Two Road Whores, Rode Hard
CHAPTER TEN: LESSONS HARD LEARNED FOR ALL

“Kitten is not allowed to take pleasure in her treatment” Tucker explained while he sat in one of the Cab Chairs with Amanda and they watched Kitten kneeling in the nude hover over her bowl and struggle with the tore up and soggy food. They could smell the sour milk from the milk shake that hadn’t been washed off fully, and had been surprised it took a full 10 minutes for Kitten to even make a dent in lapping it all up.

Not being able to use her fingers, meant she had to really stick her mouth and nose all the way up in the bowl and almost spear the food with her tongue in order to reel it back in. Kitten was realizing this would be how she would eat almost every day from now on and if they were not facing her front ways, they would be able to see her ass hole pucker up at the thought of it.

“So since this bitch has been thoughtless in putting her own pleasure before others, she now is denied even the simple pleasures of good food, and even the common dignity to eat with out having her legs spread naked like a good little doggy. Here turn around and face away from me Kitten, so I can see the more worthwhile part of you.”

Kitten couldn’t help but half smile into her bowl at that snarky dig on her. She had to admit he was saying things that made her skin crawl and that if anyone had dared call her a ‘Cunt’ before this she would have probably gone completely ape-shit angry on them. Still it felt appropriate to her as she ambled herself to face her buttcrack and pussy at her master and what is basically her former daughter.

“Aww, much better. Look at those nice holes. I can’t wait to remove the hair from there initially. You remember our deal right, Kitten?”

“Yes Master.” She did, she had agreed to have her pubes hair waxed and then to lean against the counter until it dried, and then essentially pull off the wax before she began the shaving rituals that she would be required to do every day.

“You don’t mind seeing Kittens holes?” Tucker asked Amanda, almost choking himself at how bold he had to be for this.

“Not really, its not like I do not know what she has. I don’t need to see them up in my face, I guess though what you said about it being more humbled to be displayed naked if you know someone may see you or will see you like that will help her, so that’s fine. Lets see you shake that butt, woman!” Amanda was laughing as she addressed kitten.

Kitten wasn’t sure if she should or not, when Tucker said “Go ahead and do what she said, Kitten. Give us a show while you lap up your dinner. Make that pussy pop for us.”

As Kitten tried to do a little rumpshaking and twisty dance on all fours and eat at the same time, Tucker explained.

“We talked about you having authority here, and I am going to try to use as a rule of thumb, if you see me say it or do it, you can do it.” He let that sink in.

“To that end, I am going to give you five scoobies a week you can use on her, if you can prove to me that you are responsible enough to use them wisely and you will keep up with what you need to keep up with on the truck. Now, what that means is in addition to the 20 dollars a week I give you for spending cash as allowance, these scoobies can be turned in for dollars, or you can offer them to Kitten in exchange for her continued good service around the truck, like a tip.”

“You mean like go topless from the dumpster to here?”

“Well if you really wanted, sure you could offer her that, but it may just be you want to play a game with her and say she can have a scoobie if she can finish some task in thirty minutes or less, but if she fails she gives you one of hers.”

They went back and forth on some different ideas on how they would work. Most were games or bets, and usually they involved Kitten being the butt of the joke.

“Even if she doesn’t accept the deal, you still win. You got her to make a choice and so as long as she is a participant in her training, the way I see it, is outside of what is absolutely expected of her, this gives me the flexibility to have her do things we didn’t necessarily agree were in scope and train even harder”

“Yeah, I see that” Amanda laughed. “eewww, did she just fart?”

“You know I think she did! That little stinker just cost you five swats to the butt. You know you are supposed to ask someone for permission to fart.”

“Yes Master, I am sorry. I will try harder to remember”

“Did you think we wouldn’t noticed your stinky ass, we are looking right at it while you eat.”

“No Master, I would never try to sneak anything past you”

“Yes you would, you lying cunt. Crawl over here and present yourself for spanking”. Tucker told Amanda there were essentially five one word positions and demonstrated them after he spanked Kitten hard on the ass while she counted them out, with his bare hand.
Each position was demonstrated several times in different order

SPANKING: “This is where the cunt bends over at the waist and grabs her ankle. I’ve punished her butt mainly” but for affect “I may spank her tits” he slapped them both with his hands causing them to jiggle “or even her face” he let one go across the face. “I am an equal opportunity punisher, so the whole body pretty much should get equal wear”

ATTEN-HUT: “This is where the ass cheeks must spring down, while the tits must flop up somewhat, so as to see a ‘snap’ to attention. Shoulders back, standing up straight. Legs closed (for a change). Eyes cast down so as not to see too proud.”

HEEL: “The bitch gets on all fours and keeps eyes cast down, palm of hands, knees, and ball of foot touching the ground. The legs should be wide enough that Master can physically see pink between the legs and both the butthole and pussy should be visible.” Master physically corrected her a few times to make sure she was wide enough but could still crawl without falling over.

SPREAD: “Cunt gets on her back where she belongs, takes both of her legs and pulls them apart with her hands and makes sure that both her pussy and asshole are visible and that the pussy is as wide as it can be.”

TABLE: “Part of a battery of furniture training, this one will be used so much, that she needs to make it common. She’ll be a chair, or a footstool, too but the table is the most useful form of all her forms. She has to bend pretty much as she does in Heel, except keep her head down and her arms and legs spread wide, with her back flat enough that if I set a glass or dish it won’t fall down. “ He then showed Amanda by setting a glass on her back and correcting Kitten until it was just right.

Amanda gave a half hearted attempt to sound convincing by giving the positions as orders and Kitten quietly assumed each one.


Tucker said “You do not have to put her through her paces, but its good to know you can and what to expect, so you can correct if she fucks up and doesn’t do it to her liking. Now lets say you tell her to go fetch you something and she doesn’t get it as fast as you think she should and with as much of a spring in her step, I want to show what funishments are!”
“funishments?” Amanda giggled at the play on words.

Tucker laughed and said “Damn Straight!”

Bastard, I didn’t excel at English (obviously) but I’d have to say that in addition to being a fan of irony, he was also fond of Tmesis devices within his training plan, merging “Fun” with “Punishment”.



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Okay, so I am not sure if Tmesis is the right term for "Funishment" but what I wanted to do was use the ironic bastard device a few times to end the chapter and then change it up. I am not sure how sustainable that is from chapter to chapter. Kind of like how "Honor Harrington" books by David Weber all have "Honor" in the title some how.

Any thoughts on where you'd like to see the story go?

I am just putting it into 1st gear really.

I have also thought about the prologue not being a fast forward, but more like something from 15 years earlier when Susan was in her hey-day. I wanted to make her seem initially not too wicked so that the reader may identify with her, but then I thought that maybe there was a wild side to her in college or something she had almost repressed.