*represent internal thoughts not dialog*
How I Became My Little Sister's Bitch 11
13th of June
Slowly brushing her little sister's hair, part of Bex's duties are to make her mistress's life easier and that means helping her prepare each morning. Bex has been kept on a very tight and structured routine, early wake-ups with her Mistress to be put through her intense workout regimen and now an intense stretching routine. *I have no idea why she has me stretching so I my face can touch my crotch it's such a weird thing*
Then it's on to serving breakfast under the strict attention of Ma'am Tracy. Everything from posture to attitude is corrected with swipes from Tracy's switch. *I still remember the lashing she gave me for spilling Ma'am Jill's coffee, both my Mistress and Ma'am Jill seemed amused watching me squirm being disciplined, and the worst part was Mistress punished me for making her look bad; let that happen a couple times and you learn quickly that actions have consequences.*
Under the supervision of Slut Tracy, Bex has tried her best to not draw the attention of both her mother and Mistress.*I fucking swear Cinderella didn't do as much as I fucking do, and she didn't have to do as much as I do! I'm not even allowed to sit and eat with the family anymore. My place is to Mistress Alathia's right, and to silently wait for instructions."
The after-breakfast cleansing is done swiftly and efficiently by Bex and Tracy; Jill not wanting to spoil her own maid, who is helping teach her oldest daughter the correct ways of serving a mistress. Bex can't help but compare her own very short kid-like dress that barely covers her thong-covered ass, compared to her sister, who is elegantly dressed in a very sexy, pinstripe skirt and a no-sleeve blouse. It is the perfect balance of that modern, relaxed look so many try but fail to achieve. When your mother is as fashion conscious as Jill Reid, it is inevitable that her prodigy would be as equally talented.
Always the ultimate image of perfection, Jill, in her modern business suit and skirt are flawless in her appearance, addresses Alathia, "So, tonight is the big sleepover at Victoria's?"
Flicking a strand of her long black hair, Alathia responds, "It is, mother, tonight is Victoria's sleepover. She has asked me to have Bex serve as a maid at the sleepover."
Tapping her chin, thoughtfully, "I think that would be an excellent test of your maid's abilities and to find out how far she's come. With camp coming up next week, she'll have a whole week to recover from anything too taxing at the sleepover. Besides, we'll know if she's ready for camp."
With a salacious grin, Alathia can hardly cover her excitement, agreeing with her mother, but thinks to herself, *Bex and I have been going to camp for years. Is this year really going to be that much different?* "I'm sure Bex-Bex won't bring shame to our family name. Isn't that correct, my lovely maid?"
The words from her mother bounce around Bex's head. *What the hell, I thought we were going to Camp Chippewa? What new hell do my tormentors have in--*
"BEX, YOUR MISTRESS ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"
Quickly regaining her composure from Tracy's sudden outburst, Bex replies, "My apologies, Mistress and Tracy, my mind wandered, thinking of what I need for the sleepover." Bowing slightly in a feminine way, Bex continues, "I'll do my best, Mistress Alathia."
Alathia glares at Bex; Bex can't help but wither under her little sister's intense look. "Tracy, please take Bex into the kitchen and correct her little mistake, while I catch up with mother."
*Oh shit, she's pissed, fuck, fuck, fuck. Tracy is gonna light my ass up, shit, and I'm wearing the skimpiest panties ever, and I'm already getting wet-- fuck-- what's happened to me!"
Scowling, Tracy motions for Bex to follow her to the kitchen.
Wiping her lips, Jill smirks, watching her personal maid taking her daughter's personal maid away to be disciplined. "How are Bex's studies coming along, Alathia, dear?"
"I believe she's doing quite well, mother. Becoming her life coach has worked wonders for her, both mentally and physically. She couldn't be happier, wouldn't you agree, mother?"
Being escorted out of the room like a child isn't even the worst part for Bex-- it's the constantly being talked about, as if she isn't right there to speak for herself. *What the hell do they mean? I'm happier! This has been the worst month of my life, but I've also had the most incredible orgasms I've ever had.*
Taking another sip of her coffee, Jill looks around the house. "No, I see the house looks amazing, she does seem happy and more attentive; all her summer work is done. But I have to wonder if it is Bex, or my precious Tracy, who's doing all the cleaning."
With a chuckle, "Oh, don't pick on Bex, she hasn't been a maid for as long as your precious Tracy. Sure she has some hiccups every now and then, but she's doing an amazing job. And with Tracy's assistance, she's making leaps and bounds in learning the finer points of being a maid. With my guidance, she'll be ready for our senior year."
