Wednesday First Practice

I woke up Wednesday morning horny needing some cock but Bill had left for work early. He was still somewhat pissed from yesterday. The local news had somehow gotten a hold of our names for the puppy girl sport. Somebody at the school leaked the names I imagine. I had phone calls from the local TV station and the Intercourse news website, the school district news website. I really didn't know what to make of it all, everything was moving so fast. I did feel somewhat proud of the fact that I was on the team and that I would helping Angie.

But this morning I was nervous, today was our first practice. I was trying to breathe normally but my insides were all tingly.

I drove into the parking lot of the White Redeemer church. There were about a dozen cars in the parking lot. As I turned the car off I rubbed my palms together, they were sweaty. Angie had a big smile on her face as she got out of the car and I was wet with anticipation of the first practice. The other four mothers and daughters were standing outside the church building. I walk up to my friend Cindy Spanner and kiss her on the cheek and turn to Mary Johnson and we kiss each other's cheek.

I didn't know the other two women, Barb Lane and Maggie Hart. We introduced ourselves to each other. Barb and Maggie look just as nervous as us.

Angie, Stacey Spanner and Megan Johnson were standing off to one side. It was kind of awkward as Zoe Lane and Karen Hart, the youngest girl, stood next to their mothers. The girl's kind of said "Hey" to each as their mothers introduced them.

So there we were standing outside the church building wondering who would be the first to walk inside. Cindy looked at us and said. "So are we all ready to do this?" she had a nervous look on her face.

I rubbed my sweaty hands down the side of my skirt. "As ready as I'll ever be I think," I said.

"Well," said Mary. "Let's do this. Let's see what this all about."

The five girls and five mothers filed into the conference room at the White Redeemer church. It was 10am and I could tell that Coach Wagner was waiting for her team to arrive.

"Thank you ladies for agreeing to the competition, this is a great day for your daughters, the school and the valley. I know that you have not taken this decision lightly and I commend you for that. I also take it that you are all stay at home moms? Good, we don't need distractions."

She looked at us with a serious look. "I just want to let you know that it was not me who leaked your names yesterday. In fact, the school district is looking into it, but they believe that somebody had hacked into the district database and stole your names."

We just nodded our heads. Nothing we can do about it now I thought.

I looked around the room and notice it was empty of chairs and tables. Coach Wagner paced back and forth in front of us holding a clip board. "Let's go around the room here, tell us your name, your daughter's name, your educational background and if you participated in any sports. You first," the coach said pointing at Maggie Hart.

"I am Mrs Hart, Maggie Hart and my daughter is Karen, she is nine years old and will be in the fourth grade. I was an attorney in the female persecutor's office. As you all probably know being a female attorney in the persecutor's office you don't need any experience or training so I can persecute girls and women for minor infractions of the law." Maggie smiled at the group of women and girls. Coach Wagner was taking notes on her clip board.

"Are you any good at it? I mean persecuting women?" the coach asked looking up from her clip board.

"Not really." We all laughed. "I mean, I went to the hanging academy and got a degree in knot tying with a minor in measuring."

"Measuring? What is that?"

"It is where the woman is properly measured for hanging, you know, her toes when pointing straight down have to be one inch from the floor, that sort of thing," Maggie replied nodding her head.

"Okay, so from the hanging academy you didn't get a job with the county hanging office?"

"No, they had an over abundance of young girls like me just out of the academy that had applied so I went next door and applied for a place on the female persecutor's team."

"So you really don't have any experience trying female cases?" smiled the coach.

"Not when I first joined, no." We all laughed again, Maggie laughed also. "But now I have experience. I mean, on the female persecution team, we look at all female cases as guilty. All women are guilty of something, so it's a pretty easy job. The male judge can be a pain sometimes, but all males of any age are a pain."

We all giggled and laughed, nodding our heads.

"So what sport in high school did you letter in that allowed you to get into the hanging academy?"

"Nude gymnastics, we won the all around team competition that year," Maggie sound proudly as she stood up straight.

"Very well, and you?" The coach asked as she turned to Mary Johnson.

"I am Mrs Mary Johnson and this is my daughter Meagan who is sixteen and will be a junior, I am a stay at home mother as you know and I am so nervous about being here."

"Don't be, Mrs Johnson," replied Coach Wagner. "We're all females here, go on."

"Well, I didn't try out for any sports in high school, I was told I was too dumb and not athletic enough," Mary said with an embarrassed look. Megan rubbed her mother's shoulder. "So I didn't even try."

"So what did you do?"

"I went to work at the Purple Bottom club as a serving hostess, fell in love with the night manager, at least I think I did." She laughed at this. "And we got married, so I stayed at home when Meagan was born."

"Thank you, Mrs Johnson. Okay and you?"

I gulped as the coach was pointing at me. "I am Mrs Kathy Woods and this is my daughter is Angie. She is twelve and will be in the seventh grade this year. I am a stay at home mom as but sometimes I help out my neighbor who runs an early childhood daycare."

"Ah, a fancy name for a child pimping service," smiled the coach.

"Yes, but I only help out when needed." I looked embarrassed, I just knew it.

"What do you do when you do help out?"

"Generally, watch the kids and make sure they don't get into something they shouldn't."

"So where is your neighbor during this time that you have to help out?"

"People or businesses call her for service and so she will take however many kids with her and drop them off at locations around the valley where they are needed and then pick them up afterwards."

"Is the demand very great?"

"Oh yes, the kids are used at office parties, sometimes the kids' parents are at the office parties. Others call for service at their home, even though my neighbor offers rooms at her house most adults just don't want to be seen using the service."

"Great, so what sport did you play in high school?"

"I waited until my senior year to play a sport. I joined the coed nude soccer team. We won only one game that year," I replied smiling weakly.

"Thank you, Mrs Woods. Next mother and you are?" the coach asked pointing at Cindy.

"I am Mrs Cindy Spanner and this is my daughter is Stacey. She's fourteen years old and will be in a freshman this year. Before I got married and had Stacey I worked for the Intercourse maintenance department as the office pimp coordinator," Cindy paused and looked at me. "I think I have used your neighbour's service before Kathy for some of our holiday parties."

"What does an office pimp coordinator do?"

"For the males of the office, I scheduled dates and times for women of the office to have sexual relations with them. Sometimes I set up office sex parties and other times I go to the elementary school and select first or second grade girls or boys for weekend parties. It was a lot of fun while I was working there."

"I'm sure it was, so what sports did you play in school?"

"I played nude handball. We won the Valley individual championship that year."

"What finishing school did you attend after high school?"

"I actually lucked out. I went to the Huntington academy and got my degree in office pimping and was hired right out of school by the city."

"Thank you Mrs Spanner. Last one," the coach said pointing at Barb.

"I am Mrs Barbara Lane. Everybody just calls me, Barb. This is my daughter Zoe who is thirteen years old and will be an eighth grader this year. I am, or I should say I was, a service girl in the VIP section of the Family Strip Club in Five Points neighborhood. I quit my job yesterday."

"Ah, you have probably seen my husband there on Friday nights," said Mary Johnson. We all giggled when Mary said that.

"Oh, yes, I've heard of the Family Strip Club, never been there myself," laughed the coach. "What is it?"

"It is a strip club, sanctioned by the Board of Elders, where mothers and daughters dance and strip on stage. It is a safe place where families can come and watch strip tease shows, watching the females of the family strip on stage, either together or as individuals." "You have me intrigued, Mrs Lane. What kind of strip tease shows do the mothers and daughters do on stage?" I looked at Barb and nodded my head also. I had never been to the Family Strip Club either and had heard only rumours. "Well, um, mothers and daughters can either dance together or on separate stages. Sometimes the club has a competition between mother and daughters to see who can dance the most nastiest." "Oh? Like what?" Coach Wagner asked with a little excitement. We were all looking at Barb. Barb could tell she had a captive audience. "Sometimes the young girls come out wearing string bikinis or even school girl outfits. You know the kind with the blouse and plaid skirt, while the mothers usually wearing sling shot bikinis or business outfits or even outfits that make look like little girls. The girls are more agile in that they can climb the dance pole and hang upside down and can spread their thighs further apart than their mother can. Whereas the mothers can poke themselves in their pussies as they dance around as the young boy's line-up around the stages waving their dollars at their sisters or mothers." We all stood their looking at Mrs Lane. She continued. "Sometimes the young girls will dance on the table top where their dad or brothers are sitting. Some of the girls are pretty good at dancing on the table tops as they dance around the drinks on the table as their dad or brothers stuff dollars in their g-strings." "Oh, I see, so what does a service girl do in the VIP section?"

"Well, since I am one of the oldest women there, I get the lowest job responsibility, I suck the penises of men and boys who come into the VIP section after watching the mother daughter shows on stage, a dollar a suck," Barb said proudly as she sat up straight.

We all laughed. Most if not all their husbands had been to the family strip club. I think that Bill had probably been a few times. Angie and I never talked about stripping together, but now that I thought about it, we've might have had a great time at the club. But Angie just didn't seem that interested in doing anything like that, and quite frankly, neither did I.

"Quiet ladies, go on Mrs Lane."

"It was the only job I could find, being older and all. I did attend night school at the high school taking the hand job course. Then I realized that I could make a little more money by giving head at the strip club."

We all laughed again. It was true that school district had masturbation clubs at the schools and so offered hand job classes after hours to women who wanted to make extra money.

"But you have quit the job at the strip club?"

"Oh, yes, like I said, I resigned yesterday," nodded Barb.

The coach continued, "So I take it you didn't play any high schools sports?"

"No, didn't even try, as I was growing up I was one of those girls that never got picked for a team."

"Thank you all, ladies. That was very informative." The coach said as she tucked her clip board under arm. "Now that I have your backgrounds, most of you are losers and a few of you are winners and know what it takes to be a winner. We are all going to work together here. The reason I asked about your backgrounds outside of the home is find out how comfortable you are with your nudity. It was not meant to embarrass you in anyway."

We all smiled and nodded in agreement. We stood there with rapt attention as the coach talked.

"We are not here for you but your lovely daughters. You must be cooperative in training and at home with your daughters."

We all nodded in agreement.

"As I said on Monday, this training will be hard on you ladies, your dignity will suffer, your humiliation will be great, but think of the future you have set for your daughters by participating in this new sport." Coach Wagner paused, some of the mothers looked at their daughters, the apprehension on the girls' faces showed, a couple of the mothers gulped, I know I did. "There will be tasks that you will have to complete. I will keep reinforcing this, reminding you ladies that by participating in this new sport with your daughters, you will need to give yourselves completely to them. Think about that, ladies you must act, think and be a dog, your daughter will be your mistress, your owner. Call it brain washing if you will, but you must completely submit to the training by your daughters."

Coach Wagner paused; some of the girls were rubbing the shoulders of their mothers, giving a small bit of comfort.

"Practices are mandated on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I expect mothers and daughters here in this conference room on those days, ready to practice that day's competition. Again, the competition this year will cover the "hunting instincts, obstacle test, Best of Breed, Best of Show, and Best of Herding."

"What does this hunting instincts cover?" Barb asked.

"In the hunting instincts test you will learn to kill a wounded quail with your mouth. You will retrieve the quail and bring it back to your daughter, it is timed event."

"Eeeww!" Said some of the girls, "Oh my" and "Oh gosh no" from some of the mothers. I gulped and looked down at the floor thinking how humiliating I would look carrying a bird in my mouth. My cunt spasmed a little at the thought, "How fucking disgusting," I said to myself. "Carrying a dead bird in my mouth!" but my cunt was leaking a little. Angie had a wild eye look on her face.

"Don't worry ladies, it is not as bad as it seems. Again ladies, if this is too much, you and your daughter are free to leave, but the team will be disbanded if you do," Coach Wagner said with a stern look on her face. Then she walked to a table at the front of the room.

"Over here, ladies," the coach waved her hand at us. "On the table are the things you need to be a puppy girl," Coach Wagner looked at all of us. Angie stood next to me as the coach continued. "We have dog collars with school district colors, leashes, dog paw gloves, knee pads and two straps and two mouth pieces for each mother. Starting at the top so to speak, we have the dog collar." Coach Wagner held it up. "Each dog collar has your name on it." The girls giggled and we looked down in embarrassment. Coach Wagner smiled as she continued. "The dog collars have a little bell attached to it, the bell is about two inches long and sets out about an inch from the collar itself, the bell is very sensitive. I will explain at a later time why that is so, but at the start of the hunting instincts test the bell will be removed. On the back of the dog collar of course is the leash ring."

There were moans and groans from the mother's and little giggles from the girls.

"Please ladies, you didn't think you could be trained without a leash? The leash ring is located on the back of the collar for easy attachment and as you notice both collar and leash have the school colors. One more item that is attached to the dog collar is a doggie tag that says on one side, 'Property of' your daughter's name with phone number, and on the flip side, 'I am a proud member of the puppy girl team'. In case you are wondering, I had the high school metallurgy students make the dog tags yesterday after your daughter called."

The coach looked at us and smiled. "To get your mind into the proper attitude, ladies, you will start wearing the dog collar today. Do not take it off, it is washable and should be good for use on the day of the competition. But the bell will only be used during practices or when you at home. If you go out, it is up to your daughter to remove the bell. These two mouth pieces are little rubber pieces fit at the back of your mouth, the board did say that they want to see slobber coming from the mouth."

We all groaned, and I think Cindy said, "Ah shit". I looked at Angie and she smiled back at me. She had an excited look on her face.

