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I was thinking about a story after the story. I've read a thousand blackmail stories where the things the person had to do to do were vastly worse than the blackmail material coming out would have been. I'll read a thousand more, but what almost never happens is the parents walk in and catch them in the middle of their little games.
Gladys catches her kids training their older sister to be a house pet, and she's going to put a stop to it. She really is. Just maybe tomorrow after thinking about it some more. I once read a lovely Vulgus story that ends after the blackmailing older brother gets his ass kicked. All I wanted to know was how was it the next day over breakfast. Sullen and defeated he's eating his cornflakes. "Hi Jeff...no hard feelings okay?"
It's a bit long for typical letters, hopefully that's alright.
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Dear Progressive Parenting Perspectives,
My name is Gladys Gaggly of Butte, Montana, and I am a mother of four. Two bratty girls, two nerdy boys. I’ve only been reading your publication for a few months, and my letter is a little unusual even for your readers.
I wouldn’t blame you if you refuse to publish it because it sounds so outlandish, or because of its length. I sat down and started writing, and before I knew it, I had written what felt like an essay.
Like many parents, I was initially quite skeptical of your magazine's unconventional methods, and I assumed the letters page was written as a farce, with no parent considering alternative approaches to what is best for their girls through domestic discipline and treating them differently than the boys of the household.
I was raised to believe that anything a boy can do, a girl can do better, and that girls had a mandate to be modest, not immodest. My eldest daughter Ashley didn’t get that memo.
She wore short skirts, fishnets, dyed her hair, pierced her belly button and nose, and has been going through a goth phase for most of her life. She was rude, crude, and even though we love her very much, I have to admit that Ashley was kind of an asshole.
She was always bickering with her little sister Connie, and her two brothers Mark and Kevin. She was always getting in trouble at school, and she only dated bad boys that rode motorcycles and looked like they belonged on America’s Most Wanted.
Her room was filthy, and she smoked, drank, and partied despite our every attempt to curb the behavior. We suspected that she blackmailed her brothers and sister to do her chores for her, or simply threatened to kick their asses. She teased them relentlessly when we weren’t home, and only toned it down when she was home.
I chalked it up to “That’s just how Ashley is” and accepted that some things you just can’t change. How wrong I was. Change was coming, and I had no clue why.
One day the crappy behavior, the rudeness, the cruel pranks on her siblings, it all slowed to a crawl. It took me a little while to notice. She still dressed like a goth princess and had the biggest bedroom of her siblings. She started to listen to what we said, and even offered to help around the house proactively.
I didn’t want to jinx a gift horse by asking why things changed. Slowly, we saw her being overly nice to her brothers and sister. She started getting good grades. We knew our daughter was fiendishly clever and a little too smart for her own good.
I’ve always believed that smart girls tend to be wicked and cruel, because they expect too much, give too little, and scare boys off by behaving like a know-it-all.
Ashley could never keep a boyfriend, and didn’t want one. We noticed that she stopped dating entirely and started staying home on weekends. She really seemed to be turning a new leaf, and we had peace. No bickering!
The kids all got along swimmingly! I was so thrilled that I rewarded them any chance I got with pizza or fun little excursions. I assumed that the conflict had been the result of Ashley’s aggressive behavior, and without it, life was good.
When I told Ashley how proud I was of the change in her, she didn’t get combative or defensive. She actually seemed embarrassed, so I let it drop.
The only thing I worried about was that instead of dressing to reflect her new considerate personality, she leaned harder into the slutty glam-bimbo goth girl thing. Ashley had always worn a spiked leather collar, and her school didn’t seem to have any dress code at all because they allowed it.
She started wearing two pairs of metal handcuffs on her belt as an accessory, and cosplay tails hanging out of the bottom of her short skirt. Her father even commented, “You should probably clip that on the outside of your skirt, honey. People at school may think you have that where the sun doesn’t shine.” She thanked him politely and even laughed a little at his joke. She would have torn Steve a new asshole for even commenting on what she wore a few months earlier.
Ashley began to wear trashier stuff, like a hooker. She wore impossibly higher heels, shorter skirts, and sometimes I suspected no undies, even when she went to school. She had always been into vampire stuff, but now she seemed to be getting into werewolves because Ash went to school with clip-on animal ears.
It seemed a bit too cutesy for her. I was surprised that she wasn’t embarrassed wearing them every day to school like that. I was okay with it as long as the attitude improved, whatever worked, right?
Eventually, I discovered the source of Ashley’s pleasant transformation.
I returned home a little early from work, and Steve was still stuck in traffic. “Hi, I’m home! How about we go do a little shopping since I am home early?” I smiled my words as I walked into the living room. What I saw stunned me, and I simply didn’t believe it.
I wasn’t expecting anything like the scene before me. I saw Ashley on the living room floor on all fours completely naked except for her spiked dog collar, the silly wolf ears she wore to school, and the raccoon tail that she wore under her skirt actually shoved up her butt. She turned pale and froze the moment she saw me, and I stood there with my jaw on the floor. My youngest son stood over her with a leash attached to his sister’s collar and froze in place. Kevin’s twin sister had a wooden paddle in her hand with her older sister’s name engraved on it, and judging from how rosy pink Ashley’s ass was, it had been used on her recently.
I didn’t believe in spanking despite Ashley often needing an attitude adjustment; it just wasn’t my style of parenting. Mark had a dog bone that had been chewed on, and we didn’t have any pets.
“What’s going on?” I asked. I suppose I expected a simple answer. It took three hours of talking to get the story straight, and by the time Steve got home, I was still trying to connect the dots. No one’s story was the same, but I managed to ascertain that her brothers and Connie had somehow blackmailed their sister with some really big secret that I couldn’t pry from anyone. They had trained their sister like a dog and been the ones making her go to school without panties, with the tail in her butt, and the puppy-dog ears were part of her submission to their strange and humiliating game.
You can imagine that any parent who isn’t an avid reader of your magazine might suspect their kids were raving sociopaths or worse. Even an open-minded Triple P reader like your audience might have a hard time accepting this explanation. They explained that they used Ashley’s account on Amazon to purchase the paddle they used to spank her butt, and all the other gear. They maintained that it wasn’t theft because Ashley voluntarily let them have the passwords to the account and make the charges.
She was willing to admit that she had shaken them down for years and taken their Christmas money and earnings from mowing lawns, and it was only fair they take it back. It wasn’t like her, and if Ashley was so willing to confess that, then what was the secret worth humiliating herself and being walked like a dog?
I still don’t know. Even the handcuffs I thought were harmless accessories were more than decorative. Steve and I intended to put a stop to it immediately, but we still couldn’t get our heads around it.
We talked all night and theorized who the ringleader of the other three was. We concluded that it was Kevin or Mark because they had slowly become more confident, and even cocky now that their sister wasn’t chewing their asses to mock them every day. Connie had matured as well, and seemed as confident as her twin brother Kevin, so we really didn’t know who was behind it.
We fucked like we never fucked before that night, and I was thrilled when my husband finally stopped talking and just ravished me. After he finished, he did it again.
I was a happy camper until the next morning when I had to sit at the breakfast table and realize there was no way I could unsee what I saw. The idea of normal was no longer possible. My sons and daughter had turned their older sister into some kind of sex slave, and the thought of all the depraved things they might have done disgusted me to my core.
On the other hand, a tiny sliver of my thoughts were that to the outside world, and even me, Ashley seemed much more pleasant and kind. We began discovering rope, duct tape, and even a pulley Mark must have installed in the garage to suspend his sister by her wrists. He’s very nerdy but also quite handy with a wrench. We found stainless steel dog bowls, but no kibble. We found a large black dog crate folded up in the garage. We’ve never had a dog in our life. We found a kitty litter box and two bags of kitty litter.
“I guess Ashley was a kitty-cat as well as a dog,” Steve joked. “Steve, how can you joke about this?” I asked. “How can I not?” he replied. I was flustered and puzzled how a father could say that until he explained. “I can’t argue with results, Gladys. Our daughter wasn’t harmed. I know you don’t believe in spanking but I’ve been reading articles about domestic discipline in Progressive Parenting Perspectives, and I was about to suggest we at a minimum start making her hold a bar of soap in her mouth when she tells me to fuck off. Then she stopped telling me to fuck off and actually did what I said without argument.”
“You sound like you want Ashley to continue being a dog for her brothers and sister?” I couldn’t believe Steve would even think such a thing. “No, obviously that can’t continue,” Steve said, and he paused to think. “The thing is, if her secret is such a big one that she was willing to obey even her little sister after making Connie remain in her shadow for years, what’s to stop them from starting again?”
“Us!”
“Tell me the truth, Gladys. You had no clue this was going on right under our noses, and neither did I. Do you think taking all these toys away from them and locking them up is going to stop them from going back to it when our backs are turned?” He had a point, but I couldn’t see what the solution might be to that particular possibility.
Steve and I weren’t fully in agreement, but he made me sit down and read what I now call “Triple P,” and I absolutely hated it and thought the stories were cruel and naughty. I even wondered if Kevin and Mark had gotten hold of some of Steve’s back issues that he lovingly saved in the closet and it inspired them to discipline their sisters.
“Look, Ashley has been a puppy for months now, and she’s fine. Let’s have them continue for two hours and see how bad it is.” “Put on a little show for us?” “No, we’ll tell them to carry on as if we aren’t here, and we’ll evaluate whether they can continue as they have been.” “Why would Ashley go along with that?”
“She doesn’t have to, and that’s fine. If she’ll stand up to them, and let them go nuclear by spilling a secret so big that it was worth serving them, then we’ll at least find out what it is. Win/win.” I didn't think Ashley would agree, and despite my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed.
Kevin, Connie, and Mark were puzzled and skeptical when their father told them to carry on as they would normally. “Don’t hold back. We know you pop her on her ass. We found most of your toys; you may have some hidden we don’t know about but we’ll eventually find them. Despite the degrading way you treat your sister, she’s no worse for the wear, and she’s been a lot easier to deal with.”
Ashley remained melancholy and defeated, like she was in shell shock. “We won’t make you be a dog, Ashley,” I said. “Your father and I just want to see how things worked when we aren’t home. If you would rather tell us your secret yourself, we’ll take that into consideration when we decide what to do about it.”
Ashley’s response was to slowly remove her clothes. My daughter wasn’t wearing panties or a bra even though we had forbidden her siblings from continuing to control their sister. Her pussy was freshly shaved, and when she got on all fours, she already had a butt plug up her ass. “May I have my tail, Kevin? RUFF!”
I felt bad about it, but I fucking lost it. I laughed at my daughter’s humiliating request. I knew I’d probably go to hell for laughing, but it was funny. The good thing about that was that it broke the tension. The only person who thought it wasn’t funny was Ashley. Kevin, Mark, and Connie insisted that she laugh and told her it was funny.
“It’s not, Kevin,” she whined, and she rolled off of her hands and knees into a defensive position because she anticipated what was coming. It was three against one, and when they piled on her I had no idea what was happening until the hysterical laughter interrupted. “Fuck, no!! come on, ah-hah-hah! Oh fuck, not there, not in front of mom and dad, jeez, ow!!”
It was some bizarre combination of tickling, pinching, poking, and most of it focused on her ribs. I hadn’t heard Ashley laugh without sarcasm in so long that I stood there smiling and watching the three of them tickle the snot out of their naked sister until she was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Her pussy flaps were pulled out and attached to four piercings on the side of her inner thigh like a butterfly with its wings pulled back. I could see all the way inside her, and I felt bad that I thought I saw a tonsil in Ashley’s wet pussy.
She had a relatively large butt plug, and when they popped it out the first time, her ass sucked in some wind, and she got flustered. It seemed like she hated being plugged, and yet she waited with her legs apart for Connie to ram an even bigger plug with a fake tail on a chain so that it could swing freely while she crawled around. Despite our promise to go about our normal routine, Steve and I eventually sat on the couch and observed. The television wasn’t blaring. No one played video games. No one stared at their phone scrolling infinitely. We laughed; we talked; they tickled; they teased; they showed their sister off.
It was lunch before we knew it, and we had gone well past the three hours we initially suggested. “What does Ashley eat?” I asked as I started preparing lunch the way I always did. “Her name isn’t Ashley when she’s our puppy, Mom,” Connie informed me. Ashley’s face went red, and Connie told her to tell us.
“….Assley,” Ashley told us her pet name in a contrite, sullen but accepting despite her reluctance sort of way.
“Assley what?” Kevin whacked her butt with the wooden paddle bearing her name. I didn’t notice but the paddle didn’t have the name Ashley Gaggly engraved on it; it was really close, though.
“Assley Cock Gagger, Sir, Ruff!!”
I forgot to mention that we were stunned to see all the rules that Kevin, Mark and Connie had made for their older sister. It looked like they collaborated, and revised the notes to dynamically decide what was best for their sister and calling her betters “Sir” and “Ma’am” was one of those things.
I could imagine Ashley’s defiance when she was required to show respect, and I wouldn’t have dared to think she meant the words.
“Tell mom to call you Assley Cock Gagger with respect,” Mark insisted before I could stop him and say that I didn’t need to hear that.
“My name is Assley Cock Gagger, Ma’am.”
I could sense a little fading ember of defiance inside Ashley, but after that she started calling me and my husband by the same titles she used for Mark, Kevin and Connie.
I was reluctant to mash up her food and put it on the floor for her to eat while the rest of us sat at the table, but Ashley put her head right in that bowl and got her face messy slurping up the peanut and butter jelly sandwich I mashed up and poured water to soften for her.
She didn’t even use her fingers to eat. At the end, she actually thanked me and it didn’t sound forced, or sarcastic. The part that floored me was that Ashley did it without her brothers or sister telling her to do it.
“Thank you, Ma’am for feeding me. That’s better than I deserve.”
I was about to tell her not to go that far, when her father asked why she felt she deserved something else and what she normally ate.
“Mostly cans of tuna with cum on it, and whatever I am fed by the others from the table, Sir.”
She was blushing and vulnerable and I was there for it. It was kind of breathtaking to see my daughter get a comeuppance. I was going to put a stop to it after lunch, anyway.
