat.

Before the mothers could say anything further, coach Wagner continued, "There are five events which are as follows: hunting instincts, obstacle test, best of obedience, best of show, and best of herding. I will go into the rules of each event as your training progresses."

The young coach looked around the cafeteria. "Okay, so that is the five events," Coach Wagner said as she cleared her throat. "For the five mothers who agree to join this new sport, your team uniform, if you can call it that, will consist of a dog collar, leash, ankle and thigh restraints, knee pads and doggie style paws for your hands, but to compete your ensemble, the cosmology class and the science class have agreed to work together in fashioning a dog tail for each of you."

"What? What the hell does that mean?" a mother at my table demanded. The girls at the table had smiles on their faces. Angie looked at me and I turned several shades of red. I thought about how I would be on my hands and knees with a tail sticking out of my rear end.

"It means that on Friday you will get your hair cut done by the cosmology class, your hair scraps will be taken to the science class and fashioned onto a shoe horn type device that will be fitted into your anus. Thus making the appearance of you having a tail, with which you will be able to wag back and forth and up and down."

"Fuck", "Oh Shit," were heard from the group of mothers. I cringed when Miss Wagner said that. Here I would be naked on all fours with a dog tail wagging back and forth in front of my twelve year-old, my beautiful blonde hair sticking out of rear end. But none of the remaining women got and left after hearing that and that made my clit tingle again. I was humiliated because Angie was still staring at me, I looked away from her.

"That is the requirements for this new sport as mandated by the Board of Elders. And by extension, you will be nude throughout the training program and the one day competition."

There was look of humiliation and shame on the faces of the mothers as they thought about what Coach Wagner just said. I was certainly red in the face but it was more being flushed with horniness than anything else. Angie had a wild eye look on her face, I could just imagine her treating me like a dog and that got me very wet.

"But ladies, I am going to take this further, much further, I am going to stretch your mental limits during your training, ladies. Your daughter is going to stretch your humiliation and degrade you before this competition is over. Make no mistake; the other school district teams will be doing the same thing."

"What exactly do you mean by our daughters humiliating and degrading us?" asked a mother sitting at the high school table.

"As I said before, your daughters will be determining everything you do, even at home. You will have a lot of self-doubt and fear especially when out in public or even on the day of the competition. Your daughter will be taught on the finer points of humiliation, she will learn the best way to degrade you for if you have embarrassment or shame appearing nude in public we will lose points. Appearing like a female dog in public must come as second nature to you all and only by humiliating and degrading you can your daughter teach you to overcome that doubt and shame on competition day where the whole valley will see you."

I was silent as I let that piece of information soak in. Angie was going to humiliate and degrade me? Did I really want to do this? Wasn't there some other sport that Angie might like? And why is my damn pussy so wet! I looked at Angie who was staring down at the table. It looked like she was in deep thought about something, probably how much fun this was going to be for her.

"You will become for all intents and purposes, female dogs, a bitch, ladies. You will take commands from your daughters. You will give her your complete obedience and obey everything she says."

"Oh's" and gasps came from the group but still none of the remaining mothers got up to leave. My stomach was tingling and my heart rate went up. Obeying Angie? Could I do that? Angie squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I turned red again.

"That is not what I understood this new sport to be," my friend Cindy Spanner said from the high school table.

Coach Wagner looked at Cindy. "This is a puppy girl competition, a puppy, a girl. For the five mothers who decide to join the team, that is what you will be, a puppy girl."

The mothers became quiet at this point. I almost touched myself between my legs. Angie squirmed her seat. Her hand was all clammy with sweat.

Coach Wagner gathered up her things and walked towards the cafeteria exit, "Practice starts at 10am Wednesday morning at the church. The White Redeemer Church has graciously allowed our training to take place on their campus. The school district did not want disruptions to its activities, especially when school starts in August. I just need five of you on the team. Your training will be Monday, Wednesday and Friday. On Tuesdays and Thursdays you will practice what you have learned. Over the next two months, your daughters and I have to get you into the right frame of mind and you won't have time for any outside activities such as an annoying job. The only activities that you will be involved in is what your daughters allow."