Alathia watches Bex being escorted to the kitchen. "There'll be no slacking this year. I plan to keep a tight leash on Bex, if she's going to get into the same college as myself."
Yanking Bex into the kitchen, fire glows in Tracy's eyes. "You worthless cunt, you couldn't pay attention through one fucking meal. I'll bet you were daydreaming about pussy again, weren't you, CUNT!"
Shrinking herself down as small as she can, Bex murmurs out, "Yes, Ma'am Tracy, I was thinking about how hot your wet pussy is, and how I'd love to be between your legs." Not necessarily lying, but definitely not telling the whole truth, Bex hopes to flatter Tracy into going easier on her.
Moving around Bex, Tracy has already picked up her trusty cane, and twirls it around in her fingers. "Lift your skirt and assume the position, cunt."
*Fuck, I'm already wet and horny; a fucking spanking isn't going to lower my horniness level, and these bitches have been edging me since the party almost a month ago.*
"Yes, Ma'am Tracy."
Tracy hikes Bex's skirt up, tucking it into the back of her bow, placing Bex's hands flat on the kitchen island, three feet apart, ass-out, awaiting her punishment.
Hearing the tell-tale signs of a phone's camera option being used, Bex thinks to herself, *Seriously, she's taking pictures of this punishment? Pictures of before and after? I swear I think she masturbates to these pics.* Bex says, "Ma'am Tracy, I humbly present my sexy little ass for you to correct my bad behavior."
Running her cane up Bex's stocking-clad legs, Tracy asks, "You really had my pussy on your mind, cunt?"
"Oh yes, Ma'am Tracy. I'm so wet from the thought of burying my face in your snatch, Ma'am Tracy."
The whistling sound of the cane cuts through the air making contact with Bex's thighs with a stinging crack. "All you have to do is behave, and I wouldn't have to be doing this wasting our meal time correcting your behavior."
Whimpering in pain, Bex groans, "I'm sorry for being such a worthless cunt, ma'am." *God, she's such a cunt. I swear she's more sadistic than Mistress Alathia.*
Tracy runs the cane up the insides of Bex's thighs, rubbing the cane between Bex's pussy lips. The wooden rod begins gathering Bex's own wetness on it. "I can't believe what a slut you are. I mean they call me Slut Tracy, but you, I mean seriously, you should be Slut Bex, well maybe, more like Bitch Bex."
Bex, unable to control herself, begins grinding her snatch on the firm rod, now firmly placed between her puffy swollen lips, pushing the cloth of her thong harder against her dripping sex. "Yes... Ma'am Tracy, I should be Bitch Bex, ma'am."
The wind whistles again, as Tracy brings the cane across Bex's exposed bottom. Bex struggles to keep the moans of pain and pleasure from escaping through quite a few spankings. Bex has learned she really gets off on a good spanking, but she does her best to keep that to herself. Delivering another swat across Bex's welted ass, Tracy finally relents after a total of six lashes, sending her back out to her mistress.
Retiring to the dining room, Bex catches the next question her mistress has asked her, easily staying focused. That she is, indeed, looking forward to her senior year, *Oh god, I never thought I'd be so excited about going back to school for a break from my life, school's been the thing I've needed; a break from my whole life-- not everyone's as gifted as their little sister.*
Hearing her youngest daughter laying out her life plan for her oldest brings a slight grin to the matriarch's face. "Oh, I almost forgot girls, your father sent a text message. He apologizes for missing your senior summer vacation, but it seems the merger of our two businesses has elevated his position and required him to partake in very intensive training classes. But he says he's very proud of you, Bex, for sticking to your decision to have your younger sister be your life coach and role model, and he can't wait to see you both again very soon."
*Oh no, daddy's gonna be gone the rest of summer in some work program? Shit, that means fucking Tracy's gonna be here the rest of the summer?*
As if on cue, Jill excitedly announces that Tracy will be spending the remainder of the summer with them since the twins are already off to college and her husband's been overseas for the last year and a half.
Tracy, having heard the end of Jill's announcement, places a firm hand under Bex's skirt on her very tender ass, giving it a playful squeeze. "Isn't that wonderful news, Bex?"
Biting back the yelp of pain Tracy's squeeze caused through her very staunch and gritted teeth, Bex manages a half-hearted, "That's wonderful, Ma'am Tracy."
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Approaching Victoria's home, Bex can't help but feel the nervous energy running through her body. The bumpy road isn't helping-- the buttplug lodged in her ass is sending shots of pleasure with every bump and pothole; the squirming is the result of trying to maintain her composure.
