Thursday:

"Wakey, wakey, time to get up mother!" Angie said as she pushed on her mother.

"Huh? What? What time is it?" I asked as I rolled to my side. Damn my arms and wrists hurt.

"It's 8, mom. Dad has gone to work, I've taken my shower and gotten dressed. It's past time for you to get up!" Angie replied as she pulled my arms up so that I was sitting on the bed.

"Sorry, honey, I must have been more tired than I thought."

"I'll say, you tossed and turned all night, kept waking me up!"

"Sorry, but it's just so uncomfortable with my wrists being tied."

"You better get used it or I'll have you sleep on the floor."

I frowned at Angie and stood. "Can you please untie my wrists for me? I have to go to the bathroom."

Angie untied my wrists and I headed for the bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom she was right behind me.

"Please, Angie, can't I have a moment of peace?"

"Sorry, mom, but you have to get used to me being in your life," she replied as she sat down on the edge of the tub watching me.

"You are in my life!" I replied as I sat down on the toilet seat.

"You know what I mean, mom."

I sat down on the toilet and let out stream of pee. I felt self-conscious sitting in there in front of my daughter as Angie stared at my crotch. She had that wild eyed look of a girl who was free to stare at their nude mother. I finally noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing pink t-shirt that had "Girl Power" in white letters across the front. I had bought that for her for Christmas. She wore tight denim shorts, too tight around her crotch if you ask me, white ankle socks and her sneakers. She was cute looking for a twelve year old.

She was smiling at me. "Relax, mom. After you're done, brush your teeth and take a quick shower."

Why did that sound familiar? I remembered it is what I used to her when she was young and now here she was telling me. I took a small wad of toilet paper and wiped my crotch of my pee and stood up. Angie still sat on the edge of the tub watching me as I flushed the toilet.

I still felt self-conscious standing in front of my daughter as I turned on the shower. She was standing in the doorway watching. I washed my body and face and turned off the shower. Angie handed me a towel.

I wrapped dried off and wrapped the towel around me and headed out of the bathroom. "No covering up mother," Angie said as she pulled the towel from around my body.

"But honey, it is chilly," I pleaded as she hung the towel up.

"No, mother," Angie replied as she pushed me into the hallway. "I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."

"Let me put some clothes on first."

"You don't seem to understand, mom. You have to get used to the idea of being naked and that includes around the house."

I trailed Angie as we walked down the stairs. She was right of course, I have to get used to being naked and here I was fighting it in my own house. But what of Bill, how would he react?

As we walked into the kitchen Angie said, "Make some oatmeal for both of us." and she walked out of the kitchen. I was making the instant kind of oatmeal when she called me.

"Mother, come here!"

It sounded like she was in the living room. Without thinking I replied, "In a minute dear, I am almost finished!"

Angie came stomping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Mom! When I call you you are supposed to come to me. You stop what you're doing and come to me."

"Honey, I'm almost..." then I realized what she was doing. She was testing me, she was calling me like at practice yesterday. Oh, fuck, I thought.

"That's five lashes for not paying attention to me!" Angie said as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"But honey, please, give me another chance. I wasn't thinking."

"No, mother, you have to obey me without thinking," she said as she looked up at me.

God damn it! I thought as I clenched my teeth.

"Don't give me that look, mom. You're the one that failed that little test, not me. You brought this on yourself."

I turned around and put both hands on the counter, gritting my teeth and getting my anger under control. "So when are these five lashes?"

"I haven't decided yet, maybe during our practice time later."

I nodded my head accepting my fate, picked up the two bowls of oatmeal and sat down at the table. I pushed Angie's bowl towards her.

Angie picked up her spoon and stared at the bowl. "This really isn't that hard mother."

"I know, sweetie," I said as I scooped a spoonful of oatmeal. "It's just the idea of getting used to this."

Angie quickly finished her bowl and stood up. "When you come upstairs, bring a big green trash bag."

"Okay," I replied as I watched her leave the kitchen. I heard her walking up the stairs.

I stood up and gathered the bowls and put them in the sink.

"Mom, mom, come up here!" Angie yelled.

I quickly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I think she was the master bedroom. I walked into the room and found her standing next the bed.

"Where's the green trash bag?" she asked with an impatient look on her face.

"I, um, came up as soon as you called," I replied knowing this wasn't going to go good.

"Five more lashes, mother."

"But, but, come on Angie, I'm doing what you're asking of me."

She put her hands on her hips. "I said, 'When you come upstairs' and I called you upstairs so where's the trash bag?" I hung my head. Fuck she was right!

"Go to my bedroom and get the riding crop and silk scarf mother."

I nodded my head in defeat. How could I be so fucking stupid?

I walked into her bedroom and picked up the scarf from the bed and the riding crop from her desk and returned to the master bedroom. I handed her both things and stood back.

"Stand in the middle of the room," she ordered.

I stood there as she secured the scarf around my head. "Put your hands behind your head and stick your chest out."

I did so. I felt something against my lips. "Kiss the end of the riding crop, mother."

I puckered my lips and kissed the riding crop. "Now say, 'Thank you Miss Riding Crop.'"

I took a deep breath. "Thank you Miss Riding Crop!" That sound so silly to me but I think Angie was serious.

Angie walked around behind me. "After each swat I want you to say to the number of the swat and 'I'm a stupid mother!'"

This was too much. "Angie, please!"

"Hush, mom, unless you five more lashes?"

I shook my head. I could feel my cunt getting wet now. Why was this turning me on?

[SLAP] I jumped as my left butt cheek was hit. "One, I'm a stupid mother!"

[SLAP] I jumped again as my right butt cheek was hit. "Two, I'm a stupid mother!"

I could hear Angie walking around to my front. [SLAP] I gritted my teeth as my right nipple was hit. "Three, I'm a stupid mother!"

[SLAP] I moved my left side as my left nipple was slapped. "Four, I'm a stupid mother!"

I almost jumped as Angie touched my left thigh. "Spread your legs a little, mother," she ordered. I moved my legs apart a little further.

Oh, shit! She knows, she looking at my wet cunt! Fuck!

I could feel her fingers probing around my cunt, kind of pulling apart the skin folds. "How come you're wet?"

"I, um..." Fuck, how do you answer something like that? Especially answering your daughter.

Angie giggled which was strange. "I'm wet too mother. I think we both like this punishment."

"You maybe," I started to say when I realized that was a stupid thing to say.

"You too mother, otherwise, you wouldn't be wet like this."

[SLAP] I bent over and jumped. She had swatted my cunt! I gritted my teeth, "Five, I'm a stupid mother!"

"Take it mother, come on, be strong!"

I nodded my head and straightened up.

"Okay, you have five more lashes coming but I'll let you decide. Do you want them now or later?"

I thought for a moment. "Now, I'll take them now."

"Good, then bend over at the waist but keep your hands behind your head."

I did as she told me. I could her fingers running down my backside and between my cheeks. For a moment, a finger lingered over my anus, and then moved on, sliding slickly into my dripping cunt. I wanted desperately to push down, to drive the finger deeper, but I forced myself to stand still. "My, my, mother, you really are wet!"

I didn't respond to her and almost nodded my head. I was learning. "This time I want you to say the number of swat and 'I deserve this', do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Angie moved her hand to my lower back. [SLAP] I jumped slightly as my left cheek was swatted. "Six, I deserve this!"

[SLAP] she hit my right cheek. "Seven, I deserve this!"

[SLAP] Angie hit my left butt cheek. "Eight, I deserve this!"

[SLAP] she hit my right butt check. "Nine, I deserve this!"

[SLAP] she hit my left butt cheek. "Ten, I deserve this!"

"Stand up, mother," Angie said as she stepped back. "Take the scarf off."

I took the scarf off and Angie was standing in front of me holding the riding crop. "Kiss the riding crop and say, 'Thank you, Miss Riding Crop, for correcting my behavior.'"

Angie had a look on her face like she was just daring me not to do it. "Thank you, Miss Riding Crop for correcting my behavior," I said as I leaned forward and kissed the end of the crop.

