After a while things settled into a normal life for the four of them. That is, if you consider having a part-time slave normal. Aside from that, 'normal' meant they had more contact with outside friends who were beginning to wonder why they were spending so much time in the apartment. Karen was happy as their maid and was enjoying the simple joys of keeping the living quarters in tip-top shape. She still wasn't perfect and would occasionally need to be taken over somebody's lap to help her learn to follow not only the rules of the house, but proper behavior in general. And there was always Saturday mornings when she and the paddle would spend some quality time together.

Rule #9 was not used as often as in the first few weeks since the boys and Sara were spending time with other friends and going on dates where they would invariably have sex. Still, there was something special about making love with a recently spanked slave. Oddly enough, it was more like making love than just sex born of lust. To be sure, the spankings weren't gentle but none of them would have had it any other way.

Karen's in-house wardrobe increased but the new additions were limited to more tank tops in different colors and a few more short (very short) skirts. But her favorite (and theirs) was the blue dress. It became the substitute for the spatula and the marking pen when Karen wanted physical attention. All she had to do was wear that dress and sit down a few times and she could be sure one or more of them would command her to lift the hem from the rear and put herself across a lap. And usually the lap had something trying to burst through some pants. After her bottom had been properly prepared in accordance with rule #9 the thing just mentioned would be put to good use.

Unless one of her roommates was not at home, she could count on servicing all of them. And since the boys found the sight of two women pleasuring each other very exciting, she and Sara would often do the lesbian thing. This always took a long time because the females were in no hurry and even got some satisfaction of making the males wait for their turn which usually resulted in two happy girls being reminded of how good heterosexual contact was. If Karen had already taken care of their immediate needs after her spanking it might be a half-hour with Sara but if Sara was the first to get her, she would be forcefully replaced at the first sign of her orgasm.

As per Karen's request, the male organs made use of all her openings and now that Sara was finding pleasure in anal intercourse they (Tom and Pete) were like two kids in a candy store with six marvelous places to choose from. There were nights when (with a little time in each) both guys plugged all available entrances to the women who were also lust-filled animals. One of the more interesting nights was when Sara wasn't feeling very sexy and chose to sit and watch as Karen straddled Tom and when he was firmly ensconced, she bent over so Pete could slip in the rear. It took a little doing to get the rhythm between the three of them to work out right but with the energy and perseverance of youth, they managed just fine.

They started to share the cooking duties (although the clean-up was still Karen's domain) and when it was Pete's turn they all knew they could expect something to be delivered. (After trying one his concoctions they agreed that take out food of any kind was preferable.) Although he would put up the cash it fell upon Karen to make the actual payment. She would answer the door in her eye popping tight top and short skirt but the best part (varying perspectives on this point) was when she would have to turn around and pick up some of the money that had fallen(?) on the floor behind her. She kept her knees straight but not too close together and bent at the waist to retrieve the bill. The rear hem didn't have to travel far to expose a bare bottom and her slightly open legs gave a clear view of other parts. More than one delivery person stood open mouthed and speechless as the money changed hands. The final touch was when Karen would kiss his cheek and thank him for bringing the food. Most often he would still be standing in shocked silence as the door closed in his face. Karen hated doing that but the alternative was an extra paddling after lunch on Saturday.

One evening Karen put on the special dress but unfortunately(?) this was also the night Pete was scheduled to 'cook' and that created a problem. How to give the deliverer the extra tip. They tried pulling the zipper down so her nipples were barely covered and although she made a pretty picture it wasn't quite the right image. Tom suggested they pull up the rear hem and pin it to her shoulders so all would be visible when she turned around to pick up the bill he had already placed on the floor but Sara rejected that idea. She loved seeing Karen in that dress as much as Karen adored wearing it and was afraid it would rip. There was nothing to be done but have Karen change clothes.

When she returned properly outfitted she was met by three stern faces. In her absence they discussed the matter and it dawned on them that everybody knew who was responsible for supper and maybe Karen's choice of clothes wasn't just an honest mistake but an childish attempt to avoid her little ritual. She tried denying the charge but one thing Karen was never any good at was lying, especially to them now that they had taken control of her life. Once the truth of their suspicions was established there was a brief discussion of what would be a suitable penalty.