"Ladies please, dogs slobber so these two pieces of rubber will do the trick, your mouth will be open, you can eat and drink, using your tongue of course, but you will not be able to talk with the two pieces in your mouth. The dog collar and the mouth pieces will allow you to only yelp, or bark in response to your daughter's commands, which is the desired effect the competition committee is looking for."

There were murmurs and whispered curses by the mothers. Zoe leaned over and said something to Stacey and both girls giggled.

"Next on the table are the dog paw gloves. As you can see these are fashioned after dog paws, these are practice pairs. The gloves come all the way to your elbows with the fingers curled inside. We have plenty more as you wear them out, but for the competition, the middle school art class will craft some special pairs for each of you. You will be wearing the paws on your hands." Coach Wager set down the pair of gloves.

"Now these two straps," the coach said as she held up the two straps, one with a short chain. "This larger strap fits around your thigh and this smaller one with the chain fits around your ankle, the chain clips to the large strap, thus bending your knees backwards, holding your ankle to your thigh. Your knees will take punishment when you attach the straps; it is my recommendation that you start wearing the straps tonight, at least for twenty minutes and then every day increase the wear time by twenty minutes. During the competition you will be on your hands and knees for about ten hours. You need to work up to the ten hours, get your knees used the discomfort. The knee pads are of course self-explanatory and as you can see also look like dog paws. Please take care of your knees, ladies, as your knees will take the physical punishment in training."

Some of the mothers gulped and shuffled their feet but every girl had a smile on her face. Angie reached over, grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. I looked at her and she gave me a thin smile. Fuck! Why was I so wet?

"Here are the uniforms your daughters will be wearing." The coach held up a one piece dress with the school colors of blue and silver. "The dress is designed to come to mid thigh on your daughters and the cut down the front runs down to their belly button. Bras and panties are not allowed to be worn by the girls. This uniform is one piece designed to be form fitting on her body."

Now it was the girls turn to "oh" and "ah". "Neat!" blurted Angie, "I like it," said nine year old Karen. "Whoa!" sixteen year-old Meagan exclaimed as she stepped forward to look at the uniform.

Some more "Oh my" and "goshs" were spoken by the mothers as we stepped forward to look at the uniforms.

"Looks like a dominatrix outfit to me," said Maggie Hart as she stepped forward to look at the dress.

"Your right Mrs Hart, it is designed after the popular girl's dress, the Board of Elders selected this after lengthy discussions with local designers. Your daughter will be wearing these black knee high boots with a five inch stiletto heel," the coach said as she held up a pair of black shiny boots.

Each mother looked at her daughter with embarrassment on her face. "Girls, get used to wearing the boots, especially if you have never worn a stiletto type heel before. Practice at home with the boots or wear them when you go out."

Angie smiled at me and squeezed my hand. I wondered what she would look like with "Yes, Mistress" boots on.

"Now, let's get practice officially underway. Ladies, you must lose your inhibitions today and going forward, I can't stress enough that you must get into the proper frame of mind of having your daughters control you. I know all of you have seen naked women before as you were growing up. But probably your daughters have not seen you nude before. You must get over that fear, that phobia. You will be nude during the competition. If this bothers you, you are free to leave and the team disbands." Coach Wagner stepped aside of the table and waited for the mothers to make up their minds. "Don't let it be said that I am not giving you mothers enough of an opportunity to back out."

We all looked at each other and shook our heads. Angie had an anxious look on her face. She had never seen me nude before, nor did it ever occur to me to be nude around her. I looked at the other mothers and could tell they too had never been nude in front of their daughters.

"Good, now seeing that we have two months before the Autumn Harvest to prepare for the competition, ladies could you please form a line here in front of the table? We will start with the easiest things first," the coach said as she pointed along the floor where we should stand.

I shuffled a few feet over to where the coach indicated. Barb and Cindy were to my left and Mary and Maggie were to my right. We kind of formed a loose line.

"Girls, please get your mother's dog collar from the table and attach the collar around her neck."

"I had the elementary school art department on stand-by yesterday so they could embroider your name on the collar." The girls walked over to the table and picked out their mother's dog collar.

After Angie had called the number on business card on Monday, one of the instructions she received was to ask me to pick a puppy name for myself. I thought she was joking but she pouted at first saying that it wasn't her idea but then got a little upset when I didn't take her seriously. I spent Monday evening searching for the ten best dog names from the internet. After much deliberation and squirming in the seat, I picked, "Baby Girl". Angie immediately called the number on the business card and gave the name to whoever was on the other end. After Angie hung up the phone she smiled at me and said it was beautiful name.

"Please put the dog tag on the collar and attach the collar to your mother's neck. From now on while at practice or at home practicing you can address your mother by her puppy name or 'mother'. I don't want here the word 'mom' or her first name, is that understood, girls?"

"Yes, Coach Wagner," the girls replied.

Angie fastened the collar around my neck. I was very nervous standing there as she attached the collar. I could tell that her hands were shaking a little. After the collar was attached, there was the tinkling of the bells as we shuffled our feet. I looked to my left and saw the name Foofu on Barb's collar and Peaches on Cindy's collar. I looked to my right and Mary had Cricket on hers and Dinky-Pooh was inscribed on Maggie's collar. I stifled a giggle as I looked at the other names. I realized that my doggie name was probably just as ridiculous.

"These collars will now stay attached around your necks until after the competition. Please do not take them off. Now, girls, please stand in front of your mothers."

The young girls shuffled forward to stand facing their mothers. Angie stood right in front me looking over her shoulder at the coach waiting for instructions.

"Here is the hardest part, ladies. Your daughters will remove your clothes. Girls you can pile their clothes on the table here. Okay, girls go ahead," indicated the coach as she stepped back a little bit.

Angie looked at me and gave a nervous giggle and I kind of shrugged my shoulders, fuck I was nervous. With shaking hands my twelve year-old daughter started to unbutton my blouse. I gritted my teeth.

"Girls, girls, please, look at your mothers as you take her clothes off, not at the ceiling or floor, stare into your mothers eyes, watch her closely, just as it is important for each mother to get into the proper frame of mind, so you must all get into the proper frame of mind. Remember girls, you will be the dominate one in this relationship."

Angie looked into my eyes. I could see the lust, the excitement in eyes and face. She slipped my blouse from my shoulders and it fell to the floor.

"Girls, your mothers have given up their parenting roles. You are the parents now and she is the child. You are responsible for her well being, her emotional needs."

Angie unzipped the zipper on the skirt and let the skirt slid to the floor.

"Mothers, keep your hands at your sides, let your daughters do the work, please." The coach said as she walked back and forth in front of us. "When you get to her bra, girls, walk around behind her and unclasped her bra, let fall from her shoulders."

Angie walked around behind me. I took a deep breath as I felt her fumbling with the clasps on my bra. Then suddenly she had it undone and my bra fell off my shoulders. Angie walked back in front of me, sucked in her breath and stared at my nipples. I felt the heat of embarrassment on my face and my chest turned red. Angie licked her lips and looked at me. If Angie had said so much as 'boo!" I would have jumped out of my skin. Here I was topless in front of my child.

"For your mother's panties, use both hands to yank down them down," the coach instructed. 'Shit,' I thought to myself. My fucking panties are wet at the crotch.' I almost asked the coach if we could take our own panties off. 'Oh shit!' I said to myself as Angie leaned forward.

Angie reached forward with both hands and pulled my panties down. She stopped pulling my panties down and stared at them. I looked down at Angie. She let go of my panties and stood up looking at me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I could have died right there. 'She's staring at me wondering why my panties have a wet spot!' I thought to myself. I could see the question forming on her lips, 'Mother, why are so wet? Do you like being humiliated?' Angie leaned forward again with a look of embarrassment on her face. She pulled my panties down a little further and let go as my panties cleared my thighs and pooled at my feet. She looked me up and down, but her eyes lingered on my crotch. I was totally nude in front of her. She licked her lips and looked over at the coach.

After a couple of minutes the mothers were undressed and their daughters were staring at them, some of the mothers became self conscious and covered their breasts and crotch. I tried to casually place my left hand over my crotch.

"Ladies, please do not cover yourselves, arms at your sides, please. Girls gather up your mother's clothes."

The girls quickly gathered up our clothes and dumped them in a pile on the floor by the table. Angie hurried back to stand in front of me. I almost quit right there. I was so humiliated standing there naked, what was I thinking? But my cunt told me otherwise, especially looking at Angie who had excitement in her eyes.

"Come on ladies, this is nothing, we have a long way to go and a short time to teach you to lose your inhibitions."

Finally all the mothers were standing straight with their arms at their sides, most had their nipples erect from the cool air of the room.

"Please step over here ladies. We need to weigh and measure you. This will be your personal information for the competition."

I followed Barb and Cindy to the corner of the room where there was scale and height bar. Angie was walking beside me. She hadn't said much yet since we got here and that bothered me. I looked like to me that she didn't trust herself to say anything.

"Foofu, please step on the scale," the coach said with a straight face. The girls giggled and I almost cracked up. Barb turned beat red as she stepped on the scale.

The coach had her clipboard. She flipped a couple of pages. "Age 41, what's her weight, Zoe?"

"Um, 135, coach," Zoe said as she stared down at the scale.

"And her height?"

Zoe took the height bar and placed it on top of her mother's head. "Ah, five feet, seven inches, coach."

"Okay, Zoe, take that measuring tape and wrap it around her bust line, the tape must cover her nipples." Coach instructed.

Zoe took the tape and wrapped it around her mother's chest. "Ah, 36 inches, coach," Zoe said as she studied the tape.

"Foofu has a 36b bust size, Zoe, very good. Next Peaches?" the coach said as she waved at the scale. Barb stood there self-consciously as I and Mary and Maggie did.

"Her age is 39, weight, Stacey?"

"Um, okay, 140 pounds."

"Peaches's height?"

Stacey adjusted the height bar on her mother's head. "It is five feet, ten inches."

"And her bust size?"

I look at Cindy and had always known her to have big tits, but seeing them now, her titties were gorgeous. I wanted to lick my lips as I stared at them, but didn't want anybody to know that I thought those titties were beautiful.

Stacey wrapped the measure tape around her mother. "Size is 38 inches, coach."

"Very good Stacey, Peaches's bust size I think is a 38D," smiled the coach.

The coach looked at me. "You're next Baby Girl."

Angie put her hand on the small of my back and kind of pushed me up on the scale.

"Her age is 40, weight, Angie?"

"Baby Girl is 133 pounds, coach."

"Very good, Angie. Her height?"

I felt the height bar adjusted down a little bit. "She is five feet, nine inches, coach."

"And Baby Girl's bust size?"

I felt Angie's trembling hands as she adjusted the tape measure around my chest. "She is 38 inches short, coach. What's that mean?"

"It means that Baby Girls bust size is a 38C, thanks Angie, now you Dinky-Pooh." Maggie stepped up to the scale and her nine year old daughter looked down at the scale.

"Dinky-Pooh's weight is 130 pounds coach and her age is 38 I think," Karen said with a smile as the coach nodded her head writing on the clipboard. Little Karen had a difficult time reaching the height bar so Stacey stepped forward and adjusted it for her. "Dinky-Pooh's height is five feet, eight inches. Thanks, Stacey," smiled the youngster.

"Her bust size is," Karen said as she adjusted the measuring tape, "42 inches long, coach."

"Thank you, Karen. That means that Dinky-Pooh has a bust of 42F."

I stared Maggie's tits and marvelled at them. So did the girls. Angie licked her lips. I've never seen such a big pair of titties before.

"Okay, Cricket, your turn. Your age is 36."

Mary Johnson stepped forward onto the scale with her daughter standing beside her.

"Cricket's weight is 130 pounds, coach," Megan said staring at the scale.

"Her height is," Megan adjusted the bar, "five feet, eight inches and her bust line is," Megan quickly wrapped the tape measure around her mother, "38 inches long, coach."

"Cricket has a 38DD bust size, very good, Megan."

"Thank you girls, this information will be entered into a database for the competition."

I had my hands folded in front of my crotch as I watched the coach. I was damp between my legs.

"Okay, back in line again, ladies. Girls, please stand in front of your mothers."

We shuffled into a line again and Angie was in front of me staring at my breasts.

"At the start of each practice, either here or at home, your daughters will undress you. This is part of the warm-up process. As your training progresses, the warm up routine will change. But for now, your daughters are going to fondle you until I say otherwise."

The girls giggled and we gasped. I quickly looked to my left and right, Barb, Cindy, Mary and Maggie had worried looks on their faces. I looked at Angie. She was smiling and was rocking up and down on her toes like she always did when she was excited to get something for free.

"Quiet please, girls. For Intercourse to win in two months you also have to buy into the notion that your mothers are now puppy girls, your mothers will be doing the work but you will be directing them, as we progress in our training, if you look at your mother as your mother and not a puppy girl to be trained, then we have lost."

I frowned when Coach Wagner said that. But my stomach though jumped with excitement. I wondered if the other four mothers felt the same way I did.

"The days that we do not have practice, you will practice at home, the same on the weekends. It is best that you all get together at one location or house and practice with your mothers what you have learned for the week, build upon theme of puppy girl."

The coach looked at each of us. "Mothers, part of this attitude training is that your daughters own your body and minds, you must obey them during the competition and during practices and when you practice at home, you must be able to follow your daughters directions. If you can't follow her directions while practicing at home where it is safe and private, then it will show during the competition. Again, I will keep reminding you that your daughters are your mistresses, you are the dogs, your daughter is responsible for your grooming, eating, sleeping habits and training. Buy into that ladies, give yourselves completely to your daughters. As part of this attitude training, your daughters must know every inch of your body."