"Very good, mom, now stand in the corner over there." She pointed to the wall next to the dresser.

I nodded my head. My rear end was smarting a bit.

"I will be in my room on the internet. I'll come back when your corner time is finished."

I stood in the corner and started to sob as Angie walked out the door. Things were not going right this morning. I was wet and horny and I've been punished already. What is wrong with me, I thought, why can't I follow her directions?

After what seemed like an hour I heard Angie walking down the hallway. I straightened up and waited to enter the room but she walked right by doorway and down the stairs. I was about to say something to her but decided against it. As she walked down the stairs she yelled out, "Nose against the wall, mother!"

My nose against the wall? What the hell? How would she know if I have my nose against the wall or not? But I decided not to take any chances so I put my nose against the wall. It was a good thing that I did because I didn't hear her come into the room.

"Times up, mom. Go downstairs and get a big green garbage bag." Angie said as she sat down on the bed.

I hurried downstairs into the kitchen and pulled a green garbage bag out of the pantry and headed up stairs.

"Let's go through your closet," Angie said as she stood up when I came into the room.

"Whatever for?" I asked.

"Take all your clothes hanging here and in the drawer and put them in the bag."

It was a simple statement, so I nodded my head and went to the closet and started taking my clothes out and stuffing them in the bag. Angie sat on the bed watching me.

She stood up and walked over to the dresser opening the top drawer pulling out my bras and panties. "You won't need these anymore, mom," She said as she flung the under garments into the garbage bag.

"Angie, darling, those are expensive bras and panties," I whined.

"I know, but you won't be wearing them anytime soon, mother," she smiled.

After the garbage bag was packed, taped and put away in Angie's closet, the only thing I had left were my shoes, my high heels and sneakers.

I looked at Angie as we stood in her room. "So what I am supposed to wear today?"

"My clothes, then we will go out and purchase some different clothes for you."

"Your clothes? Your clothes won't fit me!" I protested.

Angie opened her dresser and pulled out a pink cut-off t-shirt that had 'Intercourse Middle School' across the front. It was only a half a t-shirt so it would show off my stomach and belly button, but more importantly, my nipples would poke through the shirt. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and down. It felt funny wearing half a shirt. Then Angie pulled from her dresser a denim mini-skirt.

"Oh, no, I can't be seen wearing this! It is way too short for me and it probably won't even cover my crotch!" I said as I held up the skirt.

"Mother, hush! Put the skirt on and no more whining, or else we can have another discipline session," she replied with an angry look on her face.

I looked at the mini-skirt and shrugged my shoulders, nodded my head and slipped the skirt on.

"You might not want to bend over while we are in the store," Angie smiled. "Now, go to your room, put your hair in a pony tail with a pink ribbon. I want to you to wear your white knee high socks and those black colored sneakers."

I nodded my head and walked off to my bedroom. I'm gonna look like a slut for sure, I thought. How humiliating to be seen in public like this.

"Hurry up, mom!" yelled Angie from downstairs.

I hurried down the stairs, my pony tail bouncing back and forth but also my denim mini-skirt flapping up down as I walked down the stairs.

"You look beautiful, mom," Angie smiled as she held the door open for me.

"Thanks." I didn't know if I should be grateful or respectful.

We got into the car and I tried to pull down the denim skirt a little lower but it didn't seem to work.

"I think we will stop by Skimpy Clothes first and look in the pre-teen section for t-shirts and then walk over to Hot Teen Fashions and see what kind of denim skirts they have on sale."

I didn't say anything as I put the car in gear and drove down the street.

"This is so cool mom, I'm taking you shopping!" She was beaming.

"Yes, dear," I replied trying to look happy. Hot Teen Fashions? Fuck!

"Oh, come on, mom. You know that you have to dress sexy in public to get over your fear of being nude in the competition. You know all those people will be looking at you. You have get over being self-conscious about it."

"I know honey, but this is all so fast for me. I am not sure I am ready for this."

"You are ready. I know that it has only been one day, but the training is going good."

"If I can follow directions that is!" I muttered to myself.

Angie giggled and put her hand on my thigh. "I know mom, but with my help you can learn to follow my directions." Her fingers stroked up and down the inside of my thigh a couple of times and then she took her hand away.

I just nodded my head as I made a right turn towards the mall.

We pulled into the parking lot, which was crowded with cars. It was one of those back to school shopping days.

As we walked to the front entrance off to the side was a Great Dane and a Standard Poodle. The Great Dane was on top of the poodle humping it. The Dane had a monster size cock, at least two inches around and at least ten inches long. The poodle looked like it was hurting each time the larger dog thrust into it. The group of kids standing in a circle watching the Dane fuck the poodle, were yelling encouragement to the larger dog.

"How disgusting!" I said as we walked by, the image of the thrusting cock filling in my mind.

"I don't know, I think it is kind of cool," Angie replied as she watched both dogs.

I got a lot of stares as we walked down the hallway to the center of the mall towards Skimpy Clothes. Some mothers covered their children's eyes as we walked past. Fuck, I just wanted to slink away from the crowds but Angie had a big smile on her face as I followed her.

We stood at the circular rack of t-shirts looking at several at a time. I looked down beside me and noticed a young boy standing a few feet away from me, just staring. "Are you a whore?" the boy asked as he looked at me.

I know I just turned several shades of red. I looked at Angie and she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't look at me, he didn't ask me the question."

"No, I'm not a whore."

"But you look like one!"

I could tell Angie was smiling as she kind of stepped away from me. "I'm not a whore now go away!" I hissed at the youngster.

Just then a woman came up and took the boy's hand. "Come, Harold, leave the nice whore alone."

I was about to protest but the woman was half way across the store with the little boy in tow.

Angie handed me a couple of t-shirts. "Try these on, mom."

"Um, do I have to? Can't I try these on at home?" I said looking around hoping nobody has noticed me.

"Don't make me repeat myself, mother, just do it," she hissed.

"But honey, it doesn't make any difference if I try them on at home, I can always return them if they don't fit," I almost whined.

Angie stood there with her hands on her hips and an angry look. "Punishment time, mother! Five swats on your breasts! Now!"

Oh shit! Why did I have to argue with her? Angie took off towards the ladies bathroom but turned around as I was still standing next to the rack with tears in my eyes.

She lifted her index finger and crooked it back and forth, waving me over to her. I shrugged my shoulders and stomped my feet like she did not so long ago when she was in trouble.

I shuffled over to her with my head hung low. "Follow me!"

I followed her to the bathroom. As we walked in she checked the stalls and then turned to me. I had tears in my eyes.

"Why is it so hard for you to follow my directions, mother?" Angie asked as she took the flexible metal ruler from her purse.

"I'm trying Angie, I really am, but this is so hard for me!" I replied standing in front of her.

Angie looked at me. "Pull your t-shirt up over your breasts mother," she said a matter-of-factly as she slapped the flexible ruler in the palm of her hand.

"Please, Angie, one more chance. I can do it, I know I can!" I pleaded.

"Don't make it ten swats, mother." Angie was nervous I could tell. We were in a semi-public place where somebody could walk in on us at anytime.

I bit my lip, should I push the argument that I can do better or let her swat my breasts? I stared at my daughter as she pulled out the silk scarf from her purse. Fuck! I lifted the skimpy t-shirt over my breasts. God damn it! I felt the wetness between legs!

With nervous hands Angie tied the silk scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I felt awkward standing in the bathroom with the scarf around my head holding my t-shirt up.

"Pull your nipples out like you were taught yesterday, mom," Angie said as she walked around in front of me.

I grabbed my nipples and pulled. I grimaced a little. "Please, Angie, I know I can follow your directions."

"Hush, mother! You'll get 5 swats. After each swat I want to say, 'I will obey Angie", do you understand?" She swatted her palm again with the ruler.

"Yes, dear!" I replied as I slumped my shoulders.

I stood there for what seemed like forever, then [SLAP] I jumped as my left breast was hit. God damn it! "One, I will obey Angie," I said.

I could hear Angie walking back and forth in front of me. [SLAP] Fuck! That hurt on my right breast! "Two, I will obey Angie," I said gritting my teeth.

