Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 9

by Pulsar

Katie stood nervously in Dr. Lambert's office. Since her commitment to the institution over two months ago, she was in 'civilian' clothing for the first time. She stood in a predominately maroon plaid pinafore with a white blouse underneath, complimented by black knee socks and Mary-Jane shoes. Mrs. Ellison anxiously fixed her hair into a bushy ponytail. "Oh, my!" she gasped. "You'll always be Mommy's little girl!"

"Mom!" protested Katie. "I look like a... a refugee from the Brady Bunch!"

"Nonsense! You look rather cute and proper," assured Mrs. Ellison.

"Yes indeed," agreed Dr. Lambert. "Right smart if I say so myself!" With that, she squatted down to adjust the top of the knee socks. "Keep them even, mind you. Got to keep these cute knees exposed," she said as she pulled the socks up, and then rolled them down to the base of the kneecap. "And the skirt should be as short as possible so long as it looks smart," she continued, addressing both mother and daughter. "Fresh air is good for the leg, and keep the knees vulnerable to scrapes. Girls love the attention they get from skinned knees, y'know." And with that, she patted her bare leg before standing back up. "There we are. All comfy?"

"I guess so, Doctor," replied Katie. "But won't my legs get cold?"

"Not if you wear a proper dust coat," assured Dr. Lambert. "Of course, in my day back in Ol' Blightey, we wore 'Macks' over our school kilts." And with that, she presented a small plastic bag to Mrs. Ellison. "Now, don't forget your 'survival kit.' T'is the same as what I sent home for Ashley." With that, she displayed each item from within. "Personal lubricant... anal beads... small buzz toy... rectal thermometer... and a tiny dildo just her size! Great way to keep an innocent little girl in her own room and out of those of strangers! No pregnancy, STD's, or disappointments!"

"Oh, thank you, Doctor," gleamed Mrs. Ellison.

"Now, remember, we don't mention those blackmail photos I have of the judge. He's well aware of that. It's only for last resort. I'm sure Judge Danforth is quite willing to do business with us!"

Suddenly, Rachael entered the office with Ashley in tow, who was also dressed in a similar fashion, yet with blues and pinks. "Well, here she is! We're all packed and ready."

All heads turned to see Ashley standing with a small suitcase in hand, her hair done up in pigtails, nervously grinning from ear to ear. "Well, now we have two sets of bare knees ready to roll on out of here," declared Dr. Lambert. "Well, let's not keep our good judge waiting."

A short while later, the party of six stood at the main entrance. Dr. Lambert stood in her business skirt suit. The two nurses stood in their white mini-dresses, while Mrs. Ellison too wore a business-like skirt set. Yet she had a but a hint of a summer tan left and therefore elected not to wear hosiery. In the chilly morning, they had on long coats, yet the lengths still left the two young girls with bare knees exposed.

"So, what are we waiting for now?" asked Mrs. Ellison.

"Oh, well, on this red-letter day, I rented a limo," replied Dr. Lambert. "However, I couldn't afford a driver so... well, a friend agreed to lend his services."

And only a few minutes later, a long black stretch limousine came to a halt just beyond the main entrance. As they raced outside, the door opened and out stepped Edgar from the driver's side, clad in his old Navy class-A uniform, gloves and all, his few metals glistening in the morning sun. He opened the passenger door. "Ladies!" he said.

The nurses gasped at first, and then giggled, along with their two former patients. "Heh-woh, shewiff," said Ashley.

"Oh! Nice duds!" said Amy.

"Now I'm gonna have that 'In the Navy' song stuck in my head!" added Rachael.

But Edgar only shook his head. "Was this suit really necessary, Doctor?" he asked to Dr. Lambert as she approached.

"Quite, Lieutenant!" she assured. "If you're called as a character witness, you need to look trusting and dignifying! I hope you wear that to your wedding!"

"Well... I'll see." And once all six had taken their seats, Edgar closed the door and returned to the driver's seat. "Okay, full speed ahead," he said as he drove off.