All of the girls were smiling now; I was frowning and looking nervous and so were the other mothers.

"Okay, girls, look at your mothers. Go on look really good at them."

I was again self-conscious again with Angie staring right at me.

Coach Wagner walked around behind the mothers.

"Girls reach out and run your hands thru her hair, touch her neck, ears, run your fingers down her nose."

Coach watched the girls feeling about their mother's head and hair. Angie reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, slightly rubbing my scalp that felt good. Then she put both hands around my neck and rubbed up and down and then took my ears between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed them. Sometimes Bill liked to grab my ears with his fingers and control my head movements as I sucked his cock. I would have to remind him that I didn't like that but he always said it gave a thrill and extra pleasure to rub my ears. Why do men think that rubbing our ears as we suck their cock gives us a thrill?

"Now girls, open your mother's mouth and run your fingers in her mouth, feel her tongue, inside her cheeks, run your fingers over her teeth. You own your mothers mouth, she will eat what you feed her."

Fuck I was wet! And nervous as hell as Angie ran her fingers around the inside of my mouth. I watched Barb out of my peripheral vision, her face was flushed then I noticed Maggie on my right as her nine year-old daughter had her fingers in her mouth.

Coach Wagner walked back and forth observing the girls. "Okay, step back girls."

The girls stepped back, all smiling at us. I was still looking at Angie as she wiped her fingers on her pants.

"Ladies, please clasped your hands behind your head." The coach ordered. I locked my fingers behind my head. "Good, good, now mothers please stick your chests. Come on push out your chest so your breasts are sticking out. Okay, great."

I could feel the wetness between my legs as I looked at Angie, my breasts practically pointing right at her. Angie looked down at my crotch again. I knew I was wet and she knew it too. I could feel the moistness between my thighs. Angie looked up at me and smiled.

"This next task will be difficult for, ladies. For a woman to be properly warmed up, your breasts must be manipulated."

What the fuck? Did I hear her right? The five of us looked at the coach.

"Girls this is a big step for you to. Please fondle your mother's breasts, go on, touch them and squeeze them," Coach Wagner ordered as she watched girls hesitate. "Come on girls, this is practice. I know this hard for you, but get over your fear of touching your mother."

Angie looked at the coach then me. She got a grin on her face as she stepped forward and awkwardly grabbed my breasts with her hands.

"Uhhh, aaahhh!" I groaned as my daughter roughly handled my breasts.

"This is so cool," smiled little Karen Hart as she kneaded her mother's breasts.

The other girls nervously giggled. We all groaned as the girls kneaded us and the doggie bells attached to our collars were ringing each time the girls squeezed our breasts.

"Mothers please, no sounds, you are only to be seen and not heard. Remember that."

Angie was mauling my breasts as I bit my lip. Her fingers squeezing and pinching my tit flesh.

"Mothers, look at your daughters, don't look around the room. Keep your hands behind your head. Very good, Baby Girl" smiled the coach as she stood beside me.

I didn't know if I should smile at the coach when she called me by my doggie name.

Mary and Maggie gave a nervous laugh as their daughters squeezed and fondled their breasts. Cindy and Barb were gritting their teeth. The coach walked up to Mary, or Cricket, and said. "Stop girls. Here is the proper way to manipulate your mother's breasts. First start by cupping her breasts like this." I watched as the coach cupped both of Mary's breasts in her hands. "Stroke her breasts slowly with circular movements. Your hand movement should be counter clockwise on the right breast, and clockwise on the left breast. Do this for at least 35 times." The girls watched in fascination as the coach rubbed Cricket's breasts with the palms of her hands. I could tell that Mary was biting her tongue trying not to saying anything.

"Next step, gently cup her breasts and simply cover them with your hands. The heat from your palms will soon transcend to her breast and into her body. Now look at Cricket's nipples, are they standing erect?"

A chorus of "Yes, Coach Wagner."

"Good, next draw lazy circles around her breasts and when her nipples are more erect, open your hands and with your palms lying flat on her nipples, gently draw open circles." Coach Wagner demonstrated for the girls. The girls were now crowded around the coach. "Be sure that your palms are 'barely touching' her nipples. This 'barely there' feeling is guaranteed to warm your mother up. Okay, take a minute and practice this technique."

Angie came and stood in front of me again. Now instead of mauling my breasts, she gently ran her palms around my nipples. She was smiling as she gently covered my breasts with her hands. I closed my eyes as the heat from her palms warmed my nipples.

Angie whispered up close, "You like this don't you Baby Girl?"

Fuck! I almost spasmed right there when she called me Baby Girl. I opened my eyes and stared into hers, she leaning close to me. I didn't trust myself to say anything so I barely nodded my head. Angie smiled and ran her tongue around her lips. I think she knew that I liked what she was doing to me.

"Now girls, next step in the warm-up. Your mother's nipples should be erect by now. Take the nipples between your index finger and thumb and lightly squeeze them."

I could hear soft moans from Mary and Maggie and Barb and Cindy. I bit my lip as Angie tweaked, pinched and rolled my nipples between her fingers. The dog collar bells were tinkling on each if us now.

"Ladies, one reason for the dog collar bell is to let your daughter know where you are. During competition, you must be absolutely still during some of the tests. The dog collar bell will help with this. Girls, as you are fondling your mothers breasts, please don't do it so hard as to make her move. In time, you will become proficient in kneading her breasts that her bell will not tinkle, as long as she is standing still."

I stood as still as I could. Nine year-old Karen was pinching her mother's breasts harder because poor Maggie was moving back and forth and just barely groaning.

"These techniques are all meant to relax your mother's simple mind while stimulating her at the same time. Please continue to pinch and rub her nipples." The coach ordered as she walked back and forth behind the girls.

Angie was pinching and rubbing hands hands all over my nipples. I saw Megan, Stacey and Zoe were giggling and Karen was smiling. There were more grasps and gosh's from the mothers and giggling from the girls. I kept biting my tongue as Angie smiled at me.

"Please, girls this is not a laughing matter. Your mother's warm-up should be taken seriously."

It got quiet all of sudden as the girls concentrated on pinching their mother's nipples. "Next step as you are running your hands and fingers over her body and breasts, I want to say out loud, 'I own you, you are mine, I control you'. Look at your mother as you say this. I want you to repeat this until I say stop."

Angie looked at me and said, "I own you, you are mine, I control you," then she pinched my nipples again. Then she repeated it, all the while looking at me. All the girls were talking now to their mothers. Coach Wagner waited a minute as the girls said their lines. I looked straight at my daughter who was slightly smiling at me, still standing close to me. With my hands behind my head and my breasts sticking out she said, "I own you mother, I control you!"

My cunt twitched when she said "mother", damn that made me hot!

"Stop, quiet ladies. Okay girls, as you are pinching their nipples, now I want you to say directly to your mother, "BITCH", call her a bitch, and keep calling her a bitch until I say stop."

We all turned looking at Coach Wagner with horrified looks. "What?" "No Way", "this is too much" were heard.

I didn't say anything but looked at Angie again. She had a pouting look on her face like I wasn't cooperating. It felt kind of strange as she looked at me like I had failed her in small way.

"Hush, ladies, this is not for you to decide. What is a female dog but a bitch? Get your attitude right, for the next two months, you will be a bitch and you will act like a bitch." Coach Wagner looked at the girls. Little Karen was nervous, Zoe was grinning but it looked to be forced. I could tell the girls were nervous about calling us a bitch.

"Okay girls, start."

Angie turned to me and said, "Bitch." My clit jumped and my adrenaline pumped in my stomach.

She reached up and took both my nipples and tweaked them, "Bitch," she said again as she looked in my eyes. She had this strange look on her face as she gently squeezed both breasts. My dog bell tinkled just a little.

"Bitch," nine year-old said to her mother Maggie.

I could tell Barb and Cindy were on the verge of crying as their daughters called them "Bitch" and pulled their nipples.

"Mothers, please looked into your daughters' eyes as she calls you a bitch, you need to get used to this word, keep going girls," Coach Wagner urged as she walked back and forth in front of us. "Girls don't pull your mother's nipples that hard that it causes her doggie bell to tinkle. Remember to work on a delicate touch with her."

For the next two minutes our daughters pinched and pulled our nipples. We stood silently as they called us a "bitch". My cunt was pass the point of getting wet, it was sopping. The moistness of my cunt made a wet sound as I moved my thighs, shifting my weight in response to my nipples being squeezed. Angie looked into my eyes as she called bitch and stepped back slightly and looked down at my crotch. I just knew she tell the inside of my thighs were damp. She looked up at me again, pinching my nipples, leaned forward, and whisper bitch into my ear. I could tell she was enjoying this.

"Stop girls, work on that tonight at home. Just as we did here, remove your mother's clothes and warm her up. Now back away from your mother a little bit. I want you to bend down and look at your mother's crotch, go on" I heard the girls giggle as the leaned forward and looked at our crotches. Angie put her hand to her mouth as she looked closely at me. Nine year old stood up straight. "Coach, my mom is wet between her legs!" It was more of statement than a question. Angie nodded her head as did the other girls. "That's okay girls. It means that your mother is aroused and warmed up for practice! Wetness between her legs is an indicator that she is ready for practice, remember that for at home." Angie turned and looked at when the coach said that. I wanted to die and crawl into a hole as she looked at me. She had smile on her face. I wonder if she was wet between her thighs? "So, does she have hair on her crotch?" "Yes, coach," the girls said in unison.

"It needs to be shaved off. The rules state for best of breed, style and examination tests, the puppy girl has be shaved."

Examination? Did the coach just say examination? Fuck what does that mean?

The young girls were murmuring amongst themselves, some of us were embarrassed and looked around the classroom. I didn't have that much vaginal hair but what I did have made it look bushy.

"Quiet, girls. Now walk around behind your mother."

The girls shuffled behind around behind us. Angie gave me a quick look as she walked behind me. She had this wild look in her eye that she was getting all that she wished for.

"Bend your mother over at the waist and look for anal hair. Is there anal hair there?"

The girls giggled again and said in unison, "Yes, coach."

"If there is, that needs to be shaved too."

The girls giggled. I turned beet red as did Barb and Cindy beside me. We were being inspected by our daughters.

"Karen and Stacey please get the mats from the corner and lay them on the floor over there, thank you."

"Ladies please lie down on the mat and pull your ankles over your head." As I laid out on the mat on my back and pulled my ankles over me I could feel my pussy lips part, you know the feeling of a wet pussy that slowly opens up when it is wet. I looked down between my breasts looking at Angie. She had her left hand next to her crotch and I could tell that ever so slightly she was rubbing herself. 'Fuck!' she likes this to,' I thought. Just then a knock was at the conference room door and in walked a lady carrying a box, she was wearing a short skirt that came about five inches above her knees and a pink blouse with the first three buttons undone.

"Hello, Mrs Jenkins," smiled Coach Wagner as she walked to help the woman.

"Hello, coach and hello girls, this must be the puppy girls," Mrs Jenkins said looking down on us.

I was just lying down on the mat. All of us looked up at Mrs Jenkins, "Ladies this is Mrs Jenkins. She is the cosmology teacher at the high school. She will be instructing your daughters in how to shave your vagina."

The coach was cut off by a chorus of "No way", "We didn't agree to this."

"Ladies, ladies, please, this is part of the training and practice but more importantly this is a trust issue with your daughter."

"What do you mean trust issue?" asked Mrs Spanner.

"It means ladies, that you must trust your daughter with the most sensitive part of your anatomy and that you are handing over that trust willingly. Now repeat after me, I trust my daughter, come ladies repeat it please."

"I trust my daughter," we parroted the coach.

"I also trust my daughter with my body for it is hers to control." Coach Wagner looked at us. "Come on ladies, say it."

"I also trust my daughter with my body for it is hers to control," we said in unison. Angie was smiling shyly at me.

"My daughter knows what is best for me and my body and I trust her," the coach said as she looked at each of us.

"My daughter knows what is best for me and my body and I trust her," we repeated.

"Good, Mrs Jenkins, the floor is yours," smiled the coach.

"Thank you, Coach Wagner, now ladies please lie back on the mats and pull your knees back to your shoulders."

Mrs Jenkins waited until as we lay down on the mats and pulled our knees back to our shoulders again. Angie almost reached out and touched my pussy but she kept her left hand positioned by her crotch. "Thank you. As Coach Wagner said, this is a trust issue that you must give to your daughters. Now let's take a look here. Girls I want you to introduce yourself and your mother, I want her puppy name, not her real name." Mrs Jenkins walked to the end of the line standing in front of Zoe. We were lying on our backs with our heads turned watching Mrs Jenkins.

Zoe looked up at Mrs Jenkins. "Hi, Mrs Jenkins, I'm Zoe Lane, I'm thirteen and this is Foofu."

Mrs Jenkins squatted down and pulled some of Barb's pubic hair then patted her vagina. "Very good, Foofu, I see that your are moist." I looked over at Barb and could tell she almost died when Mrs Jenkins said that. She stood up and stepped over to my friend Cindy.

"Hi Mrs Jenkins, I'm Stacey and I'm fourteen years old. This is Peaches."

Again, Mrs Jenkins squatted down, pulled on Cindy's pubic hair and patted her vagina. "I like the moistness of Peaches, Stacey. Good job!" Stacey had a big smile on her face.

