Chapter 4
When the alarm clock chimed at six fifteen in the morning, it was already light outside. Oh fuck. Chadwick groaned. Her eyes closed, she reached for the source of the noise, slamming the annoying device four times until she found the button to silence it.
Annie blinked and turned her head.
“Go back to sleep, gorgeous,” said Chadwick, stroking Annie’s cheek.
The girl didn’t need an invitation; exhausted from a wild night with plenty of alcohol and sex, she dozed off within seconds.
Chadwick sat up in bed and yawned. The air in the room was thick: a mixture of sweat, arousal, and the stench of last night’s overfull diaper. Peering under the blanket, she chuckled when she saw that Annie was still wearing the strap-on. Just the regular-sized one, unfortunately. Still bigger than any dick I’ve ever seen.
They hadn’t conquered the latest purchase yet, but it was only a matter of time until her ass was loose enough. The new dildo was a different beast altogether – black and imposing, thicker than a soda can, it stood on the nightstand, suction-cupped to the surface. It wobbled mockingly when she touched it.
Despite that defeat, it had been glorious. The memory was vivid in her mind: Annie’s hands slapping, pinching, caressing her breasts, the vibrator on her clit, the fake cock ramming into her ass. Her hand went to the dog collar still buckled around her neck.
I really was Annie’s bitch last night. She squeezed her eyes and shook her head. Focus!
It took a few moments for her mind to clear. Ella, Annie’s mother and the ruler of the kitchen, had summoned her for a thorough thrashing – punishment for yesterday’s transgressions. Depending on Ella’s mood, fifty with the two-tailed leather strap was the least she expected. More were likely.
It was time to get ready.
Getting up, Chadwick stubbed her toe on the empty vodka bottle, sending it rolling over the floor. She snatched it up and put it on the nightstand, next to the monstrous dildo.
When she opened the door to the bathroom, the stench hit her like a wall. Yesterday’s diaper lay rolled up next to the toilet: three days’ worth of excrement, forced out by a triple dose of laxatives. She’d take it to the bin later. The butt plug Annie had worn all day and discarded in the sink needed cleaning, too.
She sat down on the toilet and sighed when her urine hit the bowl.
When Ella’s done with me, I’ll probably have to pee standing up.
Showered and dressed, with five minutes to spare, Chadwick made her way downstairs to the ground floor. After some consideration, she had decided on a light blue sundress with white dots and tied her hair into a high ponytail.
I look like a goddamn schoolgirl.
Almost seven; the house was silent, and the expensive carpets, vacuumed yesterday, swallowed her steps as she walked. The knot in her stomach grew larger the closer she got to the kitchen. She remembered Annie, bent over the dining room table, shifting and fidgeting as the lashes rained down on her butt. It was scary, yes, but there was something else too, something that made Chadwick’s nipples harden. This wasn’t the time; she pushed it out of her mind.
She took a deep breath, then knocked on the kitchen door. “Ms. Ella?”
The door swung open and Ella appeared, the usual frown on her face and the tawse already wrapped around her right hand. Chadwick rubbed her palms where the split leather strap had made its impact yesterday.
“At least you’re on time,” said Ella, looking her straight in the eye. “Did you have time to reflect on your behavior?”
Chadwick stared at the floor, trying to sound sincere. “Yes, Ms. Ella. I’m very sorry.”
“Feeling sorry is a good start. Doesn’t mean you’re getting out of a proper thrashing. Acting like a disgusting harlot…”
She shook her head. When she strode towards the dining room, Chadwick followed her a couple of steps behind.
“You know how it works,” said Ella, pointing at the table.
Chadwick pulled the dress over her head, draping it over the back of a chair. With trembling fingers, she unhooked the bra, freeing her breasts as she let it slide off her shoulders. She quickly stepped out of her panties.
Ella examined the underwear. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the clear stain at the seat of the panties.
“L-lubricant, Ms. Ella.” From having my ass fucked for hours. By your daughter.