Coach Wagner reached into her school bag and pulled out a handful of business cards, placing them on the table. "If you are still interested, take a card with you when you leave. Once you have thought it over and agreed to participate in this sport, have your daughter call the number on the card."

With that Miss Wagner turned on her heel and walked out the exit door and into the hallway. The mothers all looked at each other and their daughters, looks of despair on their faces, but smiles on the girls' faces.

We all sat there at the lunch room tables not looking at each other. I began to wonder who would be the first to get up and take a card. One mother got up and walked straight for the exit with her daughter trailing behind her. Then several other mothers followed her. Finally a mother from my table got and picked up a card from the table and walked out the door. I am sure she could feel our eyes boring into her as she walked out with her daughter smiling.

I got up from the lunch table, hesitated, then picked up a card on my way out. Angie was right behind me. I could almost feel her eyes boring into my back.

As I walked down the crowded hallway I wondered if I really wanted to do this sport. Angie had been so excited all summer and here it was, decision time for me. I stopped when I got outside, that's when Mary and Cindy caught up with me. They both had the card in their hands. Our three girls were standing there looking at us.

"So what do you think?" asked Mary as she looked at the business card.

"I think it is a lot to ask of a mother just so her daughter can get into college," I replied as I looked around the front of the school. Suddenly some of the other school sports didn't look so bad.

"Well, at least we have a little bit of time to think about it," Cindy said smiling weakly. She looked embarrassed just thinking about it. Our girls were standing off to one side watching us. Stacey Spanner who would be a freshman this fall was fourteen and Megan Johnson would be a junior was sixteen and of course my daughter, Angie. The girls knew each other from church but weren't really friends because of the age difference.

I looked at Angie and waved her on. "See you later ladies later," I said as Angie and I walked down the front steps.

Angie walked beside me. "Are you going to do this with me, mom?"

"Well, you certainly can't do it without me!" I replied. Fuck how I wanted to touch my cunt.

"What I meant was, are you going to do this sport with me?" she asked hopefully.

"I don't know darling, it all seems so much to comprehend," I replied as we walked to the car. "I mean the humiliation, the degradation that Coach Wagner was talking about."

"But if you look past the humiliation, mother, it will be so much fun, something you and I can do together, plus you can get some respect in the Valley if we win."

"I know honey, but, I didn't really realize what this new sport was when we talked about it last spring, I mean." I hesitated. I still wasn't sure I wanted to do this but my adrenaline was flowing like I wanted to

"Mom, we all knew about the same amount of information from the TV, newspapers and intranet. I don't think it will be all that bad."

I unlocked the car doors and we got in, Angie put her small purse on the floor in front of her. I started the car.

"Dog collar? Leash? And, my gosh, a dog tail made of mine own beautiful hair? I didn't realize the sport would be this detailed," I stopped and stared out the front window. "I like my blonde hair the way it is. I don't want it cut short."

"Your hair will grow back, mom, beside its kinda neat isn't it?" Angie smiled. "I mean dog collar and leash and a tail."

"No, not really," I replied starting the car. "Not when I am the one who will be sporting it. Everybody would make fun of me."

"I won't let anybody make fun of you, mom, besides, I didn't know about the doggie tail and collar and leash and such, sorry mom. If I had known I would not have asked you, but are you still going to do it?" my twelve year-old asked with a hopeful look on her face.

"I just don't know, maybe. So what do we tell your father?"

"So you going to do it with me, mom?" Angie said brightly.

"That is not what I said, honey. If, if I decide to do this, what are we going to tell your father?"

"What do you mean?" Angie asked with a concerned look on her face.

"You know what Coach Wagner said. That we would have to tell our dad that, um, hmm, that I can't have, uh, sexual relations with him," I stammered with embarrassment.

"Sexual relations? You and dad have sexual relations mother?" Angie laughed as she buckled herself in.

"That is not funny young lady, your father and I have fantastic sexual relations. Why am I telling you this? That is none of your business," I said as I backed the car up.

