serving now chapter 1

Planning was half the fun. Matthew and his hot
daughter, Janette, spent weeks over the summer,
plotting the scenario. They wanted a naturally
sexy, impressionable girl, similar to Janette in
appearance, who was eager to learn and could be
trained.
Once Janette's senior high school semester began,
she spent weeks looking without luck, even at
other schools. She went to baseball and soccer
games, extracurricular club meetings, dances,
skateboard parks, and malls. Nothing. Sure, she
found a number of possibilities, but none of them
fulfilled the criteria. That is, no one had the
potential to be as hot as she was.
Finally, a new girl transferred in from a different
city and didn't know anyone locally. Unworldly and
awkward, she was shy and insecure, which were all
good for Janette and her father. Another benefit:
the new girl's clothes, hair and makeup were all
awful. But Janette saw through the girl's
appearance and realized the potential. The two of
them were similar in shape and coloring, which
Matthew, her father, had specified.
Next to Janette, beneath the tacky unflattering
clothing, beneath the rat's nest of tangled, dirty
hair, beneath the cheap makeup, Angelina was the
hottest, most sensuous girl Janette had seen - only
Angie didn't know it yet. Nor did anyone else. Her
dated hairstyle obscured thick, straight, jet-black
hair. The over-heavy makeup covered a perfect
olive complexion. Unflattering, dorky clothing
covered her exciting 5' 6" frame, two inches less
than Janette.
Inexperienced, Angie lived a dull life all the way on
the other side of town with Justine, a single parent,
who worked long hours at a distant school as a
Spanish teacher during the day and taught English
as a second language in adult ed at night. Justine
was practically an absentee mother. And when she
was around, she wasn't any better. Poor parenting
skills. Angie couldn't stand Justine, for being such a
neglectful, irresponsible mother. A bad mother
who failed to show up on time, was forever
forgetful, broke promises, etc.
But Angie had at least inherited her hot looks
directly from her sensuous 34-year-old mother.
When the well-dressed, rich, smart and very pretty
Janette befriended Angie, her cool new friend -
and her handsome, sexy father - were exactly what
the naive girl needed. And the shapely, moldable
new arrival was exactly what father and daughter
wanted.
Janette promptly invited Angela to sit at her table
during lunch and quickly "adopted" the friendless
newbie, giving advice, answering a slew of
questions, and extracting useful information. Angie
was smart, grateful and malleable. At 18, both
were seniors, but Janette had way more life
experience and was self-assured, qualities that
gave her authority and control over the more
passive Angie. The two began spending most of
their free time at school together. At the end of
their first week, they were already going places
together: the mall, cafés, the park.
For the next two weeks, Janette did a total
makeover for her friend, making changes every
day. Angie went with Janette to her hair salon,
where the sophisticated, confident girl treated the
insecure, trusting one to a style and cut so the
newcomer's hair matched Janette's: short, straight
and tomboy-short, like a young Winona, Halle,
Natalie or Demi's pixie cut. Janette gave Angie
good makeup, instructed her in how to apply it
and began reworking her wardrobe. Since Janette
was a B+ student, she helped her protégé with
homework, reports and prepping for exams. Angie
was reborn.
Janette had remade the girl in her own image,
accentuating the girl's lovely hair, skin and hot
body. Angie began spending time after school at
Matt and Janette's house, which was large and
luxurious compared to Justine's confining,
functional apartment in a mediocre and remote
neighborhood. When Matt first met Angie, he was
immediately excited and thought for one strange,
fleeting moment that she was Janette's younger
sister. Janette could immediately tell how much
her father was attracted to her new sidekick. And it
was obvious that Angie was suggestible, pliable.
For example, when she asked Janette about a
boyfriend or boyfriends, Janette was dismissive,
expressing her boredom with and disdain for
naïve young boys. Soon, Angie was verbally
echoing Janette's stated preference for older men,
men of the world such as. . . Matt.
When Matt learned that Angie's mother, Justine,
had to moonlight to make extra money, and taught
adult ed at night, he and Janette began inviting
Angie to stay for dinner. He drove her home
several times, to the opposite side of town. That
lengthy round-trip, full of red lights, was anything
but convenient. But the girl had been so tired that
she twisted to the side in the passenger seat, her
legs up against the door, and lay her head on
Matt's thigh. Her full, short skirt immediately slid
down her thighs, revealing the toned young flesh.
Matt lifted the material so all of it lay above the
girl's waist, exposing her tiny panties. They looked
just like Janette's. His daughter had groomed the
new addition well: the taut panties were sheer and
her mons was shaved, revealing a succulent pair of
thick lips. Matt smiled. Janette was nothing if not
thorough.
The next day, with Matt's prompting, Janette asked
Angie if she'd like to sleep over some nights and
Angie responded enthusiastically. Janette
suggested that Matt to call Angie's mother, Justine,
to ask permission. So he called, explaining his
background, impressive job, and that, despite the
absence of Janette's mother, who lived on the
other side of the country, his daughter was doing
very well in school and was delighted to have a
new best friend in Angie.
Even Justine's voice sounded sexy on the phone.
She complimented Janette's influence on Angie's
appearance, grades and friendship. "It's a relief
that Angie has such a great friend in Janette,
especially because we're new arrivals and because
I work such long hours." The appreciative mother
also asked the usual parental questions: "Will
there be supervision?" "Would it be any trouble?"
And "If she misbehaves, please send her back
home immediately."
"Oh no," Matt said. "If she gets out of line, I'll deal
with her in the same way as I do Janette. Strictly."
"Ok," Justine said slowly, whose own upbringing
had been very strict. And she'd been extremely
strict with Angie. But she was afraid to ask for
details. She hoped that Matt's cryptic response
meant he would be severe, since Angie was a
stuck-up, resentful, disrespectful brat who
deserved to be subdued and made respectful.
Having Justine's permission - and gratitude - for
her daughter's sleepovers, Matt sat down in the
living room with the two girls. He explained the
rules of the house: hard work at school and
serious studying at home, with commensurate
rewards in the form of clothing, music, gear,
restaurants, trips, concerts, fun weekends, and so
on. Violations of the rules would be dealt with
promptly in the form of punishment.
He warned Angie, "If any of your grades go down,
or if you misbehave in any way, you will definitely
be punished. And I don't mean with a time-out or a
spanking. Spankings are only for children. And I
have authorization from your mother to deal with
you promptly and strictly, as I already do with
Janette. Do you understand?" Angie nodded
tentatively.
"How does your mother punish you?" Angie
squirmed in her seat. "Does she strike you?" Angie
nodded, incredibly embarrassed. "With her
hands?" Angie shook her head, too mortified to
speak. "Does she use a hairbrush?" The girl was in
an agony of humiliation and refused to answer.
Matt nodded to his daughter. Janette stood and
lightly slapped Angie's cheeks. "Daddy asked you a
question."
"With. . . with a strap," Angie blurted. Janette
glanced at Matt, both delighted that the girl had
experienced corporal punishment.
"Where did these. . . sessions take place, and what
was your mother wearing?
Angie swallowed. "They happened all around the
place. She would strip down to her bra and panties
because she would sweat from the exertion of
binding and punishing me.
"Let's make sure you understand. Janette, get up
and stand in front of me." His daughter complied,
facing him, legs spread wide, her ass in front of
Angie. "Raise your skirt." Janette lifted her skirt to
her waist and tucked the front and rear fabric into
her belt. Father and daughter heard a small intake
of breath as Angie saw the red marks at the top of
Janette's thighs.
"Take off your panties." Janette drew them down
and off, again widened her stance and leaned
forward, resting each of her hands on one of Matt'
shoulders, thrusting her ass toward her best
friend. Angie shifted on the couch, ogling the
stripes covering Janette's ass. She'd seen Janette
nude in the girl's showers at school, but this was
different and strange.
"Get up and come here," Matt ordered.
Obediently, Angie apprehensively walked over to
them. Matt grabbed one of Angie's hands and
placed it on one of Janette's welted ass cheeks,
moving Angie's hand around the hot flesh. Janette
moaned quietly. "Those hurt because Janette was
punished only last night. Feel her thighs as well.
Angie's hand drifted down, her fingers skimming
through Janette's butt crack till they caressed the
weals on her friend's young thighs.
"They're beautiful," Angie whispered.
"Will you accept this kind of discipline if I deem
that you deserve it?" Angie nodded, too stunned
and excited to be capable of speech. "Have you
ever been punished with anything other than a
strap?"
"Yes Sir. . . ." Matt waited for details. Reluctantly,
the girl added, "My mother has stripped me, tied
me and punished me with. . . with floggings." Matt
and Janette exchanged a glance for a fraction of a
second. This was interesting news. He stared at
Angie, demanding more. "And since my dad wasn't
around, I was also disciplined by my brother. So I
accept your authority."
"Your brother?"
"Yes, he's really cute and is very close with my
mother. They even look the same. But he's very
strict."
"What happened after your mother and brother
finished your discipline?" No answer. "Did they
ever give you pleasure? Did they ever make you
take care of them?"
Angie said, "Yes, my brother would usually use a. .
." She faltered and stopped. "I mean, he would
make me kneel. . ." She changed her mind, bolted
from the living room and ran upstairs to her
bedroom.
Matt smiled at his daughter, delighted about the
new information. So Angie was not a total stranger
to B&D, or to servicing older men. "Good. Then
we're done here." Janette lowered her skirt. As she
left the room, Matt began planning a demo for
Angie.