“You feed your sister at the table?” Steve asked with disappointment in his voice.
“Yeah, little scraps of bread we spit on, or stuff we aren’t going to eat,” Kevin threw her some bread crust from his sandwich, and Ashley thanked him for it and ate it right off the floor. Her pussy and asshole were fully exposed while she faced away from us and chewed with her mouth closed.
It was a terrible habit, and one that I could never get Ashley to do before today.
“That’s terrible, son,” I assumed that Steve agreed that we needed to put a stop to it.
“Assley is going to become spoiled and expect us to hand feed her. At the very least, make her sit up and beg,” her father scolded Kevin with a shit eating grin and called out “Assley!”
He whistled and she turned around with surprise and dismay on her face as she swallowed the bread.
“Sit up,” Steve put his hands up in front of his chest like a begging dog and stuck his tongue out like he was panting.
I didn’t think Ashley would go along with it, but she sat up and begged.
“Clench your butt cheeks, knees apart,” Connie joined in the fun and snapped her fingers. “Clit out, let’s see that slimy snail or I’ll pour salt on it again.”
Ashley blushed, and for a moment her brown eyes flashed like a tiger inside a cage that wants to eat its trainer but is too afraid to try to escape. She dwarfed her little sister. I’d seen Ashley hold Connie up by her panties and bounce her in place before.
Obediently, Ashley slid her knees apart, adjusted her clit so that it was presented like a tiny erect penis and opened her mouth and panted until she drooled.
Steve took his time, and pretended to throw a scrap of bread twice to make her anticipate he was going to throw it over her head. He finally tossed it over and she caught it in her mouth.
“YAY!!!” we all cheered, and Steve told her she was a good girl.
I decided we could probably see how things go over the weekend.
By the morning, I was calling her Assley as well, and I am not sure that I can go back to Ashley anymore. Frankly, I had to do a find and replace in the early part of this document because I kept writing Assley and I knew you wouldn’t understand until I told you why we started calling her that even in public.
It’s kind of strange when I take her to Wal-Mart and call her that in front of people, but it feels natural now. I make her keep both hands on the shopping cart at all times, and surprisingly Assley is not the only one there without any panties.
Yes, we kept her outfits in public quite small. Kevin explained that at first they were doing it just to deal with her excessive pride and ego by making her look slutty to even other sluts.
“Assley’s power and identity was her clothes and makeup. Take those away and she has none. Connie took her bras and panties that she wanted, and the rest we threw in the trash.
I was livid that I had even bought new panties for Assley when I thought she had changed her attitude for the better on her own.
“I am sorry, Mom. When you took me on Mommy-daughter dates, I agreed to whatever you suggested, so I wouldn’t argue with you, Ma’am.”
I didn’t mind that she sometimes calls me mom by mistake. I rarely ever paddle her, and I wouldn’t for that. I am still her mom despite her role now as a family pet.
We keep her naked at home except for her dog collar and tail, because pets don’t wear clothes. It makes it easier to punish her, and it seems to humble Assley even though she has been naked now for almost a year.
My husband and I proposed some adjustments to the rules that Connie, Kevin and Mark invented. They were very amiable to changes, and thrilled when I typed everything into the computer and made a three ring binder we could use as a shared understanding of what we call “Pet Protocol”.
I was heavily inspired by your magazine’s philosophy on role-based reinforcement, immediate correction, directly repeating an affirmation of one’s roles or wrong doing.
The first change that I proposed was that we review Assley’s behavior each Sunday, and tell her what we liked, what we didn’t, and what she needs to do more of. We usually go over her many foibles and how much she has improved as a pet, and then decide on punishments for how many things she did wrong that week.
We correct her behavior on the spot if possible, but then on Sunday we tally all those corrections up and chart how many corrections she had during the week to see if her behavior has improved or warrants punishment during the review.
I think she is getting better, but Assley still manages to find ways to fuck up. She just no longer whines, complains, accuses me of being a tyrant, throws tantrums, intentionally breaks stuff but calls it an accident. Her favorite move was finding a way to turn around something she did wrong to make me feel like an asshole for calling her out about it.
That never happens anymore. My daughter is a completely different animal, so to speak.
A few weeks ago one of Assley’s friends, Natalie, wanted to come over. Assley begged us to make up an excuse so she could turn them away, but we told her she was always lying and Natalie would understand. Natalie is a Goth like my daughter used to be; she and Assley were partners in sarcasm and cutting classes. When I saw her standing at our door with a skeptical expression on her face, I realized she wasn’t there for fun; she had noticed how quiet the house was and what had changed in Assley’s tone since the “incident” became routine.
We allowed Natalie to come in, but first we explained that Assley preferred being treated as a pet rather than a person and had her tell her friend her real name.
“Assley Cock Gagger, Ma’am.”
At first Natalie thought it was a joke; she burst out laughing when she was addressed as Ma’am and saw Assley on all fours with the rubber tail still inserted.
The first thing she asked about was the butt plug tail in her butt and whether or not it hurt. She asked if my daughter wore it all the time, as well.
My daughter patiently explained that she is even plugged at school, and sometimes at night. “I kind of miss it when it’s not inside me,” she admitted, and added that it does hurt a little.
Kevin explained that was to remind her of what a pain in the butt she once was.
People that see Ashley’s tail love to yank on it, or play with it but very few people ask to take it out.
“Can I take it out?” Natalie was thrilled. I noticed that Natalie was a lot like my daughter used to be, brazen, careless, thoughtless, rude and self indulgent.
“You’ll have to ask my parents, but I have to warn you that my plug might have a little poopy on it, Ma’am.”
Kevin reminded her that she could ask him or her siblings by pulling her hair to get her attention and then twisting her nipples.
“Sorry, Sir. I know you, Mark and Connie are the boss of me. I haven’t forgotten.”
Whatever control Kevin and the others had over her to make her so compliant had to be massive or their sister had simply stopped fighting becoming a house pet and a sex slave.
Natalie got a chance to inspect the tail and play with it while Assley watched. Afterward Assley sucked it clean and easily pushed it back up her ass with a twist, The pair spent several hours in the backyard playing fetch like a dog, which made the whole situation absurdly domestic.
Before Natalie left, I took Assley aside and insisted she offer to eat her friend’s pussy for being such a good friend and worrying about her.
“She’s not a carpet muncher, Ma’am.”
“Well, YOU are a carpet muncher, and she won’t be eating pussy. You will. Do as you are told.”
She got the message, and Natalie swooned after she got eaten out on top of my washing machine. She comes over pretty regularly now for the same thing.
I think it’s great that my daughter does something with her mouth other than telling lies, complaining and gobbling down snacks. Giving pleasure is hard for an inherently selfish person like her. The desire to serve must be learned, not forced.
Assley’s academic performance continued to reflect her intelligence once we started really punishing the things we didn’t like, and rewarding the things we did.
Her brothers and little sister monitored her study habits alongside her leash walks. They ensured she completed assignments before allowing her back upstairs for any leisure time. However, even with this structure.
Assley occasionally resorted to old rebellious tactics when she felt restricted. For instance, during a recent math unit, her grades slipped as she attempted to write an essay critical of the teacher and assignment instead of completing the required work. The piece was vulgar, crass, and entirely on topic of her resistance to authority in general. When we were brought to school for disciplinary review, the math teacher had already heard about her status at home; he simply asked if this defiance was cutting into study time more than usual.
I was livid. All that effort to discipline her, and my daughter was still showing the signs of defiance and cruelty that were buried deeply in her nature.
Mr. Faraday was fascinated with Assley’s dog like behavior and explained to me how the famous Pavlov’s dog experiment paralleled the behavior reinforcement we were using on her.
Life as a dog was Assley’s new normal for the foreseeable future, and I doubted she could have stopped being our pet at home even if we insisted. She had developed the same response to our control as Pavlov’s dog had to his bell.
At this point, I was applying the lessons from back issues of Progressive Parenting Perspectives and the degrading things she did on a regular basis no longer shocked or fascinated me.
The teacher on the other hand was so thrilled that she was getting trained this way that he offered to tutor Assley for free. She sat on the floor with her paws extended while he explained concepts and then tested her recall and we eventually trusted him enough with a wooden rod to give her physical corrections.
Assley’s a tough little cunt, she needs a good firm whacking to respect whoever is holding the rod. Trust me, I was wasting my time being merciful with her spankings in the first few months.
She jumps when her dad tells her to jump, because his spankings really stick her fat little ass.
We were concerned that the teacher’s motive for doing this for free was sex with our daughter. I kept a close eye on him and forbade my daughter from flirting with him. I stipulated that during sessions she may speak only when directly addressed about her work.
I sat down with him after noticing his boner throbbing in his jeans and told him that if he was thinking about sex with Assley he could forget it.
“It’s not like that at all!”
“Good, because if I catch you fucking my daughter, I’ll ask you to stop tutoring her.”
“Completely understandable,” he replied. My daughter was mortified that I’d talk to her teacher that way.
“In order to deal with that,” I nodded at his boner and the teacher grew tremendously embarrassed.
“You can tell Assley to blow you when you first arrive, to get it out of the way. If she gets straight A’s we can let you use her ass, but I’d rather you take her in another room. As long as you don’t fuck her in her pussy and let her enjoy it too much.”
“Why don’t you want Assley to enjoy sex?”
“She hasn’t earned it and if she has to work for it, she’ll appreciate it more. She likes sucking dick, but
Eventually, Ashley started to sulk in her room and use it as a place to hide out. Jeff’s suggestion was deemed brilliant by the others that Ashley have a designated spot in the living room to wait for anyone who needs her to complete a chore.
I have to admit that I am kind of lazy now. I don’t have to lift a finger around the house except to check for dust she left behind. Jeff no longer has to mow or edge the lawn.
Assley gets to stand up for a while and stretch, get sweaty and show our family just how much she appreciates us for insisting she remain a pet for her own good.
She’s no longer combative about that, either. I discovered that Assley was not the sex-hound she led me to believe that she was before this all came out. She was ruthless to men, and enjoyed leading them on, through an emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows full of uncertainty about where they stood, only to dump them when they got too close.
She didn’t start dating right away. Connie completely forbade it, and Mark and Kevin only wanted her to date their friends that were not Assley’s types at all.
That’s why I thought it was a good idea that we pick her dates for her and make her ask them out. We don’t just punish Assley. We’ll incentivize her with liver treats, and belly rubs to not be a dick to the guy to avoid having to date a nerd.
Whenever Assley wishes to date someone of her choosing we usually deny it because my daughters have terrible taste in men. She must obtain permission from both parents, and her brothers and sister unanimously.
Since most guys know she is a dog now, we invite them over and let them throw a few of her toys around the living to play fetch. I am always fascinated how Assley can still get humiliated. We have to be a bit extreme, because extreme behavior requires extreme responses.
That’s something my son Mark said one day, and I liked it so much that I had it hand painted on a flat polished slab of wood, on a sign painted to match my kitchen.
Assley’s dates typically pick her up in the evening; we have her greet them at our front door by sniffing their butts like she does with us and following us around on the floor with her tongue hanging out.
She’ll usually warn them before they meet us of what to expect, and I think she enjoys watching their reaction despite it mortifying her. She’s a very horny and desperate girl now.
One of the other benefits to her new role is that she used to pretend to be a slut and be cold as ice after leading guys on to make her feel powerful and in control.
Now, we just make her behave like the slut she pretended she was. I am sure your readers can appreciate that after wearing their butt plug long enough to miss it when we take it out, she’s experienced taking it up the ass.
We usually tell her dates that head is expected, and while I make sure that Ashley and Connie are on birth control, we’d prefer it if they fuck our daughter in the butt.
We usually get some weird looks like they think we are kidding but you can’t get pregnant with butt sex. I had these four because I didn’t want a little discomfort from having my asshole packed.
I should mention my sex life with Steve is fucking amazing and he fucks ME in the ass almost nightly. Controlling and humiliating our daughter turns him on and I know that he shouldn’t be fantasizing about her while he fucks me, but I try not to think about that and just enjoy the revitalization of our sex life.
Steve wasn’t this horny even on our wedding night.
Assley practices deep throating and is allowed to masturbate in the living room with supervision when she has been particularly good. Usually, Kevin and Steve go as far as waiting until Assley is begging for an orgasm and then they make her suddenly stop.
They’ll wait until she calms down and the pleasure fades and give her permission to start again. They don’t instruct her to play with herself. That way it’s Assley’s choice to entertain them or not.
I have little interest in watching Assley masturbate, but sometimes I’ll spoil her and let her do it when we are home alone while I talk to her about how proud I am that she isn’t a little cunt any longer.
After Assley’s date brings her home, sometimes we’ll let them punish her after they deliver a report on her behavior, and then we’ll lock her up in her crate downstairs for the night in handcuffs so she can’t continue to play all night.
Did I mention that she no longer has a room? Who would give a house pet their own bedroom? It’s a wonderful craft room for me now, and it’s very spacious. She insisted on the biggest bedroom short of ours because she was the oldest.
Now, she sleeps ass up, and rides ass up in the cargo section of our SUV.
You might think that’s cruel, but it constantly reinforces that Assley needs to have her bitch button pressed down hard and never released. The more we punish her, the more content and compliant she becomes.
It’s far more satisfying to hear Assley agree and mean it without complaining or telling us we’ll be sorry if we do whatever it is we are talking about.
The only thing that I am sorry about is that I didn’t find your magazine sooner, and that I didn’t start Assley on this continuous learning journey as a well-loved pet and admired sister.
The others tease her incessantly and point out her many flaws, and imperfections. She accepts it with modesty and apologizes from the heart.
We tease her so much and so hard that I sometimes feel a little guilty about it.
That is until I see the results of warming up her ass, denying her basic privacy and the privileges she enjoyed as Ashley like sitting at the table, clothes, and being able to talk back to us without eating a bar of soap.
I’ve had to start buying soap in bulk at Sam’s Club now because we go through so many. It’s worth that peace and harmony I mentioned at the beginning of our story.
