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 ï>¿The Confession and Re-Education of a Perfect Slut A Keeping the
Womenfolk in Line by Eddie Davidson

   The Start of a Lovely Relationship

   This is when the confessions and re-education begin.

   Chapter 23

   Barbie was on her hands and knees, absolutely naked, outside her Master
-(TM)s bedroom door.  She was more completely naked than she -(TM)d been
the last time she -(TM)d done this because now she didn -(TM)t even have
the protection of pubic hair around her soaked sex.  A small thing, but
something she was very aware of.

   Although there was little chance she -(TM)d be caught by her parents,
Ariel or Kevin, there WAS still a chance.  Her dad had been working crazy
and unusual hours at the plant, so he could potentially leave his room and
see her.  Ariel or Kevin might need the bathroom and any of them coming
into the hallway would find her and there could be no excuses for her being
naked other than that she was doing something naughty.  Barbie had no idea
what she -(TM)d do in the event that she was caught by any of them.

   Barbie found being naked where people could catch her to be exciting and
at the same time terrifying.  She -(TM)d acted like such an exhibitionist
for Joe at Goodwill and Publix because he -(TM)d demanded it.  It wasn
-(TM)t something she would EVER do by herself although giving strangers a
thrill, thrilled her too.  Being caught by Kevin or her dad would be the
most mortifying thing ever, not something that fueled any sort of fantasy
for her - especially being naked in front of Kevin.  The thought of her
father catching her was bad because he -(TM)d be disappointed in her but
not as terrifying as the thought of Kevin seeing her like that because she
was sure Kevin would stare and pop wood right where he stood.  Barbie did
NOT want to give Kevin fuel for fantasy!  Yet here she was again, naked in
her hallway, on her hands and knees, her cunt soaked and her nipples as
hard as pebbles.

   She quietly scratched at Joe -(TM)s door, knowing he -(TM)d hear and
hoping no one else would wonder about the sound and decide to investigate.
He was expecting her and Barbie hoped the sounds she made would only
register as house noises to her parents and other siblings.  Still, the
second time she scratched at the door, there was a definite urgency in the
sounds her nails made on the wood.  Joe had made her wait and every nerve
ending in her body tingled and popped with the bulk of her angst causing
her pussy to drip in excitement and fear.  She lifted her fingers to the
door one more time just as the handle turned and Joe opened it and looked
down at her.  She almost collapsed in relief, her arms suddenly feeling
like Jell-o.

   Without a word, he looked at her and eventually swung the door open
enough to allow her entry.  Joe smiled, completely naked himself except for
his sports socks, his already-solid cock pointed straight up and his hairy
balls the perfect addition to his masculine perfection.  Barbie crawled
into Joe -(TM)s room, her eyes not leaving Joe -(TM)s crotch as she
marveled at having so recently had her mouth and even her pussy completely
covering that amazing appendage.

   It looked so massive to her from that angle and it hardly seemed
possible she could have so recently touched his pubic hair with her lips,
the whole shaft inside her mouth and into her throat.  She desperately
wanted to do it again.  To feel helpless as he choked her with his cock. 
And she wanted to offer him her cunt again too, even though it was a little
sore.  But a wonderful sore.  The sort of sore the toothbrush she -(TM)d
fucked herself with had enhanced instead of detracting from.  Barbie was
hopelessly enamoured by her new Master already.  The knowledge that he was
going to spank her once more was nothing compared with the reward of having
him take her and treat her as his fuck toy again.

   Barbie had been raised with the urge to believe in a Prince Charming,
sweeping her off her feet and treating her like a princess but although Joe
definitely looked like a Prince Charming, he would only sweep her off her
feet and over his lap to spank her and punish her for being a slut - that
reality seemed to fit more perfectly with her REAL secret fantasies. 
Barbie almost creamed herself just being in her naked brother -(TM)s
presence tonight.