[SLAP] Shit! My left breast was hit again. "Three, I will obey Angie," I almost had tears in my eyes. I shifted my weight back and forth, trying to get my thighs to rub my pussy.

[SLAP] Fuck! I had tears in my eyes now. My right breast was hit. "Four, I will obey Angie." I cried. Then I heard the bathroom door open and shut. Oh shit, somebody else was in the bathroom with us. I was really nervous now.

[SLAP] I stomped my right foot. Damn that hurt! "Five, I will obey Angie," I said wondering who was in the bathroom with us. I began to wonder how come Angie hadn't stopped my punishment. Did I just say that? My punishment?

Angie walked around behind me. I could feel her removing the scarf. "Did you learn your lesson, mother?" she asked.

I was more interested in seeing was in the bathroom with us. I gulped. "Yes, dear, I learned my lesson!" I pulled my skimpy t-shirt down over my breasts as the scarf came off.

In front of me was a little girl in a white sundress staring at me with her index finger in her mouth. I turned beet red and averted my eyes from the little girl.

Angie pushed me out the door. "Sorry mom, do you forgive me for letting the little girl in the bathroom?"

What could I say? "Yes, sweetie, I forgive you."

"Good, now, are you going to follow my directions?"

"Yes, dear!"

We went back to the same clothing rack and Angie pulled off some t-shirts, then went over to the skirt rack and pulled off some skirts and then finished off with some pink blouses.

"Let's go in the changing booth and have you try these on," my daughter smiled.

Fuck! That's what I used to tell her when we went shopping. What a reversal.

We stepped into the changing booth. Angie sat down on the bench and handed me the clothes.

I stood there looking at her. "Well?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the denim skirt down. Then I pulled the t-shirt over my head

"Your breasts are still red, mom," Angie said with some concern.

"I know, they sting a little bit." I replied with embarrassment.

"Hold on a minute," Angie said. "I forgot to check your crotch this morning for hair growth."

"You just shaved me yesterday. There can't be any hair growth." I protested.

Angie ignored my comment. "Put your foot up here on the bench and let me take a closer look."

I hesitated. Angie looked up at me. I gulped. I put my foot on the bench. Angie leaned forward and ran her hand over my pussy. Then she lightly traced my lips with her finger tips. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her fingers. I desperately needed to cum. I slowly pushed my crotch in the direction she was lightly rubbing me.

"Mom, stop!" was all she said. I turned red. I decided to push the boundary a little.

"Can I please masturbate?" God damn I was embarrassed asking my daughter for permission to relieve myself. My cheeks burned red, but it was my cunt that was on fire.

"No you cannot, mother!"

"How do you not masturbate then? I mean, this has to be a turn-on for you too." I blurted out. I was standing looking down at my daughter.

"It is a turn-on for me, mom, but I like to think that I am more disciplined than you in my thoughts and actions that I don't have the urge to masturbate yet."

Did my little girl just tell that she was better than me? A twelve year old talking to her mother like that?

Before I could say anything she said. "Now hush, mother, and put these on!"

I was about to protest her telling me to 'hush' but she added. "You need to be more disciplined in your thoughts, mother, so until we get home I want you to be seen and not heard. That means, you don't talk unless I ask you a question, do you understand?"

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. My twelve year-old telling me to be quiet! God damn it, I said to myself, stop being so fucking wet between your legs.

She had me mix and match the denim skirts, t-shirts and blouses. Then she had me bend over frontwards, backwards and sideways checking to see how much of my crotch would be exposed.

"Very good, mom. I think I made some good choices for you," she smiled. As we walked out of the changing booth she turned to me. "I want you to walk two steps behind me. Right behind me, not to my side. I want you to follow me, turn when I turn and stop when I stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear," I replied wondering what she was up to.

We walked out of Skimpy Clothes and down the mall to Hot Teen Fashions. I was right behind almost step for step. We walked around the store, me two steps behind my daughter. Some of the patrons were looking at us as Angie led me around the store. A couple of times I almost ran into her as she stopped suddenly. Other times I was hurrying just to keep up. It was then I realized what she was doing. I was following her like some obedient puppy but without the leash. She stopped in the shoe department and picked out three pairs of six inch heels, red heels. Red is not my favorite color and I told Angie that. But she ignored me and put the shoes in the basket.

It was lunch time by the time we left the store. I followed Angie to the food court where we sat down at a table. She ordered herself a burger meal but nothing for me.

"Are you hungry?" Angie asked as I walked around the table.

"Yes, I am," I said as I put the bags down.

"I thought you might be," Angie replied. "I will feed you in a little bit. Come stand next to me as I eat this burger."

I looked around the food court embarrassed. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to us so I casually walked over to Angie and stood beside her, my hands clasped in front of me.

"I want you to look straight ahead mom, no looking around," Angie said as she took a bite of her cheeseburger.

Angie took her time eating the burger and fries. Damn it smelled good, my mouth watered.

She stood up drinking her coke. "Now, let's get you something to eat."

I grabbed the bags and followed her. "We also have to get you a dog dish and water dish for training, don't we?" Angie said as she kind of leaned over and told me.

"I know," I replied. "I am dreading that."

"Well, then let's get both things now while we're at it."

What could I say, except nod my head.

"Okay, walk two steps behind me like before," she ordered. I fell behind her. I watched her every move so as not to bump into her.

We walked down the mall towards the pet store called "Little Paws".

I followed Angie into the store. The sales clerks were adult women wearing dog ears and cat ears and some of them had whiskers painted on their face. It was supposed to lend an air authenticity to the store.

"Mom, you pick out a dog dish and a water dish over there and let me look over here for something." Angie said as she walked away.

I looked around the store first. The sales clerks were helping kids and families with their choices of merchandise.

As I walked through the store I passed two very large dog cages. In one cage a male dog was humping the female dog. A little boy standing next to the cage said, "Look mommy, the male dog is fucking the bitch!"

"I know, honey, now come along," the mother said as she pulled her son away from the cage.

I was standing there watching the dogs mate when some female voice said. "The cage is big enough for an adult female." The sales clerk giggled and walked away.

I looked over at the dog dishes on the display shelves. Some were brightly colored, some had multiple colors. Some dishes were plastic and others ceramic. I looked around at the crowd in the store. Nobody seem to be paying much attention to me so I don't know why I felt embarrassed picking out a dog dish and water dish, I mean, nobody here would know that I was going to use it.

I quickly picked out two plain white plastic dishes. I looked around the store and saw Angie over by the dog food. My stomach jumped for a moment. She wasn't thinking about... she couldn't. I walked over to her. She was looking at doggie treats on the shelf.

I was about to say something when Angie held her index finger up reminding me not to speak. Fuck I was wet between my legs. I could almost slip away to the store bathroom and quickly rub myself. Then I looked at Angie. She had to be wet too, very wet. But she wasn't going to tell me.

Angie turned around and showed me the bag of doggie treats. Nutritional food for the hungry puppy it said. She looked at the plastic doggie bowls I had and shook her head.

"Mother, I would have thought you'd pick out a better set than that!" she said as she took the bowls from me. "Do I have to do everything?"

I was embarrassed as people in the store looked our way. Fuck! God damn it, can't I do anything right? I asked myself as I follow Angie over to the dog bowl display.

Angie waved the sales clerk over and handed her the two white bowls I had picked out. "Here," she said. "Can you get those two pink bowls there?" Angie asked pointing at the display behind the counter.

The sales woman handed the two bowls to Angie. "You know for a couple dollars more you can have the name of the dog emblazoned on the bowl."

I turned beet red. Angie smiled. "What do you think, mom?" I just nodded my head. God, I don't why this is so humiliating, nobody here knows that I will be using the bowl, so why does it make me so wet?

The sales clerk looked at me and asked. "So what name can we put on the side of the bowls?"

Angie stepped in front of me and replied. "Put 'Baby Girl' in blue letters around the bowls but on the inside of the bowls put 'Kathy' with a 'y'." she smiled.

"Hmm, okay," smiled the sales clerk and walked away.