"I know mom, I'm just joking," Angie chuckled. "Mother, I am not going to tell father, you are, and if you are going to do this sport with me, you need to tell him by tomorrow noon which is the deadline."

I didn't say anything as I drove out of the parking lot.

Angie was looking out the side window. "You know mom, this is for my future. I mean, you can help me succeed in life."

"I know honey. But this is a very hard decision to make. It's not one that I can take lightly, especially with your father involved in a small way."

I was remembering what Miss Wagner had told us a little while back. It would be a big life adjustment for us to accept direction, discipline and decisions from our daughters. After twelve years of Angie being told what to do by me, now I would have to accept her as the decision maker in my life. It would not be easy for me, or any mother, to accept.

I sat in silence as we drove home. Was I going to do this with Angie? Turning my life over to her just so she could attend college if we won?

"Remember mom," Angie said breaking the silence. "Think of me attending college, having a better life, not of the shame and humiliation you might feel as a puppy girl if you join the team."

"Easy Angie, this isn't very easy for me, I haven't decided one way or the other yet. I am carrying the biggest burden of this sport you know, I am turning my life over to you," I said as we turned into the driveway.

"Tell you what mother," Angie said leaning over from the passenger seat. "I will not let anything bad happen to you nor will I unnecessarily degrade you just for the fun of it. I guess there will be the normal humiliation that you will feel during training and a certain amount of degradation that will come your way, but remember that I love you and will do nothing to intentionally hurt you. I love you mom, but I need your help and cooperation in getting into college and if that means that you have to suffer a little indignity or humiliation then so be it, but remember, I will not physically hurt you in anyway."

"Thanks sweetheart, I know that you would have my best interests at heart and I know that you would not hurt me. I am just not sure if I could be, what is a female dog called? A bitch? I mean how degrading."

"I know mom, but that is part of being a puppy girl, besides it is only for two months then we can go back to the way things are now," Angie said hopefully.

I thought about this and somehow knew that things would never be the same between us if I joined. But if we were good enough and we did win the competition as a team, then Angie and the other girls would be off to college, not living at home, that would be easier to take. Bill, however, would be a different matter.

"So are you going to do this sport with me mother?" Angie asked hopefully.

"Let me think about it some more, sweetie." I smiled as I turned the car off.

"Well, just make sure that you tell me first before you tell daddy," smiled Angie as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

A couple of hours later, Angie heard that Zoe Lane's mother had agreed to join the team. Zoe's father had argued about the sexual relations thing but agreed to it if he could find his sex elsewhere. That really pissed Barbara off which made her all the more determined to join the team.

That evening I heard that Mary Johnson and Cindy Spanner had also signed on, their husbands didn't like the arrangements but both women said they could find their sex someplace else. So that was three women so far.

Mrs. Margaret Hart, or Maggie, as she was known, had also joined the team. So that left one open slot. I am sure that the town of Intercourse was anxiously waiting to see who the fifth mother would be.

I could tell that Angie was getting a little nervous. I could see that she wanted this sport in the worst way. I called Angie into the kitchen. "Sweetie, I have decided that I will join the team." I didn't get to finish as Angie was screaming and jumping up and down with a wide grin. She quickly grabbed the business card off the table and called the number.

"Thanks mom, you're the best, you're not going to regret it," Angie smiled as she gave her name and address over the phone. I sat at the table and watched her. She got a pen and paper and took down some notes.

As she hung the phone, I said, "Remember sweetie, you promised not to hurt me or make fun of me."

"I do and I promise to remember that but you have to accept the humiliation and degradation that I will make you do with the training," she said as she stood there looking at me.

"I know sweetie, if the other mothers can do it, so can I," I smiled. "Now let me tell your father and then you can call your friends."

I walked into the living room. "Hi honey, can I talk to you for a moment, there are some things I that I need to discuss with you," I said standing in front of him almost blocking the view of the TV.

"Sure honey, what's up? What was Angie yelling and screaming about?" Bill asked as he tried to look around me at the TV.