    -œI heard you the first time you knocked, Barbie.  Were you TRYING to
get caught by someone? - Joe asked, watching his sister blush.  His words
reminded her of the rule she -(TM)d transcribed that said she was supposed
to scratch and wait, not knock a second time.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, Master.  I thought_ -

    -œYes, you thought.  That -(TM)s your problem! - Joe almost barked at
her, cutting her off.   -œYour thoughts should be like your tits.  Teeny
tiny little mounds of joy for men to enjoy.  They should be there, sure. 
Just enough to avoid trouble and be pleasing.  It -(TM)s ME who does the
bulk of your thinking for you now and YOU who -(TM)s supposed to be focused
on pleasing me, not concerning yourself with how YOU can get more of
anything for yourself.  I think you fuck up just so you can be punished! -

   Barbie completely missed the comparison.  All she heard was her brother
belittling her chest.   -œNo, please, Master!  I -(TM)m sorry my tits are
so small and disappointing to you, - Barbie apologized for not having
boobs like Tammy, Candy or even Becky.  She was going to beg Joe not to
punish her for thinking too much before she realized that spanking her was
something Joe liked to do and something she didn -(TM)t mind too much
either.  She hated the initial pain but something inside her welcomed it as
well.  Like parmesan cheese - stinky but once tasted, an incredible
addition to food.

    -œThat -(TM)s exactly why you need me, slut.  I heard what you meant to
say but were too scared to.  You said no, but your very next word was
please.  Please, as in please punish me.  Well there are too many people in
the house to thrash you as soundly as you want and need.  Your screams
would have everyone at my door in moments so as much as I -(TM)d love to
hear your cries of anguish, what am I to do? -

   Barbie was speechless.  She hadn -(TM)t meant to beg for a spanking.  Or
at least she didn -(TM)t think she -(TM)d meant to.  Maybe she had?  Joe
managed to confuse her so easily.  As for Joe admitting that he liked to
hear her cry out as he struck her, she knew the idea should have made her
worry that her brother would go too far but she really did trust that he
wouldn -(TM)t really hurt her.  She thought about all the ways she -(TM)d
let him down from being jealous to being resentful and for messing things
up with both Kevin and Ariel in so many ways.  She couldn -(TM)t even
follow a simple order to spend just half an hour cleaning Kevin -(TM)s
room. She decided she -(TM)d subconsciously been begging to be punished and
now she was about to let her Master down again by not giving him the
satisfaction of doing it.   -œCouldn -(TM)t you just gag me, Master?  With
something nasty like your used underwear? - She suggested.

    -œSee?  That -(TM)s what I mean.  You -(TM)re thinking too much.  And
you -(TM)re too selfish.  You WANT to suck on my crusty shorts, slut.  No.
Tonight I -(TM)m going to gag you with a pair of used socks, bitch.  Lets
see how you like the taste of smelly, sweaty socks in your mouth while I
spank your tits.  We may as well teach you that there -(TM)s SOMETHING
those pathetic little bumps on your chest are good for.  I certainly cant
tit-fuck them. -

   Barbie swallowed hard.  If there was one thing she didn -(TM)t like at
all, it was feet.  Smelly socks came in a close second.  Her response was
barely audible.   -œYes, Master.  Thank you Master. -

   Barbie had tears in her eyes once Joe had peeled off his socks and had
jammed BOTH of them into her mouth before roughly duct taping her mouth so
she couldn -(TM)t spit them out - not that she planned to.  She -(TM)d let
her Master down too many times already.

   Joe made her take up a position like they -(TM)d seen Candy and Becky
maintain during their nighttime race-dare out on the road near their
trailer, with her nipples pointed towards the ceiling while her hands and
feet were on the floor.  The position was immediately difficult to hold and
her arms, unused to being in such a position, made themselves clear about
it.  Joe didn -(TM)t start spanking her immediately.

   Barbie -(TM)s eyes bulged and her nostrils flared when Joe grabbed her
nipples as if trying to lift her off the floor using nothing but brute
strength.  The pain was excruciating and she nearly wet herself but
instead, the moisture she felt was her pussy juices sliding down her
thighs. Joe grinned and let her nipples go, but used a couple of fingers to
feel how wet the fuck sheath between her legs was.

    -œGood.  Slippery and ready for action.  Just the way you should be.  I
told you that you -(TM)d make a good whore, Barbie.  Thank you for proving
it so well.  Count for me while I punish your pathetic little udders. 
Maybe I can stimulate some growth, huh? - He laughed then shaped her
chest. Hard.