Angie turned around and looked at me. She knew I was about to say something. "Seen and not heard, mom!" she said before I could say anything.

Angie walked over to the large dog cage as the male dog had moved himself of the female dog. Both dogs were butt to butt.

"That is so cool!" Angie said as she took a closer look at the two dogs.

"Yes, it is," a sales clerk came up to her. "It is how a male dog impregnates his bitch."

Angie walked around the cage watching the two dogs. I was getting uncomfortable watching her. Her eyes were wide open as she licked her lips. "Wow, mom this is so cool!"

The sales clerk with our two dog bowls came over and handed them to Angie. She handed them to me and I went to the check-out stand. To see my name on the inside of the dog bowls brought me shame. Maybe that's what Angie wanted. I mean, I really couldn't do anything about it though could I?

I followed Angie outside the pet store. She walked over to a bench and sat down at the end of it. I moved to sit down next to her but she said. "Stand next me mom and look straight ahead."

I set the bags down next to her on the bench and moved over to the end of the bench and stood next to her. She opened the bag of doggie treats and handed me two. I quickly covered the treats with my hand hoping that no one would notice.

Angie looked up at me. "Go on mom, I know you must be hungry, eat them," she urged.

I looked around making sure nobody was watching then quickly brought my hand up to my mouth and popped one of the treats in my mouth. I turned red in the face as Angie smiled up at me. I crunched down on the treat and chewed. Surprisingly it didn't taste all that bad. I kind of shifted my weight from one leg to the other then popped the other one in my mouth. Angie reached into the bag again and held up two more treats. I shook my head as I chewed the treat.

"Come on, mother, two more, it will be a while before dinner."

I shook my head again and looked away. "Mom, don't make me get the ruler out again. Now take them!"

A couple of kids came walking by in front of us when Angie said that. Fuck, I wanted to die right there as they looked at us.

I held out my hand and Angie put the two treats in my palm. I quickly folded my fingers over the treats trying to look nonchalant.

The next thing I know that little girl who was in the Skimpy Clothing store bathroom watching me was walking towards us. She stopped in front of me. I avoided eye contact with her as I continued to chew the treat.

Angie leaned forward on the bench looking at the girl. "Go ahead and ask her what she has in her hand."

The girl looked at Angie then me. "Go on, she won't bite!" Angie smiled. The little girl smiled also. I guess her age about seven or eight.

"What do you have in your hand?" the youngster asked me.

I gripped the treats in my hand tighter and ignored the girl. The girl looked at Angie then at me again.

"Mother, this nice little girl asked you a question. Why don't you be nice and show her what you have?"

Fuck! No I don't want too! I shouted to myself. I looked at the girl and shrugged my shoulders but did nothing. I was almost finished chewing the treat I had in my mouth.

Angie opened her purse and took out the flexible metal ruler. She slapped it a couple of times in the palm of her hand. "Play nice mother, or else." The little girls eyes got big as she watched Angie with the ruler.

I slowly opened my hand with the treats in it. The girl stepped forward and looked into my palm. She giggled. "My doggie, Oreo, likes those treats also!" she smiled at me. I wanted to die right there. I was wilting under the stare of the youngster.

"Angie," I started to say.

"Hush mother! I didn't say you could talk. Now finish those treats!" she interrupted me.

The little girl had a surprised look on her face as she looked from me to Angie and back to me. Angie leaned towards the girl. "My mommy is a nice mommy. She will do anything for me!" Angie smiled at the youngster. The girl nodded her head then turned and ran off. Oh thank God! I thought.

Angie opened her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. She opened the paper and read from it. "Okay, now I need you to go to the sport store over there and get a can of tennis balls, any color you want."

I nodded my head as I finished swallowing the treats. As I walked into the store a sales clerk announced. "Mothers of the Bikini Bottom Buttercups troop take your seats over here. It's time to measure your necks."

The sales clerk was a woman who had a noose around her neck like a necklace. She wore denim shorts that were very tight, showing off her camel toe, and a tight white blouse. Six women came over to her and she started ushering them into the chairs. Behind the women were girls with measuring tapes.

"We need the length, width and circumference of their necks, girls."

Off to my left was another sales clerk who was showing the youngsters different types of nooses.

"Now girls, when you learn to hang your mommies for your badge, you can use either silk nooses, cloth nooses, and plain rope nooses," the woman explained.

The troop mother stepped forward. "Ah, the girls will be using the silk nooses," the mother said then she turned to the sales clerk. "We don't want to leave any marks on their mothers' necks."

I worked my way through the crowd of people over to the tennis section. I looked over the different color tennis balls and settled on the bright orange kind. I think Angie would approve. My stomach tingled a little bit when I thought about getting my daughters approval. Fuck, where'd that come from?

As I walked back through the store the mothers who had their necks measured were standing on small stools with silk nooses around their necks. The troop mother was explaining to the little girls that the height of the stool should be half the length of their mother's neck.

"That way girls when your mother is dangling at the end of her noose, her toes should barely touch the ground. Like this," the troop leader said as she hooked her foot under the stool leg and pulled it out from under the woman.

"Ugghh!" the mother croaked as the silk noose tightened around her neck as it took the weight of her body.

"You see girls? See how her toes are barely touching the ground? And look at the noose behind her left ear. It's nice and snug behind her ear. That's why it is against the rules of hanging to wear ear rings. The ear rings might snag the noose."

The little girls were staring at the woman as she swung back and forth. Some of the girls had their index fingers in the mouth watching the mother while others were rubbing their crotches.

The troop leader went down the line of mothers hooking her foot under each stool and pulling it out from under the woman. The six mothers were now gently swinging back and forth. A crowd of store patrons had gathered around watching the women slowly struggling against the noose around their necks.

"This is what properly hung women should look like girls. Don't worry we will practice with your mothers during our meetings," the troop leader said as she placed the hanging stools under the mothers.

I was getting wet just watching the mothers swing so I quickly walked to the check-out line and paid the tennis balls. I walked out the store and returned to Angie. "Let me see what kind you got," Angie asked as I handed her the can of tennis balls. "Very good, mother, I like that bright orange kind."

I smiled at her. My heart rate went up as I took in her satisfaction of what I had bought.

"Let's go home now. We have some training to do," Angie said as she got up from the bench. I picked up the packages and followed her.

I put the packages into the car and got into the driver side. Angie was already in the car. I was about to say something when she reminded me. "You should be seen and not heard, mother."

I put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. Angie looked over at me. "I know that you are feeling horny, and you want to talk, and I know you want to cum, mother. But I don't want you too. You know that I am also getting used to this and your cooperation is appreciated, mom."

Angie looked out the window then put her hand on my thigh. I almost jumped right there. "You asked me earlier if this turns me on. It does, in the worst way." I nodded my head and griped the steering wheel.

"I started masturbating two years ago. First I dreamed about my teacher then. Then I started to dream about you."

I looked at Angie with surprise. She was looking away from me, out of the passenger window. "Angie," I said.

"Shush, mother!" Angie said as she slapped my thigh.

I turned red when she said that. Angie looked out the window and didn't say anything more. As we pulled into the driveway I asked. "Can I talk now?"

"Yes, you may," Angie said as she opened the car door.

"I dream about you also, Angie. What we are doing, this new sport, together, excites me and scares me. Besides, I, I, am a little thrilled that you think about me when your masturbating." I got out of the car and looked at my daughter.

She just nodded her head and walked to the front door. I quickly got the packages and followed her into the house.

Angie was standing in the living looking embarrassed, like she said something that she wasn't supposed too. She avoided looking at me. "Put the packages in the kitchen, mom, and then wait for me upstairs in your bedroom. It is practice time."

I nodded my head and put the packages on the kitchen table and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I stood there in the middle of the room waiting for Angie. After five minutes or so I sat down on the bed and folded my hands in my lap wondering why she was waiting. I didn't know what she was doing, it didn't sound like the TV was on.

"You better not be sitting the bed mother. You'd better be standing at attention in the middle of the room!"