* * * * * *

"I have read the statements and heard all depositions regarding the placement of young Miss Ashley in the custody of Mrs. Ellison," said Judge Danforth as he sat at his bench in the state Family Court. "Of course, all custody proceedings must be in accordance to er... state law."

"Of course, Your Honor," replied Dr. Lambert. "And if the court finds it necessary, we do have character witnesses."

"Yes, I see that Doctor," replied Judge Danforth as he looked at the two sassy but professional nurses who sat cross-legged in their short tight mini-dresses. As he scanned down the front row, he realized that all six of them sat cross-legged, woman and girl alike, all bare-kneed. Though less developed, Katie and Ashley's bare thighs were ever much as pretty and silky looking as the rest. And then there was Edgar who stood behind them motionless, staring straight ahead with cap in hand, as if standing guard over them. His eyes fell on the insignia of his uniform, seeming quite a compliment to the beauty of the six females before him. "Uh... Lieutenant Martin?"

"Yes sir?" snapped Edgar as he stepped forward.

"You're still in the Navy?"

"No sir! Medical discharge. I'm employed at the state hospital as a security guard, second-shift supervisor."

"Oh, oh yeah, I think I remember something about that here somewhere in the reports," mumbled Judge Danforth. "Purple Heart I see?"

"Shark bite, sir! Took half of my right lung," replied Edgar.

"I see. Well, I was in the Navy myself. Flew a Tomcat off a carrier for a couple of years!"

"Dangerous job, sir!" replied Edgar.

"Not as dangerous as swimming with sharks and mines," replied Danforth. "And do you stand by your testimony here regarding the character of Nurse Rachael Winslow, under oath?"

"I'd trust her with my life sir, and my children's lives if I had any!"

And thus the judge sat silently on the bench for a few moments, occasionally eyeing Dr. Lambert, who only stared back with a subtle hint of a wicked grin. "Very well. It is the decision of this court that Ashley, being a ward of the state, shall be released from the state hospital, having been found mentally competent, and remanded into the custody of Mrs. Ellison until January. Upon that time, a hearing will be conducted to finalize the placement of said ward into the custody of Miss Rachael Winslow." With that, he pounded his gavel. "Court is adjourned."

With that, Mrs. Ellison and the two girls immediately embraced one another rather joyously. As for Rachael, she squeezed Edgar tightly. "Oh... that was the sweetest thing you ever said!"

"Not too tight!" gasped Edgar. "Selena would pulverize us both! She's mean when she's jealous!"

"Oh... don't worry. Selena and I have a... well... understanding!"

"Well, t'was rather noble of you to spend your day off to assist us here," said Dr. Lambert.

"Anytime, Doctor. I mean... you were instrumental in seeing I got hired."

"And with no regrets," she replied. "Well, let's go."

And as they filed out, Edgar did mention to Mrs. Ellison that she and the girls were invited to the wedding. Yet she revealed that they had already received an invite from Selena.

In the afternoon, Katie entered her house for the first time since the bus accident so long ago. Ashley followed behind, having recently spent a night there. For now, it would be the place she would call home, now far away from the sterile institution. But as Dr. Lambert had warned, Katie fell to the floor and cried. She had never known a home without her twin sister present also, and thus hung a looming emptiness. Yet Mrs. Ellison bent down to pick her up. "C'mon, dear, let's get unpacked and settled in."

Yet half the photos on the walls were of her sister Julia. Although they were not identical twins, each one was beautiful in their own right. On the television sat a framed gymnastic picture of them both, of which Ashley took a long stare. "Ju-wia had pwetty wegs!" she said as she studied her image in the frame, clad in her tight leotard cut high on the hips.