   Joe had to learn the best way to punish her tits and he learned as he
went, paying close attention to the effect each slap to her chest made her
react, while she made a noise that in no way resembled counting, with each
blow that landed.  He -(TM)s only slapped her ten times when her arms gave
way and her back hit the floor with a thump.

    -œBack in position, cunt! - Joe hissed.   -œThose don -(TM)t count
now. You -(TM)ve got twenty more coming and if you drop again, we -(TM)ll
start again! -

   Barbie quickly shook out her arms and although she couldn -(TM)t see
because her eyes were misty from her tears, she did her best to get back
into position for her brother to resume torturing her boobs.  By fifteen
slaps, her arms were vibrating under the strain but she chomped down on the
nasty socks in her mouth and refused to allow her arms to give out again.
By the time Joe had hit her twenty times, she was beyond knowing if she
could stand holding the position a moment longer.  Her boobs were on fire
and her arms were almost numb, but she thought she might have accidentally
cum without either of them having touched her pussy.

   Somehow she found herself on her back again, not even aware that her
arms had once more given out.  All she could think of was that she -(TM)d
failed her Master once more and she wanted to cry about that even though
she was already crying from the pain he -(TM)d caused to her breasts.  She
couldn -(TM)t see Joe grinning down at her, pleased with her efforts.

    -œGood girl.  I was beginning to think you wouldn -(TM)t make it.  You
-(TM)ve earned another fuck.  C -(TM)mon, move that fat ass into doggy
position with your lady lumps to the carpet and your ass up.  I -(TM)m
going to take you from behind as a reward for being a good girl.  But you
aren -(TM)t to cum unless I tell you to! - He needlessly reminded his
pain-wracked, exhausted sister.

   Joe had to prod her in the ribs with his toe, to make her focus.  Barbie
finally processed what Joe had ordered and moved as quickly as she could,
feeling the carpet on her nipples as if it was sandpaper and like her cunt
would explode the moment his cock pushed between her folds.  Joe didn
-(TM)t last very long in her pussy but the experience was even more intense
than her first penetration.  She wasn -(TM)t even sure if she came or not.
Her brain just refused to perform like it was supposed to.  Since Joe was
wearing a condom he -(TM)d had to put on himself, it was only his
withdrawal that signalled he was finished with her.  He did roughly tear
the duct tape off her face and allow her to spit out the socks so she could
remove the condom, recycle and clean his now-flaccid cock with her dry
mouth.



   The Training and Re-education of a Perfect Slut As told by Barbie
Chipman



    -œLay at the foot of the bed.  That -(TM)s your place tonight, - my
brother told me I could sleep in his room.  He let me curl up on the floor.
I didn -(TM)t have a blanket and I was completely naked.  I smiled up at
him, but he didn -(TM)t look down from the bed at me.

   I was going to sleep really happy for the first time in a long time.  I
listened to Jeff -(TM)s breathing in and out.  It lured me to sleep.  I was
content and looking forward to what Friday would bring.  I didn -(TM)t even
think about the genuine possibility my mom could check on me and find that
I wasn -(TM)t in my room.

   I suppose I could tell her that I snuck out to see Dylan.  It might mean
a few more glorious weeks of restriction!

   That morning I awoke with my hands inside my pussy.  I was wrapped
around a pillow as if I had been humping it.

    -œGood morning, little sister.  Did you know that you snore? - Joe was
already awake and checking himself out in the mirror.  He was dressed to go
jogging.  He had on his shorts and a tank top and looked ready.

    -œNo, Master, I am so sorry! - I pulled my fingers out of my pussy.

    -œI am going to ask Harlan to borrow some handcuffs.  I realized last
night that you also play with yourself in your sleep.  I gave you a pillow,
and you humped it for two hours while moaning my name.  It was the sweetest
thing, - he teased.

    -œI did? - I was embarrassed I had made such a fool of myself.  I
would have known if I -(TM)d ever masturbated at night, because my fingers
would have been soaked like they were now.

    -œOh yeah, I wanted to wake you up and spank your ass, but I realized
you couldn -(TM)t help yourself.  It -(TM)s going to mean that I have to
tie you up at night.  I -(TM)ll have to think about how that is going to
work so you can meet me over here for my morning blow job.  Speaking of
which, I let you sleep in.  Come get some protein before our jog, - he
snapped his fingers and pointed at his dick.