(Actually, they had already decided on what they were going to do and it was not only going to be very humiliating for Karen but a lot of fun for them, Tee hee. The phony discussion was just to keep her in suspense.)

At last, sentence was pronounced. In preparation Pete and Sara removed the sneaky little brat's uniform. All two pieces of it. The next step was a good spanking over Tom's lap. A few more swats were added till the observers were satisfied with the color and were sure it would be obvious that this was a recently spanked bottom for quite a while. Then she was directed to stand with her nose in the corner opposite the front door where she could easily be seen by anyone standing there and would remain in that location till she was told to move. Without being told she knew it wouldn't be till after the food was delivered and the lucky fellow would have ample opportunity to see her. Tom's spanking was one of his best and she was crying but not just because of the discomfort on her rear end. She was more embarrassed than ever and when the front door was opened it was going to get much, much worse.

One more thing left to do. They didn't think she should be completely nude when a stranger came to the door but before she could get her hopes up they said she needed a blindfold. Now all she could see was black and she could imagine them standing back to evaluate the view. Rather than just let her stew in humiliated anger while she waited for the doorbell to ring Sara and Pete continued to lecture her and kept the color in her ass fresh. By the way, the anger she felt was for herself and the foolish stunt. She was not angry with them at all.

Her heart stopped when the bell tolled for her. She couldn't breathe as she heard the door open followed by the tell-tale noise of it hitting the doorstop so she knew it was more that slightly ajar. Once the food and money were transferred Sara said, "Oh I see you noticed our little brat. She's been a very naughty girl and needed to be punished. Didn't you Karen?" Wishing the floor would open and swallow her she nodded. Sara next asked, "You know, in a funny sort of way she is kind of pretty don't you think?" Karen didn't need any eyes to see some dorky kid with his mouth open and wide eyes nodding his concurrence. She tried to push herself closer to the wall. Maybe it would close around her and take her away from all this. She would never try to get out of showing a little bit of her bottom to delivery people again. Just send him on his way and close the damn door!

Ah, not so fast little one. They have more excitement up their sleeves.

Pete continued Sara's previous statement and sent waves of shock through Karen. "Would you like to see the rest of her?" An unintelligible grunt was all Karen heard but it was enough. Hands on her shoulders turned her around and slapped Karen's arms back to her sides. There would be no modest covering of the areas the young man was interested in seeing. Pete told Karen, "Come here brat." The brat he referred to just shook her head in disbelief but changed her mind and walked across the room. Actually all she had to do was follow her ear. Sara had a good hold and was leading the way.

Tears were noticed leaking from the blindfold and she could barely find her voice when she was told to thank the nice boy for delivering her food. She didn't think her humiliation could get any worse till the command to thank him was repeated and the ear started heading south. The sound of a zipper opening was all the further command necessary. She opened her mouth and waited only a second till her lips and the delivery boy's penis met. It didn't stop at her lips and her humiliation was complete. She was giving a blow job to some stranger and every time she went out she would have to wonder which face in the crowd was his and did he recognize her.

Still, she was a well trained sex slave and performed to perfection. The fellow attached to the pole in her mouth started moaning and Karen's brain, busy trying to find somewhere to hide peeked around a corner and said, "Hey! Wait a minute. I know that voice. It's Tom!!!" She pulled her head back and ripped the blindfold off and Viola! She was right. He was standing there with a big smile on his face and behind him the door was tightly closed. He snuck out after Karen lost her ability to see what was going on and met the real delivery in the hall. Then he rang the bell and after making it sound like the door was wide open they closed it very quietly. Tom helped her to her feet and as Karen realized how aroused she was from the humiliation, she kissed him and then joined in the laughter. It was a good joke. There was still the issue of the hard thing sticking out of Tom's pants and Karen's dripping whatsit so while Pete and Sara set the table, Tom and Karen were busy on the floor taking care of both problems.

After dinner they were all gathered in the living room and still chuckling over the joke. They each commented on the incident and Karen relived her humiliation as she told them everything that was going through her mind at the time. In retrospect she held no hard feelings towards them. It was a wonderful punishment and she thanked them for it. More discussion on the subject and Karen leaned back on the sofa as she repeated some of the better parts and her hand developed a mind of it's own and answered the call of one of it's fellow body parts. You can imagine the effect this had on the others. Sara was the first to act as she knelt in front of the storyteller and replaced the fingers with her mouth. Pete mentioned rule #9 and although Karen had gotten a spanking it was for punishment and didn't count and what about the no-sex except with a puppet restriction, hadn't Tom and Karen violated it earlier. Tom responded that Karen was not at fault. She had been ordered to start on him and it was only natural to see it through to the end.

However, that was then and this was now. He had a good excuse but what about Sara? Pete knelt down next the this latest sinner and said, "You know you're not supposed to be doing this." She nodded and Karen moaned. "You're being a naughty girl aren't you?" Another nod and moan. (I tell you what, I'll use shorthand for nod and moan (N&M) to save space but I have to mention that as far as Karen was concerned he could keep that head motion going for a long, long time.) Back to Pete.

"You know what happens to naughty girls? (N&M) They get spanked don't they? (N&M) Should you be spanked? (N&M) Unsnap your pants. (N&M and unsnap.) I'm going to take pull them down now. (N&M) Lift your knee so I can take them off completely. (N&M and knee lifted) Now the other one. (N&M and knee lifted) These are very pretty panties. (N&M) Do they deserve to be spanked? (N&M) (Opps, make that a head shake and moan.) Should I take them off? (N&M) You know that means you're going to get your spanking on your bare bottom? (N&M&N&M&N&M as he pulled them down.) Lift your knee so I can take them off completely. (N&M and knee lifted) Now the other one. (N&M and knee lifted) Are you ready to be spanked now? (N&M) Should it be a hard one that makes you cry?"

There was a noticeable pause before he got a vigorous nod. Karen not only liked the nodding but all of a sudden the mouth was driven into her as the first of many, many swats connected. Three orgasms later she felt Sara slide away.

She shared some of the guilt for Sara's transgression so she asked Tom to punish her also. He said he would get around to that later and said good night to the swordsman and his sheath on the floor as he took Karen's hand and they retired to his bedroom. She got her spanking a couple of exhausting and satisfying hours later.

As time went by they grew very comfortable in their respective roles. The periodic mother/naughty daughter relationship grew to father/father/mother/naughty girl. When she needed to be brought down a peg or two she had three parents who gave her lectures and spankings. This relationship didn't stop there. They really treated her like a little girl and would restrict her TV access when it seemed like she was behind in her schoolwork.

There was some question as to whether grounding her was in conflict with the agreement to let her have a normal life outside the apartment but although Karen's inner child would pout and stomp her foot she would abide with their decision. Actually, she only pouted and stamped her foot once. Like good and caring parents, they showed her they thought a temper tantrum like that was unacceptable behavior. She didn't sit down comfortably for two days and since it happened on a Thursday, the Saturday paddle session was even worse. However, when she was grounded she would stay in the apartment but it was hard to come up with excuses she could give her friends when she had to break planned engagements.

It was one of those groundings that come to mind. The little brat was acting bitchy all day. She even insulted them when she was with her friends and saw her roommates on campus so it was no wonder she got a good talking to and not unexpected spanking as soon as she got home. She said she didn't know what got into her and apologized profusely. They were not entirely satisfied with the punishment so far and told her she was under house arrest for a week. She begged for anything but that. It was Friday night and she had a date to go to a rock concert with a boy from one of her classes and she really wanted to go. She offered to add cleaning their rooms to her maid's duties for two weeks. She almost suggested an after lunch paddling tomorrow but thought better of it at the last minute. Unfortunately, they thought of the same idea and offered that as an alternative. Karen knew when she was defeated and said she would cancel the date but all of a sudden another idea was presented. They would delay the grounding and it would start the next day but tonight ...

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