The girls introduced us and themselves to Mrs Jenkins who each time squatted down and pulled our pubic hair then patted our vaginas. Mrs Jenkins made a comment on how wet we were.

Mrs Jenkins stood straight and looked at the girls. "Okay girls, please get the items out of the box, there is five of everything. Ladies, your daughters as I understand it are responsible for your well being and care, this is the first step."

After the girls had sorted all the items each girl kneeled down looking at their mother's vagina and anus, the items ready to be used.

"Girls, when shaving your mother's vagina for the first time, make sure to prepare her. It is natural to be apprehensive since you are dealing with a very sensitive area on your mother, her clitoris or clit, but you get the hang of it, shaving your mother's cunt will be just as easy as taking a shower."

The girls giggled and we gasped at the word 'cunt'.

"Quiet ladies. Girls, I want to you to call your mother's vagina a cunt, go on, out loud if you please."

"Cunt, cunt, cunt," the girls repeated with smiles on their faces.

"Very good, girls. Vagina is too clinical a word for her crotch. We all have cunts here girls, so from now on refer to your mother's vagina as cunt."

"Yes, Mrs Jenkins," the girls replied.

"Now, you must carefully follow the steps I am about to tell you."

The five girls all looked at each other with smiles on their faces. I was staring up at the ceiling wondering how I let this happen.

"Step one girls is have the proper hair removal products. When choosing a razor, pick the ones that are specifically designed for older women like your mother. Make a little sacrifice of opting for those that are of high quality rather than settling for the cheap disposable ones that are more likely to cause cuts, soreness, minor rashes and razor burns, because in this competition your mother must be shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom. As for the type of shaving foam, also choose the ones specially made for older women. Do not use men's shaving cream or soap."

The girls opened up the bags before them and rummaged through the contents as Mrs Jenkins talked to them. "Older women like me?" I thought. "Fuck, I'm not that old!"

"Step two you will need to trim her pubic hair short, especially for these two puppies, um, Foofu and Dinky-Pooh. They have thick, long pubic hair which is not allowed." Mrs Jenkins pointed to Barbara Lane and Mary Johnson. "Next to you there are scissors that are sharp but have a safety blade and a blunt tip. Now before you start to clip her pubic hair, notice her clit, take a good look at it. Now take her clit between your thumb and index finger. Mothers they are doing this so that your clit will not be cut, but in time as the girls get better, they may not need to hold your clit."

There were 'oohhhs and aahhs' as the girls each took hold of their mother's clits.

When Angie took hold of my clit I jumped and groaned. "Easy Baby Girl, I got you!" She whispered to me. Here was my twelve year-old holding the most intimate part of my body, my clit and she was telling me to be easy.

"Please start clipping your mother's pubic hair as short as you can to prepare for an easy shave. Hold her clit with your left hand as you trim the right side of her cunt. When you are done with the right side, take your right thumb and index finger and hold her clit and cut her pubic hair with your left. Very good girls."

Some of the mothers were squirming on the mats with low moans and grunts. I lifted my head a little and looked down between my breasts to see my daughter with a look of concentration on her face, her tongue sticking out little as she trimmed me. She was pulling my clit to the right and left. I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or if she was really working the scissors around my cunt. It didn't matter though. I was holding my ankles over my head, moaning softly as my daughter trimmed my pubic hair.

Coach Wagner smiled, "Please ladies lay still. Your daughters have scissors." She was walking back and forth in front of us. Angie's finger tips were warm as they clamped around my clit. They were the fingers of a little girl, little unsure of how to handle an adult woman like her mother, but she still had a good, firm grip on my clit. "Step three, with the wash cloth you have go over to the sink and wet them with warm water. You need to observe proper cleaning of her cunt to avoid skin irritations. Soak her pubic hair very well; as this will soften it to promote better shaving results."

It was a letdown when Angie let go of my clit. The powerful sensations left my body. She didn't even look at me when she retrieved the wash cloth and stood up. I wanted her see how flushed I was from her handling of my clit. Maybe she already knew? Maybe she didn't care. I don't know.

The girls came back from the sink and knelt down again. Angie knelt down then looked over at Mrs Jenkins. She still wasn't paying attention to me.

"Now take the wash cloth and place it over her cunt covering the area to be shaved for a couple of minutes, every now and then, pat the wash cloth and press down on it so the shortened pubic hairs soak the warmth."

There were more groans and 'aaahhhs' as the girls did as instructed. Angie patted me a couple of times. I still had my head raised looking at her from between breasts. Fuck, I thought, just rub me damn it!

"Step four is to apply ample amount of shaving cream to her pubic area. If you apply to much shaving cream or get shaving cream on her clit or cunt lips, please take the wash cloth and wipe it away."

Just about every girl had applied to much shaving cream and were giggling and laughing as they wiped away the excess. Angie had a smile on her face as she slowly wiped away the excess shaving cream. I squirmed a little bit.

"Very good girls, now we allow it to settle there for a few minutes to make the hair softer and easier to shave." Mrs Jenkins said as she watched the girls.

Coach Wagner stepped forward and said. "While we are waiting, girls, the PTSA sells a lotion that can be applied to your mother's anus to make it smell better, the smell will play a big part in the examination test. Shave her every morning if you have to and purchase the lotion from PTSA store."

Mrs Jenkins walked back to the front. "Speaking of your mother's anus, please apply a small amount of shaving cream between her ass cheeks to the bottom of her cunt. Make sure that there is no shaving cream on her anal ring."

Angie had a look of concentration as I felt the cool shaving cream around my anus. She used her index finger to spread the cream. The other girls were still giggling and smiling.

"In shaving your mother's anus, put your left thumb on her, for a lack of a better word, asshole." We were totally embarrassed and humiliated now. Our daughters were giggling. "With the shaving razor in your right hand, gently press down on her asshole with your thumb and start to shave around it."

Coach Wagner and Mrs Jenkins both knelt down and watched the girls. I was breathing shallow. Angie kept working her thumb around my anus almost making me squirm.

"Very good, girls, keep it up, as you move the razor around her anal area, rotate your thumb on her asshole."

"Oh SHIT," squealed Mrs Hart.

"Oh, sorry mom," replied an embarrassed Karen.

"What happened?" asked Mrs Jenkins as she walked over to Karen.

"I accidentally pushed my thumb into her asshole," Karen blushed.

"That's alright, sweetie" smiled Mrs Jenkins, "I see that your mother's asshole is pretty loose, just be careful next time." To the other girls Mrs Jenkins said, "Girls if something like that happens ignore it and keep on with what you are doing."

"Oh God," murmured Mrs Hart. "That was something."

Her daughter giggled.

"Continue on girls, very good."

We were squirming on our backs as our daughters rotated their thumbs around our assholes as they shaved the hair away. I wanted to come in the worst way, but not in front of the other mothers or the coach and certainly not in front of the girls.

"Very good, girls, now rinse off the razors and remove the wash cloth from your mother's cunts."

Angie and the other girls got up and rinsed the razors off. We were still holding our ankles above our head.

When the girls returned Mrs Jenkins continued. "Step five girls now we start shaving her pubic hair. Gently pull your mother's clit taut with one hand and carefully move the razor downward, in the direction of the hair growth, with the other hand. Do not apply too much pressure when you shave her, but make sure that her clit is out of the way. Rinse the razor every couple of strokes in the pan of water to avoid clogging it."

There were low moans and groans as the girls squeezed and pulled their mother's clits out of the way of the razors. Angie took hold of my clit again and moved it out of the way. I felt the razor on my skin. I looked at Angie as she concentrated on shaving me. Every now and then she would roll my clit between her fingers. I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or not. Angie's shaving and handling of my clit had me at short of breath. I tried not to squirm.

"Step six, very good girls, now to shave the more sensitive area of her cunt, use your free hand to roll her looser cunt lips open and carefully move the razor up along its edges and up to the upper ridge to remove those tiny hairs. Be extra careful when you do this tricky part. That's it, very good, use slow strokes so as to not hurt her. Mothers, you might want to be really still during this part."

Angie let go of my clit and took hold of vaginal lips. I was ashamed to admit to myself that her fingers on my clit had a good feeling to it. I wanted to come in the worst way, hell, I wanted her fingers on my clitty again.

"Step seven is to rinse off the shaved cunt with warm water and then check for some areas you might have missed. Get the wash cloth damp again and wipe away any residue, very good, did any of you miss areas?"

A chorus of, "No, Mrs Jenkins," from the girls.

Just then the room door opened. I leaned my head back so that I was looking at things upside down. In walked five young girls, each carrying a hairstylist bag. Fuck I thought. Now I will lose my blonde hair.

Mrs. Jenkins ignored the girls as they walked into the classroom. "Last step, step eight, put the skin moisturizer that you have next to you on your mother's shaved cunt to keep it moisturized and protected."

The young hairstylists came over to where we were lying on the floor. I could hear the whispering, giggling and quiet laughter of the girls. Angie didn't pay any attention to the youngsters as she applied moisturizer on my cunt. I was about the protest the intrusion of the girls into our practice but Coach Wagner didn't seem to be bothered by it.

As the girls were applying the moisturizer, Mrs Jenkins went on, "You can shave your puppy girl's cunt more than once, but make sure that you have enough shaving foam or gel to go with it. Later on, when her skin is getting used to shaving, you can switch to applying Vaseline petroleum jelly instead of a shaving cream. This will also give your mother a clean shave."

I closed my eyes as Angie applied the cool cream to my cunt. Her fingers gently smoothing over the cream. Her index finger and middle were smoothing the cream around when I felt her two fingers poke into the entrance of my cunt. My hips jumped and quickly looked down at her between my breasts. Angie looked at me with a straight face. "Sorry, mother," she said whispered but she didn't remove her fingers. 'Fuck! What was I gonna do? Complain to Mrs Jenkins that my daughter had two of her fingers in my cunt? Tell Angie to take her fingers out of my cunt? It was then that she took her two fingers out of me. She smiled as she wiped her fingers on the inside of my thigh. "Very important girls, do not shave her cunt without shaving cream or gel. Shaving bare skin will only cause razor burns and won't be good for the competition. Avoid using soap, as it will not provide enough moisture on the hair for easy shaving." Mrs Jenkins knelt next to Angie and looked at her handy work. "Very good Angie, it looks her vagina is as smooth as a baby's bottom!"

"Thanks, Mrs Jenkins," Angie replied. I noticed she blushed as she thanked the cosmology teacher. Then Angie looked at me again and smiled. Fuck, I wanted her fingers inside me again,

"The PTSA, as Coach Wagner pointed out, sells the right products that prevent skin irritations and unwanted rashes on female genitals. Shaving should be done in the direction of her hair growth. It should begin with the upper part of the cunt. Both the sides should be done first and then the front. This will give a close and clean shave to your puppy girl's cunt."

I tried my best not to squirm as Angie patted my cunt. That was the second time that Mrs Jenkins used the word, puppy girl, to describe us.

Mrs Jenkins was walking back and forth in front of us. "The skin of her cunt should not be given too much pressure, but make sure that her clit is protected with your fingers. Also repeated strokes should be avoided. These actions only irritate her skin. For her cunt lips, her lips should be pulled and flatten tautly in one hand while using the razor across with the other. This part of her crotch is the most sensitive, so proper care should be taken while shaving it. Any questions girls?" asked Mrs Jenkins as she looked at the girls. Angie shook her head. "Okay great, it was nice being here and good luck in the competition," smiled Mrs Jenkins.

A chorus of "Thank you Mrs Jenkins" rang out from the girls. I was trying to compose myself after having my clit and lip pulled, squeezed and tugged at by my daughters. I am sure the other mothers felt the same way I did. Fuck, it was hard not to come right then.

Coach Wagner stepped forward. "These girls are here to give you haircuts, ladies. I have decided that your hairstyle will the 'pageboy' cut."

Fuck! A pageboy cut? Seriously? I thought. "Fashionable women a couple of hundred years ago sported pageboys, and many adult women adopted it. A well cut pageboy is easy to maintain, girls, and in I my opinion, I think it's edgy with a stylish look." Coach Wagner motioned to the young girls. "Girls, please pick a puppy to kneel next too." I heard shuffling and giggling as the girls took their positions.

"Ladies, the pageboy is similar to a long bob hairstyle. I think the pageboy hairstyle is a haircut which will work perfectly for your status as a puppy girl. The youngsters here will cut your hair to your shoulders and to just below your ears, where it will curl under. This look suits the variety of your face and body type."

The coach looked at us still lying on our backs. "Okay, puppies, roll over to your hands and knees." The girl squatting in front of me giggled.

Damn it I was embarrassed being on my hands and knees with a ten year old staring at me.

The girl either on purpose or inadvertently spread her knees apart. I got a clear look at the youngster's panties, or thong as it were, a nice pink thong with a little heart sewn over the cunny. Oh Gawd! Let me see it! I screamed to myself.

The ten year old blonde opened her hairstylist bag and pulled out scissors and brushes and combs.

"Girls, you might want to collect your mother's hair scraps as the youngsters cut their hair. I have plastic baggies over there on the table. Puppies, please be still as the young hairstylists cut your hair."

The girl cutting my hair giggled when the coach said 'Puppies'. I could feel the youngster's fingers in my hair as she held up strands of hair and cut it. How could these young girls know about hairstyles? Where did they learn cut hair at such a young age?