And there were several family pictures with her father in them as well. However, Mrs. Ellison attempted to distract them from the trauma by turning on the TV for a while. But after an hour, she drew some warm bath water and called them back to wash. She ever so slowly undressed them both, placing their dresses in the laundry and then had them both get into the tub stark naked. And though they were no longer pre-schoolers, she knelt at the tub and began to scrub them one by one, carefully shampooing their hair. But when the phone rang, she left them alone in the bathroom.

The tub was crowded with both of them in there, yet they found they had more room if they startled each other's torso. But among the suds, Ashley took note of Katie's developing chest. "You're getting boobies!" she gleamed as she dared to reach up to touch. Katie sat stone still as those wet soaping fingers began to gently caress and squeeze those budding breasts. When her hand moved across her engorged areolas, Katie let out a moan. "Does that hurt?" asked Ashley.

"No," gasped Katie. "It... it feels tickly." Naturally, Ashley gave another gentle squeeze. Katie moaned again. "Oh... that feels... kinda good."

Ashley giggled. "I wonder when I'll get boobies."

"Mmmm, pretty soon," replied Katie.

But as the fondling continued, only a short while later was Ashley leaning into Katie, gently sucking on her small breast. "Ooooh! Ooooooooh!" moaned Katie with her eyes closed as she ran her fingers through Ashley's wet hair. "Oooooh-yeeaaah! That feels soooo good!" Naturally, by now, that old familiar tingle in her crotch had returned. And thus her other hand wandered down between her legs to soothe her hungry swollen clit.

But when they heard footsteps coming, they broke off their embrace, not quite sure how Mrs. Ellison would react. When she opened the door, she found them rinsing themselves off with the washcloths. "All clean now?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mommy!" replied Katie.

"Yes, Mrs. Ellison," added Katie.

"Now Katie, I'm not your teacher. You can call me 'Mommy' too if you like, or 'Mommy Sharon.'" And with that, Mrs. Ellison produced two towels from the cabinet. "Now climb out of there both of you, before you shrivel like prunes."

And thus the two girls soon climbed out of the tub, each naked as the day they were born. They wrapped up in their towels before she led them back to her bedroom. They sat on the bed side by side as Mrs. Ellison blow-dried their hair and combed it out straight. Then, she re-styled them both into pigtails as they sat wrapped in their towels. They both smelled of sweet citrus shampoo and bath soap. And as a final touch, she finished their hair by brushing the pigtails with her round oval plastic hairbrush. "Hmmm, two naked girls and a plastic hairbrush!" Mrs. Ellison finally noted. "I think before you two get dressed, perhaps I should redden those bare bottoms!"

"Oooh!" gasped Ashley.

"Eeek!" added Katie.

"Well...?" said Mrs. Ellison as she patted her hand with the brush.

And thus Ashley threw off her towel. She rolled over and lay face down on the bed stark naked with her pale bare bottom quite vulnerable and accessible. "Okay, I'm weady for my spankin'," she said calmly.

Katie followed suit, sprawling out naked next to her peer and folded her arms under her head. "Have you been a bad girl Katie?" asked Mrs. Ellison.

"Mmmm, sorta," she replied nervously, but anxiously.

And therefore Mrs. Ellison placed the brush on the bed betwixt them, and retrieved the two plastic bags from the dresser. "Now, let's just see what the good doctor ordered." And thus she produced the tube of lubricant along with the two strings of anal beads. One by one, she gently lubed those tight little rectums with her index finger before slowly inserting the beads, eliciting moans and squirms from the both of them.

Now, they both lay naked on the bed with a few beads hanging out in their cracks, slowly humping up and down and writhing from side to side in sync with their long deep breaths. And thus she gently patted Ashley's bare backside and rubbed the smooth flat surface over the pale flesh. In turn, Ashley cringed and clenched her buttocks tightly together with a squeal. Yet the clenching only intensified the sensation of the beads within her rectum, that gave her a full soothing feeling. "Ooooh!" she moaned. "That felwt good!"

"Now I know those beads are ticking your bottom right now, but this spanking is gonna hurt some!" warned Mrs. Ellison.