I quickly stood up and walked to the middle of room and stood there. Minutes were ticking by and I was getting anxious. Then I heard her walking up the stairs. She stood in the doorway and looked at me. She walked in and walked right up to me, standing in front of me. She seemed to have recovered her poise. "No talking for the rest of the day, mother. You are to be seen and not heard."

I looked at her and nodded my head. Angie turned around and left the room. For some reason I felt disappointment. After a couple of minutes she returned. "Open your mouth, mother," she ordered. I stood there in the room and opened my mouth. Angie inserted the two rubber pieces into my mouth then she sat down on the bed behind me.

"I want to try something new this time. I want you to undress for me instead of me undressing you. So go ahead and undress."

I started to turn around but Angie said. "I didn't tell you you could turn around, mother."

I stopped and faced towards the door again. I took off the t-shirt and slipped the denim mini-skirt down my legs. I stepped out of the skirt and was about to take my shoes off when Angie told me not to.

"Put your hands behind your head like usual," Angie said as she got off the master bed.

My heart was pounding at this point as I could feel her presence behind me. Slobber was already dripping down my chin. She walked up behind me and put her finger tips on my ass cheeks creating goose bumps on me.

She whispered in my ear, "Practice has started."

I almost nodded my head. Angie walked past me and out the bedroom door again. She returned with the doggie bell, standing in front of me.

"Lift your chin a little," she ordered as she attached the bell to my dog collar. Her hands were shaking little, I think with nervous anticipation.

"There, now it's proper practice time!" she smiled as she stepped away from me.

I was standing there with my hands behind my head. Angie walked around me like she was sizing me up for something.

"You look beautiful, mom. I'm not sure if I will ever get used to seeing you naked."

I felt her behind me. She put her left cheek on my right shoulder blade and reached around with both hands cupping my breasts. "Don't move Baby Girl."

I stood as still as I could as she kneaded my breasts. My slobber was dripping from my chin onto my breasts and Angie worked my slobber into her kneading.

"I followed you to the sports store and watched you as you took an interested in those little girls who were going to hang their mothers for fun. I bet you got all wet just thinking about standing naked on the stool with a silk noose around your neck, your wrists cuffed behind your back and your ankles cuffed together. You watching the little girl as she slowly pushes the stool out from under you, the little girl smiling at you as you gasp for breath. The girl rubbing herself as you gently swing back and forth."

Fuck! How did she know that? Oh God, I needed no warming up today, I was gushing already! Angie kissed my shoulder and came around to the front of me. My nipples were sticking straight out. I knew she could see that! It was obvious.

Angie walked up to me and took both my erect nipples between her thumb and index fingers and gently rolled them back and forth. She stared into my eyes. I could see the lust and excitement on her face. Oh God, how I wanted to kneel right there and worship her.

"Bitch! You're a bitch, Baby Girl. You're my bitch!" my daughter whispered as she stared at me. She squeezed my nipples but didn't pull them. I tried to stand as still and straight as I could without shaking my little doggie bell. "Very good, bitch! That's a good girl!" Angie said as she leaned in closer to me. I could feel her breath on my face as she whispered, 'Good girl'.

I almost whimpered as she let go of my nipples. She stepped back. "Move your legs apart without tinkling your bell, Baby Girl."

I looked at her, slobber dripping out of my mouth, my eyes wide. I was trying to tell her that I couldn't and she seemed to sense that.

"I know you can do it, Baby Girl, because it seems that you can do a lot of things when you set your mind to it." Angie stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for me to move my legs apart.

I slowly moved my right leg out, sliding my foot along the carpet. Angie watched me as I complied with her order. I could tell my cunt was wet and I'm sure she could too. I wasn't sure if I was happy she knew I was wet or if I should be ashamed that I was wet because of her warm-up routine with me.

"Very good, Baby Girl," Angie smiled as she walked up to me again. I still had my hands locked behind my head and my breasts were sticking out. A gob of slobber was dripping off my chin. She put her right hand over my cunt covering it. Then I felt her middle finger probe between my lips. Oh God, don't let me cum in front of my daughter. I was so fucking horny as her finger gently probed inside my cunt. I turned red in the face and chest as we both heard the squishy sounds my cunt made as she pushed her finger in and out of me.

"Baby Girl!" my daughter smiled. "You naughty thing!" I about came right there when she said that. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm wet too." Angie stepped back and down at her tight denim shorts shorts. There was wet spot at the "V" of her crotch. Angie walked behind and sat down on the bed. I heard the zipper on her denim shorts and the unbuttoning of the shorts. Then I heard her zip up her shorts and get up from the bed. Fuck, was she going to walk bottomless in front of me? She came around to the front of me and stepped closer.

She was holding her thong and I could see a patch of dampness, making the material almost transparent. She raised the thong right up to my face. I could smell the wetness on the cloth. I must have had a look of desperation on my face as she smiled at me as she stepped back. She let the thong drop to the floor.

"My horny bitch!" Angie said as she walked around behind me. Under normal circumstances if we weren't in this sport I would have punished her for saying dirty words like that. But not this time. I wanted her dirty words.

"I am going to touch your anus, Baby Girl. If you move, you will get five swats by Miss Riding Crop on your..., she paused and said the word slowly, deliberately, "...cunt."

I felt cunt juice spreading onto my open thighs. I started saying to myself, please don't move, please, don't move! Oh God, let me take it standing still.

Angie moved behind me putting her left hand on my stomach and using her right hand to move between my butt cheeks. I'm thinking, don't move, Kathy, don't move, stand still!

Then I felt her index finger rubbing the entrance to my anus. "I own you Baby Girl. I own your body. I can do with it what I want! I own your cunt, your anus." When she said that she poked her finger into my anus. Fuck! I jumped and the doggie bell tinkled. God damn it!

"Five swats Baby Girl. I don't know why you can't follow simple rules! Do you like to be punished or something?" Angie asked as she moved her index finger in and out of my anus. I didn't know either. "I told you what I was going to Baby Girl. I guess you need more training!" Angie said as she moved her left hand up to my breasts. She used the palm of her hand to rub my nipples as she was poking my anus. Then she did something strange, she kissed my neck and rubbed her left cheek between my shoulder blades.

Angie stepped back. "I think you are warmed up, Baby Girl," she announced. "Go to my bedroom and get the puppy girl stuff, the paws, the straps and things."

I put my arms down as I walked out the door and down the hallway the doggie bell around my neck was tinkling. The knee pads, hand paws and thigh straps were laid out on her bed. I gathered up the things and walked back to my bedroom. I still had slobber dripping out of mouth as I put things on my bed.

Angie took my doggie bell off and tossed it on the bed. "Okay, on your hands and knees Baby Girl. Let's get you dressed the part." In a couple of minutes she had fastened the hand paws and the straps to my thighs. Then she squatted down in front of me. Oh fuck! I could see the wet spot on her denim shorts. It was moist. Oh my, please let me lick it! Just let me lick the wet spot on the shorts! Let me taste it!

Angie reached into my mouth and removed the two rubber pieces. I worked my jaw back and forth as I stared at her cunt. Then she attached the doggie bell to my collar. I looked at Angie and she was looking down on me. She had an embarrassed look on her face which made me embarrassed also. Angie quickly stood up and rubbed at her denim covered cunt.

"No talking Baby Girl. Your doggie bell will tell me where you're at." With that she turned and walked to the bedroom door. She turned. "Stay!" she said pointing at me. I gulped and my clit jumped when she said that. I heard her walking down the stairs. Oh how I wanted to chase after her. I wonder what she has in store for this practice session?

My doggie bell tinkled ever so slightly as I moved back and forth in anticipation of being called downstairs.

"Come here, Baby Girl, come on!" she yelled.

It sounded to me she was in the kitchen or dining room. I bounded out of the bedroom to the stairs. With my ankles clipped to my thighs I had to think of how to get down the stairs. I put my hands out and then brought my knees down. It was slow going. My doggie bell was tinkling the whole time.

"Come on, doggie. You're taking too long!" Angie yelled.