   I crawled over to where he stood and squatted at his feet.  He told me
to sit up and beg like a puppy.  I stuck my tongue out and put my hands in
front of me like a dog begging for a treat.  I wiggled my butt and blinked
at him enthusiastically.

    -œGood girl, what do you want for breakfast? - he asked.

    -œCock, Sir, - I said.

    -œBark, - he commanded.

    -œRuff!! - I barked agreeably.

   He pulled his shorts down and unrolled his fat dick.  It was an amazing
appendage to my eyes, nice looking, and it turned me on to start sucking
him.   -œI may ask Becky to teach you a few things.  I can -(TM)t wait to
see how she compares to you tonight, - he teased.

   He knew he was making me jealous.  I wondered just how serious he was
about telling Harlan -(TM)s family about us.  He -(TM)d already mentioned
borrowing handcuffs.  If it got back to Marilyn, it could spell the end of
having our fantasy be a reality.  I trusted Joe to make the right decision,
though.  I -(TM)d have to obey my brother tonight at the dance, so it might
just be noticeable anyway.

   I was getting better at sucking cock.  My technique was wet and to kiss
and worship his cock.  I knew I couldn -(TM)t deep throat very well, but I
did my best.  My brother let me tease his prick for a little while before
grabbing me by my ears and thrusting his dick into my mouth, and
face-fucking me.  I certainly felt his pubes against my lips then.

    -œGaw-Gaw-Gaw- -escaped my lips as I let him thrust his pecker into
the back of my throat.  I hoped I wouldn -(TM)t throw up on his cock.  I
put my hands behind my back so that I could focus on his dick with just my
mouth while I knelt before my brother.

   He shot his load into my mouth and reminded me not to swallow.   -œYou
can hold that in your mouth while we run today.  I -(TM)ve already picked
out your outfit.  I think you -(TM)ll like it, - he said without thanking
me for the blowjob as he put away his flaccid cock.

   He -(TM)s somehow known I didn -(TM)t want to be thanked.  It felt right
that he treated me like a cum-sponge, and I loved it.  My mother had
reinforced manners in all of us since we were little.  I regularly
apologize for things I did not do as a force of habit, And I always said
thank you, no matter what.  Saying  -~you are welcome -(TM) is as natural
to me as hello and goodbye to everyone else.

   Yet, the fact that Joe didn -(TM)t bother with telling me he was
grateful seemed so taboo and contrary that it secretly thrilled me to be
taken for granted.  I know that probably sounds crazy, and I still don
-(TM)t fully understand why I like it.  Still, it was ME who thanked HIM
for giving me his load and that felt right, somehow.

   The outfit my brother chose for me was a black sports bra and a pair of
pink boy shorts that were more panties than they were shorts because that
-(TM)s exactly what they were.  Made to be worn instead of shorts, under
clothes, not AS clothes.  They were panties made of probably the most
material of any of the underwear he -(TM)d chosen for me the night before,
but they were still pretty skimpy and left practically nothing to the
imagination.  I knew he -(TM)d selected them because they COULD conceivably
pass for shorts though.  I also knew he intended for me to wear the sports
bra only when we ran and not under any additional top.  I was to go running
outside in just a bra and panties!

  
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    -œMom would have a heart attack if she caught me in this outfit,
Master! - I warned him.  Master smacked my tits hard and pulled my
nipples. They were still sore from the night before but in a warm,
wonderful way.

    -œHow many times do I have to remind you that you are in pet mode?  I
didn -(TM)t ask you what mom -(TM)s reaction would be, - he reminded me
sternly.  I was having a tough time minding my tongue.  I loved sharing my
dirty thoughts with my brother.  He was the only one I felt I could
honestly talk to about any of this.

    -œSorry!  Sorry! - I was still getting used to the many rules my
brother had made up for me.