Ella snorted. “What a disgrace. What would your father say if he knew you turned into such a trollop?”
Maybe I’ll ask him the next time I visit him in prison.
“I don’t know, Ms. Ella.”
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me! Your father’s a good man who did his best to raise you well. I’m not sure it’s even possible, but I’ll try to beat some sense and decency into you.” She slapped the tawse on the table. “God knows it didn’t work with my own daughter, but a mother’s got to try.”
Despite the constant drama, Annie had more fun in her life than any other person Chadwick knew. This wasn’t in her best interest to mention, so she said nothing. Exhaling slowly, she bent over, both palms flat on the table. Sticking out her butt, her legs shaking, she waited for the first stroke.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Without further comment, Ella brought the tawse down. Red, hot, stinging pain shot through Chadwick’s buttocks, spreading like a wave. She yelped.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Her skin was still burning when the next lash hit her, stronger than the one before. She took short, shallow breaths and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. Stroke after stroke landed in quick succession, each crack of the strap echoing through the room.
God! And that’s not even half.
By stroke sixteen or seventeen, a wet fart escaped her. She clenched her buttocks, but it was too late. A dollop of lubricant landed on the dining room floor with more running down her legs.
Ella groaned. “You are unbelievable! Clean that up!”
Chadwick glanced around, and when she found nothing suitable, she settled on the panties. They were soiled anyway. She wiped the clear fluid from the floor and the inside of her thighs and got back into position.
“No,” said Ella. “We’re starting from zero. But not here. Come!”
With her massive naked breasts bouncing, Chadwick trotted behind her, through the hallway toward the patio door.
“Outside, Ms. Ella?”
“A pig sty would be more fitting. If you make a mess on the patio, we’ll just hose it down.”
Chadwick bit her lip. Protesting was never a good idea, and it didn’t matter anyway; there were no neighbors for miles. When she walked through the door and saw someone hidden behind a newspaper, she quickly covered her breasts and crotch.
Oh, dammit!
Ella scoffed. “Are you shy, all of a sudden?”
“No, Ms. Ella.”
Julian, her driver, was drinking his morning coffee under the huge wide umbrella. Like Ella, he was an early bird, and he usually completed his morning run hours before Chadwick crawled out of bed.
He glanced over. “Good morning, Mrs. C,” he said, standing up. “I guess I’ll give you two ladies some space.”
“Ladies?” Ella scoffed, glaring at Chadwick. “Stay here. This ‘lady’ doesn’t mind. Right?”
“Yes, Ms. Ella.”
Julian set down his cup. “If you maybe let her off with a warning, I’m sure–”
“Mind your own business, Julian.” Ella squinted her eyes, and he immediately turned back to his newspaper. “And you, don’t slouch!”
Chadwick crossed her arms behind her back and stood up straight. He’d seen her naked plenty of times. Watched her and smelled her shit as she vacuumed the house in a huge, stinking diaper. She sighed. The time for modesty was long past.
Fuck. And I still don’t know how many she’s gonna give me.
She bent over the table and stuck her reddened butt out, her large breasts dangling in front of him. At night, with her husband sleeping next to her, she had imagined how it would be with a real man like Julian. When he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Fucked her and made her come. Was his dick as big as Annie claimed? For a moment, she forgot Ella’s strap.
The tawse cracked on her skin, making her breasts swing forward from the impact. She winced. More strokes landed, raising red welts on her buttocks, stinging and burning. Beads of sweat started running down her face.
Julian leaned back, trying to suppress a grin. He was no longer interested in his newspaper, watching every move of her breasts.
A particularly vicious blow caught her by surprise. She blushed, unable to hold back another long fart, erupting from deep inside her bowels. The smell reached her nose in seconds.
“Disgusting,” said Ella, coughing. “That’s another twenty.”
“Yes, Ms. Ella. I’m sorry.”
This is exactly the punishment a slut like you deserves! Pull yourself together!