Finally I made it to the bottom of the stairs. I scampered on my hands and knees into the kitchen but she wasn't there. So I scampered into the dining room, by bell tinkling. She wasn't in the dining room. Fuck where was she? I scampered into the living room and there she was sitting on the recliner smiling at me. I almost said something to her as I crawled up to her.

"It took you too long to find me, Baby Girl. A real dog would have come right to me."

I hung my head down. Angie reached out and scratched me behind my left ear.

"And I want more enthusiasm from you. Like more smiling and eagerness when you crawl to me." She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head. "Don't worry, mother, that's why we have practices. You'll get better."

I nodded my head, my doggie bell tinkled. Angie held up the bright orange tennis ball. "Now fetch!" she smiled as she tossed the ball out the hallway.

The tennis ball bounced of the hallway wall and down a ways. I quickly scampered to the hallway and turned left, my doggie bell tinkling all the while. The ball was rolling into the kitchen when I leaned down and picked it up with my mouth. I quickly turned around and headed into the living room. Angie had sat up on the recliner and scooted to the edge. Her thighs were wide open.

I bounded up to her left side with the tennis ball in my mouth. A little slobber was leaking out the side of my mouth.

"Okay, lesson one, when I am sitting down and my thighs are spread apart like this, you are to crawl up between my legs with the ball and wait until I acknowledge you. Your eyes should always be on me," Angie said as she looked down at me. She waited looking at me then I realized what she was waiting for. I quickly turned and crawled up between her legs looking at her. Fuck I was between her thighs, her creamy white thighs. She sat there looking down at me. I tried to have a smile on my face with the tennis ball stuffed in it. Then she leaned to her left and picked up the TV remote. Her right thigh rubbed up against the side of my face as she leaned over. Oh fuck that felt good! Oh how I wanted to kiss her thigh right then and there.

Angie continued on. "If I notice that your attention is not me or you're not looking at me or your attention wanders then you will be punished. No matter how long it takes for me to acknowledge you, you eyes should be on me and you should be absolutely still waiting for your next command." She reached down to her left side on the recliner and picked up the rolled newspaper and waved it at me. "If not, then I will punish you like a bad doggie."

I gulped but kept staring at her.

"When I hold my hand out you are to drop the tennis ball into my hand." Angie held her hand out and I dutifully dropped the ball into it. I raised my eyes and looked at her again. She smiled at me. I got a tingly sensation in my stomach when she smiled at me, like she was proud of me or something.

Angie turned on the TV and flipped through some channels. I was on my hands and knees eagerly looking at her, waiting for her next command.

She casually tossed the ball into the hallway again without looking me. I quickly turned around and scampered down the hallway. I picked up the rolling ball with my mouth and scampered into the living room. Angie was still sitting upright on the edge of the recliner with her thighs spread. I paused as I scooted between her open legs. She had undone the button and pulled down the zipper of her skimpy shorts. Both sides of the shorts were pulled open and I could tell she hadn't put on fresh panties or a thong.

I stared at the open shorts a little too long when she swatted me on the nose with the rolled up newspaper. I yelped and backed out between her legs. She swatted me again as I tried to move my head out of the way of the newspaper. "Bad dog! Bad doggie!" she said leaned forward. I tried to get out of the way of the newspaper when she said, "Stay!" I immediately tried to stay still on all fours as she swatted my nose again. I clenched my eyes shut when the newspaper hit my nose. I managed to keep the tennis ball in my mouth.

"Bad girl, mother!" Angie scolded me. "Didn't I just say that your attention should be on me, you should be looking at me?" I nodded my head. "Did I give you permission to look at my crotch?" I shook my head. Why did I feel like a little girl who was being scolded by her mother? Fuck I was embarrassed. I was on my hands and knees with a tennis ball in my mouth looking up at my daughter. She put the remote down and took my ear lobes in her hands and rubbed my ears. God damn it I hated that.

Angie looked down at me and cooed. "What's between my legs doesn't belong to you mother, it belongs to me. Your body and mind belong to me though. You have to learn that." As if to emphasize her point she reached under me and pinched my right breasts. I jumped a little bit making the doggie bell tinkle. Then she leaned all the way forward which put her crotch in my face, and slapped my left ass cheek. She sat back down again and looking at me.

Angie continued on. "I didn't give you permission to look at my crotch, mother. You can only look at my crotch when I give you permission. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head which tinkled my doggie bell. She held out her hand again and I dropped the ball into it. She picked it up between her thumb and index finger and tossed it into the dining room. I quickly scampered to the dining room table. The tennis ball was under table and I would have to work my way around the chair legs to get at it. After a minute I had worked my way under the chairs and managed to get the tennis ball with my mouth.

I turned around and scampered back into the living room. Angie was reclining in the chair so I couldn't get between her legs like instructed.

Without looking at me she said, "Stay!" I stayed on all fours looking at her from the side. She casually stuck her hand out and I plopped the ball into it. I didn't move as I looked at her. She was watching TV not paying attention to me. Then she got up from the recliner and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. I stayed where I was trying to be absolutely still. I heard the refrigerator door open and close. Angie was walking down the hallway as I heard her bounce the tennis ball a couple of time. She came back in and reclined on the chair. She had a bottle of water that she drank from and put it on the table next to the chair.

Angie tossed the ball back to the hallway. I was about to take off for it when she said, "Stay!" I looked at her a little funny as I heard the ball bounce and roll down the hallway.

After about five minutes and without looking at me she said, "Fetch!"

I quickly scampered down the hallway and into the kitchen. The ball had come to rest by the backdoor. I quickly picked it up with my mouth but something tasted different about it. I scampered back into the living and as I did I caught sight of her tight denim shorts. It was then I realized what she had done. She had rubbed the tennis ball all over her cunt, her little twelve year old cunt! As I stood still on my hands and knees on her right side I could just make out a faint smile on her lips. My heart swelled with pride as I realized that she did care for my needs. She knew what I wanted in the worst way.

For about an hour Angie tossed the ball about the house. I would scamper around fetching it. It was getting tired and my knees were hurting. Three or four times Angie would take gulps from the water bottle and I would lick my lips. I was thirsty.

Angie looked at me and said, "Drop the ball and fetch your water dish."

I returned from the kitchen with the water dish between my teeth. Angie started giggling as I entered the living room. I turned red with embarrassment when I realized that I must look like an idiot holding a doggie bowl between my teeth.

Angie waved me over to the side of the recliner and poured water into the bowl. Then I carefully put the bowl on the floor and started to lap it up. She got out of the recliner and knelt down next to me. She watched closely as I lapped up the water.

"That's so cool mother," she smiled as I lapped the water. After I had finished lapping the water she told me to lie down and rest next to the recliner. I did.

After ten or fifteen minutes Angie got up from the recliner and walked into the kitchen. The floor was uncomfortable so I got up and jumped up on the couch and laid down. Damn, much better I thought.

A couple of minutes later Angie walked into the living room. It was the first time I had heard my little girl curse. "Fuck, mother! Get off the couch! You're a dog and dogs don't get on the furniture!"

I sat up on the couch and looked at her. She grabbed the rolled up newspaper and advanced on me. The first couple of swats landed on my nose and fore head as I tried to dodge her swings. I managed to get down from the couch but my rear end took several swats from the newspaper. I yelped a couple times as my daughter chased me about the living room swatting me like a errant dog. She was really pissed.

"God damn dog!" she yelled as the newspaper hit the back of my head. "I never gave you permission to sit on the furniture." [SMACK SMACK!] as the newspaper hit my rear end. I started crying and dodging her swings like a real dog would.

Angie stopped and put her hands on her hips, breathing hard. "Stay!" she yelled. I stopped and stood still on my hands and knees. I couldn't look up at her. I was too embarrassed and had tears in my eyes.

"Mother, you piss me off sometimes!" my daughter said looking down at me. "Your training seems to go real good then you mess up." Angie walked in front of me and squatted down. She put her hands under my chin and lifted my head. "You're not an adult anymore mother, in fact, you're not my mother during this competition, you're my pet, my dog, my bitch. I don't want you thinking for yourself. Let me do the thinking for you. You're my pet and pets don't get on the furniture without permission," she said softly as she looked at me.