    -œMom is asleep.  She is very rigid and likes her routine, just like
Barbara did.  You can set your watch by her.  She will wake up in
approximately 30 minutes to start breakfast.  We should be back in
twenty-five minutes if you will squeeze your sweet ass into that outfit and
stop demanding answers.  I -(TM)ll tell you how to respond if you are
caught while we jog!  Let -(TM)s go, hurry! -

    -œYes, Master, - I stepped into the panties.  My brother -(TM)s cum
was still sloshing around in my mouth and I had to speak with a slight
lisp, like a spoiled baby.  The material of the panties felt good on my
body, but it was strange to no longer be naked.  That had already begun to
feel like my natural state.  They were secondhand panties that had belonged
to someone else before me.  I wondered if they had once belonged to the
woman who dropped us off at our house in that red sports car.  I imagined
she was the kind of lady who didn -(TM)t wear panties very often either.  I
kind of wanted to be her when I grew up now and I enjoyed pretending the
boy shorts had been on her before me.

   Then again  -" I wanted to be whatever my brother decided I should be,
and right now, he wanted me to be the perfect slut.  I put the bra on next.

    -œIn the future, top first, bottoms last.  I want that ass and cunt
exposed before everything else and the last thing I see before you -(TM)re
dressed, - Master coached me.

    -œYes, Master, - I breathed in.  He told me I could run barefoot today
because when I tried to put on my shoes, I didn -(TM)t bend over with my
ass sticking out even to put them on.  He wanted me to always go out of my
way to stick my butt out whenever I had the opportunity.  I wasn -(TM)t
angry that he was punishing me for screwing up again.  I knew the rules, so
I thanked him.

   It wouldn -(TM)t be easy running on the gravel barefoot, but I -(TM)d
need to toughen up to serve him anyway.

   We started our early morning run.  My brother wakes up before dawn every
day and does this run.  He told me it helps him focus.  He doesn -(TM)t
like to talk much while running, but he permitted me to speak freely.  I
told him about how things had gone with Ariel and Kevin last night, and he
laughed a little.

    -œIf one of them were to catch you in this outfit when you get back
home, what would you say? - he asked.

    -œWhatever you tell me to say, Master, - I answered.  We did laps
around Alexa street.  Our neighborhood is just a single street next to the
trailer park.  No cars were out, and almost no one was outside at this time
of the morning.  It felt strangely exhilarating to be almost naked outside.
I imagined I could have run completely naked, and no one would know.  I
knew better than to suggest it though.

    -œThat -(TM)s not what I asked.  I haven -(TM)t told you what to tell
Ariel or Kevin anyway, - Master spanked my ass hard, not even pausing his
stride.  I have to run to his right, slightly in front of him, and keep his
pace.  I also have to lift my knees higher when we run because he likes
that.  It -(TM)s the perfect formation so that he can hit my butt anytime I
speak out of turn.

    -œRoll your panties down so I can see your ass crack, - he said it was
a punishment for not answering his question.   -œMore.  More, - he told me
to continue until six inches of the top of my ass crack was visible.  More
than half my ass cheeks were hanging out now.   -œYou don -(TM)t respond to
my questions.  You answer them.  There are going to be times when you have
to think on your feet.  I can practice with you and give you structure, but
you have to be prepared to adjust in the moment.  You would be in brat mode
automatically around them, so tell me what you would say. -

   I told him that I didn -(TM)t want to disappoint him and say the wrong
thing before answering his question.  It gave me a moment to think about
his terrifying hypothetical scenario.   -œIt -(TM)s not a big deal, Kevin!
Get over it, - I said.  I pictured Kevin calling me out long before Ariel
ever did.

    -œGood.  So now it -(TM)s mom.  What would you tell her? - he asked.

   I hesitated because it was easy to dismiss Kevin.  My mom questions
everything and would probably freak out about what I was wearing even if I
was alone in my bedroom at the time.   -œThis is just a sports top and a
pair of shorts, mom!  All the girls on the track team wear this stuff? -

   My brother told me my answers could not be questions and made me
practice that with a little more confidence.   -œYeah, this outfit is not a
punishment outfit.  This is your idea.  I am still deciding whether to make
you change once you get to school or if I can get you out of the door
wearing what I want you to wear at school from now on.  The problem is if I
let you change at school and mom finds out, she will realize I wasn -(TM)t
riding you very hard.  I -(TM)d rather her accept it, - Joe said.

   I was flattered that my brother had spent so much time thinking about
it. I am an AP honors student, and I love puzzles.  It was strangely
arousing to turn my brain off and let him think about those sorts of
things. I only wished I could actually do that.  My mind tends to spin off
into a thousand what-if scenarios, but I had to really understand what the
goal was supposed to be.  I needed to know what conclusion he wanted my
mother to make.

    -œIs the goal to get mom to believe that I am growing into a young
woman and I should dress less like the Amish and more like girls my own age
who aren -(TM)t total fuddy-duddys?  Or is this goal to make her think that
she should let me dress like a slut so I will learn to appreciate the
clothes she bought for me? - I asked.

   Joe put his hand on his chin as we ran.  I knew he could jog faster than
that, but he was setting a pace I could maintain.  He didn -(TM)t let me
stop.  I also knew he was checking out my rear-end.

    -œGood point, Barbie.  Let -(TM)s start with the end in mind, - he
tapped my ass.   -œI want mom to approve of you dressing slutty.  I doubt
she will do that without hypnosis, drugs, or blackmail, - he laughed at
his own joke.  At least, I hoped it was a joke.   -œI can either slowly
make you go to school wearing less and less so she doesn -(TM)t notice
until it reaches a point she does OR I can rip the Band-aid off this
morning and hit it head-on, - he observed.

    -œI can tell her that yesterday this was the MOST conservative stuff
they had in your size.  It -(TM)s Florida, and the girls down here dress
like sluts.  That isn -(TM)t really a lie.  I will tell her that as part of
your restriction, you have to wear what I pick out for you and until you
learn to appreciate it I -(TM)m going to make it harder and harder to
appreciate.  What do you think mom would say to that? -

    -œI think she would tell you hell to the no, Master - I smiled at him
playfully as I looked over my shoulder.

    -œYou have a new jogger with you this morning, I see, - an unfamiliar
voice said from one of the yards we were passing.  I was shocked because I
was looking at my brother at the time.  I was about to make a smarmy
comment about my mother having a conniption fit and making me wear Ariel
-(TM)s clothes instead before she -(TM)d let me go out in any of the
outfits Joe had selected.  I almost fell down when I heard the man -(TM)s
voice.

    -œHey, Mr.  Johnson, - Joe stopped and jogged in place.  I righted
myself and jogged in place as well.

    -œThis is my sister Barbie, - Joe introduced me.  I started to feel a
growing tingle of embarrassment as I realized my panties were pulled down
pretty far in the back, and there was no mistaking my ass on display.

    -œI think I -(TM)ve seen you before, but I -(TM)ve never introduced
myself.  I am George Johnson.  How did your brother drag you out this early
in the morning? - George asked curiously.

    -œOh, he has his ways! - I tried to turn so that my ass was not facing
him.  It was not quite sunrise yet and still quite dark, but he would be
able to see my ass crack being this close to where I was jogging in place
if I didn -(TM)t pull up the shorts.

    -œWhy don -(TM)t you tell Mr.  Johnson Barbie?  Seems like a good
chance for you to practice what we were just talking about? - My brother
suggested the real reason, while continuing to jog in place.  That meant I
did not stop jogging either  -" except I was bringing my knees up to my
waist as I lifted my legs.  I am sure I looked absurd.

    -œWell, I -(TM)ve been put on restriction and my parents trust my
brother to make sure I do all my chores and spend more time with my
siblings doing whatever they want to do instead of what I want to do all of
the time.  He wanted me to go jogging with him, so here I am, - I told the
truth.

    -œYes, and here you are.  And what a glorious little thing you are, -
Mr.  Johnson was clearly admiring my body and he seemed like a dirty old
man through and through.

    -œI am trying to get my sister to stop being such a prude, George.  Can
you help me out with something? - Joe asked.  I could feel a familiar
flock of butterflies start to move around in the pit of my lower
intestines, into my stomach and begin fluttering around in circles as soon
as Master asked for help from a dirty old man.  I -(TM)d probably soon be
sucking his dick or something equally as nasty.  The problem was this guy
lived only a few houses down from mine.  The strangers we met on the street
might never see me again, even though we live in a small town.  I was sure
to run into George every morning from now on.

    -œYou know the reason I volunteer as a substitute teacher is that I
always love to help young people, - George admitted.

    -œBarbie, turn around and keep jogging, - Joe ordered.  I tried not to
make eye contact, and I began to pivot-jog so that he could see how much of
my booty was hanging out of my shorts.