Most everyone in the neighborhood knows about Assley’s training and have a story about how she threw rocks in their windows, or was cruel to someone they know.
She’ll never live this down, and honestly I don't think I want her to live it down. I don’t feel the least bit conflicted or ashamed of our choice to keep Assley this way.
She’s asked when we will let her go back to “normal”, and my response is usually the same. “Don’t speak unless spoken to, Assley. Nose and toes in the corner, palms flat behind your head. There is no normal any longer. We’ll tell you when you will be allowed to make decisions for yourself again but it will happen slowly and the more you ask about it, the less inclined we are to help you.”
The neighbors on either side of the house have been to our house for dinner and saw her mowing the backyard naked. They love it, and are delighted Assley is supervised most of the time. Mr. and Mrs. Davidson
live in the house next door to us. They are big fans of the results of her training, but they aren’t willing to inflict it on their niece while she is there over the summer.
I am a huge advocate of pet protocol.
Steve and I initially planned to revert Ashley to human status as soon as we verified the blackmail material was neutralized, but after reading a letter you published in last month’s issue from someone calling themselves
“Mina’s Much Obliged Mother” we just couldn’t see how it would be fair to Assley to stop keeping her in line and prevent her from going through all this effort only to revert to being a complete and utter bitch without discipline.
My husband and I realized something profound: Ashley thrived under this structure better than she did under our previous attempts at traditional parenting. We removed her goth paraphernalia (skulls, fishnets, dark makeup) not out of anger but because they symbolized a lifestyle that had been disrupting the household equilibrium.
I never discovered what secret Ashley was hiding that Kevin leveraged, nor do I care anymore. The risk she took to protect herself from exposure is outweighed by the stability our household now enjoys. Ashley has become less of a bratty teenager and more of a proactive participant in family life who understands exactly where she stands.
A few of the dirtier old men that leer at her used to get cussed out, but we instructed her to invite them over time for a blowjob any time they like.
It’s a little uncomfortable watching her slobber lovingly on another man’s cock and balls while placing tender kisses along the shaft. I’ve honestly learned a few tricks from my daughter by watching her suck cock and wash dildos with her throat.
We didn’t know that our daughter was a dick sucking machine with no gag reflex. Imagine my surprise when I found out she sucked so many cocks out in the woods by herself or with her former friends that Assley completely lost her voice.
She becomes compliant and there must be something primal in having no choice who can use your holes. It’s been a game-changer in terms of establishing who the boss is in our family.
I am pretty sure her brothers make her suck their dicks but I simply don’t ask what they do with her up in their rooms. I’ve learned to trust their judgment and Assley sees it as just another dick to love on.
I knew the jizz that ended up on her food came from somewhere. I just believe boys can’t perform without privacy, and the less I know the better about that.
Mark and Kevin have also become little angels. Keeping their sister in line has made them value harmony and clarity of instruction. They don’t break rules, they enforce them. I couldn’t be happier about the confidence they exude as they develop into leaders.
After a year, Assley has pretty much transitioned into accepting her role as the family pet at the bottom of our household hierarchy. She rides in the back of our car on her hands and knees during long drives, and most people at her school call her “The Bitch”.
Natalie just had to tell someone her best friend was such a pig. I think once Natalie’s big secret was out, she could breathe easy.
Now we are transitioning Connie into a treasured family pet as well. She was shocked when she saw a cage right by her sister’s cage in the living room. She ran straight upstairs and was dismayed to find her room devoid of furniture and her clothing
“What??? No, you can’t do this,” Connie insisted.
“I CAN do it, and I DID do it. If it’s good enough for your older sister, it’s good enough for you!”
“But, Mom!! How can you say that I don’t do chores? You don’t either! Assley does all our work now. Mark is older than me! He talks back and doesn’t lift a finger. Why not him?”
“Don’t be silly. He’s a boy. I don’t want his pecker flopping around on the floor and I don’t this kind of obedience training suits your brothers. You on the other hand will be so much more tolerable just like Assley!”
I pat my eldest daughter’s head, as she preened and rubbed against my leg while I introduce her sister to her new way of life.
“You have a choice, which is more than you gave Assley. It wasn’t my decision to turn her into a family pet. It turns out you had a good idea and we’ve had peace and harmony ever since. Now, you are starting the same drama!”
“What’s the choice?”
“You have no money to move out on, and your stuff is already gone. You don’t need it any longer. You can leave with the clothes on your back, or take those off and we will care for you, feed you and teach you to be a good girl like your sister.”
Her older sister had become insufferable and Connie seemed to be moving in that direction in the void left by Assley’s demotion to house pet.
“It’s a good deal, sis!” Kevin smacked Connie on her butt as she reluctantly undressed. “You will look good as a puppy!”
Connie squawked a bit about the tail at first, but if the tail fits, it goes up the butt whether she likes it or not. I reminded her that she started her sister with a much larger plug and we would work up to that.
“Relax your butthole, Connie,” Mark smiled at her. “Hey, no hard feelings that you tried to offer me up to be the family pet to save your own hide,” he smirked.
“I wasn’t doing it to save my hide. I just didn’t think it was fair that you don’t have to do this,” Connie pouted from the floor while on her hands and knees.
“So you agree you need it, just think I need it as well?” Mark laughed.
Connie isn’t very smart like her brothers. I actually like that about her. She didn’t have a witty come back the way Ashley would have before she became Assley.
Maybe you readers can come up with a good Pet name for Connie. Kevin likes Cunty but I can’t bring myself to call her that in public. He and her brothers think it’s hilarious.
Assley even addresses her little sister as Cunty when we allow her to speak.
It is a very effective name for keeping Connie’s mouth shut. All you really have to do is make her introduce herself to anyone by her name and watch her cheeks turn pink.
It really is good training for both of my girls. I used to worry we were going overboard. I really did plan to put a stop to it when we first discovered our daughter had been blackmailed into obeying her little brothers and sister.
I am glad I didn’t, because Connie was going down the same path as her older sister and would have been a nightmare as she got older. Most of her little friends are rich little bitches and masterful Dick suckers. They are terrible influences.
Now, Connie can practice sucking dick in front of us, without all of the attitude. Her role model can be her older sister. If Ashley taught Connie to be a brat by example, Assley can teach Cunty how to be a good pet. I'll write to you in a few months to update you on how they are getting along.
Cunty doesn’t really enjoy being on the receiving end of the garden hose and eating from dog bowls, but the reality that this is just how it has to be is finally sinking in.
Yours in Butte.
Gladys catches her kids training their older sister to be a house pet, and she's going to put a stop to it. She really is. Just maybe tomorrow after thinking about it some more. I once read a lovely Vulgus story that ends after the blackmailing older brother gets his ass kicked. All I wanted to know was how was it the next day over breakfast. Sullen and defeated he's eating his cornflakes. "Hi Jeff...no hard feelings okay?"
It's a bit long for typical letters, hopefully that's alright.
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Dear Progressive Parenting Perspectives,
My name is Gladys Gaggly of Butte, Montana, and I am a mother of four. Two bratty girls, two nerdy boys. I’ve only been reading your publication for a few months, and my letter is a little unusual even for your readers.
I wouldn’t blame you if you refuse to publish it because it sounds so outlandish, or because of its length. I sat down and started writing, and before I knew it, I had written what felt like an essay.
Like many parents, I was initially quite skeptical of your magazine's unconventional methods, and I assumed the letters page was written as a farce, with no parent considering alternative approaches to what is best for their girls through domestic discipline and treating them differently than the boys of the household.
I was raised to believe that anything a boy can do, a girl can do better, and that girls had a mandate to be modest, not immodest. My eldest daughter Ashley didn’t get that memo.
She wore short skirts, fishnets, dyed her hair, pierced her belly button and nose, and has been going through a goth phase for most of her life. She was rude, crude, and even though we love her very much, I have to admit that Ashley was kind of an asshole.
She was always bickering with her little sister Connie, and her two brothers Mark and Kevin. She was always getting in trouble at school, and she only dated bad boys that rode motorcycles and looked like they belonged on America’s Most Wanted.
Her room was filthy, and she smoked, drank, and partied despite our every attempt to curb the behavior. We suspected that she blackmailed her brothers and sister to do her chores for her, or simply threatened to kick their asses. She teased them relentlessly when we weren’t home, and only toned it down when she was home.
I chalked it up to “That’s just how Ashley is” and accepted that some things you just can’t change. How wrong I was. Change was coming, and I had no clue why.
One day the crappy behavior, the rudeness, the cruel pranks on her siblings, it all slowed to a crawl. It took me a little while to notice. She still dressed like a goth princess and had the biggest bedroom of her siblings. She started to listen to what we said, and even offered to help around the house proactively.
I didn’t want to jinx a gift horse by asking why things changed. Slowly, we saw her being overly nice to her brothers and sister. She started getting good grades. We knew our daughter was fiendishly clever and a little too smart for her own good.
I’ve always believed that smart girls tend to be wicked and cruel, because they expect too much, give too little, and scare boys off by behaving like a know-it-all.
Ashley could never keep a boyfriend, and didn’t want one. We noticed that she stopped dating entirely and started staying home on weekends. She really seemed to be turning a new leaf, and we had peace. No bickering!
The kids all got along swimmingly! I was so thrilled that I rewarded them any chance I got with pizza or fun little excursions. I assumed that the conflict had been the result of Ashley’s aggressive behavior, and without it, life was good.
When I told Ashley how proud I was of the change in her, she didn’t get combative or defensive. She actually seemed embarrassed, so I let it drop.
The only thing I worried about was that instead of dressing to reflect her new considerate personality, she leaned harder into the slutty glam-bimbo goth girl thing. Ashley had always worn a spiked leather collar, and her school didn’t seem to have any dress code at all because they allowed it.
She started wearing two pairs of metal handcuffs on her belt as an accessory, and cosplay tails hanging out of the bottom of her short skirt. Her father even commented, “You should probably clip that on the outside of your skirt, honey. People at school may think you have that where the sun doesn’t shine.” She thanked him politely and even laughed a little at his joke. She would have torn Steve a new asshole for even commenting on what she wore a few months earlier.
Ashley began to wear trashier stuff, like a hooker. She wore impossibly higher heels, shorter skirts, and sometimes I suspected no undies, even when she went to school. She had always been into vampire stuff, but now she seemed to be getting into werewolves because Ash went to school with clip-on animal ears.
It seemed a bit too cutesy for her. I was surprised that she wasn’t embarrassed wearing them every day to school like that. I was okay with it as long as the attitude improved, whatever worked, right?
Eventually, I discovered the source of Ashley’s pleasant transformation.
I returned home a little early from work, and Steve was still stuck in traffic. “Hi, I’m home! How about we go do a little shopping since I am home early?” I smiled my words as I walked into the living room. What I saw stunned me, and I simply didn’t believe it.
I wasn’t expecting anything like the scene before me. I saw Ashley on the living room floor on all fours completely naked except for her spiked dog collar, the silly wolf ears she wore to school, and the raccoon tail that she wore under her skirt actually shoved up her butt. She turned pale and froze the moment she saw me, and I stood there with my jaw on the floor. My youngest son stood over her with a leash attached to his sister’s collar and froze in place. Kevin’s twin sister had a wooden paddle in her hand with her older sister’s name engraved on it, and judging from how rosy pink Ashley’s ass was, it had been used on her recently.
I didn’t believe in spanking despite Ashley often needing an attitude adjustment; it just wasn’t my style of parenting. Mark had a dog bone that had been chewed on, and we didn’t have any pets.
“What’s going on?” I asked. I suppose I expected a simple answer. It took three hours of talking to get the story straight, and by the time Steve got home, I was still trying to connect the dots. No one’s story was the same, but I managed to ascertain that her brothers and Connie had somehow blackmailed their sister with some really big secret that I couldn’t pry from anyone. They had trained their sister like a dog and been the ones making her go to school without panties, with the tail in her butt, and the puppy-dog ears were part of her submission to their strange and humiliating game.
You can imagine that any parent who isn’t an avid reader of your magazine might suspect their kids were raving sociopaths or worse. Even an open-minded Triple P reader like your audience might have a hard time accepting this explanation. They explained that they used Ashley’s account on Amazon to purchase the paddle they used to spank her butt, and all the other gear. They maintained that it wasn’t theft because Ashley voluntarily let them have the passwords to the account and make the charges.
She was willing to admit that she had shaken them down for years and taken their Christmas money and earnings from mowing lawns, and it was only fair they take it back. It wasn’t like her, and if Ashley was so willing to confess that, then what was the secret worth humiliating herself and being walked like a dog?
I still don’t know. Even the handcuffs I thought were harmless accessories were more than decorative. Steve and I intended to put a stop to it immediately, but we still couldn’t get our heads around it.
We talked all night and theorized who the ringleader of the other three was. We concluded that it was Kevin or Mark because they had slowly become more confident, and even cocky now that their sister wasn’t chewing their asses to mock them every day. Connie had matured as well, and seemed as confident as her twin brother Kevin, so we really didn’t know who was behind it.
We fucked like we never fucked before that night, and I was thrilled when my husband finally stopped talking and just ravished me. After he finished, he did it again.
I was a happy camper until the next morning when I had to sit at the breakfast table and realize there was no way I could unsee what I saw. The idea of normal was no longer possible. My sons and daughter had turned their older sister into some kind of sex slave, and the thought of all the depraved things they might have done disgusted me to my core.
On the other hand, a tiny sliver of my thoughts were that to the outside world, and even me, Ashley seemed much more pleasant and kind. We began discovering rope, duct tape, and even a pulley Mark must have installed in the garage to suspend his sister by her wrists. He’s very nerdy but also quite handy with a wrench. We found stainless steel dog bowls, but no kibble. We found a large black dog crate folded up in the garage. We’ve never had a dog in our life. We found a kitty litter box and two bags of kitty litter.
“I guess Ashley was a kitty-cat as well as a dog,” Steve joked. “Steve, how can you joke about this?” I asked. “How can I not?” he replied. I was flustered and puzzled how a father could say that until he explained. “I can’t argue with results, Gladys. Our daughter wasn’t harmed. I know you don’t believe in spanking but I’ve been reading articles about domestic discipline in Progressive Parenting Perspectives, and I was about to suggest we at a minimum start making her hold a bar of soap in her mouth when she tells me to fuck off. Then she stopped telling me to fuck off and actually did what I said without argument.”