"Angie," I started to say.

"Hush mother, I'm not interested in what you have to say. From now on you are not allowed to sit on the furniture without my permission. That means that if you watch TV with dad you have to sit on the floor." I looked at up her wondering if I heard right. "It also means that if dad and I are eating at the kitchen table or the dining room table you either wait until we are done or you eat your food out of your dog bowl at the same time we are eating."

"Wait, no Angie, I can't eat out of the dog bowl with your dad watching," I pleaded.

"Sorry, mom, but at some point you will have to get used to it. Like I said, you can wait for us to finish eating then you can eat out of your dog bowl when dad is watching TV." Angie was still squatting in front of me, her little tight denim shorts right in front of my face.

My daughter was right of course. I did have to get used to eating and drinking out of dog bowls, but not this soon.

"So for now, you not allowed to sit on the furniture, beds or chairs. You either stand or sit on the floor, do you understand?"

"Yes, Angie, I understand," I replied. I still hung my head in shame as Angie stood up.

"Good, I knew my little doggie would understand! It's still practice time so follow me." She said as she walked out of the living room.

I turned around and followed her on my hands and knees, my doggie bell tinkling. She walked up the stairs with me right behind her. She walked down the hallway to the bathroom and I followed her in.

Angie smiled at me as she pulled down her denim shorts and sat down on the toilet. "Come here, Baby Girl," she said as she slapped her knee. As I crawled up to her she spread her thighs. Oh fuck, this is going to be heaven I said to myself. My twelve year-old daughter had a hairless cunt and a nice smooth slit.

Angie put both hands behind my head and looked down at me. "You have my permission to look at my cunt." I immediately turned red in the face. "Go on mother, I know you want too!" she smiled.

I slowly lowered my eyes to her hairless cunt and licked the inside of my lips. I didn't want her to know that I wanted to taste her in the worst way. Angie left both her hands on the top of my head as I watched her pee trickle into the toilet bowl.

What a heavenly sight! Then she grunted a couple of times and as I looked closely I could see her first turd appear then plop into the toilet water. She grunted again and out came another. I could see the splash of water as the turd dropped down.

Angie giggled and asked, "You like mother?"

"Oh, fuck yes!" I replied then I realized my mistake. Oh fuck!

I looked up at Angie who had a disappointed look on her face. "Five swats with Miss Riding Crop, mother!"

I had fear on my face as I shook my head. Oh, how the fuck could I say that? I knew it was still practice but yet I screwed up!

"Yes, Baby Girl. You can't seem to follow simple directions. Your simple little adult brain gets you in trouble." Angie said as she stood up and pushed me away.

"Come!" she commanded as she walked out the bathroom door.

I quickly followed her but realized she didn't wipe her anus from her poop, and she had left her shorts on the bathroom floor.

"Get Miss Riding Crop from my bedroom and meet me in the master bedroom." Angie ordered as she walked down the hallway.

I quickly found the riding crop on her bed and picked it up with my mouth. I scampered down the hallway and into my bedroom. Angie was standing there with her arms folded across her chest as she tapped her foot on the floor. She leaned forward with her hand out stretched as I dropped the riding crop into her hand.

"Kiss the riding crop, you know what to say," Angie said as she looked down at me.

I leaned forward and kissed the end of the crop. "Thank you, Miss Riding Crop!" I said as I backed up from my daughter.

"On your back, mother, with your hands at your sides," she ordered as she swished the crop back and forth.

Oh fuck, this was not gonna be good. I quickly became fearful knowing what part of my body she was going to punish. I quickly crawled to the corner of the bedroom and cowered in the corner. My daughter impatiently looked at me, snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor space in front of her. I shook my head. I had tears forming in my eyes.

"Now, mother!" Angie screamed as she snapped her fingers again. "Or it will be another five lashes!" She looked really pissed. How could I have failed my daughter? I was so ashamed knowing that I should not have spoken. I reluctantly crawled over to her, tears rolling down my face mixed with shame and embarrassment.

"Roll over on your back with hands at your sides!"

With my ankles clipped to my thighs as I lay on my back it naturally spread my thighs apart. I put my hands to my sides as she stepped over me, her feet on either side of me. She squatted down, her rear end facing my face as she looked at my cunt.

As I looked up to her anus, which was no more than five inches or so away from mouth, I could see the stain of her recent poop around her sphincter muscle. The smell of her poop stain invaded my nostrils.

"I will give five swats to your cunt, mother," she said as she turned and looked at me. "You can speak!"

"Please, Angie, I beg you, not my... cunt! It hurts when you punish it!" I pleaded with her.

"Too bad, mother. I give you a little bit of freedom to stare at MY beautiful cunt and you mess it up by speaking. You are to be seen and not heard, remember that?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts, mom. You've been a bad mother several times today and I'm getting tired of it!"

Fuck, I used to tell her that that she was being a bad daughter and I was getting tired of it. I just nodded my head and stared up at her beautiful anus as she turned her attention to my cunt. My twelve year old was certainly getting into this. I know I wasn't.

"You will say the number of the swat and 'I will be a good doggie for my daughter!' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Angie, I understand!"

"I know this punishment is going to hurt so I want you to concentrate on my anus and cunt. I want you to focus your attention on me. It will take away some of your pain that you will feel."

"Yes, dear."

[SMACK] She hit my clit. "One, I will be a good doggie for my daughter," I almost squeal. I look at her little pre-teen cunt and could tell it was moist.

"You can be so stupid sometimes mother that it disappoints me." That hurt my feelings when she said that.

[SMACK] right on my clit again. "Two, I will be a good doggie for my daughter!" I grunt as I stare at her anus.

"You should not be confused, mother. You are not the adult here anymore, I am. You need to listen and learn from me."

[SMACK] she hit my cunt down low. "Three, I will be a good doggie for my daughter!" I had raised my head a little bit when she smacked me. I wonder if I fake raising my head after the next smack and kiss her anus would I get in trouble for that?

"I wonder if the other mothers are as stupid as you are?"

[SMACK] she hit my clit again. "Four, I will be a good doggie for my daughter!" I squealed. I'm not stupid, I wanted to tell her. I'm a good mother! Oh God how I wanted her to rub her cunt all over my face. She was enjoying this I could tell.

"All I want you to be is a good pet for me and follow my directions! But no, you have go and speak when you know you aren't allowed to speak. You would think that a forty years old you could follow simple directions from a twelve year-old!"

[SMACK] fuck! Right on the clit again. "Five, I will be a good doggie for my daughter!" I grunted and clenched my teeth.

She moved her anus down a little closer to my face and stayed still for a moment or two. Then she stood up, turned around and looked at me. "Did you enjoy the show I gave you mother?"

I turned several shades of red as I nodded my head.

"Good, now up on your hands and knees and kiss Miss Riding Crop. You know what to say!"

I rolled up on my hands and knees and kissed the end of the riding crop. "Thank you, Miss Riding Crop for correcting my behavior!" I was ashamed when I said it. "Take Miss Riding Crop back to my bedroom and come here for your corner time." Angie said as I took the riding crop into my mouth.

I scampered back into the room after placing the riding crop on Angie's bed. My knees were really getting tired now.

"In the corner there, Baby Girl," Angie said pointing next to my dresser. I kinda hung my head and crawled slowly into the corner. Angie came to my side with the doggie bell. She squatted down next to me. Oh, how I wanted to look upon her twelve year-old cunt again.

"You know you really make me mad mother when you can't follow my directions," Angie said as she reached around my neck and attached the doggie bell to my collar. "I don't like to punish you but you leave me no choice when you mess up." She stroked my hair and neck as I stared at the wall. She reached behind me, her left arm rubbing my ass cheeks as her fingers massaged my cunt. "I don't like to punish something that belongs to me, mother, and your body belongs to me. What I need is your adult female mind. I need your thoughts, focus, and concentration to be given to me. I won't hurt you mom you should know that, but if we are to win this competition then you need to give me your body and soul freely." She kissed the top of my head and gently stuck her middle finger into my cunt. I wanted to squirm in the worst way, to grind that finger into my sopping cunt.