"I... I know, Mrs. E... uh, Mommy Sharon," mumbled Ashley. "I... I want to hurt a little."

And thus Mrs. Ellison gave a few practice soft spanks, causing her to clench and gasp. But soon with a flip of the wrist, it landed with a 'SMACK!' A second later, a bright pink splotch appeared on her left buttock. WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! The brush struck true, alternating between cheeks until the bottom was painted a glowing shade of red. With each swat, Ahsley would jolt and shriek. And with each swat, she progressively humped the bed harder and harder, each time causing the beads to rub inside her. After ten swats, Mrs. Ellison paused and gently rubbed that warm bottom. "Now stay in your place because you're gonna get more," she warned, before turning her attention to Katie.

Poor Katie! She had to listen and watch what she was due to get. Yet her own crotch had now grown quite warm, tingly and moist. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt the smooth plastic rest on her bottom. Then, she felt but a brief tickle as her mother tugged on the beads to tease her before the stinging swats landed. And thus she too got the same treatment, before Mrs. Ellison turned her attention back to Ashley.

She gasped loud when she felt the beads tickling her bottom and thrust hard against the bed. "Ooooh! Ooooh, that feels soooo good," she sighed, in spite of the tingling sting on her bottom of a thousand crawling needles. But soon, the spanking resumed with a loud 'CRACK!' of the hairbrush. "Ooooow!" cried Ashley as she humped the bed. Yet Mrs. Ellison continued to flip her wrist briskly to let the hairbrush sting that red bottom. "Ooooow! Ooooh, Mommiiieee!" cried Katie. "Gi'me a really hard one!" she suddenly cried out. And thus Mrs. Ellison gave a loud 'WHACK!' on her bottom that drove Ashley to tears. Yet she continued to hump the bed and moan over her crying in spite of herself. Four hard swats landed, two on each side.

And then came the reprieve. Ashley felt a hand gently massaging her sore burning bottom. And when she felt the tug on the beads, the stimulation was more than efficient to send her body glowing and head spinning. Soon, she burst into a raging orgasm. And in time with the burst, Mrs. Ellison slowly pulled the beads out, stimulating the multitude of nerves that caused Ashley's legs to flail about, eventually rendering her unconscious.

Then, Mrs. Ellison turned to her own daughter, the very flesh and blood she birthed. Looking at her as naked as that day of childbirth, laying placidly humping the bed caused a rush she had never felt. It was as if she were finally being born herself, actually coming to life. And so she patted that pink bottom with the hairbrush before gently tugging on the beads. "And you, young lady! Are you ready for a good spanking?"

"Y... yes Mommy," she stammered. "I'm ready for a really hard spanking!" With that, she clenched her buttocks up tight. And then came the loud hard swats, just as she had heard Ashley get a few moments ago. However, the hot stings on her bottom told the tale that she was getting it harder. And after she was both moaning and crying, just a slight teasing by a tug on the beads was all it took to send her over the edge. She to burst, only to feel her mother slowly pulling the beads out of her rectum during her orgasmic pulsations. The overload sent her into unconsciousness as well for a few moments.

Yet the girls finally 'woke' from the dreamy state back to reality with hardly a trace of energy from their most intense orgasms, made more so by the beads as well as their stinging bottoms. And with the help of Mrs. Janson, they were dressed in long tees and panties only for the dinner table that night as Mrs. Janson cooked supper. They were both docile and relaxed, as well as sweet and respectful. However, they twitched on their sore bottoms in the wooden chairs, padded only by the thin cotton panties. "Welcome home, girls," said Mrs. Ellison with a smile. "As you can see, discipline is not only to correct bad behavior, but to make good behavior even better."

"Yes Mommy," mumbled Katie before taking a bite.

"Now, you girls can expect bedtime spankings, but they will usually be with just the hand. If you've been good, you'll get the beads too, or perhaps the thermometer. But if you've been acting like wild Amazons, you can expect a belt!"

"Ooooh!" gasped Ashley.

"When?" asked Katie with a smile.

"Eat your supper!" ordered Mrs. Ellison. "Now, after school, you'll both be due for the buzz toy! Dr. Lambert said a minimum of three a day. That should keep your mind on your work."

"Oh goody!" gleamed Ashley.

* * * * * *

"Mommy, everwy-one will be wooking at me!" protested Ashley as she stood in the small room outside the main chapel as Mrs. Ellison straightened her peach-colored dress.

"Of course dear!" replied Mrs. Ellison. "You're a cute young lady!"

"But... I've got a band-aid on my knee!"

"Well, that's normal for an active girl like yourself. You'll do fine, dear," assured Mrs. Ellison. "Just do it as you rehearsed." And thus she squatted down to straighten hem of the dress. And it was quite short to leave both bare knees and thighs exposed, her 'Tinker Bell' band-aid on her kneecap showing quite prominently after a misstep on the concrete steps outside. She quickly buffed the shiny black Mary-Janes on her feet before standing back up. "You look so lovely, and I'm so proud of you!" declared Mrs. Ellison as she kissed her on the forehead. "And what's most important is that you're there for Edgar and Selena for their wedding day."

And as she and Katie, as well as Selena's two younger sisters gathered at the back of the chapel in preparation, Edgar arrived on the scene in his pressed class-A Navy uniform. And by his side stood a chagrined and begrudged Edith, who also wore a peach dress, the hem several inches above her thick kneecaps. She practically hid behind him, not wishing to be seen. "Will you cut that out, sissy!" he demanded.

"I hate it!" protested Edith. "This dress is soooooo gay!"

"Yeah, well so are you... so deal with it," whispered Edgar.

"Why can't I wear a tux?"

"Because I said you can't, Cinderella!" quipped Edgar.

Yet Edith managed to subtly cough the word, "Ah-ass-hole!" in reply.

Yet the girls gathered around her, admiring her subtle beauty that her tomboy ways simply could not hide. "Heh-woh, Edith," said Ashley. "You wook vewy pwetty!"

"Thanks kid," mumbled Edith as she patted her on the head. "And aren't you the cutest thing!"

And Katie too leaned into her. "Hi Edith!"

And then Mrs. Ellison approached. "Oh, don't you all look darling! I must get a picture!"

"Great! I swear I'll never wear a dress again!" protested Edith.

"Oh, Edith!" said Mrs. Ellison. "By the way, I need your help! I'm begging! I need childcare for tonight!"

"Tonight?" said Edith in shock. Yet she looked down at Katie and Ashley, her two potential charges and recalled all that had passed before at Dr. Lambert's house. "Well... sure, Mrs. Ellison! I'll help out. Just tell me when to be there."

"Oh Edith, you're such a dear!" said Mrs. Ellison with a sigh of relief.

Moments later, Dr. Lambert arrived in her best business suit just as the wedding was about to start. She sat down in the wooden pew and scanned around at all the guests. "Okay, get a hold of yourself, Jan," she whispered to herself. "I will respect their customs and will not think evil thoughts. I will not think evil thoughts." Yet as the music began and Selena's siblings began to walk down the aisle in their short dresses with their luscious bare legs showing, Dr. Lambert's eyes nearly popped. "Well... at least I tried," she whispered again. Then, she dared to look skyward. "Hey, whoever you are up there! You gave me this archipallium in the back of my brain and an ultra-sensitive clit... so deal with it and give me a break!" she shouted, yet only in her mind. The other guests in attendance were none the wiser of her thoughts as she stared at those young girls bearing flowers at the alter. And then came Katie and Ashley down the aisle, their twinkling eyes glowing, their cheeks dimpled from their nervous smiles, and their bare thigh muscles flexing. "Well, if that's not heaven, then what is?" she cried out again inside her mind. And of course, Edith followed behind, her bulging soccer-trained calf muscles flexing. Even from where she sat, she could feel how rock-hard they were, if just with her eyes. "That little boy-tart is mine!" she resolved to herself. "She hasn't seen the last of me!"