“You sound like you want Ashley to continue being a dog for her brothers and sister?” I couldn’t believe Steve would even think such a thing. “No, obviously that can’t continue,” Steve said, and he paused to think. “The thing is, if her secret is such a big one that she was willing to obey even her little sister after making Connie remain in her shadow for years, what’s to stop them from starting again?”
“Us!”
“Tell me the truth, Gladys. You had no clue this was going on right under our noses, and neither did I. Do you think taking all these toys away from them and locking them up is going to stop them from going back to it when our backs are turned?” He had a point, but I couldn’t see what the solution might be to that particular possibility.
Steve and I weren’t fully in agreement, but he made me sit down and read what I now call “Triple P,” and I absolutely hated it and thought the stories were cruel and naughty. I even wondered if Kevin and Mark had gotten hold of some of Steve’s back issues that he lovingly saved in the closet and it inspired them to discipline their sisters.
“Look, Ashley has been a puppy for months now, and she’s fine. Let’s have them continue for two hours and see how bad it is.” “Put on a little show for us?” “No, we’ll tell them to carry on as if we aren’t here, and we’ll evaluate whether they can continue as they have been.” “Why would Ashley go along with that?”
“She doesn’t have to, and that’s fine. If she’ll stand up to them, and let them go nuclear by spilling a secret so big that it was worth serving them, then we’ll at least find out what it is. Win/win.” I didn't think Ashley would agree, and despite my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed.
Kevin, Connie, and Mark were puzzled and skeptical when their father told them to carry on as they would normally. “Don’t hold back. We know you pop her on her ass. We found most of your toys; you may have some hidden we don’t know about but we’ll eventually find them. Despite the degrading way you treat your sister, she’s no worse for the wear, and she’s been a lot easier to deal with.”
Ashley remained melancholy and defeated, like she was in shell shock. “We won’t make you be a dog, Ashley,” I said. “Your father and I just want to see how things worked when we aren’t home. If you would rather tell us your secret yourself, we’ll take that into consideration when we decide what to do about it.”
Ashley’s response was to slowly remove her clothes. My daughter wasn’t wearing panties or a bra even though we had forbidden her siblings from continuing to control their sister. Her pussy was freshly shaved, and when she got on all fours, she already had a butt plug up her ass. “May I have my tail, Kevin? RUFF!”
I felt bad about it, but I fucking lost it. I laughed at my daughter’s humiliating request. I knew I’d probably go to hell for laughing, but it was funny. The good thing about that was that it broke the tension. The only person who thought it wasn’t funny was Ashley. Kevin, Mark, and Connie insisted that she laugh and told her it was funny.
“It’s not, Kevin,” she whined, and she rolled off of her hands and knees into a defensive position because she anticipated what was coming. It was three against one, and when they piled on her I had no idea what was happening until the hysterical laughter interrupted. “Fuck, no!! come on, ah-hah-hah! Oh fuck, not there, not in front of mom and dad, jeez, ow!!”
It was some bizarre combination of tickling, pinching, poking, and most of it focused on her ribs. I hadn’t heard Ashley laugh without sarcasm in so long that I stood there smiling and watching the three of them tickle the snot out of their naked sister until she was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Her pussy flaps were pulled out and attached to four piercings on the side of her inner thigh like a butterfly with its wings pulled back. I could see all the way inside her, and I felt bad that I thought I saw a tonsil in Ashley’s wet pussy.
She had a relatively large butt plug, and when they popped it out the first time, her ass sucked in some wind, and she got flustered. It seemed like she hated being plugged, and yet she waited with her legs apart for Connie to ram an even bigger plug with a fake tail on a chain so that it could swing freely while she crawled around. Despite our promise to go about our normal routine, Steve and I eventually sat on the couch and observed. The television wasn’t blaring. No one played video games. No one stared at their phone scrolling infinitely. We laughed; we talked; they tickled; they teased; they showed their sister off.
It was lunch before we knew it, and we had gone well past the three hours we initially suggested. “What does Ashley eat?” I asked as I started preparing lunch the way I always did. “Her name isn’t Ashley when she’s our puppy, Mom,” Connie informed me. Ashley’s face went red, and Connie told her to tell us.
“….Assley,” Ashley told us her pet name in a contrite, sullen but accepting despite her reluctance sort of way.
“Assley what?” Kevin whacked her butt with the wooden paddle bearing her name. I didn’t notice but the paddle didn’t have the name Ashley Gaggly engraved on it; it was really close, though.
“Assley Cock Gagger, Sir, Ruff!!”
I forgot to mention that we were stunned to see all the rules that Kevin, Mark and Connie had made for their older sister. It looked like they collaborated, and revised the notes to dynamically decide what was best for their sister and calling her betters “Sir” and “Ma’am” was one of those things.
I could imagine Ashley’s defiance when she was required to show respect, and I wouldn’t have dared to think she meant the words.
“Tell mom to call you Assley Cock Gagger with respect,” Mark insisted before I could stop him and say that I didn’t need to hear that.
“My name is Assley Cock Gagger, Ma’am.”
I could sense a little fading ember of defiance inside Ashley, but after that she started calling me and my husband by the same titles she used for Mark, Kevin and Connie.
I was reluctant to mash up her food and put it on the floor for her to eat while the rest of us sat at the table, but Ashley put her head right in that bowl and got her face messy slurping up the peanut and butter jelly sandwich I mashed up and poured water to soften for her.
She didn’t even use her fingers to eat. At the end, she actually thanked me and it didn’t sound forced, or sarcastic. The part that floored me was that Ashley did it without her brothers or sister telling her to do it.
“Thank you, Ma’am for feeding me. That’s better than I deserve.”
I was about to tell her not to go that far, when her father asked why she felt she deserved something else and what she normally ate.
“Mostly cans of tuna with cum on it, and whatever I am fed by the others from the table, Sir.”
She was blushing and vulnerable and I was there for it. It was kind of breathtaking to see my daughter get a comeuppance. I was going to put a stop to it after lunch, anyway.
“You feed your sister at the table?” Steve asked with disappointment in his voice.
“Yeah, little scraps of bread we spit on, or stuff we aren’t going to eat,” Kevin threw her some bread crust from his sandwich, and Ashley thanked him for it and ate it right off the floor. Her pussy and asshole were fully exposed while she faced away from us and chewed with her mouth closed.
It was a terrible habit, and one that I could never get Ashley to do before today.
“That’s terrible, son,” I assumed that Steve agreed that we needed to put a stop to it.
“Assley is going to become spoiled and expect us to hand feed her. At the very least, make her sit up and beg,” her father scolded Kevin with a shit eating grin and called out “Assley!”
He whistled and she turned around with surprise and dismay on her face as she swallowed the bread.
“Sit up,” Steve put his hands up in front of his chest like a begging dog and stuck his tongue out like he was panting.
I didn’t think Ashley would go along with it, but she sat up and begged.
“Clench your butt cheeks, knees apart,” Connie joined in the fun and snapped her fingers. “Clit out, let’s see that slimy snail or I’ll pour salt on it again.”
Ashley blushed, and for a moment her brown eyes flashed like a tiger inside a cage that wants to eat its trainer but is too afraid to try to escape. She dwarfed her little sister. I’d seen Ashley hold Connie up by her panties and bounce her in place before.
Obediently, Ashley slid her knees apart, adjusted her clit so that it was presented like a tiny erect penis and opened her mouth and panted until she drooled.
Steve took his time, and pretended to throw a scrap of bread twice to make her anticipate he was going to throw it over her head. He finally tossed it over and she caught it in her mouth.
“YAY!!!” we all cheered, and Steve told her she was a good girl.
I decided we could probably see how things go over the weekend.
By the morning, I was calling her Assley as well, and I am not sure that I can go back to Ashley anymore. Frankly, I had to do a find and replace in the early part of this document because I kept writing Assley and I knew you wouldn’t understand until I told you why we started calling her that even in public.
It’s kind of strange when I take her to Wal-Mart and call her that in front of people, but it feels natural now. I make her keep both hands on the shopping cart at all times, and surprisingly Assley is not the only one there without any panties.
Yes, we kept her outfits in public quite small. Kevin explained that at first they were doing it just to deal with her excessive pride and ego by making her look slutty to even other sluts.
“Assley’s power and identity was her clothes and makeup. Take those away and she has none. Connie took her bras and panties that she wanted, and the rest we threw in the trash.
I was livid that I had even bought new panties for Assley when I thought she had changed her attitude for the better on her own.
“I am sorry, Mom. When you took me on Mommy-daughter dates, I agreed to whatever you suggested, so I wouldn’t argue with you, Ma’am.”
I didn’t mind that she sometimes calls me mom by mistake. I rarely ever paddle her, and I wouldn’t for that. I am still her mom despite her role now as a family pet.
We keep her naked at home except for her dog collar and tail, because pets don’t wear clothes. It makes it easier to punish her, and it seems to humble Assley even though she has been naked now for almost a year.
My husband and I proposed some adjustments to the rules that Connie, Kevin and Mark invented. They were very amiable to changes, and thrilled when I typed everything into the computer and made a three ring binder we could use as a shared understanding of what we call “Pet Protocol”.
I was heavily inspired by your magazine’s philosophy on role-based reinforcement, immediate correction, directly repeating an affirmation of one’s roles or wrong doing.
The first change that I proposed was that we review Assley’s behavior each Sunday, and tell her what we liked, what we didn’t, and what she needs to do more of. We usually go over her many foibles and how much she has improved as a pet, and then decide on punishments for how many things she did wrong that week.
We correct her behavior on the spot if possible, but then on Sunday we tally all those corrections up and chart how many corrections she had during the week to see if her behavior has improved or warrants punishment during the review.
I think she is getting better, but Assley still manages to find ways to fuck up. She just no longer whines, complains, accuses me of being a tyrant, throws tantrums, intentionally breaks stuff but calls it an accident. Her favorite move was finding a way to turn around something she did wrong to make me feel like an asshole for calling her out about it.
That never happens anymore. My daughter is a completely different animal, so to speak.
A few weeks ago one of Assley’s friends, Natalie, wanted to come over. Assley begged us to make up an excuse so she could turn them away, but we told her she was always lying and Natalie would understand. Natalie is a Goth like my daughter used to be; she and Assley were partners in sarcasm and cutting classes. When I saw her standing at our door with a skeptical expression on her face, I realized she wasn’t there for fun; she had noticed how quiet the house was and what had changed in Assley’s tone since the “incident” became routine.
We allowed Natalie to come in, but first we explained that Assley preferred being treated as a pet rather than a person and had her tell her friend her real name.
“Assley Cock Gagger, Ma’am.”
At first Natalie thought it was a joke; she burst out laughing when she was addressed as Ma’am and saw Assley on all fours with the rubber tail still inserted.
The first thing she asked about was the butt plug tail in her butt and whether or not it hurt. She asked if my daughter wore it all the time, as well.
My daughter patiently explained that she is even plugged at school, and sometimes at night. “I kind of miss it when it’s not inside me,” she admitted, and added that it does hurt a little.
Kevin explained that was to remind her of what a pain in the butt she once was.
People that see Ashley’s tail love to yank on it, or play with it but very few people ask to take it out.
“Can I take it out?” Natalie was thrilled. I noticed that Natalie was a lot like my daughter used to be, brazen, careless, thoughtless, rude and self indulgent.
“You’ll have to ask my parents, but I have to warn you that my plug might have a little poopy on it, Ma’am.”
Kevin reminded her that she could ask him or her siblings by pulling her hair to get her attention and then twisting her nipples.
“Sorry, Sir. I know you, Mark and Connie are the boss of me. I haven’t forgotten.”
Whatever control Kevin and the others had over her to make her so compliant had to be massive or their sister had simply stopped fighting becoming a house pet and a sex slave.
Natalie got a chance to inspect the tail and play with it while Assley watched. Afterward Assley sucked it clean and easily pushed it back up her ass with a twist, The pair spent several hours in the backyard playing fetch like a dog, which made the whole situation absurdly domestic.
Before Natalie left, I took Assley aside and insisted she offer to eat her friend’s pussy for being such a good friend and worrying about her.
“She’s not a carpet muncher, Ma’am.”
“Well, YOU are a carpet muncher, and she won’t be eating pussy. You will. Do as you are told.”
She got the message, and Natalie swooned after she got eaten out on top of my washing machine. She comes over pretty regularly now for the same thing.
I think it’s great that my daughter does something with her mouth other than telling lies, complaining and gobbling down snacks. Giving pleasure is hard for an inherently selfish person like her. The desire to serve must be learned, not forced.
Assley’s academic performance continued to reflect her intelligence once we started really punishing the things we didn’t like, and rewarding the things we did.
Her brothers and little sister monitored her study habits alongside her leash walks. They ensured she completed assignments before allowing her back upstairs for any leisure time. However, even with this structure.
Assley occasionally resorted to old rebellious tactics when she felt restricted. For instance, during a recent math unit, her grades slipped as she attempted to write an essay critical of the teacher and assignment instead of completing the required work. The piece was vulgar, crass, and entirely on topic of her resistance to authority in general. When we were brought to school for disciplinary review, the math teacher had already heard about her status at home; he simply asked if this defiance was cutting into study time more than usual.
I was livid. All that effort to discipline her, and my daughter was still showing the signs of defiance and cruelty that were buried deeply in her nature.
Mr. Faraday was fascinated with Assley’s dog like behavior and explained to me how the famous Pavlov’s dog experiment paralleled the behavior reinforcement we were using on her.
Life as a dog was Assley’s new normal for the foreseeable future, and I doubted she could have stopped being our pet at home even if we insisted. She had developed the same response to our control as Pavlov’s dog had to his bell.
At this point, I was applying the lessons from back issues of Progressive Parenting Perspectives and the degrading things she did on a regular basis no longer shocked or fascinated me.
The teacher on the other hand was so thrilled that she was getting trained this way that he offered to tutor Assley for free. She sat on the floor with her paws extended while he explained concepts and then tested her recall and we eventually trusted him enough with a wooden rod to give her physical corrections.
Assley’s a tough little cunt, she needs a good firm whacking to respect whoever is holding the rod. Trust me, I was wasting my time being merciful with her spankings in the first few months.
She jumps when her dad tells her to jump, because his spankings really stick her fat little ass.
We were concerned that the teacher’s motive for doing this for free was sex with our daughter. I kept a close eye on him and forbade my daughter from flirting with him. I stipulated that during sessions she may speak only when directly addressed about her work.
I sat down with him after noticing his boner throbbing in his jeans and told him that if he was thinking about sex with Assley he could forget it.
“It’s not like that at all!”
“Good, because if I catch you fucking my daughter, I’ll ask you to stop tutoring her.”
“Completely understandable,” he replied. My daughter was mortified that I’d talk to her teacher that way.
“In order to deal with that,” I nodded at his boner and the teacher grew tremendously embarrassed.
“You can tell Assley to blow you when you first arrive, to get it out of the way. If she gets straight A’s we can let you use her ass, but I’d rather you take her in another room. As long as you don’t fuck her in her pussy and let her enjoy it too much.”
“Why don’t you want Assley to enjoy sex?”
“She hasn’t earned it and if she has to work for it, she’ll appreciate it more. She likes sucking dick, but
Eventually, Ashley started to sulk in her room and use it as a place to hide out. Jeff’s suggestion was deemed brilliant by the others that Ashley have a designated spot in the living room to wait for anyone who needs her to complete a chore.
I have to admit that I am kind of lazy now. I don’t have to lift a finger around the house except to check for dust she left behind. Jeff no longer has to mow or edge the lawn.
Assley gets to stand up for a while and stretch, get sweaty and show our family just how much she appreciates us for insisting she remain a pet for her own good.
She’s no longer combative about that, either. I discovered that Assley was not the sex-hound she led me to believe that she was before this all came out. She was ruthless to men, and enjoyed leading them on, through an emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows full of uncertainty about where they stood, only to dump them when they got too close.
She didn’t start dating right away. Connie completely forbade it, and Mark and Kevin only wanted her to date their friends that were not Assley’s types at all.
That’s why I thought it was a good idea that we pick her dates for her and make her ask them out. We don’t just punish Assley. We’ll incentivize her with liver treats, and belly rubs to not be a dick to the guy to avoid having to date a nerd.
Whenever Assley wishes to date someone of her choosing we usually deny it because my daughters have terrible taste in men. She must obtain permission from both parents, and her brothers and sister unanimously.
Since most guys know she is a dog now, we invite them over and let them throw a few of her toys around the living to play fetch. I am always fascinated how Assley can still get humiliated. We have to be a bit extreme, because extreme behavior requires extreme responses.
That’s something my son Mark said one day, and I liked it so much that I had it hand painted on a flat polished slab of wood, on a sign painted to match my kitchen.
Assley’s dates typically pick her up in the evening; we have her greet them at our front door by sniffing their butts like she does with us and following us around on the floor with her tongue hanging out.
She’ll usually warn them before they meet us of what to expect, and I think she enjoys watching their reaction despite it mortifying her. She’s a very horny and desperate girl now.
One of the other benefits to her new role is that she used to pretend to be a slut and be cold as ice after leading guys on to make her feel powerful and in control.
Now, we just make her behave like the slut she pretended she was. I am sure your readers can appreciate that after wearing their butt plug long enough to miss it when we take it out, she’s experienced taking it up the ass.
We usually tell her dates that head is expected, and while I make sure that Ashley and Connie are on birth control, we’d prefer it if they fuck our daughter in the butt.
We usually get some weird looks like they think we are kidding but you can’t get pregnant with butt sex. I had these four because I didn’t want a little discomfort from having my asshole packed.
I should mention my sex life with Steve is fucking amazing and he fucks ME in the ass almost nightly. Controlling and humiliating our daughter turns him on and I know that he shouldn’t be fantasizing about her while he fucks me, but I try not to think about that and just enjoy the revitalization of our sex life.
Steve wasn’t this horny even on our wedding night.
Assley practices deep throating and is allowed to masturbate in the living room with supervision when she has been particularly good. Usually, Kevin and Steve go as far as waiting until Assley is begging for an orgasm and then they make her suddenly stop.
They’ll wait until she calms down and the pleasure fades and give her permission to start again. They don’t instruct her to play with herself. That way it’s Assley’s choice to entertain them or not.
I have little interest in watching Assley masturbate, but sometimes I’ll spoil her and let her do it when we are home alone while I talk to her about how proud I am that she isn’t a little cunt any longer.
After Assley’s date brings her home, sometimes we’ll let them punish her after they deliver a report on her behavior, and then we’ll lock her up in her crate downstairs for the night in handcuffs so she can’t continue to play all night.
Did I mention that she no longer has a room? Who would give a house pet their own bedroom? It’s a wonderful craft room for me now, and it’s very spacious. She insisted on the biggest bedroom short of ours because she was the oldest.
Now, she sleeps ass up, and rides ass up in the cargo section of our SUV.
You might think that’s cruel, but it constantly reinforces that Assley needs to have her bitch button pressed down hard and never released. The more we punish her, the more content and compliant she becomes.
It’s far more satisfying to hear Assley agree and mean it without complaining or telling us we’ll be sorry if we do whatever it is we are talking about.
The only thing that I am sorry about is that I didn’t find your magazine sooner, and that I didn’t start Assley on this continuous learning journey as a well-loved pet and admired sister.
The others tease her incessantly and point out her many flaws, and imperfections. She accepts it with modesty and apologizes from the heart.
We tease her so much and so hard that I sometimes feel a little guilty about it.
That is until I see the results of warming up her ass, denying her basic privacy and the privileges she enjoyed as Ashley like sitting at the table, clothes, and being able to talk back to us without eating a bar of soap.
I’ve had to start buying soap in bulk at Sam’s Club now because we go through so many. It’s worth that peace and harmony I mentioned at the beginning of our story.
Most everyone in the neighborhood knows about Assley’s training and have a story about how she threw rocks in their windows, or was cruel to someone they know.
She’ll never live this down, and honestly I don't think I want her to live it down. I don’t feel the least bit conflicted or ashamed of our choice to keep Assley this way.
She’s asked when we will let her go back to “normal”, and my response is usually the same. “Don’t speak unless spoken to, Assley. Nose and toes in the corner, palms flat behind your head. There is no normal any longer. We’ll tell you when you will be allowed to make decisions for yourself again but it will happen slowly and the more you ask about it, the less inclined we are to help you.”
The neighbors on either side of the house have been to our house for dinner and saw her mowing the backyard naked. They love it, and are delighted Assley is supervised most of the time. Mr. and Mrs. Davidson
live in the house next door to us. They are big fans of the results of her training, but they aren’t willing to inflict it on their niece while she is there over the summer.
I am a huge advocate of pet protocol.
Steve and I initially planned to revert Ashley to human status as soon as we verified the blackmail material was neutralized, but after reading a letter you published in last month’s issue from someone calling themselves
“Mina’s Much Obliged Mother” we just couldn’t see how it would be fair to Assley to stop keeping her in line and prevent her from going through all this effort only to revert to being a complete and utter bitch without discipline.
My husband and I realized something profound: Ashley thrived under this structure better than she did under our previous attempts at traditional parenting. We removed her goth paraphernalia (skulls, fishnets, dark makeup) not out of anger but because they symbolized a lifestyle that had been disrupting the household equilibrium.
I never discovered what secret Ashley was hiding that Kevin leveraged, nor do I care anymore. The risk she took to protect herself from exposure is outweighed by the stability our household now enjoys. Ashley has become less of a bratty teenager and more of a proactive participant in family life who understands exactly where she stands.
A few of the dirtier old men that leer at her used to get cussed out, but we instructed her to invite them over time for a blowjob any time they like.
It’s a little uncomfortable watching her slobber lovingly on another man’s cock and balls while placing tender kisses along the shaft. I’ve honestly learned a few tricks from my daughter by watching her suck cock and wash dildos with her throat.
We didn’t know that our daughter was a dick sucking machine with no gag reflex. Imagine my surprise when I found out she sucked so many cocks out in the woods by herself or with her former friends that Assley completely lost her voice.
She becomes compliant and there must be something primal in having no choice who can use your holes. It’s been a game-changer in terms of establishing who the boss is in our family.
I am pretty sure her brothers make her suck their dicks but I simply don’t ask what they do with her up in their rooms. I’ve learned to trust their judgment and Assley sees it as just another dick to love on.
I knew the jizz that ended up on her food came from somewhere. I just believe boys can’t perform without privacy, and the less I know the better about that.
Mark and Kevin have also become little angels. Keeping their sister in line has made them value harmony and clarity of instruction. They don’t break rules, they enforce them. I couldn’t be happier about the confidence they exude as they develop into leaders.
After a year, Assley has pretty much transitioned into accepting her role as the family pet at the bottom of our household hierarchy. She rides in the back of our car on her hands and knees during long drives, and most people at her school call her “The Bitch”.
Natalie just had to tell someone her best friend was such a pig. I think once Natalie’s big secret was out, she could breathe easy.
Now we are transitioning Connie into a treasured family pet as well. She was shocked when she saw a cage right by her sister’s cage in the living room. She ran straight upstairs and was dismayed to find her room devoid of furniture and her clothing
“What??? No, you can’t do this,” Connie insisted.
“I CAN do it, and I DID do it. If it’s good enough for your older sister, it’s good enough for you!”
“But, Mom!! How can you say that I don’t do chores? You don’t either! Assley does all our work now. Mark is older than me! He talks back and doesn’t lift a finger. Why not him?”
“Don’t be silly. He’s a boy. I don’t want his pecker flopping around on the floor and I don’t this kind of obedience training suits your brothers. You on the other hand will be so much more tolerable just like Assley!”
I pat my eldest daughter’s head, as she preened and rubbed against my leg while I introduce her sister to her new way of life.
“You have a choice, which is more than you gave Assley. It wasn’t my decision to turn her into a family pet. It turns out you had a good idea and we’ve had peace and harmony ever since. Now, you are starting the same drama!”
“What’s the choice?”
“You have no money to move out on, and your stuff is already gone. You don’t need it any longer. You can leave with the clothes on your back, or take those off and we will care for you, feed you and teach you to be a good girl like your sister.”
Her older sister had become insufferable and Connie seemed to be moving in that direction in the void left by Assley’s demotion to house pet.
“It’s a good deal, sis!” Kevin smacked Connie on her butt as she reluctantly undressed. “You will look good as a puppy!”
Connie squawked a bit about the tail at first, but if the tail fits, it goes up the butt whether she likes it or not. I reminded her that she started her sister with a much larger plug and we would work up to that.
“Relax your butthole, Connie,” Mark smiled at her. “Hey, no hard feelings that you tried to offer me up to be the family pet to save your own hide,” he smirked.
“I wasn’t doing it to save my hide. I just didn’t think it was fair that you don’t have to do this,” Connie pouted from the floor while on her hands and knees.
“So you agree you need it, just think I need it as well?” Mark laughed.
Connie isn’t very smart like her brothers. I actually like that about her. She didn’t have a witty come back the way Ashley would have before she became Assley.
Maybe you readers can come up with a good Pet name for Connie. Kevin likes Cunty but I can’t bring myself to call her that in public. He and her brothers think it’s hilarious.
Assley even addresses her little sister as Cunty when we allow her to speak.
It is a very effective name for keeping Connie’s mouth shut. All you really have to do is make her introduce herself to anyone by her name and watch her cheeks turn pink.
It really is good training for both of my girls. I used to worry we were going overboard. I really did plan to put a stop to it when we first discovered our daughter had been blackmailed into obeying her little brothers and sister.
I am glad I didn’t, because Connie was going down the same path as her older sister and would have been a nightmare as she got older. Most of her little friends are rich little bitches and masterful Dick suckers. They are terrible influences.
Now, Connie can practice sucking dick in front of us, without all of the attitude. Her role model can be her older sister. If Ashley taught Connie to be a brat by example, Assley can teach Cunty how to be a good pet. I'll write to you in a few months to update you on how they are getting along.
Cunty doesn’t really enjoy being on the receiving end of the garden hose and eating from dog bowls, but the reality that this is just how it has to be is finally sinking in.
Yours in Butte.
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It's so long that it will get published on its own as the Progressive Parenting Perspectives Annual Special issue.EddieDavidson wrote: Sat Oct 24, 2026 7:14 pm It's a bit long for typical letters, hopefully that's alright.
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This might be my favorite story of yours yet. I think it's because it leaves so much unsaid that there's room for imagination to fill in the gaps and take it in directions you never wrote out (or intended).EddieDavidson wrote: Sat Oct 24, 2026 7:14 pm I was thinking about a story after the story. I've read a thousand blackmail stories where the things the person had to do to do were vastly worse than the blackmail material coming out would have been. I'll read a thousand more, but what almost never happens is the parents walk in and catch them in the middle of their little games.
Gladys catches her kids training their older sister to be a house pet, and she's going to put a stop to it. She really is. Just maybe tomorrow after thinking about it some more. I once read a lovely Vulgus story that ends after the blackmailing older brother gets his ass kicked. All I wanted to know was how was it the next day over breakfast. Sullen and defeated he's eating his cornflakes. "Hi Jeff...no hard feelings okay?"
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Got a title for this?EddieDavidson wrote: Sat Oct 24, 2026 7:14 pm My name is Gladys Gaggly of Butte, Montana, and I am a mother of four.
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I think Gladys Gaggly From Butte, Montana says it all as a title. I have some stories I want to tell that might be better as letters, tbh
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Awesome! Thanks for your contribution to thisEddieDavidson wrote: Wed Oct 28, 2026 1:52 pm I think Gladys Gaggly From Butte, Montana says it all as a title. I have some stories I want to tell that might be better as letters, tbh
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A reluctant father becomes a beliver
Dear Progressive Parenting,
First off, I need to be honest: I’m not a reader; my wife is. I’m also not a believer in issue 17, or I should say that I wasn’t. I write this in hopes of reaching other reluctant fathers and helping change their minds. As a father that feels very protective of his youngest child and only daughter, this went against every instinct I had. I thought my wife was crazy when she had me read issue 17. I outright refused. She convinced me to read the response letters. I slept on it and gave in. I said we would only try it once at first. Using nudity on a developing girl felt wrong, but I have to say the results speak for themselves. Grades, behavior, and general attitude have all improved. Not to mention the water we are saving by cutting down on a young teen’s laundry. Since our daughter is naked a lot. Not because she’s constantly acting out. To be honest, we simply prefer her that way now.
My name is Ben. My wife and I have three children. 17-year-old Kyle, 15-year-old Miles, and 13-year-old Maddie. Maddie is a sweet girl, but as I’m sure you know, sweet girls can have big attitudes. It won’t make much sense to describe our sons, but I’ll describe Maddie for the reader, as I’m not sure you’ll publish the pictures we sent in. Maddie is a short girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She’s a skinny little thing, being a runner. One of the top athletes on her track team. But that means her breasts are small, but we are seeing growth in them. For being skinny, she has a very shapely little butt. Never did I think I would ever describe my daughter's body to strangers. But I’ll go into much more detail on her in a bit. Me, my wife, and her brothers now know every inch of Maddie’s naked little form.
Maddie’s attitude consisted of a lot of talking back, rolling her eyes, and having to be told many, many times to do her chores or go to bed. We have the same problems with our sons too, but they don’t seem to fight as much. And conventional punishments seem to work on them. So after I decided to give in to my wife, we gathered the children and sat them down in the living room. I’m going to do my best to recreate the conversation.
We told our kids that there would be changes to how we handled punishment. We explained the point of using nudity and embarrassment. They were all shocked. The boys were ready to argue until we dropped the bombshell.
“This new set of rules will only apply to Maddie. Nothing is going to change for you boys.” I said. My wife wanted me to break the news. She thought it would have greater weight coming from a man. Kyle and Miles looked relieved. Maddie was defiant.
“What!? Why only me!? I’m not getting naked in front of you all!” Maddie said.
“This new system is most effective on girls, honey.” My wife told her. “And I’ve read that it also helps boys too.”
“No way! I don’t even get naked in the locker room at school! I’m not doing this!” Maddie argued.
“Don’t talk back to your father! You know there are consequences for that.” My wife Carol said.
"Yes, you are, Maddie. I don’t like your tone, so this is a good opportunity to try it out now," I said to my daughter. “I want you to take off everything you have on now, slowly, one item at a time.”
“No! I’m not getting naked in front of you and them!” Maddie screamed as she pointed at her brothers.
“Fine, then no more track. Either you strip completely naked right now, or you quit track.” I told her. She argued some more, but I held firm. I knew she would give in. Maddie was one of the top runners on her team; she would not let anything stand between her and track.
Maddie folded her arms defiantly. “Fine.”
I pulled her up from the couch by her arm, not forcefully. She was my little princess, but she needed an attitude adjustment. I guided her to stand in front of the couch where everyone was seated. I sat back down with them. “One item at a time.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then her shorts were dropped to her feet. She was just in her sports bra and panties now, having just come from track practice that afternoon. She begged again not to continue. But I simply said, "Keep going.”
She pulled her sports bra off; we only got a quick glance of her pink nipples before she covered them with her arm. She managed to get her panties off and keep a hand over her vulva. I let her stand there for a few minutes, covering herself. But that couldn’t continue. “Stand up straight and put your arms at your sides. Tears were falling from her face, and she begged and begged. I had to fight every fatherly instinct I had not to throw a blanket over her and cradle her until she stopped crying. But I again told her to drop her arms.
She did, and we were all graced with the view of her naked body. The last time I saw Maddie naked, she was 9. Her cute round face was streaming with tears, making her stunning green eyes stand out. Her breasts were tiny; being a skinny runner, there wasn’t much body fat at all. But her breasts were there, with the puffiest pink nipples I had ever seen. They were just starting to grow, so her nipples had that immature look to them. Her chest heaved with her panicked breathing. Her lower lips were prominent and tightly together. You could see through to the other side through her thigh gap. Maddie was in excellent shape. She either shaved or hadn't started growing hair yet; her mons and lips were completely hairless.
“Check it out, Kyle! Maddie doesn't have any hair yet!” Miles said.
“With how tiny her chest is, I’m not surprised!” Kyle and Miles laughed.
“That's enough, you two!” I shut them down. “The point of this isn’t to make Maddie feel bad about herself. We are to be supportive and caring, even if she’s being punished. Now apologize!”
They both did. I wanted to take a firm hand on this right away. Remembering what I read about this in your issue. I told them both that they would have their own punishments for making fun of Maddie.
“Make them get naked!” Maddie pleaded.
“No, honey. Your brothers will face their own punishment, but we won’t be making them take their clothes off.” Carol told her.
“Why not!? That's not fair! Why do I have to be naked and they don’t!?”
“Because they are boys and you are a girl. We told you that this new discipline system only applies to you. It won’t work on boys.” I added.
Maddie stomped her foot and pouted but stopped arguing. We let her stand there, naked, for probably 30 minutes while we talked about issue 17 with them. We finally ended Maddie’s nudity and allowed her to get dressed.
“The next time we have to strip you, it's going to be worse. So I suggest you don’t talk back anymore.” Carol told her.
That first stripping had an immediate effect; Maddie stopped rolling her eyes and stopped talking back, and her attitude in general improved. She was mad at me and my wife for about two days after that. But things went back to normal. I then realized that there was merit to this. My wife and I discussed how it would be worse for Maddie when she did get in trouble again. I felt what my wife suggested was extreme, but she convinced me.
No young teen girl can check her attitude forever, and Maddie eventually found herself in trouble again. We had her stand in front of us like that last time and strip completely naked. She didn’t cry this time but was no less embarrassed. But then we told her what was to be different this time. We told Maddie to turn around and face away from us, stand with her legs wide apart, and bend over, keeping her knees straight. Needless to say she was mortified. Now we were all getting a view of her little pussy from behind. But then the bombshell was dropped.
“Reach your hands back on your butt.” I told her, and she did. “Now pull them apart as wide as you can.” And after more begging and crying, she did just that.
With Maddie bent over and pulling her butt apart, she was horribly exposed. Her picked pink butthole was out in the open. Not to mention her pussy, which was also showing some pink as her lips were separated a little. We then all talked about her body, both to each other and to her. We told her everything we could see and asked her how embarrassed she was to be showing it to us.
“Are you embarrassed your brothers can see your butthole, Maddie?” My wife asked. She was devious.
“YES! Of course I am!!” Maddied yelled.
“Check that attitude right now, missy! You just earned yourself an additional punishment!” I told her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Maddie.” Kyle said. “I think your little butthole is cute!”
Maddie huffed in defiant frustration.
“Your brother gave you a compliment; what do you say?” Carol told her.
“Thank you.” my daughter said through gritted teeth.
“For what?” My wife added.
“For saying I have a cute butthole," Maddie said.
“You’re welcome, Maddie.” Kyle answered.
We made Maddie stand there holding herself open for longer than we did the first night. It must have been an extremely embarrassing time for her. I can imagine no girl would want to be in that position in her living room, in front of her family. Being bent over was harder for Maddie; she lost her balance a few times, but each time we made her get up and resume her position.
My daughter had nothing to hide in that position; I could have sworn that I could see some moisture building between her legs. But I didn’t want to check just yet. My wife told me later on that she thought she could see it too. It's funny how teenage girl hormones can betray her body in these events.
We finally let her stand straight, but this time we didn’t let her get dressed. We added a new rule that anytime she is stripped, she will have to stay naked for the rest of the day. She cried but didn’t try to argue. She was getting the message that talking back was no longer going to be tolerated. We also told her that the next time would be even worse.
“How could it possibly get any worse?” She stomped her feet; her small breasts jiggled some. Her puffy nipples seemed to be even more puffy. More signs of her arousal.
“Trust me, young lady, it can and will.”
So Maddie spent the rest of the day naked. We didn’t let her hide in her room either. She had to stay in the living room or kitchen areas. We even told her she could hang out in her brother’s rooms, but she didn’t like that idea.
Well, that time definitely got her attention again. She was a perfect little angel for a while after. She was mad at us again for a couple of days, but she got over it. Much to my surprise. She would express some frustration when one of her brothers got in trouble and they got simple one- or two-day groundings, but other than that this was really working. But that only lasted so long again. And true to our word, it was much worse for Maddie.
She argued with her mom over a spelling test, something we’ve been on her for all year. All of our children failed a test that week. We told our sons they were grounded for the weekend, and we told Maddie she would have to strip again. In a funny way she was getting the better deal. She just had to deal with some embarrassing nudity; she still got to keep her phone and could play video games while her brothers couldn’t. But seeing as how her brothers were being punished for the weekend, it wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t either. So if she wanted to play video games, she would have to do it naked.
We again had her sand in the living room in front of the rest of us. Slowly strip until she was completely naked. We told her it would be worse. I’ll never forget the look of panic on her face. I was fully over my reservations on this punishment system at this point; her cute face looked even cuter when she panicked.
“I want you to take your clit between your fingers and gently roll it.” I told her, pointing at her little clit that was poking out. We could see it the last time too; she might hate being naked, but her body was responding to it.
“My…what?” Maddie asked, trying to play dumb.
“We know you know what it is. Your mother and I heard you through the wall before. Now do as you're told.”
Tears were now welling up in her eyes as she gripped her clit with the fingers of her right hand. Her dominant hand. The one I knew she masturbated with. She did as I told her and rolled her clit back and forth. This must have been a new level of humiliation for her. She was essentially masturbating in front of us, and she knew it. We didn’t intend to have her orgasm, but after a few minutes of her touching herself, her breathing was starting to become labored. She didn’t close her eyes and probably didn’t want to give a hint that she was starting to feel good. But she did look into one corner of the room. Concentrating hard on keeping control over her body. She was very obviously aroused now; I was wondering if her brothers could tell.
My wife and I exchanged knowing looks; we both knew where this was about to go. “Maddie, pinch your nipple with your other hand and roll it too.” Maddie didn’t even argue; she was too focused on not having an orgasm or having an orgasm. I wasn’t sure. But she was concentrating. She did as I told her and started pinching and rolling her nipple. Soon soft little whimpers were coming out of her mouth.
We didn’t let her stop; I told her several times to keep going and that she was doing good. After several more minutes of teasing her clit, she started to openly rub herself while pulling on her nipple. Now she was full-on masturbating. Our youngest child and only daughter was putting on a lewd display for her brothers and parents. We were not going to stop her. About a minute or two past and she cried out, her knees shaking. Then her whole body shook, her mouth in an O shape. It was clear to me that she had done this before, and I never thought I would ever think this about my daughter, but it was so cute to watch. When her orgasm was finally done, I allowed her to drop her arms to her sides.
“From now on any time we strip you, you’ll have to masturbate.” I told her. My wife nodded at me in approval. Maddie whined and begged not to.
“This was the most embarrassing moment of my life!” Maddie cried out.
“That’s the point. No more arguing or you’ll do it again.” I told her. “Now go get washed up for dinner, and no getting dressed.”
“Aw, I kinda wanted to see her bend over again.” Miles complained.
“Just for a few minutes. " My wife said. “Bend over Maddie and spread that cute butt.”
“But Mom! Why does he get to tell me what to do!?”
“Arguing is what got you in this situation, Maddie.” I jumped in. “If your brothers want to see you bent over, then you’ll do it.”
Maddie stomped her foot again but bent over and spread herself like last time. She spent the rest of the night completely naked. We made her stay in common areas; I think she started blushing the entire time. She just masturbated herself to orgasm in front of all of us; that had to be the last thing a teenage girl wanted to do.
We carried on like that; whenever Maddie would get in trouble, we would strip her, and she would masturbate. We wouldn’t let her stop until she cummed. We would sometimes let her brothers position her in different ways. Always really embarrassing for Maddie. Once, we all sat down to watch a movie together. Maddie had already been stripped, so she was naked. And instead of letting her sit on the couch, her brother Kyle had Maddie on her hands and knees in front of us facing the RV, head down and legs spread. He made her arc her back so she was really sticking her butt in the air. For the whole movie we have an incredible view of her pussy and anus. It was incredibly lewd, and Maddie had to stay in that position for a couple of hours. On another occasion, after Maddie had just cummed in front of us, we had her brothers stand next to her and snapped a picture of the three of them. It’s printed and on the fridge. A very naked Maddie between two clothed teenage boys. A look of sheer embarrassment, but she did manage to smile.
We found that masturbating really calmed Maddie down. We use it often. Sometimes, when we are in public and decide not to strip her, we make her put her hand down her pants or up her skirt and masturbate herself. This always seemed to calm her down. This is a great example of why this parenting style would never work with boys. The mess they would create would be more trouble than its worth, and a girl is able to have several orgasms throughout the day. It does create a mess in her panties, but it's much easier to manage.
Having Maddie masturbate herself became our go-to punishment. It not only calmed her down, but it actually calmed her brothers down too. Whatever the kids would be arguing about would be completely forgotten when the boys watched their little sister cum in front of them.
One standout moment in Maddie’s masturbation happened on a road trip. This one might have been a bit harsh, given that Maddie was not at fault. But we had a strict policy that any fighting happening in the car when one of our parents was driving would get in trouble. Our SUV was small, so the back seat was full with the luggage and souvenirs. This forced the kids to all share the middle row, Maddie in the middle since she was the youngest. Kyle was in a mood because we didn’t let him have his phone the whole trip; it was family time, but he wanted to talk to his girlfriend. It doesn’t matter how it started, just that it wasn’t Maddie’s fault. But she fought back with him, and that was against the rules, and we wanted to stay consistent. Kyle lost his phone for the week and was forbidden from talking for the rest of the trip. But poor Maddie…
“You know the drill now; undress and get to it!” I told her. Maddied whimpered and whined about how unfair it was, but she obeyed. I noticed that she didn’t hesitate nearly as much anymore. “Toss your clothes in the back; you won’t be needing them for the rest of the day.”
Maddie did as she was told; now completely naked, I had her drape her legs over her brothers, who were on each side of her. This was the closest she had been to them while having to masturbate. Maddie started, and after a few minutes she was very worked up. She eventually realized that the faster she cums, the faster it will be over for her. So she really got into it. I wasn’t able to watch because I was driving, but I could hear her moans and her masturbation sounds. I could watch her face through the mirror, as well as see her breasts. Soon enough Maddie was moaning in orgasmic pleasure. After the first week of masturbating, she stopped trying to hold in her moans and whimpers. She sounded so much like her mother.
I didn’t think it would be fair for her brother to be punished for the rest of the trip and not her, so I told Maddie to keep touching herself until we got home. We still had another 2 hours left by then; poor Maddie had the longest masturbation session of her young life. She cummed at least 4 more times during the car ride. We only let her take a break when we stopped for gas and the bathroom. Of course Maddie could not get dressed, so she opted not to walk in the store to use the restroom. But I did make her get out to pump gas in the car. I kept an eye on her, of course, but she looked so cute trying to pump gas as fast as she could while looking around. She was partially hidden but definitely turned more than a few heads. Eventually her bladder got the best of her, and she begged to pee when we got back on the road. I didn’t want any messes in the car, so I pulled over so she could tinkle on the side of the road. Then it was back to touching herself.
I’ve written about some big moments for Maddie, and there are many more I could write about. But I’ll end on a big one. First, a little explanation: on our kids' birthdays, we give them an additional gift. We grant their birthday wish after they blow out the candles, as long as the wish is within reason. They will wish for dinner at a fancy restaurant or a trip to the movies—a day with no chores. Things like that. Well, it was Miles’s birthday, and he made a wish that involved Maddie.
The school the kids went to was on the smaller side, and Miles knew several of Maddie’s boy classmates pretty well. He would be a teacher's aide in some classes or help with coaching in PE. So many of Maddie’s classmates were at the party. When Miles blew out his candles, he announced out loud what he wanted his birthday wish to be.
“I wish for Maddie to take my birthday spankings for me…naked!"
There were gasps in the room. None of the party goers knew about the new arrangement in our house. None were more shocked than Maddie was. Her mouth hung open as she looked at me, hoping I would deny the wish.
“That seems reasonable to me.” I answered.
Maddie went into full-on begging mode. Saying over and over that we couldn’t allow this. We told her that it was her brother’s birthday and that she will be honoring his wish. The other kids couldn’t believe it as we gathered everyone in the living room. Maddie finally stopped arguing and accepted her fate. I had Maddie start undressing. The other boys were locked on to her as she took off everything she had on. She only briefly tried to cover. When she saw me shaking my head, she dropped her arms to her sides. Letting everyone at the party get a full frontal view of her naked body. She kept shaving all this time so her pussy was still bald. She shook a little, and her face was beet red with embarrassment.
The point of this type of parting structure was to embarrass the girl, so I didn't want her to simply lay over the couch. That wouldn’t be enough. I had her get on the coffee table on her knees and lean forward until her face was on the other side. And of course her knees were as wide as the table would allow. With her butt in the air and legs spread, her pussy and anus were once again very exposed. But this time there are too many boys from her school. But I was impressed with how well she was handling the situation; she wasn’t bawling her eyes out like she did that first night. She was very embarrassed but was being strong about it. More and more she was accepting her new standing in the family.
Miles had turned 16, so that meant as many spanks for Maddie. I decided to let the boys from her class have the honor, and there were 8 of them. So each boy was going to get 2 of them. I instructed the boys to make it sting but not too much; Maddie was not being punished, just fulfilling her brother’s wish. Each boy lined up behind Maddie, no doubt getting a good view of her charms, and delivered a spank to each cheek. A loud crack echoed with each one. Maddie winced and cried out but managed not to cry. I was impressed that none of the boys tried anything. Maddie is my daughter, but I’m not blind; she is a very attractive girl. But the boys controlled themselves. The 16 spanks were delivered, and Maddie’s little butt was red with handprints. Maddie stayed in her position, knowing by now that she wasn’t allowed to move until one of us told her to.
I noticed my wife whispering something to Miles, and then she announced, "And one more to grow on!”
Miles went to Maddie to deliver this last spank. But instead of hitting one of her cheeks, he swung his hand up and hit her square on her exposed pussy.
“AHHH! Miles, what the hell!?” Maddie cried out.
“Launguage, Maddie. He only did what I told him to," my wife said.
“That looked like it really hurt; you better rub the sting out.” I added. Maddie looked at me like I was crazy. She knew where I was going with the suggestion. But knowing that arguing would only make things worse. Still in her position, she reached her hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy.
The partygoers watched in fascination. I was told later on by some of the parents that they intended on trying out this method on their daughters.
Maddie rubbed her pussy for a few minutes, getting very turned on in the process. “The sting is gone now; I’m okay now, Dad." She said to me, a last attempt to save herself.
“Better keep going.” Was all I told her.
Maddie closed her eyes and vigorously masturbated herself in front of everyone. I suppose she figured to get it over with quickly was best. Soon she was holding in moans with one hand while the other was pleasuring herself.
My wife wanted to get a picture with Maddie and her brothers, as well as the boys who spanked her. She told Maddie to stay in her position but to look back and smile. Maddie’s face was redder than her butt’s, but she forced one. We sent in this picture with the letter. You have our permission to print it. We blurred out the faces of the other boys, as we did not let other parents know we were sending this photo in. But several of them wanted copies, which we did provide.
Below is a picture of ten boys; in the center is a naked girl. She is kneeling on a coffee table with her butt pointing towards the camera. Her legs are spread widely; her vagina can clearly be seen. It’s glistening with moisture. Above her vagina is her pink anus. The blonde girl is looking back with an embarrassed smile on her face. The faces of her brothers can be seen, but the other boys' faces are blurred to protect their identities.
Once Maddie finished, we let her get up, but we kept her naked for the rest of the party. We figured then that Maddie would spend every day birthing naked, including her own.
She was very popular the rest of the day. By the end she even seemed to forget she was naked and looked to be having fun or enjoying the attention. I wasn’t completely sure.
We kept Maddine naked a lot after that. Most of the time we were at home, Maddie would be naked. And even on car trips, we would have Maddie take everything off. The kids still fought from time to time, but we noticed that it was much less when Maddie was naked. And of course she masturbated often. We got to a point where we would have Maddie touch herself every day. Not allowing any sexual frustration to build up in her worked wonders on her overall attitude.
But she would still act out in school sometimes. We haven’t told her yet, but we talked to her school and gave her teachers permission to take her clothes away if they deemed it necessary. But this letter has gone on long enough. If your readers are interested, I will send in another letter with how her new school rules go.
Thank you for changing our lives for the better.
Signed
A once reluctant father.
First off, I need to be honest: I’m not a reader; my wife is. I’m also not a believer in issue 17, or I should say that I wasn’t. I write this in hopes of reaching other reluctant fathers and helping change their minds. As a father that feels very protective of his youngest child and only daughter, this went against every instinct I had. I thought my wife was crazy when she had me read issue 17. I outright refused. She convinced me to read the response letters. I slept on it and gave in. I said we would only try it once at first. Using nudity on a developing girl felt wrong, but I have to say the results speak for themselves. Grades, behavior, and general attitude have all improved. Not to mention the water we are saving by cutting down on a young teen’s laundry. Since our daughter is naked a lot. Not because she’s constantly acting out. To be honest, we simply prefer her that way now.
My name is Ben. My wife and I have three children. 17-year-old Kyle, 15-year-old Miles, and 13-year-old Maddie. Maddie is a sweet girl, but as I’m sure you know, sweet girls can have big attitudes. It won’t make much sense to describe our sons, but I’ll describe Maddie for the reader, as I’m not sure you’ll publish the pictures we sent in. Maddie is a short girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She’s a skinny little thing, being a runner. One of the top athletes on her track team. But that means her breasts are small, but we are seeing growth in them. For being skinny, she has a very shapely little butt. Never did I think I would ever describe my daughter's body to strangers. But I’ll go into much more detail on her in a bit. Me, my wife, and her brothers now know every inch of Maddie’s naked little form.
Maddie’s attitude consisted of a lot of talking back, rolling her eyes, and having to be told many, many times to do her chores or go to bed. We have the same problems with our sons too, but they don’t seem to fight as much. And conventional punishments seem to work on them. So after I decided to give in to my wife, we gathered the children and sat them down in the living room. I’m going to do my best to recreate the conversation.
We told our kids that there would be changes to how we handled punishment. We explained the point of using nudity and embarrassment. They were all shocked. The boys were ready to argue until we dropped the bombshell.
“This new set of rules will only apply to Maddie. Nothing is going to change for you boys.” I said. My wife wanted me to break the news. She thought it would have greater weight coming from a man. Kyle and Miles looked relieved. Maddie was defiant.
“What!? Why only me!? I’m not getting naked in front of you all!” Maddie said.
“This new system is most effective on girls, honey.” My wife told her. “And I’ve read that it also helps boys too.”
“No way! I don’t even get naked in the locker room at school! I’m not doing this!” Maddie argued.
“Don’t talk back to your father! You know there are consequences for that.” My wife Carol said.
"Yes, you are, Maddie. I don’t like your tone, so this is a good opportunity to try it out now," I said to my daughter. “I want you to take off everything you have on now, slowly, one item at a time.”
“No! I’m not getting naked in front of you and them!” Maddie screamed as she pointed at her brothers.
“Fine, then no more track. Either you strip completely naked right now, or you quit track.” I told her. She argued some more, but I held firm. I knew she would give in. Maddie was one of the top runners on her team; she would not let anything stand between her and track.
Maddie folded her arms defiantly. “Fine.”
I pulled her up from the couch by her arm, not forcefully. She was my little princess, but she needed an attitude adjustment. I guided her to stand in front of the couch where everyone was seated. I sat back down with them. “One item at a time.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then her shorts were dropped to her feet. She was just in her sports bra and panties now, having just come from track practice that afternoon. She begged again not to continue. But I simply said, "Keep going.”
She pulled her sports bra off; we only got a quick glance of her pink nipples before she covered them with her arm. She managed to get her panties off and keep a hand over her vulva. I let her stand there for a few minutes, covering herself. But that couldn’t continue. “Stand up straight and put your arms at your sides. Tears were falling from her face, and she begged and begged. I had to fight every fatherly instinct I had not to throw a blanket over her and cradle her until she stopped crying. But I again told her to drop her arms.
She did, and we were all graced with the view of her naked body. The last time I saw Maddie naked, she was 9. Her cute round face was streaming with tears, making her stunning green eyes stand out. Her breasts were tiny; being a skinny runner, there wasn’t much body fat at all. But her breasts were there, with the puffiest pink nipples I had ever seen. They were just starting to grow, so her nipples had that immature look to them. Her chest heaved with her panicked breathing. Her lower lips were prominent and tightly together. You could see through to the other side through her thigh gap. Maddie was in excellent shape. She either shaved or hadn't started growing hair yet; her mons and lips were completely hairless.
“Check it out, Kyle! Maddie doesn't have any hair yet!” Miles said.
“With how tiny her chest is, I’m not surprised!” Kyle and Miles laughed.
“That's enough, you two!” I shut them down. “The point of this isn’t to make Maddie feel bad about herself. We are to be supportive and caring, even if she’s being punished. Now apologize!”
They both did. I wanted to take a firm hand on this right away. Remembering what I read about this in your issue. I told them both that they would have their own punishments for making fun of Maddie.
“Make them get naked!” Maddie pleaded.
“No, honey. Your brothers will face their own punishment, but we won’t be making them take their clothes off.” Carol told her.
“Why not!? That's not fair! Why do I have to be naked and they don’t!?”
“Because they are boys and you are a girl. We told you that this new discipline system only applies to you. It won’t work on boys.” I added.
Maddie stomped her foot and pouted but stopped arguing. We let her stand there, naked, for probably 30 minutes while we talked about issue 17 with them. We finally ended Maddie’s nudity and allowed her to get dressed.
“The next time we have to strip you, it's going to be worse. So I suggest you don’t talk back anymore.” Carol told her.
That first stripping had an immediate effect; Maddie stopped rolling her eyes and stopped talking back, and her attitude in general improved. She was mad at me and my wife for about two days after that. But things went back to normal. I then realized that there was merit to this. My wife and I discussed how it would be worse for Maddie when she did get in trouble again. I felt what my wife suggested was extreme, but she convinced me.
No young teen girl can check her attitude forever, and Maddie eventually found herself in trouble again. We had her stand in front of us like that last time and strip completely naked. She didn’t cry this time but was no less embarrassed. But then we told her what was to be different this time. We told Maddie to turn around and face away from us, stand with her legs wide apart, and bend over, keeping her knees straight. Needless to say she was mortified. Now we were all getting a view of her little pussy from behind. But then the bombshell was dropped.
“Reach your hands back on your butt.” I told her, and she did. “Now pull them apart as wide as you can.” And after more begging and crying, she did just that.
With Maddie bent over and pulling her butt apart, she was horribly exposed. Her picked pink butthole was out in the open. Not to mention her pussy, which was also showing some pink as her lips were separated a little. We then all talked about her body, both to each other and to her. We told her everything we could see and asked her how embarrassed she was to be showing it to us.
“Are you embarrassed your brothers can see your butthole, Maddie?” My wife asked. She was devious.
“YES! Of course I am!!” Maddied yelled.
“Check that attitude right now, missy! You just earned yourself an additional punishment!” I told her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Maddie.” Kyle said. “I think your little butthole is cute!”
Maddie huffed in defiant frustration.
“Your brother gave you a compliment; what do you say?” Carol told her.
“Thank you.” my daughter said through gritted teeth.
“For what?” My wife added.
“For saying I have a cute butthole," Maddie said.
“You’re welcome, Maddie.” Kyle answered.