"Now you be a good pet and stay still right here until I come and get you," Angie said as she pulled her finger out of my cunt and wiped it on my ass cheeks.

I heard her walk down the stairs and sit in the recliner. For a couple of minutes I stayed still because I think she was listening for any movement. Then she turned the TV on. Oh man how I wanted to move, to crawl downstairs and sit next to her. Angie was right of course. It was my fault that I was punished. Why couldn't I follow her directions? I'm still the parent aren't I? But not really, I thought. Here I am on my hands and knees staring at the wall in the corner of my bedroom, sent here by my daughter. Okay, I will try and do better for my daughter, I resolve to myself. I am just not sure that I can give myself mentally to her, my thoughts as she put it. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only fifteen minutes I heard Angie coming up the stairs. Finally! I thought. I waited for her to say that practice was over but she walked past the room and into her room.

"Come here, Baby Girl! Come on!" she yelled out. I quickly turned around and scampered out the door and down the hallway.

"Good girl!" she gushed as I came in the door. Angie was smiling at me. I felt proud, my doggie bell was tinkling away. Angie walked over to me as I eagerly looked up at her. "This was a good practice," she said as she took the doggie bell from my collar. Then she unclipped my ankles from my thighs. Oh God that felt good, to be able to stretch my legs. Next, she removed the dog paws from my hands. I stretched my fingers working the back and forth.

"For the rest of the evening you are to be seen and not heard, mom. You can only speak if me or daddy ask you a question. Also, remember, no sitting on the furniture. If you need to say something to me, raise your right hand, do you understand?"

I nodded my head as I slowly stood up.

"I want you to put one of the t-shirts and skirts you bought today. Also, wear one of the high heels we bought. That should get daddy's attention!" Angie giggled and I smiled.

Angie stood there watching me dress. I was a little self-conscious dressing in front of her but I shouldn't have been, I mean, hell, I'd spent most of the day nude in front of her. After I had finished dressing I raised my hand.

"Yes, mother?" Angie asked as she raised her eyebrow at me.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Poop or pee or both?"

Fuck, what a question to be asked by your daughter. "Pee," I replied looking at the floor.

"Okay, follow me."

I thought we were going to go down the hallway to the bathroom but instead we walked down stairs to the kitchen then out the back door. I wondered what the hell is going on.

I followed Angie out the door and she pointed to the yard. "Pee pee in the flower bed, mother."

"What? I can't," I started to say but the look from Angie told me to shut-up.

"You're not back talking me now are you mother? I would hate to have to punish you again."

I shook my head. "Good, now since you aren't wearing panties squat over the flower bed and pee." Angie said as she folded her arms.

I nodded my head and walked into the backyard and over to the flower bed. There were little shoots of flowers coming up. I don't know why I looked around the yard because nobody could see in. The only person who was watching me was Angie and she's been fondling me the past two days, so I shouldn't be embarrassed. I didn't so much as squat down but kinda spread my legs and bent at the knees. I wanted to make sure that my pee didn't dribble down my leg but also that I could cover the widest area possible with my pee. I grunted as my pee poured forth. I looked over at Angie and she was smiling. For some strange reason I found this humiliating exhibition of my peeing in public exciting. Fuck, water the plants like this in my own yard!

After I finished I kinda shook my hips a bit trying to get the last of the pee out. Then I stood up and walked to the porch.

"Now that wasn't very hard was it, mom?" Angie smiled.

"No, honey, it wasn't," I smiled. I smile because I secretly did like peeing in the yard like that but it still shamed me to do it in front of my daughter.

"Good, well, you can make dinner now. I will be upstairs on the internet."

I nodded my head.

About an hour later Bill came home. He whistled at me when he walked in the kitchen. "Don't you look sexy? Is this for me?" he asked as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"No dear, it is part of the competition, I have to get use to dressing this way." I was a little embarrassed explaining this to Bill.

Bill came up behind and put his arms around my waist and then he started to rub his crotch against my backside.

"Hi, dad!" Angie said as she walked into the kitchen. Bill quickly let go of my waist and backed away from me. I was stirring soup mix on the oven.

"Ahem, um, I'll just go and watch TV," he said.

Angie whispered in my ear. "Very good, mother, I don't want you to get all hot and bothered with daddy around. Remember, you're all mine!" she giggled as she pinched my left butt cheek. My clit twitched and I breathed in deep. Fuck I was horny and wet.

During dinner I stood in the kitchen eating my food as Bill and Angie sat in the living room eating and watching TV. I was thankful that Angie didn't make me eat out of the dog bowl. I didn't think I was ready for that yet.

Bill did ask Angie why I was eating the kitchen and she told him that I was watching the food and cleaning at the same time. I don't think he believed her but he let it go.

After dinner Angie came into the kitchen and said that I could sit on the floor and watch TV with dad or I could crawl under her desk when she was sitting there on the internet because she had a special treat for me. My heart jump and adrenaline flowed in my stomach. She stood there waiting for my reply. "Um, I'll crawl under your desk." Fuck I was embarrassed as I turned several shades of red with Angie staring at me. She smiled. "Don't be embarrassed mother, this will be fun! Come upstairs when you're ready."

About a half hour later I walked up the stairs and stood at the entrance of Angie's bedroom. After a minute or so she finally noticed me. "Come in, mom," she smiled as she pushed her chair back. I gulped and entered the room then crouched down and scooted under her desk. It was kinda crowded and cramped under her desk. Angie was still wearing the same pink t-shirt that had "Girls Rule" across the front. She pulled her chair up and moved her rear end to the edge of the chair. She spread her legs. Oh My God! She still wasn't wearing any panties or thong. Her naked twelve year-old cunt was on display in front of me.

"Scoot closer mom, this is your treat. I want to feel your breath on my beautiful cunt, but no touching!"

I scooted forward, my nose almost touching her cunt. Then she closed her creamy white thighs around my head, covering my ears and I felt her hand on top of my head. If she had told me to lick her cunt I would have, no hesitation, fuck I was in heaven. I breathed deep. I could smell her musk, her sweatiness, her dampness. Every now and then she would remove her hand from my head and type on the keyboard. Then she would giggle and put her hand back on my head. Other times she would scoot around the end of the chair, her thighs moving my head this way or that way. Then she would play with my hair, twirling it in her fingers.

Once she looked down at me and asked, "You okay, mother? You look so beautiful there!" She giggled as she starting typing again. But I was a good mother for my daughter, not making any noises or complaining, her young cunt staring me right in the face.

After an hour or so, I don't know because I lost track of time as I inhaled my daughter's smells, she said, "Time for bed, mom."

She scooted her chair back and I crawled out from under the desk, stood up and stretched my legs. "Did you like my treat?" she smiled as she got up from the chair.

I nodded my head. "It was very beautiful," I blushed.

"What was mother?" She waited for my reply, and I knew she was testing me, controlling me.

"Your cunt," I whispered, looking down.

"I didn't hear you, Mother. Look at me and tell me again."

I looked up at her face, my twelve year old daughter's face, and felt my own burning with shame and longing.

"Your cunt," I repeated, clearly this time.

She smiled.

"It was better than watching boring old TV, huh?"

I smiled and nodded my head at her as she sat down on the edge of her bed. I took off my heels then pulled the t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Then I stood up and pulled the denim skirt down to my ankles and kicked it away.

I sat back down on the bed naked waiting for her to prepare me.

Angie walked around the bed with the silk scarf. I stood up ready to protest that I don't need the scarf but Angie's look said she wasn't in the mood.

She bound my wrists and playfully patted me on the rear end. "Okay, mom, in you go," she smiled.

I flop into Angie's bed, my wrists tied behind my back. Damn, I'm tired.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my face like I used to do with her. "You were beautiful today, mom. I was proud of you. We accomplished a lot of things but I know that tomorrow's practice will push our boundaries."

"Thanks, honey," I blushed as I stared up at her. "What kind of things are in store for tomorrow?"

Angie leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Don't you worry your pretty little head over that, mother. You let me do the worrying." With that she stood up and walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights.