Chapter 5
Annie woke up with a splitting headache and squinted her eyes. She sat up and chuckled when she saw the glass of water and the couple of Aspirin that Chadwick had left her on the nightstand. She glanced at the clock. A few minutes after seven – the woman would have much bigger problems right now than a hangover.
She took the pills and got up, absentmindedly stroking the strap-on still hanging between her legs. Chadwick had taken the big thing without complaint, testament of many hours of practice, watching Anal Antics on the bedroom TV as her butt was being stretched with dildos of ever-increasing sizes.
Annie unbuckled the straps and dropped the harness on the floor. The smell inside the bedroom was pungent, so she shuffled over to the other side and opened the window.
When she heard a sharp crack from downstairs, she peered out and saw her: Chadwick leaning over the patio table, her breasts almost in Julian’s face as her mother gave her a serious strapping.
Oh shit, that’s gotta hurt.
She reached for her clit and started rubbing, but decided to stop. Poor Mrs. C. This wasn’t the fun kind of strapping – this was punishment, and she pushed down the pang of guilt for her own involvement. Chadwick’s hips moved, trying to evade the strokes. Ella found her target anyway.
Julian raised his head and waved. Annie waved back and quickly retreated from the window.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Chadwick entered the room. She was still naked, carrying her dress and underwear.
“Mom was strict with you, huh,” said Annie, giving her a quick hug. “How’s the butt?”
Chadwick groaned. “Not great. How’s yours?”
Annie turned around, showing off her purple buttocks. “Better than yesterday. No point in complaining; we got what we deserved.”
“That we did. But I can’t believe she brought up father. What he’d think.”
“She did?” Annie grinned. “That’s rich. The guy cheated on your mom and swindled his investors. All we did was masturbate in the living room, watch porn, and stink up the house.”
Chadwick laughed. “And yet, he’s still this paragon of virtue. It makes no sense.”
“Fuck it. Let’s put some cold water on your butt; that’ll help reduce the swelling.”
Under the shower, Annie leaned against the wall, watching Chadwick as she ran water over her bruised ass. Despite the open window, the bathroom stank like a sewer. The stench wafting from the diaper was positively revolting.
“How many did you get?” asked Annie.
“I lost count a few times,” said Chadwick, wincing. “More than a hundred, probably. Doesn’t matter.”
Annie closed her eyes. Feeling pressure, she just let the stream of urine run down her legs, sighing as she enjoyed the relief of her emptying bladder.
“My, Ms. Annie,” said Chadwick, chuckling. “That’s not on the list of lady-like behavior either. Someone should tell your mom.”
“Pissing like a slut, Mrs. C. There’s no point in pretending. Your project of becoming the dirtiest, nastiest slut in town is still a go?”
Chadwick knelt down in front of her. “Of course, Ms. Annie. A small setback won’t stop me. Do you need help cleaning up?”
“Always, Mrs. C.”
Spreading her legs, Annie stood still, letting Chadwick run her tongue up the inside of her thighs. She exhaled as the tongue traced her ringed labia, ending with a kiss on her engorged clit.
Great. Just got out of bed, and I’m already horny as hell.
Annie turned around. “While you’re at it, do my asshole, too. I don’t think I wiped last night when I took that plug out.”
Without comment, Chadwick licked away, burying her face between Annie’s butt cheeks. Annie felt the tongue circling around her anus, pushing in, lips sucking. With Chadwick still at work behind her, she brushed over her clit ring and shuddered.
I hope she remembered to charge the vibe. I have to get myself off later.
“All clean?” asked Annie when she was done.
“Yes, Ms. Annie.”
“Good.” Annie grabbed Chadwick by the nipple and dragged her out of the shower. “I have some slutty plans for us today. But first you’re gonna take that stinky diaper to the bin. I think it’s time to get rid of it.”
After Chadwick had toweled herself off, the diaper under her arm, Annie blocked the bathroom door. She picked up the dog collar from the vanity.
“You’re my bitch, Mrs. C,” she said, buckling the collar around her neck. “But after that spanking you got, I’ve decided to make you come. Mom really did a number on your ass.”
“Yes, please. That’s definitely what I need right now.”
Chadwick took a step back and winced when her bruised butt touched the vanity. She set the diaper down, but Annie shook her head.
“No, no, keep holding it.”
Annie reached into the sink, holding up the butt plug she had worn yesterday and held it under Chadwick’s nose. “Open up. You can suck on that while I finger-bang you.”
Chadwick gulped. The brown streaks on its steel surface had dried overnight, and despite the stench of the dirty diaper, she had the plug’s smell in her nose.
Slowly, she opened her mouth.
“Wider, Mrs. C.”
Annie reached for Chadwick’s left nipple and clamped down hard with her fingers. Chadwick’s mouth opened an extra centimeter, enough to push the widest part past her teeth. She closed her full mouth, lips wrapped around the plug’s narrow base.
“That’s the taste of my shit on your tongue, Mrs. C. Do you like it?”
Chadwick took a breath through her nose, then nodded. Clutching the reeking diaper, she spread her legs slightly and pushed her hips forward. Her nipples were already stiff, and her clit poked out – this wouldn’t take long.
“Liar. But a true slut needs to get used to that. Keep sucking, Mrs. C. It’s not coming out until it’s clean.” She grabbed Chadwick’s left breast and reached down with two fingers. “I’m gonna make you squirt on the bathroom floor, Mrs. C. But you’re gonna have to clean up here, anyway.”
Chadwick spent the rest of the morning cleaning upstairs while Annie supervised from the bedroom. Neither of them had gotten dressed. With Annie’s plug now in her ass and clamps on her nipples – each with a bell attached – she vacuumed carpets and scrubbed all three bathrooms on the upper floor top to bottom.
The heavy, dirty diaper didn’t quite make it to the bin. Carrying it with her, it spread its putrid smell wherever she went. Both the stench and the bright jingle-jangle of the bells amused Annie to no small degree; every time she passed, she gave the bells a slap.
“Found this in the garage,” said Annie, standing in the hallway, swinging a riding crop. “Very posh, Mrs. C. Didn’t know you were a rider.”
Chadwick turned off the vacuum. “They made me when I was a kid. I hate horses. After mother moved out, that was the first thing I got rid of. That and her tacky tea set collection.”
Annie lifted Chadwick’s left bell using the crop’s leather tip. “My God, Mrs. C, you stink. It’s good we plugged that slutty ass of yours. Can’t risk you shitting on the carpets.”
“I don’t think there’s any chance of that, after three laxatives yesterday, Ms. Annie.”
“Shush.” Annie flicked the riding crop, striking Chadwick’s nipple. “We’re gonna get dressed. We’re going for a ride.”
“A ride? Where?”
“You’ll see. We’ll better keep the plug, but now it’s really time to get rid of that diaper. I know you love that thing, but I don’t think Jules’s gonna take us if we show up like this.”
Thank God.
“Could I jump in the shower really quick?”
Annie reached between Chadwick’s legs, tapping the base of the butt plug. “No. I want you sweaty and stinky. And I promise you, it’s gonna get worse from here.”