We made Maddie stand there holding herself open for longer than we did the first night. It must have been an extremely embarrassing time for her. I can imagine no girl would want to be in that position in her living room, in front of her family. Being bent over was harder for Maddie; she lost her balance a few times, but each time we made her get up and resume her position.
My daughter had nothing to hide in that position; I could have sworn that I could see some moisture building between her legs. But I didn’t want to check just yet. My wife told me later on that she thought she could see it too. It's funny how teenage girl hormones can betray her body in these events.
We finally let her stand straight, but this time we didn’t let her get dressed. We added a new rule that anytime she is stripped, she will have to stay naked for the rest of the day. She cried but didn’t try to argue. She was getting the message that talking back was no longer going to be tolerated. We also told her that the next time would be even worse.
“How could it possibly get any worse?” She stomped her feet; her small breasts jiggled some. Her puffy nipples seemed to be even more puffy. More signs of her arousal.
“Trust me, young lady, it can and will.”
So Maddie spent the rest of the day naked. We didn’t let her hide in her room either. She had to stay in the living room or kitchen areas. We even told her she could hang out in her brother’s rooms, but she didn’t like that idea.
Well, that time definitely got her attention again. She was a perfect little angel for a while after. She was mad at us again for a couple of days, but she got over it. Much to my surprise. She would express some frustration when one of her brothers got in trouble and they got simple one- or two-day groundings, but other than that this was really working. But that only lasted so long again. And true to our word, it was much worse for Maddie.
She argued with her mom over a spelling test, something we’ve been on her for all year. All of our children failed a test that week. We told our sons they were grounded for the weekend, and we told Maddie she would have to strip again. In a funny way she was getting the better deal. She just had to deal with some embarrassing nudity; she still got to keep her phone and could play video games while her brothers couldn’t. But seeing as how her brothers were being punished for the weekend, it wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t either. So if she wanted to play video games, she would have to do it naked.
We again had her sand in the living room in front of the rest of us. Slowly strip until she was completely naked. We told her it would be worse. I’ll never forget the look of panic on her face. I was fully over my reservations on this punishment system at this point; her cute face looked even cuter when she panicked.
“I want you to take your clit between your fingers and gently roll it.” I told her, pointing at her little clit that was poking out. We could see it the last time too; she might hate being naked, but her body was responding to it.
“My…what?” Maddie asked, trying to play dumb.
“We know you know what it is. Your mother and I heard you through the wall before. Now do as you're told.”
Tears were now welling up in her eyes as she gripped her clit with the fingers of her right hand. Her dominant hand. The one I knew she masturbated with. She did as I told her and rolled her clit back and forth. This must have been a new level of humiliation for her. She was essentially masturbating in front of us, and she knew it. We didn’t intend to have her orgasm, but after a few minutes of her touching herself, her breathing was starting to become labored. She didn’t close her eyes and probably didn’t want to give a hint that she was starting to feel good. But she did look into one corner of the room. Concentrating hard on keeping control over her body. She was very obviously aroused now; I was wondering if her brothers could tell.
My wife and I exchanged knowing looks; we both knew where this was about to go. “Maddie, pinch your nipple with your other hand and roll it too.” Maddie didn’t even argue; she was too focused on not having an orgasm or having an orgasm. I wasn’t sure. But she was concentrating. She did as I told her and started pinching and rolling her nipple. Soon soft little whimpers were coming out of her mouth.
We didn’t let her stop; I told her several times to keep going and that she was doing good. After several more minutes of teasing her clit, she started to openly rub herself while pulling on her nipple. Now she was full-on masturbating. Our youngest child and only daughter was putting on a lewd display for her brothers and parents. We were not going to stop her. About a minute or two past and she cried out, her knees shaking. Then her whole body shook, her mouth in an O shape. It was clear to me that she had done this before, and I never thought I would ever think this about my daughter, but it was so cute to watch. When her orgasm was finally done, I allowed her to drop her arms to her sides.
“From now on any time we strip you, you’ll have to masturbate.” I told her. My wife nodded at me in approval. Maddie whined and begged not to.
“This was the most embarrassing moment of my life!” Maddie cried out.
“That’s the point. No more arguing or you’ll do it again.” I told her. “Now go get washed up for dinner, and no getting dressed.”
“Aw, I kinda wanted to see her bend over again.” Miles complained.
“Just for a few minutes. " My wife said. “Bend over Maddie and spread that cute butt.”
“But Mom! Why does he get to tell me what to do!?”
“Arguing is what got you in this situation, Maddie.” I jumped in. “If your brothers want to see you bent over, then you’ll do it.”
Maddie stomped her foot again but bent over and spread herself like last time. She spent the rest of the night completely naked. We made her stay in common areas; I think she started blushing the entire time. She just masturbated herself to orgasm in front of all of us; that had to be the last thing a teenage girl wanted to do.
We carried on like that; whenever Maddie would get in trouble, we would strip her, and she would masturbate. We wouldn’t let her stop until she cummed. We would sometimes let her brothers position her in different ways. Always really embarrassing for Maddie. Once, we all sat down to watch a movie together. Maddie had already been stripped, so she was naked. And instead of letting her sit on the couch, her brother Kyle had Maddie on her hands and knees in front of us facing the RV, head down and legs spread. He made her arc her back so she was really sticking her butt in the air. For the whole movie we have an incredible view of her pussy and anus. It was incredibly lewd, and Maddie had to stay in that position for a couple of hours. On another occasion, after Maddie had just cummed in front of us, we had her brothers stand next to her and snapped a picture of the three of them. It’s printed and on the fridge. A very naked Maddie between two clothed teenage boys. A look of sheer embarrassment, but she did manage to smile.
We found that masturbating really calmed Maddie down. We use it often. Sometimes, when we are in public and decide not to strip her, we make her put her hand down her pants or up her skirt and masturbate herself. This always seemed to calm her down. This is a great example of why this parenting style would never work with boys. The mess they would create would be more trouble than its worth, and a girl is able to have several orgasms throughout the day. It does create a mess in her panties, but it's much easier to manage.
Having Maddie masturbate herself became our go-to punishment. It not only calmed her down, but it actually calmed her brothers down too. Whatever the kids would be arguing about would be completely forgotten when the boys watched their little sister cum in front of them.
One standout moment in Maddie’s masturbation happened on a road trip. This one might have been a bit harsh, given that Maddie was not at fault. But we had a strict policy that any fighting happening in the car when one of our parents was driving would get in trouble. Our SUV was small, so the back seat was full with the luggage and souvenirs. This forced the kids to all share the middle row, Maddie in the middle since she was the youngest. Kyle was in a mood because we didn’t let him have his phone the whole trip; it was family time, but he wanted to talk to his girlfriend. It doesn’t matter how it started, just that it wasn’t Maddie’s fault. But she fought back with him, and that was against the rules, and we wanted to stay consistent. Kyle lost his phone for the week and was forbidden from talking for the rest of the trip. But poor Maddie…
“You know the drill now; undress and get to it!” I told her. Maddied whimpered and whined about how unfair it was, but she obeyed. I noticed that she didn’t hesitate nearly as much anymore. “Toss your clothes in the back; you won’t be needing them for the rest of the day.”
Maddie did as she was told; now completely naked, I had her drape her legs over her brothers, who were on each side of her. This was the closest she had been to them while having to masturbate. Maddie started, and after a few minutes she was very worked up. She eventually realized that the faster she cums, the faster it will be over for her. So she really got into it. I wasn’t able to watch because I was driving, but I could hear her moans and her masturbation sounds. I could watch her face through the mirror, as well as see her breasts. Soon enough Maddie was moaning in orgasmic pleasure. After the first week of masturbating, she stopped trying to hold in her moans and whimpers. She sounded so much like her mother.
I didn’t think it would be fair for her brother to be punished for the rest of the trip and not her, so I told Maddie to keep touching herself until we got home. We still had another 2 hours left by then; poor Maddie had the longest masturbation session of her young life. She cummed at least 4 more times during the car ride. We only let her take a break when we stopped for gas and the bathroom. Of course Maddie could not get dressed, so she opted not to walk in the store to use the restroom. But I did make her get out to pump gas in the car. I kept an eye on her, of course, but she looked so cute trying to pump gas as fast as she could while looking around. She was partially hidden but definitely turned more than a few heads. Eventually her bladder got the best of her, and she begged to pee when we got back on the road. I didn’t want any messes in the car, so I pulled over so she could tinkle on the side of the road. Then it was back to touching herself.
I’ve written about some big moments for Maddie, and there are many more I could write about. But I’ll end on a big one. First, a little explanation: on our kids' birthdays, we give them an additional gift. We grant their birthday wish after they blow out the candles, as long as the wish is within reason. They will wish for dinner at a fancy restaurant or a trip to the movies—a day with no chores. Things like that. Well, it was Miles’s birthday, and he made a wish that involved Maddie.
The school the kids went to was on the smaller side, and Miles knew several of Maddie’s boy classmates pretty well. He would be a teacher's aide in some classes or help with coaching in PE. So many of Maddie’s classmates were at the party. When Miles blew out his candles, he announced out loud what he wanted his birthday wish to be.
“I wish for Maddie to take my birthday spankings for me…naked!"
There were gasps in the room. None of the party goers knew about the new arrangement in our house. None were more shocked than Maddie was. Her mouth hung open as she looked at me, hoping I would deny the wish.
“That seems reasonable to me.” I answered.
Maddie went into full-on begging mode. Saying over and over that we couldn’t allow this. We told her that it was her brother’s birthday and that she will be honoring his wish. The other kids couldn’t believe it as we gathered everyone in the living room. Maddie finally stopped arguing and accepted her fate. I had Maddie start undressing. The other boys were locked on to her as she took off everything she had on. She only briefly tried to cover. When she saw me shaking my head, she dropped her arms to her sides. Letting everyone at the party get a full frontal view of her naked body. She kept shaving all this time so her pussy was still bald. She shook a little, and her face was beet red with embarrassment.
The point of this type of parting structure was to embarrass the girl, so I didn't want her to simply lay over the couch. That wouldn’t be enough. I had her get on the coffee table on her knees and lean forward until her face was on the other side. And of course her knees were as wide as the table would allow. With her butt in the air and legs spread, her pussy and anus were once again very exposed. But this time there are too many boys from her school. But I was impressed with how well she was handling the situation; she wasn’t bawling her eyes out like she did that first night. She was very embarrassed but was being strong about it. More and more she was accepting her new standing in the family.
Miles had turned 16, so that meant as many spanks for Maddie. I decided to let the boys from her class have the honor, and there were 8 of them. So each boy was going to get 2 of them. I instructed the boys to make it sting but not too much; Maddie was not being punished, just fulfilling her brother’s wish. Each boy lined up behind Maddie, no doubt getting a good view of her charms, and delivered a spank to each cheek. A loud crack echoed with each one. Maddie winced and cried out but managed not to cry. I was impressed that none of the boys tried anything. Maddie is my daughter, but I’m not blind; she is a very attractive girl. But the boys controlled themselves. The 16 spanks were delivered, and Maddie’s little butt was red with handprints. Maddie stayed in her position, knowing by now that she wasn’t allowed to move until one of us told her to.
I noticed my wife whispering something to Miles, and then she announced, "And one more to grow on!”
Miles went to Maddie to deliver this last spank. But instead of hitting one of her cheeks, he swung his hand up and hit her square on her exposed pussy.
“AHHH! Miles, what the hell!?” Maddie cried out.
“Launguage, Maddie. He only did what I told him to," my wife said.
“That looked like it really hurt; you better rub the sting out.” I added. Maddie looked at me like I was crazy. She knew where I was going with the suggestion. But knowing that arguing would only make things worse. Still in her position, she reached her hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy.
The partygoers watched in fascination. I was told later on by some of the parents that they intended on trying out this method on their daughters.
Maddie rubbed her pussy for a few minutes, getting very turned on in the process. “The sting is gone now; I’m okay now, Dad." She said to me, a last attempt to save herself.
“Better keep going.” Was all I told her.
Maddie closed her eyes and vigorously masturbated herself in front of everyone. I suppose she figured to get it over with quickly was best. Soon she was holding in moans with one hand while the other was pleasuring herself.
My wife wanted to get a picture with Maddie and her brothers, as well as the boys who spanked her. She told Maddie to stay in her position but to look back and smile. Maddie’s face was redder than her butt’s, but she forced one. We sent in this picture with the letter. You have our permission to print it. We blurred out the faces of the other boys, as we did not let other parents know we were sending this photo in. But several of them wanted copies, which we did provide.
Below is a picture of ten boys; in the center is a naked girl. She is kneeling on a coffee table with her butt pointing towards the camera. Her legs are spread widely; her vagina can clearly be seen. It’s glistening with moisture. Above her vagina is her pink anus. The blonde girl is looking back with an embarrassed smile on her face. The faces of her brothers can be seen, but the other boys' faces are blurred to protect their identities.
Once Maddie finished, we let her get up, but we kept her naked for the rest of the party. We figured then that Maddie would spend every day birthing naked, including her own.
She was very popular the rest of the day. By the end she even seemed to forget she was naked and looked to be having fun or enjoying the attention. I wasn’t completely sure.
We kept Maddine naked a lot after that. Most of the time we were at home, Maddie would be naked. And even on car trips, we would have Maddie take everything off. The kids still fought from time to time, but we noticed that it was much less when Maddie was naked. And of course she masturbated often. We got to a point where we would have Maddie touch herself every day. Not allowing any sexual frustration to build up in her worked wonders on her overall attitude.
But she would still act out in school sometimes. We haven’t told her yet, but we talked to her school and gave her teachers permission to take her clothes away if they deemed it necessary. But this letter has gone on long enough. If your readers are interested, I will send in another letter with how her new school rules go.
Thank you for changing our lives for the better.
Signed
A once reluctant father.
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Yes, please! I'm a sucker for teachers getting involved hands-on.perseus wrote: Thu Oct 29, 2026 2:10 am If your readers are interested, I will send in another letter with how her new school rules go.
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Thanks for the submission! Love that she has to masturbate every time
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