    -œNow, let me ask you, George.  Do you think I made her wear her shorts
too low?  Should she pull them up? - my brother asked with a sort of
confidence like he was a peer in age to the old man and not just a teenage
boy.

    -œOh, that is fine!  I -(TM)d see nothing wrong with that on the beach
or out here at this hour of the morning, - George sounded half-serious as
he admired my butt.

    -œMy sister has always been extremely shy about her body, George.  I
told her to run in something that would let her have maximum mobility and
she tried to wear a full tracksuit so I dared her to run like this.  She
told me someone would complain.  You -(TM)re not complaining, are you,
George? - he asked.

    -œNo!  No complaints here.  My wife is asleep otherwise she might
complain, but that -(TM)s just because she wouldn -(TM)t look as good as
Barbie in those shorts. -

    -œSee Barbie?  I told you and a bet is a bet, - Joe smiled at Barbie
who could only guess at what he meant.

   She knew he was going to make her offer to do something humiliating or
sexual for their neighbor, and the thought scared the heck out of her, but
her pussy seemed to know her true feelings better than her brain.

   She could feel herself getting wet.  All she could do, though, was to
wait for Joe to  -~remind -(TM) her what she had  -~agreed -(TM) to do if
she lost their  -~bet. -(TM)

    -œGeorge, you have a choice to make.  Barbie lost our bet, and the deal
was that she -(TM)d step completely out of her shorts and run fifty steps
bottomless if she lost.  But I don -(TM)t want her offending you.  I can
either make her run in place for fifty steps, or you can turn around and
pretend you didn -(TM)t see us.  But a bet is a bet, and that was the deal.
What should she do, George? -

   The way Joe glanced at his watch and the tone of his voice didn -(TM)t
suggest he was open to discuss the bet in detail, but rather he wanted
George to to make a snap choice.

   Joe was putting George on the spot.  George had agreed that Barbie
showing her butt crack was fine so now Joe was forcing George to either go
all in or turn his back while Joe and I finished our little game.  That he
be discreet was implied, but not demanded.

   His choice would tell Joe how much the school teacher was willing to
indulge himself.  Joe looked a little surprised when George agreed it
-(TM)d be a shame to watch me jog off into the darkness.

    -œIf you -(TM)re okay with jogging in place while you have an audience,
far be it for me to judge, - George grinned lewdly.

    -œYou heard the man, Barbie.  Drop  -~em. - He turned his attention
back to George for a moment.   -œThis is just between us, okay, George? -
George could only nod mutely.

   I instantly felt my face heat up, but my fingers nonetheless went to the
waistband of my barely-there shorts.  I was going to REALLY feel what it
was like to be outside truly more than half-naked.  I just wished my pussy
wasn -(TM)t already so wet.  There was to me, already no mistaking the
aroma of her pussy in the still, predawn air.

   Subconsciously pinching my bottom lip between my two front teeth, I
slowly slid my panties down and off as if I -(TM)d practiced the move
without bending my knees, a thousand times.  I knew George was seeing my
asshole and my split peach cunt, and I could only wonder if my Master was
pleased that I didn -(TM)t hesitate too much.

   I was so acutely aware of the situation that I began to imagine I was
feeling George -(TM)s breath on my lower lips.  He was our neighbor.  He
-(TM)d likely see me someday soon with our whole family.  What did he think
of my behavior?

   As worked up as I was, I was tempted to swipe my fingers between those
lips just as an added cherry on top of George -(TM)s experience while
drying my pussy a little.  But my Master hadn -(TM)t told me to, so I didn
-(TM)t.

   Still, I felt like a consummate slut allowing another person to see me
strip myself out of my panties and resume jogging on the spot.

    -œOne, two, three... - I began quietly counting each footfall out loud
for the benefit of my Master and the neighbor.

    -œTurn as you jog in place so George can get the full show, - Joe
demanded.  Of course, I immediately complied, despite my embarrassment.

    -œWell you certainly look like you -(TM)re taking to be more outgoing!
Are you feeling more outgoing right now? - George asked.

   I didn -(TM)t really know if I trusted myself to speak.  Still, I
managed to agree I would never have dreamed of jogging bottomless in front
of the neighbor a few days ago.   -œI -(TM)m paying the price for losing a
bet.  At least Joseph won -(TM)t be able to hold me chickening out, over my
head, - I said, adding,  -œI doubt I could be more outgoing than this! -
I assured him.