I think this girl knew that I looking straight at her little crotch with the thin pink thong just covering her. She kept moving her thighs back and forth as she worked my hair. Fuck, I wish I could smell her. Just lick the little beads of sweat that must be collecting on her little cunt. Oh, what I would give to just lick the little area of skin between her anus and cunt. After what took less than five minutes, but seemed like an hour, the blonde ten year old put her hand under my chin and lifted my head so I was looking at her blue eyes.

"Nice puppy, Baby Girl," the girl as she scratched behind my left ear. "Your all cute now." She giggled.

The five girls stood up. The blonde girl in front of me stood up and straightened her dress. Oh Gawd, perfect legs and perfect thighs. Oh, how I wanted to worship her.

"Thank you girls for taking the time to come here today," Coach Wagner smiled at the girls as they collected their implements.

"You're welcome, Coach Wagner," the five youngsters replied. The girls gathered up their hair cutting implements and walked out the door.

The coach waited until the girls were gone. "Okay girls, go to the table and get a leash," Coach Wagner ordered.

"Now walk to the other side of the classroom."

The coach waited until the girls were on the other side of the room.

"Puppies please stand up and face your daughter." The girls lined up. I stood directly across from Angie on the other side of the room. The girls were waiting on the coach.

"For this lesson I want you to call your mother over to you."

We all looked at the coach, even the girls. I wondered what she meant by 'call your mother'.

Coach Wagner looked at the girls. "What I want to you do is call your mother over to you like you would a dog."

The girls smiled, especially Angie. What the fuck?

Little Karen said, "Come here mother!"

Angie and other girls said, "Come here".

"No, no, no, call your mother by her name. Say, come here and her name, come on girls, this isn't hard, your mother needs to take direction from you."

Angie looked at Coach Wagner, then at me and yelled, "Come here Baby Girl!"

The four girls also yelled, "Come here Cricket, come here Foofu, Come here Peaches, come here Dinky-Pooh."

We slowly walked across the classroom embarrassed and humiliated.

Coach Wagner stood there with her arms crossed watching us walk across the room.

We were standing by our daughter's sides. "Not good enough, let's see some enthusiasm here girls, a little more pep in your mother, whistle or slap your thigh like you would to a stray dog. Loosen up girls. Now, walk to the other side of the classroom and call your mother, but with feeling this time."

Oh fuck! I thought to myself. Not only is this humiliating but I am wet even doing this. Why does this turn me? Why did that haircut turn me on?

Angie was getting into it. "Come here Baby Girl, good girl, come on" she said as she slapped her thigh, bent over at the waist. "That's it, good puppy girl" she cooed as I got close.

I tried my best to have a look of disgust on my face as I came to her. But inside I was all tingly. All the other girls got into it also, whistling and snapping their fingers. I could tell the others were most humiliated. They stood next to their daughters with their heads down and hands clasped in front of them like me.

"Better girls, practice that tonight and tomorrow, I want more improvement on Friday. Now attach the leash to your mothers."

The girls attached the leashes to the collars. Angie reached around behind me with the leash and snapped it to my collar. I could tell she was still nervous as she clothed rubbed up against my breasts. Why she didn't walk around behind me like the other girls, I don't know.

"For this, I want you to lead your mother around the room, but from the left side, meaning, your mother walks on your left side, slightly behind you. If her leash goes tight because she is slower, pull the leash until you have a nice bottom curve to it like this. The leash should dangle from your mother's right side, down her between her breasts and come down to a nice curve to your left hand. Now start walking around the classroom."

Coach Wagner walked along correcting the girls and mildly scolding the mothers who were to slow. I tried to keep pace with Angie, the leash bouncing back and forth between my breasts.

"Make sure your mother watches the dangle of the leash between her breasts."

Angie looked over her shoulder at her me, I was staring straight ahead. My face I know was beet red. "Come Baby Girl, watch the leash, watch me," my daughter urged me.

"Very good Angie, encourage your mother."

"Come on Cricket, your messing this up," said a disappointed Karen. Her mother was walking to slow and the leash was not dangling between her breasts. Her mother stepped up her walk a little more, "That's good, Cricket" smiled the nine year old.

"Very good, girls practice that at home tomorrow. Now, have your mother get on her hands and knees."

Angie said, "Down Baby Girl, down." When I got on all fours, Angie said, "Good girl," and smiled down at me. I hung my head in embarrassment. I know I willingly signed onto this competition, but the shame of being on my hands and knees in front of my daughter was hard to endure.

"Take the pair of knee pads and put them on your mother, after that, take the two straps and strap their ankles to their thighs. We won't put the hand paws on today."

The girls were busy with their tasks when Cindy and Barb gasped as their knees where bent tight with the straps. I clenched my teeth when Angie strapped my ankles to my thighs. Damn it hurts having your knees pulled back like that.

"Listen to your mothers, as I said, it will take some time for them to get use to the straps. Girls please back up a little; this session is almost over."

We were on their hands and knees looking at Coach Wagner, trying not to wince at the pain of having our knees bent, our ankles connected to our thighs.

"Mothers, remember what I said about your daughters owning you? Owning your body and mind? Being responsible for your grooming, eating and sleeping habits?"

We all nodded our heads.

"Your daughters are responsible for you, every aspect of your life for the next two months. If I hear that you have negotiated with your daughters on anything, I will fold the team."

Coach Wagner looked at the girls. "That goes for you girls, take control of your mother, no boundaries, even outside the home. When you leave this classroom today, you are in control, not your mother, she must ask you for permission to do anything, like go to the bathroom, start dinner, go to the store, anything and everything."

Our daughters looked down at us.

Coach Wagner continued on, "If I hear that you girls are not controlling your actions, whether in the home or outside the home, I will fold the team. This is a total relationship adjustment and it must be adhered to by everyone. Do you all understand me?"

We all replied yes, even our daughters.

"Girls please stand in front of your mothers and look down upon them. Ladies we are going to win this competition this year, but your daughter needs total compliance from you."

The girls were standing in front of us looking down on us.

"Ladies, these young girls, your daughters are your owner for the next two months, I want you to repeat after me while looking up at you daughter, I want you to say, and only say, 'My daughter', do you understand?"

We all nodded our heads.

"Who owns you?"

"My daughter."

"Who controls your body and mind?"

"My daughter."

"Who will you obey?"

"My daughter."

"Girls please put the mouth piece in your mother's mouths." Coach Wagner instructed.

Angie knelt in front of me and I opened my mouth. She inserted the two rubber pieces at the back of mouth. I bit down hard put I could not close my mouth.

"For this next exercise your puppies will learn how to sit, stay and heel."

Angie smiled down at me. My mouth slobber was starting to drip down my chin.

Coach Wagner continued. "The proper position for the command 'sit' is your mother sits up with her knees with her toes on the floor. Her arms should come up to her side just below her breasts with her hands curled. Try it."

Angie turned and and looked at me. "Sit, Baby Girl!" she ordered.

I turned red in the face as I sat back on my toes. I pulled my arms up to my side and cupped my hands downward. The strands of slobber dripping from chin were landing my breasts. I could tell one long strand was dripping down my cleavage.

Coach Wagner looked at me and said, 'Very good Baby Girl'.

Angie smiled at me. For a moment I felt proud that I accomplished this task, although it was degrading. After a minute the five of us were sitting in the proper position.

"The next command is 'stay'. With the 'stay' command your puppy should be on all fours with her head, neck and back straight with no looking around. Try it girls."

Angie looked down at me and said, 'Stay, Baby Girl!"

I quickly moved down on all fours and put my head, neck and back straight as I could. Angie patted on the top of head. "Very good, Baby Girl".

I wanted to rub myself right there and come for her. Damn I was hot again. It was driving me crazy being hot and horny one minute then cooling off the next. I knew I was damp between my legs. Coach Wagner walked back and forth behind us. I could tell she stopped behind me. "Your mothers are damp between their thighs, which is good, because that means they are sill aroused/"Very good puppies," Mrs Jenkins smiled. "The last command for today is 'heel'. When this command is given you are to quickly crawl to your daughters left side lining up your head with her left knee, looking straight ahead. Try it girls."

Again Angie looked at me and said, "Heel, Baby Girl!"

I quickly moved to her left side, lining my head up with her left knee.

"Very good, Baby Girl," Angie giggled as she held my leash.

"Girls I want you to practice that tonight with your mothers, in fact, practice everything we did here today, tonight. Practice is almost over."

The door to the room opened. We all looked in the direction of the woman walking into the room. The woman walking into the room wore a tight white blouse with a short black skirt. She had pink thigh high stockings and black stiletto heels.

"Team, this Mrs Tina Kelley, President of the Committee of the Suffering Female here at the White Redeemer church," Coach Wagner announced.

"Hello, girls," smiled Mrs Kelley. She looked at us on our hands and knees. "Hello, mothers." She said after a short pause.

"Girls, Mrs. Kelley, who is the president of Committee of the Suffering Female, will instruct you on the proper way to discipline your mother."

I wanted to ask the coach what the difference was between a woman being disciplined and disciplining a dog, but I couldn't talk with the rubber pieces in my mouth.

"Thank you, Coach Wagner for inviting me here today on this important occasion as this new sport. It is our belief at the Committee of the Suffering Female that part of problem with females today is that there is a pernicious movement afoot to seduce females away from the long standing practice of disciplining the female flesh and its attendant need for Chastisement of the Female Body, no matter the age of the female." Mrs Kelley put down her bag on the table.

"Coach Wagner brought me here today because we teach females the principles of humility, submission, obedience and discipline as exemplified by Committee of the Suffering Female." Mrs Kelley looked at us on our hands and knees with slobber dripping out of our mouths. "You are being trained as puppies for this new sport and so to discipline you is no different than what we teach to females in our classes and that is submission and obedience must take precedence in your lives."

Megan, the oldest girl, raised her hand. "Will we be learning to spank to our mothers?"

"No," replied Mrs Kelley. Megan looked disappointed. "And I'll tell you why. We don't spank our dogs when they do something wrong. We slap our dogs when they do something wrong, like we slap our dog on the rear-end when they poop in the wrong place. Here, your mother is dog and we will treat her as such."

I looked at the other mothers next to me. We all had worried looks on our faces.

"Now, your coach has briefed me on the rules of the competition. For discipline measures when your mother fails at following directions or doing something she is not supposed to do, then punishment is called for."

Mrs. Kelley opened her bag on the table and took five riding crops, five rolled papers, five rulers, and five silk scarves in the school district colors.

"Punishment can be administered in your home, while shopping or at the mall, but pretty much almost anywhere. Remember punishment is defined as striking the breast, vagina or buttocks of your mother with a riding crop, a ruler, preferably a flexible metal ruler like this one and a newspaper."

Karen raised her hand and said, "We were told my Mrs Jenkins that we should call the vagina a cunt!"

Mrs Kelley smiled at the nine year-old. "You are right of course. We shall refer to your mother's vagina as a cunt."

Angie raised her hand. "What is a newspaper?"

"It was a piece of paper that had printed words on it, but now we use the internet to get our news so printed paper has gone out of style. Pet owners long ago found a use for the rolled up newspaper, they would swat the nose of their dog when it did something bad, like peeing in the wrong place or tearing something up."

The girls just nodded as they held our leashes. I heard of newspapers when I was in school but had never heard of a newspaper being used to swat dogs.

"There are many ways to discipline your mothers. Today we will mix a little of the discipline methods that we employ at the committee and dog training methods," Mrs Kelley said as she walked back and forth in front of us.

"As far as disciplining your mother as a puppy or as an adult female, we see no difference. At the Committee of the Suffering Female we want to make sure that you are disciplining your mother while she is doing the bad behaviour and not after they've quit, just like a real dog. For example, if your mother is barking in the back yard and every time you come to the door, she stops barking and you yell at her, in her simple mind she may not get that you are yelling at her for barking earlier. If you yell at her every time she barks at someone, she might associate her barking with other people showing up and assume the other people are bad."

Barking? Did she just saying barking in the backyard? Oh fuck, don't tell me I'm going to be barking for my daughter.

"The trick of implementing female and doggie discipline methods is redirection. You want to make it seem like the source of unpleasantness is not coming from you, but is a direct result of her inappropriate actions, that she is the cause of the unpleasantness. Here are some ideas to discipline your mother, as I said these methods can also be used to train a real dog." Mrs Kelley put her hands behind her back.

"First, distract her. Make a loud noise to distract your mother from whatever she is doing. A loud yell, or a slap on the table or shake a jar with a few pennies in it. This should startle her and focus her attention on you."

Mrs Kelley walked over to Angie and me. She grabbed my neck and shook my head. "Use the scruff-shake. Grab her neck and shake, a "brief but brisk shake". This works best if you catch her in the act and the scruff-shake is a surprise. Give it a try girls," Mrs Kelly urged as she backed away from Angie and me.

Angie reached down and grabbed my neck and shook my head back and forth. The other girls did the same. "Bad girl! Bad Baby Girl" Angie said as she gently shook my head back and forth.

"Very good, girls. The next one is the put-down. Push her over, quickly but gently, either on to her side or onto her back, put your knee on her stomach and lean over her. Stare at her and say in a firm voice, 'Bad doggie'. This reinforces in her mind that you are the dominant one. Go ahead and try it."

Angie let go of the leash and quickly pushed me over onto my back. She put her knee on my stomach and looked at me. "Bad doggie!" I would have laughed but she had a serious look on her face.

"The next idea is isolation. Say no and then ignore your puppy. Adult women are very social and they won't like it that you aren't paying attention to them. Then there is the 'time-out'. Put your puppy in the corner for a few minutes or order her into the corner for a few minutes. You can also try the squirt bottle. Say "off" or "no" and squirt your mother at the same time. Water guns make this fun for you. Unfortunately many mothers find this a fun game as well. I know I do sometimes," giggled Mrs Kelley.

I wondered why she said that?

"The last thing you can try is the Sit command, like just you learned. Right after saying no, say sit. This gives your puppy girl something else to do other than the bad thing she was doing. Dog trainers also found it effective to just say sit. Usually when your puppy sits she can no longer do whatever it is you didn't like."

Mrs Kelley looked at Coach Wagner. "Many dogs will consistently perform a Sit, Down, or Stay, because they do not wish to endure pain and stress, so will your mother in a week or two. Once you get a consistent and prompt response from your mother, you can give her more freedom, and let her participate in a wider range of activities."

Angie reached down and patted my head.

"As soon as soon as your mother complies with your command, you want to follow up an aversive correction with praise and rewards for her. This shows her that you are also the source of positive attention and good things."

Mrs Kelley walked back to the table and picked up the five riding crops. She handed them to each girl and walked back in front of us.

"Having read the rules for the puppy girl competition, we know that your mothers cannot have bruised or damaged skin, no scars or discoloration. Therefore disciplining her will take practice. The riding crop that I handed you can be used on her rear-end, her cunt and her breasts. You do not have lash her very hard with the crop to make an impression on her. It is the same with real dogs."

The girls were swinging their crops back and forth, making a swishing sounds.

"You can use any of these implements to discipline your mother. How many lashes or strokes she receives is up to you." Mrs Kelley walked up to Angie. "May use your riding crop?"

"Sure!" Angie replied with a smile.

"To properly lash your mother, flick your wrist, letting the end of the crop lash her buttocks like this." [SMACK] I jumped and my doggie bell tinkled. The girls giggled.

"As you can see I didn't leave a mark." Then Mrs Kelley did it again. [SMACK] and I jumped again, my doggie bell tinkled. The girls giggled again.

"The next area of her body that you can use the crop on is her cunt. Like this." Mrs Kelley squatted behind me and used the riding crop to sting my pussy lips. [SMACK] Ahhh! I groaned and moved my rear end. "Flick the end of the crop upwards and smack her lips."

Mrs Kelley flicked the riding crop again smacking my sensitive cunt lips. "You want to discourage undesired behaviours in your mothers by applying an aversive or unpleasant stimulus like lashing her with the riding crop. Her body movement will mirror that of a dog when she is struck with the riding crop."

I couldn't help myself, I yelped which caused Angie and the others to giggle and laugh. I was so embarrassed.

Mrs Kelley handed the riding crop to Angie. "Okay, girls, your turn. Lash your mother's rear-end just like I did."

The girls were hesitant, then Angie flicked her wrist, I felt the sting of the leather end of the crop. I jumped a little and moved my ass from side to side.

"Very good, Angie, do that again!" urged Mrs Kelley. "Mothers remember, you must stay still with your back and neck straight. Do not turn your head and look around. I know that is hard not to do. Dogs don't look around during their punishment, neither should you!"

I heard Mrs Kelley correcting the strokes of Karen and Zoe. Angie was taking her time swatting my ass cheek. I wish I could turn around and see what she thinking.

"That's good girls," Mrs Kelley said. "The next implement is the flexible metal ruler."

The girls put down their riding crops and Mrs Kelley handed the flexible metal rulers.

Mrs Kelley walked over to Angie. "Can I borrow your metal ruler?"

"Sure!" Angie replied with a smile.

"Girls, the flexible metal ruler is good to use outside of practice. When you are out in the community and your mother does something that you don't like or she didn't ask your permission for something, then you should use the ruler."

Mrs Kelley flexed the ruler several times in the palm of her hand. "The ruler can be kept easily enough in your purse or gym bag."

I watched as the girls were flexing their rulers now. I have a bad feeling about this. But I kept my head and neck straight trying not to look at Mrs Kelley.

"Puppies, sit," Mrs Kelley ordered. "Girls, please come around the front here and watch me."

The girls shuffled around us and stood next to Mrs Kelley. We were all on our knees looking Mrs Kelley.

Mrs Kelley held up the ruler and turned it around showing us. "This ruler has a cork base on one side and is metal on the other. It is very flexible as you can see." She demonstrated by swinging the ruler back and forth. "This ruler is designed to be used on the underside of a woman's breasts."

What? No way! What the fuck! We had looks of despair on our faces as we knelt in front the girls. The girl's eyes got big.

Mrs Kelley as she looked at us. "The ruler is very easy use, so your daughters should have no problem in learning how to use it. That is, as long as you keep misbehaving! But, if you don't misbehave, then she should have no reason to use it on you."

"The committee of the suffering female designed this ruler for quick use in public setting. That means that your daughter can take you off somewhere, you remove your blouse then she swats the underside of your breasts. You put your blouse back on and you both go about your business like nothing has happened."

I gulped as I looked at Angie. She had that wild look in her eye again. The other girls were looking down at their mothers.

"Now, girls to use this ruler, your mother must take hold of her nipples and pull them straight out, thus, pulling her breasts out also. We have found that this will give you the widest area in which to swat her breast."

This didn't look good. I did a quick glance to my left and right, Cindy, Maggie, Mary and Barb had anxious looks on their faces. Zoe and Stacey were smiling at their mothers and Angie had a look of concentration as she listened to Mrs Kelley.

"Puppies, grab hold of your nipples and pull them straight out," ordered Mrs Kelley. She watched me as I tentatively pulled my nipples.

"Baby Girl, come on, pull harder on your nipples!" She said as she stepped up closer to me. I admit that I wasn't really pulling my nipples. Mrs Kelley bent over and with both hands grabbed my fingers holding my nipples and pulled my fingers out thus stretching my nipples. Fuck that hurt!

"Like this puppies," Mrs Kelley said pointing at me. "Girls, take a look at Baby Girl here. See how she is now properly pulling her nipples straight out? That is what you should expect from your puppy. This is what we expect of our females during discipline time."

The girls looked my way and then their mothers. Maggie, Mary, Cindy, and Barb quickly pulled their nipples straight out.

"Don't worry about hurting her breasts. An adult woman, such as your mothers here, having been properly trained by you, should be able to withstand fifty swats to the underside of her breasts."

What the fuck? Fifty swats? I thought to myself. Oh fuck why did I agree to this sport?

"The other element to the metal ruler is the silk scarf. When a woman is being disciplined for the first time with the ruler, we have found the she anticipates the swats if she can see you and the ruler. To take away that anticipation factor, we blindfold her. Later, as she becomes more disciplined in her thoughts and actions you can remove the blindfold and have her close her eyes."

Mrs Kelley looked at Angie asked her to get the five silk scarves on the table. Angie handed out the scarves to the girls.

"Please tie the scarf around your mothers head making sure that her eyes are covered and that she can't see out the from under the scarf. Mothers, while your daughters are doing that, make sure you nipples and breasts are pulled out straight. I don't want to see any slackers here. After the scarf is tied, please remove the rubber pieces from her mouth."

Angie tied my scarf pretty tight around my head then reached into my mouth and took the pieces out. I flexed my jaw a couple of times.

"Very good girls. Now watch how I flick the ruler from the under her breasts and how it strikes her breast."

[SNAP] "Oh fuck!" I said out loud. The girls giggled. "God damn that hurt!" I said out loud.

"Shush, Baby Girl. No cursing," admonished Mrs Kelley. "The only thing I want to hear from you is this. After every swat I want to hear the number of the swat and hear you say 'I am a bad mother for disobeying my daughter!' do you understand?"

Fuck that hurt I thought to myself. I just nodded my head to Mrs Kelley's question.

"Then say it, Baby Girl," ordered Mrs Kelley.

"One, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter!" I said.

"Now, as I was saying girls. Did you see as the ruler flexed itself around the bottom of her breast? If you use only a quarter of the ruler you will get a good flex under her breasts, like this."

[SNAP] I gritted my teeth as my right breast was struck. "Two, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter!" I sobbed. Fuck how could a woman take fifty swats on her breasts? "Okay, girls now you try it. Give your mothers this many swats."

I guess Mrs Kelley held out her fingers to the girls as they lined up beside us.

"Don't be afraid, girls. Come on mother's hold your breasts out for your daughters, no slacking," ordered Mrs Kelley.

[SNAP] I jumped and almost cried as Angie swatted my left breast. "Three, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter."

I heard the other mothers reciting their lines as their breasts were swatted.

[SNAP] Fuck! I gritted my teeth. "Four, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter."

Mrs Kelley walked around giving pointers to girls such as the proper way to hold the ruler and the finer points of flicking the wrists.

Mrs Kelley must have been standing in front of us again. "Note however, that even the pain associated with swatting her breasts does not always guarantee full behavioural control of your mother."

[SNAP] God damn it! I jumped. "Five, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter."

"As I said earlier, women, like dogs, can be very motivated to avoid an aversive stimulus, especially pain. Therefore, as her training progresses you will probably start to see results to simple commands, in a shorter period of time."

[SNAP] God damn it, stop already! I screamed to myself as tears formed in my eyes. "Six, I'm a bad mother for disobeying my daughter."

"In fact, I bet your mother will respond best in the initial obedience training sessions just like dogs. Real dogs try to please their mistress to avoid the pain and suffering associated with discipline, we think, so will your mother."

Soon the cries and whimpers of the other mothers died down. I think Mrs Kelley only told the girls to swat our breasts six times, thank God! Fuck that hurt. At last our blindfolds were taken off.

"Beware girls, your mother's performance may degrade later, once she gets used to or habituated to the aversive stimulus of discipline. It happens in real dogs also, which is nothing to be concerned about. All it means is that I will come back later and teach you different discipline techniques."

Mrs Kelley walked over to the table and picked up the newspaper. "The last implement of discipline is the rolled up newspaper. As I said earlier, pet owners a long time ago used the newspaper to discipline their dog. They would swat the dog on the nose or slap it's rear-end. It will be the same with your mother. You will swat her nose or slap her rear-end with it."

Mrs Kelley walked back in front of me. She leaned over and swatted my nose with the paper. "Bad doggie!"

"Oww!" I said.

"You can swat your mother with the newspaper for pretty much any reason. But pet owners of old used the newspaper when their pet pooped or peed at the wrong time or in the house. It was mainly used to change the dog's behaviour in relation to relieving itself inappropriately."

Mrs Kelley walked around behind me. [SWAT] "Bad doggie!" she said again as I jumped. "Now you girls try it."

Angie took the newspaper from Mrs Kelley and walked in front of me. Oh fuck! I'm thinking.

[SWAT] "Bad doggie!" Angie with what appeared to be anger on her face but I think she tried not to laugh.

[SWAT] "Bad doggie!" she said again trying not to laugh.

Fuck that one hurt!

Then she moved around me and swatted my ass twice. "Bad doggie!" I almost looked around to try and move out of the way of the newspaper.

As the girls were swatting us on the nose or on our rear-ends. Mrs Kelley continued. "One of the most dangerous aspects of discipline training is losing your mother's trust. Just like a real dog, care must be taken not to over-correct her. You always want to try and set your mother up for success, and reduce the chances of her making mistakes during the competition and practices. If you are seen as the frequent source of unpleasant things, your mother, just like a real dog, will lose trust in you, and may start to avoid you and of course the team will suffer. Okay, that's enough girls."

The girls stopped what they were doing and put the rolled up newspapers next to the riding crop and the metal ruler.

Coach Wagner stepped forward and said. "Thank you, Mrs Kelley for showing my girls the proper discipline methods. What do you say girls?"

"Thank you Mrs Kelley," the girls replied.

"You're welcome and good luck on the competition!" she said as she walked out the door.

Coach Wagner turned to us and said, "Practice everything you learned here today before our next practice on Friday. I will be setting up website a little later today, so I will email the address. I will have tips and tricks for your at-home practice sessions. Well that's it for today. I think we've had a good practice. See you on Friday."

"Thanks coach!" the girls said as the Coach Wagner gathered up her things walked out the door.

As we got up off the floor and sorted out their clothing, Megan Johnson, the oldest of the girls, stepped forward and said to her mother, "Mom, I don't want you to wear your bra or panties on the drive home or tonight, as a matter of fact, I don't want you to wear them anymore until the competition is over." Megan's look was almost hopeful that her mother would comply. The other mother's looked at Mary and at her daughter wondering what would happen. I could tell Megan was nervous and Mary looked taken aback. Here was the moment of whether we would obey our daughters or not.

Mary froze, deciding what to do, then shrugged her shoulders, "Yes dear, as you say." I could tell she looked defeated and stuffed her bra and panties into her purse.

The other girls suddenly chimed in, telling their mothers not to wear their bras or panties. Angie looked at me and smiled.

As I got into the driver side and Angie got in the other side I said, "Oh, God, I am so horny!"

"MOM!!" Angie yelled.

"What?" I looked at her.

"How can you say something like that? I mean, I never heard you say something like that before."

"Sweetie, you have seen me nude, squeezed and pinched my nipples, shaved my most intimate parts, stuck two fingers in my cunt, put a leash on me and paraded me around like a dog, now I am sitting here feeling like a little girl with my vagina clean shaven. I think this is a day of firsts for both of us, but more importantly, I think we will have a lot more firsts," I said with a look of anguish.

Angie had calmed down as she looked out the car window. "I know mom, me too, but I just never thought I would hear something like from you. And your right there will be a lot firsts in the next two months," smiled Angie

I started the car, "By the way, I did feel how you handled my clit and vaginal lips, nice little squeeze here and a tight little tug there. It drove me crazy."

"Sorry mom," Angie said looking out the car window a little embarrassed. "And sliding your two fingers into me, that was a bold move!" I said as I started the car. Angie turned towards me. "I felt the heat coming from your cunt and I just had to see how it felt on my fingers!" Then she quickly turned around again. I think she was embarrassed. "So, did it feel?" "Like heaven, mom. You were so warm and juicy." Angie smiled as she looked out the window. "Thanks Honey."

"And you do look sexy with a clean cunt," Angie blurted out. "That kinda turns me on," Angie stuttered as she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. "I mean you do have a sexy body and all."

I turned red with embarrassment. "Thanks, honey," I replied again. My daughter was growing up.

I put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot ignoring her comment. "So, ah, where am I to sleep tonight? Do you want me sleeping with your father or what?"

"I was thinking that you would sleep in my room with me tonight." Angie blushed as she kept fidgeting with her fingers.

I looked at Angie, "Don't blush sweetie, it is a good thing that we bought you that queen size mattress for your birthday."

As we drove out of the school parking lot I squirmed in my seat and gripped the steering wheel. "So, ahem, how do I say this? In my heightened sexual state, that you had something to do with I might add, can I have your permission to pleasure myself when we get home?"

Angie looked out the car window. "No mother, I am sorry but you can't, not tonight anyway."

It seemed that Angie had already thought of this question and the answer because she answered me pretty quickly. "But...."

"Please mom, I am glad that you are 'horny' like you said, but I have to get used to the idea of giving you permission and my first reaction is no, sorry mother"

"You know best, sweetie," I said, sounding a little disappointed.

Angie smiled at me then turned her head and stared out the window again. I wondered what she was thinking.

We pulled into the driveway without further discussion. "Can I start to prepare dinner?" I smiled at Angie as I got out of the car.

"Of course you can, mother" Angie said flinging her gym bag with her goodies over her shoulder.

Bill did notice my new haircut and said it looked good on me. After dinner, Bill took to watching TV in the living room and Angie had me follow her up to the master bedroom for more practice time.

"Why are we doing our practice in my bedroom?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to do it in the living room but dad is there. It might freak him out, I don't want to do this in my room because that is my personal space even though you will be sleeping there with me, so, I thought your bedroom would be best, it adds just a little bit of humiliation to the practice, something that you have to get used to."

"What do you mean by humiliation?" I asked as I closed the door behind me.

"Well, seeing that you dad have always had sexual relations in this room, I thought it would be fun do it here," replied Angie as she turned and looked at me.

"Oh, I get it. I would be nude for your father, so I would be comfortable nude here."

"Something like that, now stand here and let me take your clothes off mom." Angie pointed to the floor in front of her.

I walked over and stood still in front of Angie as she slowly undid my blouse buttons for the second time that day.

"Do you think you father noticed that I was not wearing a bra at the dinner table?"

"I don't think so, he seemed so self absorbed. He did like your haircut though."

"Before we go any further, let me attach your bell to your collar." Angie said as she stepped away from me. Fuck! I was starting to get wet again.

As Angie was doing that I said, "I think your right about him being self absorbed, he didn't even comment on my dog collar."

"I know. I hope he appreciates what we are doing. There, your bell is on. Now where was I? Oh, yes." Angie removed the blouse from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor then she undid the zipper on the skirt and let it slide off my hips.

"Stand still, mom. Let's go thru the warm up procedure. This is our practice so you are not my mother, but my little puppy Baby Girl." She had a serious look on her face.

I smiled weakly at her and tried to stand straight for her.

Angie slowly ran her hands thru my newly cut hair, around my neck and over my face. I shifted my weight to one leg dreading or is it anticipating her touching my breasts?

"Come on, Baby Girl, you need to stand straight for your mistress," admonished my daughter.

I stood straight again. "This is so hard."

"I know, Baby Girl," replied Angie as she looked at me.

Angie walked behind me and slowly ran her finger tips over my shoulders and down my back. My skin got goose bumps when she did this.

"Damn, that feels so good," I moaned moving my hips a little.

[SLAP] Angie slapped my left rear cheek and I jumped a little, my doggie bell tinkling. "No talking Baby Girl. Remember the rules. Mothers are to be seen and not heard."

Angie moved her hands to my waist and started to slowly move them up and down my sides. Angie leaned into my ear and said, "I am going to recite my lines that we learned today, Baby Girl, you just listen."

I nodded my head in agreement and the bell on my collar tinkled. [SLAP] Angie slapped my ass cheek again. "Be still Baby Girl."

Fuck me! I was making hot when my daughter slapped me. What was I becoming when I liked the fact that my daughter could discipline me.

Angie, standing behind me, leaned forward, her budding breasts bumping up against my back. All the while she ran her hands up and down my waist. Angie said into my right ear, in almost a whisper. "I own you, I control you, you are mine. I own you, you are mine, I control you." Angie said this into my ear for about a minute. Then she walked around in front of me. "Okay, Baby Girl. Put your hands behind your head."

I took a deep breath and locked my fingers behind my head, sticking my chest out like the way we had learned earlier.

"Look at me, look at my eyes, Baby Girl," Angie said as she put her hands out and squeezed my nipples. "Listen to me, listen to my voice."

I almost cried with pleasure. I wondered if a woman could cum just by having her breasts played with, especially by a pre-teen.

Angie wasn't pulling hard on my nipples but I had a hard time standing still as the doggie bell tinkled under my chin.

"Be still Baby Girl, I am not tweaking your nipples very hard."

"Yes dear," I blushed.

Angie let go of right breast. [SLAP] she hit me on my ass cheek again. I jumped again with the bell tinkling. "Shush Baby Girl," Angie said as she put her finger to my lips, "Shhh, mother, l am doing the talking."

I felt a tingle in my pussy as I blushed when Angie put her finger to my lips. God damn I wanted to come in the worst way.

Angie started rolling my nipples between her fingers. "Look me, Baby Girl. Look into my eyes. That's it, good girl."

I blushed again when she said, 'Good girl'.

"Bitch!" My eyes got big as I looked at my daughter. "That's right Baby Girl. I am going to say it again and again, bitch, just stand there and look at me. Good girl. Bitch! You're my bitch."

I was about to say something but thought better of it, I mean she didn't have to keep saying 'bitch' to me.

"My bitch, my mother is my bitch. My little Baby Girl is her daughter's bitch." Angie said staring into my eyes almost as if she was daring me to say something.

The doggie bell on my collar started to tinkle. This was surreal. It almost seemed as if I should say something to her.

"Be still bitch. That's it, good girl. You're my bitch!" Angie said as she tweaked my nipples stepping closer to me.

I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes. I could almost imagine myself being tied up on her bed, naked, with her sitting on my stomach leaning forward on me as she pinched and pulled my breasts.

"Open your eyes, bitch, look at your mistress, you're my bitch, Baby Girl."

I opened my eyes. Angie had lean closer to me, I could feel her breath on my face as she spoke the naughty word to me again and again. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I thought to myself. "I want to cum so bad! This naughty word is turning me!'

"Mother bitch, my bitch, my naughty bitch. My doggie bitch, Baby Girl." Angie said as she clinched her teeth. Just for an instance I wondered if Angie had a mean streak. I brushed the thought aside as I looked at my daughter mauling my breasts and nipples.

Angie let go of my nipples and I let out a slight whine. She stepped back a little and ran her fingers down to my stomach to my belly button and lightly traced a circle around it. I looked down at her but somehow Angie knew I was looking at her without looking up at me.

"Don't look at me, bitch. You keep staring straight ahead!" she ordered. I quickly averted my eyes so I was looking straight ahead as she ordered.

Then she knelt down in front of me. "Spread your legs shoulder length apart, Baby Girl."

I widened my legs. Angie stood up in front of me as she used her left hand to lightly trace around my labia. I moved again and the bell tinkled. "Be still bitch!" Angie ordered as she looked into my eyes. "If your bell tinkles again, you will receive five lashes with the riding crop, do you understand," Angie hesitated then added. "Bitch?"

My cunt almost jumped out right there. I almost nodded my head in agreement but caught myself.

My daughter watched my face. "Good girl! I see you understand. Now I am going to run my fingers up and down your, um, cunt. I don't want you to jump or look at me. Keep staring straight ahead."

I didn't make a gesture to her that I understood. Then she slowly ran her index finger between my cunt lips, I let out a moan and then a groan, but my bell didn't tinkle. "Your cunt is mine, bitch. I own it!" she said as her middle finger slipped between my lips, my wet lips. Angie stood closer to me. She leaned over and stuck her tongue and ran her tongue up the side of my face. She kept rubbing her slim fingers up and down my slit. "This is mine bitch! Your whole body is mine! Your little bitch cunt is all mine!" she hissed as she licked the side of my face.

Oh fuck I wanted to dance on the end of her fingers. I wanted to cum on her hands. My breathing was getting heavy as she rubbed me, standing there just looking at me.

Suddenly Angie stepped back from me. "Very good Baby Girl. Now you are almost warmed up." She looked at her wet fingers and then at me. She put her index finger to her nose and sniffed it then she stuck in her mouth.

Oh yes damn it! My mind screamed. Please, please, let me cum! Of fuck me, I want you so bad!

Angie put and hand down and walked behind me.

Angie brought her left arm around and put her hand my stomach as she slowly fit her right hand between my ass cheeks, rubbing up and down. I could feel her body against mine as she rubbed my anus with little circles of her index finger.

"Oh!" I moaned and the bell tinkled.

"That's five lashing when we are done, bitch!" hissed my twelve year-old into my ear. It frightened me the way she said it. Was Angie really getting into this?

She took her index finger and lightly rubbed and poked at my anus, and I squirmed ever so slightly. Angie leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "Do you want to get five more lashings? Hmm? Bitch! You're a bitch but you're my bitch, Baby Girl."

Then she abruptly stopped rubbing my anus. "Okay, Baby Girl, you're good and warmed up!"

I shrugged my shoulders and the bell tinkled as she walked around me. Oh fuck! I thought.

Angie looked at me again with a disappointed look on her face. "Well, well, I thought my bitch could follow simple directions. That's ten lashes with the riding crop."

I almost pleaded with that it was a mistake but somehow I think she wouldn't have believed me.

"Okay, now let's get you strapped on all fours, need to up your strap time on your knees," Angie paused for a moment. Her eyes lit up. "That's it! That is what I will call this, 'strap time'." She laughed as she reached into bag to pull the paws and straps.

I got on all fours with my bell tinkling. I blurted out. "That was so hot Angie, you got me horny again."

Angie looked at me as I got on all fours. For a moment I thought she would get upset at me for talking and add five more lashes then she smiled. "It is called a 'warm up' mom," laughed my twelve year-old. "But thank you. Now let's get serious again."

Angie strapped on the thigh and ankle straps to my legs. Then she pulled out paw gloves and slipped them over my hands up to my elbows. She attached the knee pads. Angie reached into the bag again and pulled the two mouth pieces.

Angie squatted down in front me showing me the two mouth pieces. "Open wide, Baby Girl." As I opened my mouth I looked straight between Angie's open legs. Her skin tight jeans had the faintest hint of a 'camel toe' look, but more importantly, she had little wet spot on her jeans. I opened my mouth and Angie reached in with her right hand putting the rubber piece all the back in my mouth. Then she did the same with the other side. I could bite down on the rubber but my mouth was open. Angie stood up and looked down at me. "One last thing," she said as she reached into the bag. I watched as my daughter pulled out my leash and attached it to my collar. "Your ensemble is complete, Baby Girl!" Angie said proudly. I just looked up at her and tried to smile.

"Come on follow me to my bedroom, Baby Girl," Angie said as she tugged at me leash. She picked up her bag but had left my clothes on the bed. My doggie bell tinkled as I crawled down the hallway behind my daughter. I hoped like hell that Bill couldn't hear it.

As we entered her room she didn't close the door. I looked up at her then the door. "Don't worry Baby Girl, daddy won't bother us."

Angie attached my leash to her desk chair, unclipped it from my collar then pointed her index finger at me and said "Stay!" She said like a child would to her house pet. Fuck I was wet and wanted to come so badly but with that command I knew I had to stay on all fours, back straight looking straight ahead. She sat down in her chair and said. "Baby Girl, I am going to get on the internet and chat with my friends. If I get up and walk around the room or leave the room, I want you to follow me. We won't go downstairs because of dad. I want you to try for thirty minutes with the straps. Oh, and I don't want to hear that bell tinkling either." My daughter placed a wash cloth on the floor under my mouth to catch the slobber that was starting to drip out of mouth.

I wanted to droop my head so bad because my neck was killing me, but I didn't want to tinkle the bell. A couple of times I had bad itch on my back and other times I wanted to scratch my ass. I could hear my daughter typing on the keyboard and laughing and giggling to whatever she was reading or typing. I hoped to God it wasn't me, but then there was nothing I could do about it. One time she dropped her hand to my head and gently ran her fingers through my hair then she scratched me gently behind my left ear, just like a girl would do with her own dog. All the while she was typing with one hand and giggling.

Then Angie got up from her desk chair and walked to her dresser. I quickly followed her, trying to keep to her side. My doggie bell was tinkling. She pulled open the dresser drawer and rummaged around then closed the drawer and rummaged around for something on the top of the dresser. She shrugged her shoulders and walked back to the chair. I was with her the whole way. When she sat down I positioned myself over the wash cloth again.

Almost thirty minutes later I started to whine. I thought I was pretty close to the time limit.

Angie looked at her watch. "Just a couple more minutes' Baby Girl, you are doing so well," she smiled down at me. She returned her attention the computer on the desk.

I felt a tingling sensation between my legs as the couple of minutes felt like an hour.

After the couple of minutes Angie said. "Okay, times up, Baby Girl!"

I relaxed and my bell tinkled. Angie got up from the chair and walked out her bedroom door. I quickly turned and followed her down the hallway to the bathroom. I stopped outside the bathroom, hesitant.

"Come on, Baby Girl, come in, it's okay!" urged my daughter.

I tentatively crawled into the bathroom. My lovely daughter was pulling down her blue jeans and sitting on the toilet seat. It was a shock to me that my daughter was not wearing panties. It should have been a bigger outrage that I was there watching her go to the bathroom, but for some reason, her not wearing panties bothered me.

"Come over here, Baby Girl!" Angie snapped her fingers at me.

I slowly crawled up to her. I could hear her pee splashing into the toilet bowl. She reached out with both hands and cupped my face. "Good girl! I'm so proud of you Baby Girl, doing everything her mistress asks!"

My daughter hesitated a moment, took a breath and grunted. I heard her poop fall into the toilet bowl. I could also smell her poop. She reached behind my ears and scratched me. "Baby Girl needs to relieve herself too?" she asked looking at me. I nodded my head. "Well, you'll have to wait just a little bit!" she giggled.

I tried to smile but the slobber was drooling from my mouth. Damn mouth pieces.

Angie sat up upright on the toilet and pulled a small roll of toilet paper. She wadded it up and stuck her hand under her bottom. I could hear the soft scraping of the toilet paper. Angie brought her hand back out with the used toilet paper and either intentionally or not intentionally brought it by my nose as she dropped it into the wastebasket. I wonder if she knew that I liked the taste of her poop?

My daughter stood up and started pulling up her jean. It was the first time since she was a little girl that I saw her cunt, her beautiful pussy, her almost bald pussy. She had a little poof hair just above her clit. Oh, what a heavenly sight!

Angie walked out the bathroom door without flushing the toilet as usual. I quickly looked in the toilet bowl and saw the turd floating there. If I could have licked my lips I would have.

Then I heard. "Come, Baby Girl, come on!" Angie was in the doorway slapping her thigh. I quickly followed her out the door and back into her room.

In the middle of her bedroom Angie squatted down in front of me. "Open wide, Baby Girl." She ordered.

I opened my mouth as she reached in and took the two rubber pieces of out. She dropped them on her desk as I licked my lips and worked my jaw. From her desk Angie picked up the riding crop and squatted down in front of me again.

"Our practice time is almost over but this is your discipline time. I have decided that this is how I want to discipline you, mother," Angie said matter-of-factly.

"But, honey, please, Mrs Kelley."

Angie cut me off. "Mrs Kelley said if you remember mother that we could discipline you anyway we thought best. Well, this is what I think is best!"

"But."

"Quit your whining mother, or are you questioning me?"

"No, sweetie, your right, you know best," I hung my head in shame.

"Look at me mother."

I looked up at my daughter. She was holding the riding crop horizontally. "Kiss the riding crop, kiss the little square at the end of the riding crop." She ordered me.

"What? You can't be serious Angie!" I protested.

"I am serious, mother. If you don't want fifteen lashes, then kiss the leather square."

I quickly leaned forward and kiss it then pulled back.

"No, mother, slowly, slowly kiss the end of the riding crop. Go on, like a good girl!"

I slowly leaned forward and kiss the end of the riding crop then pulled back and looked up at my daughter. "Very good mother." Angie smiled as she stood up.

She walked around behind me. "How many lashes are you going to receive?"

"Ten."

I heard her hit the palm of her hand with the riding crop. "Yes, and why are you going to receive ten lashes?"

I thought for a moment. "Because, because I couldn't follow your directions."

"Very good, mother. And why can't you follow directions?"

I thought again. "Because I am a puppy girl and I can't stay still."

Angie giggled, "Yes, mother that is right, I hadn't thought of that one though, but very good. You will count each lash and if I ask you a question you will say and only say, 'bitch' is that understood?" She smacked the palm of her hand again with the riding crop. "Remember, mother, it is not I who is causing your punishment. You have caused it yourself by not following simple directions."

"Yes, I understand." I replied. I was mad at myself for bringing this punishment on.

"One more thing, Baby Girl. You will stay in that position with your back and neck straight. No looking around, do you understand?" Angie asked as she slapped the riding crop in her hand again.

"Yes, I understand."

Angie must have been looking at me because for about twenty seconds or so she didn't do anything. I was wondering when the punishment would start, then, [SMACK] I jumped as the riding crop hit my right ass cheek. I almost yelled 'one' but I said in normal voice 'one'.

[SMACK] I jumped again as my left ass cheek was hit. I said 'two'.

"What are you mother?"

"A bitch."

"Say it like you mean it mother," Angie urged.

"A bitch!"

"Better."

[SMACK] I gritted my teeth and said 'three'.

"What is a female dog?"

'A bitch!"

[SMACK] fuck I think to myself but said 'four'.

I heard my daughter kneeling behind me then I felt her hand running over my ass cheeks. "Hmm" I heard her say.

[SMACK] 'five' I said.

"You're a female dog, what does that make you?"

"A bitch!"

Just then I felt the riding crop rubbing up and down against my cunt. "You have five more lashes mother but this time I want you to say 'I'm a bitch' and the number of the lash, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." I was very worried as she rubbed my cunt with the riding crop.

"Hmm, your cunt is very wet. I think you might like this discipline thing, Baby Girl!" I didn't know if I should answer her or not. [SMACK] I yelped and jumped, my doggie bell tinkling furiously. Angie had smacked my cunt. "Angie, please."

But she cut me off. "Say it mother, or I'll add another five lashes."

"I'm a bitch, six" I almost cry.

Angie slowly comes around and squats in front of me again. I want so badly to wipe my eyes of the tears, but I dare not move. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head. With her other hand she ran the riding crop around my breasts.

"You are very beautiful, mother." Angie smiled at me.

[SMACK] I jumped again. She had hit my right nipple with the riding crop. "I'm a bitch, seven."

"Look at me when you answer."

[SMACK] I jumped as she lashed my left nipple. "I'm a bitch, eight!" I say staring into her eyes.

[SMACK] I jumped as my right nipple was swatted again. "I'm a bitch, nine!" That one hurt. I almost had tears in my eyes again.

Angie smiled at me.

[SMACK] fuck! I jumped. "I'm a bitch, ten!" Finally I think to myself.

"I love you mother!" Angie said with a smile.

"I love you too, sweetie," I replied staring up at her.

"Now kiss the riding crop again, mother, but this time I want you to say 'thank you Miss riding crop for correcting my behavior. Do you understand, mother?"

"Angie, please," I started to plead but she just raised her eyebrow like I was questioning her. "Okay!" I replied. I leaned forward and planted a slow kiss on the end of the riding crop. "Thank you Miss riding crop for correcting my behavior."

Angie stood up. "Very good, mother. Now into the corner for your time-out." "But...."

"No buts, Baby Girl. You heard what Mrs Kelley said. Punishment time includes a time-out, just like it does with dogs."

I don't remember Mrs Kelley saying that. I hang my head down and crawl to the corner next to Angie's desk, my doggie bell tinkling.

"I am going downstairs, when I come back up, your time-out is over. I don't want to hear your doggie bell tinkle, if do, it is 5 more lashes with the crop."

I heard Angie walk down the stairs. After a minute or so I heard Bill and Angie laughing. I couldn't tell if they were laughing at what was on TV or something else. Fuck, staying here in Angie's room on my hands and knees like a bad doggie was getting me horny again!

After what I think was ten minutes I hear Angie walking up the stairs. I had managed to stay perfectly still during my time-out but my knees where killing me and my back ached. I don't know if I will ever get used to these straps.

"Okay, Baby Girl, your time-out session is over and practice is over," Angie smiled as she knelt down next to me. "I want to know something though."

I look up at her. "Whats that?"

"Will you do anything for me to help us win this competition?"

"Anything?" I repeat.

Angie nodded her head still holding my chin in her hand.

Fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Yes, honey, I will do anything for you to win this competition."

"Thank you, mother, I just know you will!" Angie said as she stood up.

She undid my straps and took the paws and knee pads off me. "I think we had good practice, what do you think?"

Fuck, what am I supposed to say to that? "Yes, dear, I think our practice this evening was good."

"You can go to the bathroom to relieve yourself, but not your bathroom."

I nod my head as I walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway. I try to shut the door to the bathroom but Angie is there pushing the door open.

"I want to see you go to the bathroom," Angie said with excitement on her face. "I mean, you saw me go to the bathroom."

I almost told her that I had no choice but to watch her go. I shrug my shoulders as I sit down on the toilet seat. Angie sits on the edge of the tub watching between my legs. It was awkward silence as I wait for my pee to pour out. Finally there is pee splash into the bowl.

"You know mother, I will have to get use to watching you relieve yourself, I mean with the competition and all."

I just nod my head and push out the final drops. I stand up and flush the toilet. Damn it, I think, too bad I can't masturbate myself to her turds in the toilet. Oh well, maybe next time.

"Very good mother. I am going to get on the internet again and talk to my friends. You can do whatever you want until bedtime, but no touching yourself."

I stop by my bedroom and retrieve my clothes then head downstairs. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"You look flushed, sweetheart" Bill said looking at me.

"Yes, we have been practicing, it is hard work," I replied as I rub my sore knees.

"So, where are you sleeping tonight? With me or somewhere else?" he asked.

"Ah, well, um, I will be sleeping with Angie tonight," I replied with downcast eyes. Damn it to hell I was horny and I needed Bill's cock.

"Uhhh" was all Bill replied.

After a couple of hours of watching TV Bill got up to go to bed. "See you in the morning. I really hope this is worth it."

"It is dear, remember this is for our daughter's future and we must help her any way we can."

I walked into Angie's bedroom. "I am ready for bed Angie," I said. I felt like a fucking child telling her mommy I was ready for bed.

"Okay, mom, go ahead and crawl into bed, I have just have a couple more conversations to close out."

I had changed into an old sweat top and pants but Angie hadn't noticed.

"Coach Wagner set up a site for us, our team site. It's pretty cool. She says that she is going to put on the website the stuff we learn. Says it is to reinforce our practices."

"That's nice, honey."

"I am going to add our practice this evening to my blog site."

I sat up in bed. Did I hear that right? "What do you mean, on your blog site?"

"Coach Wagner created five blog sites for us, to keep track our practices and training methods."

I gulped. "So anybody can read that?"

"Of course, silly! That's the whole idea."

Fuck! I lay down in bed again. What next?

As I was lying in bed Angie finally pulled the covers back to get into bed with me. She said without looking up. "In the nude mother, please."

"What? Come on, Angie, this is hard enough on me!" I plead.

"It is hard on me too, mother, but coach said on the website that you should nude in bed and that your wrists should be tied behind you back."

"What? No Angie, please no nudity and tying my wrists. This is too much for me!" I cried as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Coach said that it has been a stressful for you and that you might be very horny. She wants you at a heightened state of horniness the next couple of days," Angie said as she walked around the bed with the silk scarf that used earlier today.

"Angie, please, no!" I pleaded again putting my head in my hands.

"Mother, undress for me!" Angie ordered as she looked at me.

I hesitated standing there in front of my twelve year-old with tears in my eyes.

"Mother, you know what will happen if you disobey me? It is after practice time so I can use the metal ruler on you."

I nodded my head. I started sobbing as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and let if fall to the floor.

"Mother, hush, stop your crying. I have to do this. I can't lie if the coach asks me on Friday if your wrists weren't tied behind and you were nude in bed each night."

I pushed my sweat pants down to my ankles and stepped out of it. I crossed my arms in front of my chest looking down at the floor. I said, "I'm not sure that I want to be on the team anymore."

"Of course you do mother," Angie said a matter-of-factly. "We have come so far today and besides, you want me to go to college don't you?" she asked as she walked up to me and grabbed hold of my left wrist and pulled it away from my chest.

"Yes, of course I want you to go college. But I still don't understand why the coach wants this."

"She says that will help you overcome your fear of being nude in public. Now don't argue with me, I am just following instructions, mother." Angie wrapped part of the silk scarf around my wrist. Then she calmly took my right wrist and turned me around. I did nothing to resist her. She wrapped the scarf around it then tied both ends of the scarf together. My wrists were tied behind me and I was naked.

Angie turned me around and pushed back onto the bed. I fell onto the bed, landing my wrists. It hurt a little. I watched as Angie took off her blouse and bra. My mouth watered. She had the prettiest little breasts buds. She put a t-shirt then pulled down her form fitting blue jeans. She was wearing the cartoon character underwear I gotten her for her birthday. She turned around and smiled at me then sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her socks off. Oh God how I wanted her, to taste that little cunt, to wrap my mouth around those little buds. Fuck, I wanted to masturbate so badly.

Angie got up from the bed and turned off the light. She crawled into bed beside me. "This is so cool, mom," giggled Angie as she snuggled up to me. I was lying on my back. Angie leaned over and gave me quick kiss on the cheek.

"You're the best mom!"

"Thanks sweetie."