And after all the pomp and circumstance of the wedding ceremony, the priest finally gave the declaration in both English and Spanish, "I now pronounce you man and wife!"

Suddenly, there came the loudest wail of a "Waaaaaah!" that would have shattered the stained glass. The guests looked around, assuming it was either Edgar's or Selena's mother. Yet a second later, it was quite clear. It was Edith! Amy and Rachael put their arms around her. Yet not only was she crying like a girly-girl, she was quit embarrassed over crying... and in public at that.

Eventually, the bride and groom departed in the rented limo as all the guests waved after the reception. And thus Mrs. Ellison approached Edith who still shed tears down her round rosy cheeks, feeling quite out of character as a dedicated 'tomboy.' "Oh, Edith dear, it's a wedding-- not a funeral!" she said.

"My... my big brother abandoned me," she said with a sniffle.

"Aaaaw, he must have been special to you when you were little," said Mrs. Ellison as she presented a tissue to her. "I'm sure nothing will change. And who knows? Soon, you may be 'Aunt Edith!'"

"Gee, I swore I've heard that name before," she mumbled.

"Anyway, here's the key," continued Mrs. Ellison. "Take the girls home and feed them supper. There's pizza delivery coupons on the kitchen counter. And be sure they brush their teeth before bed. And if they give you any trouble at all, there's a nice plastic hairbrush on my dresser to tan their bottoms with!"

"Oh, Mrs. Ellison!" gasped Edith. "Those girls wouldn't give me a hard time. We're friends."

"Famous last words, dear!" she said as she quickly kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck!" And with that, she walked away.

But the two girls, Katie and Ashley suddenly flanked her, each pulling on an arm. "Are YOU gonna be our babysitter for tonight?" asked Katie.

"Yup!" said Edith. "We'll have fun!"

At that, the two girls gave her the most mischievous wicked grins.

After a while, Edith's old car putt-putted to a halt in the driveway. The girls jumped out along with Edith for the front door with their small bags in hand. As soon as they entered, Edith said, "Okay, y'all get out of those nice dresses. Your mom said not to get 'em dirty."

"And you?" asked Ashley.

"I'm getting out of this gay thing as fast as I can!" said Edith.

"You hate dresses?" queried Katie.

"Oh yeah!" assured Edith. "I'm putting on my comfy shorty-shorts and tee."

"I think you wike to show off your wegs!" said Ashley.

"So... well... why not? I worked hard for these muscles and tan and I ain't hiding them!"

And thus the girls vanished into their bedroom with a giggle.

The evening hours passed with the girls joking around with Edith, as well as watching TV, all three relaxing in tees and short-shorts on the couch. Both girls found they enjoyed squeezing Edith's soccer-toned bare legs, and the sensation of their fingers on her bare flesh as well as the admiration sent chills up her spine, in spite of her apathetic front she put on. But as darkness had long fallen, it was time to put them for bed.

"Okay, trolls! Off to bed now!" she declared as she turned off the TV.

"Awww, do we have too?" they whined.

"Yup! Move it or lose it!"

"What're you gonna do after we're in bed?" asked Katie.

"Probably watch 'Terminator.' But you can't watch it because it's rated 'R' so off you go!"

And thus they went to brush their teeth. They changed into their night shirts with only panties underneath. But Edith stood nearby to make sure they complied per instructions. "Katie has to wear diapers," Ashley suddenly blurted. "She still pees at night."

"Ashley!" barked a chagrined Katie.

"Now Ash, don't be mean," said Edith.

"Yeah Ash!" replied Katie. "You're as gay as Edith.

"I'm *NOT* gay!" protested Edith as she stared at Ashley's firm pantied bottom.

"Uuuuhmm! You said 'gay,'" said Ashley.

"So? That's not a wordy-dird," protested Katie.

"Girls! Chill! Stop being brats," protested Edith. And thus she found the pack of Katie's 'Good-Nights' panties she had to sleep in. "Now, just put these on and don't worry about it. I won't tell."

Soon, they climbed into their beds as Edith turned off the light. "Now... get some sleep. Your mom said so."

"G'night, Edith," they said in unison.

And once she closed the door, she returned to the living room to feed the DVD player. Picking up the remote, she collapsed on the couch again. 'Damn... I really gotta jill!' she said to herself. 'Those cute little asses were soooo close... yet so far!' And after fast-forwarding to the opening credits, she relaxed as she began the movie. Yet not a minute passed before two voices across the room called out, "Cool!"

Edith jolted. "Girls! Cute! Real cute! Now back to bed!"

"Wow! We saw five seconds of an R-rated movie," said Ashley.

"Are you watching it because you're a tomboy?" added Katie.

"C'mon girls! Back to bed." And so they vanished with a giggle back to their room.

'Oh my gawd,' wondered Edith. 'Do they really want something?' she dared to think. 'Naw, too good to be true,' she convinced herself, and thus un-paused the film. But five minutes later, she swore she heard noises and giggling. However, she let the movie play as to not alert them, and quietly crept down the hall toward the bedroom door. She listened for a few seconds, before flinging open the door, only to find them both wrestling on the floor. Instantly, they gasped and flew back into their respective beds.

"Well... you girls are just jacking me over, aren't you," she said. "Okay, you've had your giggles. Now get some sleep. And you should know that your mom told me where she keeps the hairbrush, so don't make me come in here again... or I might use it!" And with that, she closed the door, leaving them in the darkness.

And so they sat in silence for a few moments. Then, Katie mumbled, "she's being rather easy on us."

"But not anymore," replied Ashley. "You heard her."

"Yeah, but she's strong," said Katie. "She could spank hard!"

"Yeah, it'd probabwy hurt," agreed Ashley. And thus they remained silent for a minute, until Ashly squirmed about, rustling her bedding.

"What're you doing?" asked Katie.

"I'm taking off my panties," said Ashley. "Might as well be ready."

"But... you said it would hurt."

"So? Are you being chicken?" taunted Ashley. "Remember? 'Katie bad girl!'"

Katie nervously chuckled to herself, before reaching down and slowly sliding off her nighttime incontinent wear. She trembled once the 'Good-Nights' slid off the ends of her feet. Slowly, she ran her hands over her butt checks as she lay under the covers, soothing her bottom that might soon be very sore. "So what do we do now?" she asked.

"Make more noise," answered Ashley.

Meanwhile, Edith lay on the couch in the dark living room, watching a naked Arnie assault the punks in the park. 'I want those quads of his,' she mumbled as she slowly rubbed her hands over her bare thighs, before giving her crotch a tight squeeze through her little shorts, the image of the girls still on her mind. But soon after, she heard squeaking noises as if two pairs of feet were jumping on the bed. "What the.." she nearly said aloud. "I warned them... could it be...?" A thrilling rush went through her whole body as she gave her crotch another squeeze. And so she quietly stood up from the couch and crept down the hallway to the master bedroom. She turned on the light, only to find the large pink plastic hairbrush right where Mrs. Ellison said it would be. Yet underneath sat two plastic bags with each girl's name on it. She dared to peek inside them, only to find the lubricant and anal beads. "Holy shit!" she mumbled to herself. "Those little nymphos are... spank-kinky... AND horny!" A surge of adrenaline suddenly warmed her body with a tingling rush. And thus she gathered the items along with the hairbrush and then quietly approached the closed door containing her giggly charges. Suddenly, she realized how wet the crotch of her panties had become. With a trembling hand, she reached for the doorknob to make her grand entrance with hairbrush in hand. "This has got to be a dream!" she whispered. "Oh well... so what! But if anyone wakes me up from this one, I'm kicking their ass!" And thus she turned the doorknob.