    -œDo you think you -(TM)d make the same bet tomorrow? - George asked
with a grin.

    -œI -(TM)m blonde, but I -(TM)m not BLONDE, Sir, - I laughed, then
wondered if Joe would take George -(TM)s question as an invitation to do
exactly that the next morning.  She was reluctant to rule out Joe deciding
she lost another bet and added  -œI am sure you will see a lot more of me
and soon, Sir. -

   Barbie didn -(TM)t short change George by skipping some counting, and
instead, she picked up where she -(TM)d stopped counting.   -œTwenty-one,
twenty-two... -

    -œYou know a step is the act of putting a foot forward as well as
bringing your second foot forward.  So isn -(TM)t your count inaccurate? 
You really should count to a hundred if you -(TM)re going to count every
footfall, you know, - George observed with a wink to Joe.

    -œYou -(TM)re absolutely right, George.  Make it a hundred, Barbie! -
He ordered his sister.  Neither male had bothered mentioning that she
-(TM)d probably taken ten or more steps while answering George -(TM)s
question.  George wasn -(TM)t finished yet, either.

    -œPlease forgive me for being forward, but you look a little older.  Do
you shave off your pubic hair, or have you not started growing it yet? 
Girls your apparent age never shaved their pubic hair when I was young, -
George wondered.

   Quite aside from the fact that the question made her think of George as
more of a dirty old man than ever, Barbara found that intimate question
immeasurably more difficult to answer, yet she did.   -œI shave every
evening now, Sir.  I heard it -(TM)s what outgoing girls do, - she
replied.

    -œYou don -(TM)t seem shocked by this, Sir.  I never would have
believed Joseph could win our bet.  Have you seen half-naked joggers
before? - She asked.

    -œNew York, remember, Barbie?  Liberal capital of America, - he
replied as if that explained everything.  Then he added as an afterthought,
 -œthere -(TM)s a trailer park around the corner, and sometimes the
residents pull similar stunts, but you -(TM)re by far the youngest and
loveliest example of unusual behavior I -(TM)ve seen around here, - he
agreed.

    -œPlease don -(TM)t tell my parents, - Barbie begged, finally allowing
him to hear how worried she was about being caught.

    -œWhat?  And cut my nose off to spite my face?  If your parents stopped
you from jogging in the morning, I could be missing out on a future thrill!
- He promised.   -œAs a minimum, it -(TM)s far nicer saying hello to Joe
AND you each morning, - he said, in a way that made it clear he wanted
Barbie to continue jogging with Joe each morning.

    -œYou -(TM)re out here at this time every morning? - She asked,
surprised.

    -œI will be if you are, - he assured her.

   By the time she reached a count of one hundred, Barbie wanted to both
scramble back into her imitation shorts, mortified by what she -(TM)d done
AND finger fuck herself to orgasm in front of her audience before she
dressed.  Her embarrassment had fueled her desire.

   Joe again made her adjust her shorts, so about four inches of her ass
crack was visible before they bid George farewell and continued their jog.

    -œMaster, how did you know he would react that way? - Barbie asked
after they were far enough away from George he could not hear them.  Her
pretty face was still red, but she was grinning.

    -œOh, George loves to watch us all line up at the bus stop.  I was
pretty sure that he particularly likes checking you out, - my brother
grinned.

    -œThere are other girls at the bus stop, much prettier than me, -
Barbie tried not to acknowledge the compliment.

    -œYou are going to have to learn when to accept a compliment and when
not to crave them, - Joe sighed.  He was about to explain a little more
about that when he noticed his dad -(TM)s car was not in the driveway.

   They were both paralyzed with the sudden realization that while Helen
lives by a very predictable schedule, their father does not.

    -œDo you think he saw me running without my bottoms, Master? - Barbie
asked.

    -œNo, because if he had, he would have ran over George on the way over
to yell at us.  The fact that we are all still alive suggests he didn
-(TM)t notice, - Joe said with his trademark deadpan sense of humor.

    -œGet inside and go change into your shirt for breakfast, - Joe
slapped her bottom then pulled her panties back up over her crack.