"She was yelling and screaming in excitement because I have decided to join the puppy girl team, you know, we talked about last spring, the new sport sanctioned by the Board of Elders?" I said nervously as I fidgeted with my hands.

"Oh yes, we talked it over and we thought it was a good idea," smiled Bill.

"Right, for this to work, Bill, I mean the puppy girl program, I, um, ah....."

"Go on darling, just say it"

"In our meeting today with Coach Wagner, I learned today that for our team to win there must be complete obedience by me while Angie and I are on the team, but more importantly, if one of the mothers quit, the puppy girl team would be disbanded. It takes five mothers and daughters to field a team."

"Okay, it takes five mothers and daughters, what does complete obedience mean?" Bill asked a little irritated as he tried to watch his TV.

"It means that for me to be a puppy girl, I must think, act and be a puppy girl so that come competition day, which is the Autumn Harvest, it will be second nature to me." I felt like a little child standing before my husband asking his permission to join a club.

"Hmmm, ok, so how do you do that?"

"Well, it means, ah, um, that Angie will own me, she controls me, and she trains me, but just for the two months leading up to the competition." I hurried the explanation.

"I see, what do you mean by that?" he asked as he put the remote control down and looked over at us.

"It means that I must think, act, and be a puppy girl every day, take direction from Angie and obey her. It also means," I was shuffling back and forth on my feet, looking at the floor, "that she is responsible for my grooming, eating and sleeping habits."

"Okay, I understand that. I thought that this puppy girl training might have something to do with that."

"Well, Bill, it also means that, um, well you know..." I was really nervous now.

"Come on out with it," he smiled as he looked over at Angie who was leaning against the doorway. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, as I said I have agreed to be on the puppy girl team, but that also means, because Angie would own me and control me for two months, that you have to ask Angie's permission to... to have sex with me." There, I said it finally, a big weight off my shoulders.

"What the hell?" Bill said, almost yelling, sitting straight up in his recliner.

"It is only for two months Bill and for Angie and me to get into the proper frame of mind, her as my mistress and me as her bitch, she owns me not you."

"Don't call yourself a bitch, I will not have that in my house and as for having sex with you, I will do that any damn time I want," Bill yelled as he got up from his chair.

"Please Bill, if you do, and coach Wagner finds out, she will fold the team and Angie will be disqualified from college, besides it is only for two months." I pleaded as I looked over at Angie. She had a worried look on her face.

He looked over at Angie. "Is this bullshit or what?" he asked as he returned his stare to me.

I looked at Angie who nodded her head and said, "She's right dad, for this to work, the control has to be complete."

"That's the way it is Bill, I have to ask her for permission for everything, we both have to buy into this puppy girl team, our attitudes have to change, my relationship with Angie has to change and my relationship with you has to change."

"It's only for two months, daddy" Angie pleaded as she walked into the living room.

"What if I were to have sex with your mother without you knowing about?"

"If you did daddy, mommy would tell me about it, and if it continued, I could come up with some different sleeping arrangements," Angie said nervously.

"You leave me no choice Angie." Bill looked at me, "Is this what you want, Kathy? For two months?"

"I am not sure that I want to be on the puppy girl team, Bill, but I am committed now and if I were to quit, the team would fold. If any of the mothers quit now, the team would fold and the girls would be disqualified from college."

"I don't like it, not one bit," my husband huffed as he sat back down.

"It is just for two months daddy, you don't have to like it, but it helps me and the team. Look at this as your participation for the team." Angie smiled hopefully.

"Yeah right, so I have to ask you permission to have sexual relations with your mother?"

"Yes daddy, I will decide if she can or not, I will probably base it on her training, how well she does, but who knows."

"Whatever. Where will your mother sleep?" he asked hopefully.

"I haven't decided yet."

"Fuck, okay, so be it, I would like to see Intercourse win something this year and if this is what I need to do to help out, then I will ask your permission." Bill slouched down in his chair.

I turned around and smiled at Angie and she smiled at me. And it was only now that I realised that my panties were soaking wet.