Julie and Ashley

Read the book on the American Revolution, jot down questions on the war, and make them difficult enough that I could punish Violet whenever I felt like it. It didn't seem hard.

I wasn't the type to get distracted or to procrastinate, even without the promise of an immediate reward. In this case, there was a promise of a reward, and it was a very compelling reward. The sweet memories of Violet's expert mouth should have been enough to keep me laser-focused, and in most instances, it would have been.

"I'm bored."

"And I'm busy." I hold up the notes, "Can't you come back an hour later?"

"No. I'm bored now."

"Do you even know what you want to do?"

"Nope. I was hoping you would have an idea."

A sigh escaped my lips. Fallout. There was always unintended fallout from my commands- something I had come to terms with over my encounter with Elizabeth. It didn't mean that I was perfect at anticipating the possible consequences.

Julie Haverty considered her brother to be her closest and best friend. Nothing is ever awkward between them, and she’s comfortable discussing anything with him.

My sisters and I had never had a close relationship. With Julie, it had been cordial, but it hadn't been so close that I was her first choice for companionship. At best, I was the last resort.

Before my command, she would have probably been more comfortable texting her friends and arranging something with them. If all of those had fallen through, she might have reached out to me. If I told her I was busy, Julie would have stopped asking and watched Netflix or something.

Our relationship wasn't so close that she would have felt comfortable badgering me to do something with her.

Her insistence that I do something with her was a departure from the old norms. One that I wasn't sure I was pleased with given the current scenario.

A mournful glance at my incomplete notes. I had trailed off in the middle of writing about the winter at Valley Forge. I considered simply continuing. There wasn't much left to write. Just this and the Battle of Yorktown- "I'm bored"- if I could get my sister to shut-up I could do it in half-an-hour.

"If you have anything quick we can do together- I'm talking five minutes or less- we can do that. Then I need to finish up my notes, which is going to take a half-hour. After that, I promise to give you more time."

As Julie deliberated, I turned my attention back towards the book. Not only did she have to think my proposal through, but she also had to think of something quick we could do. I figured that would keep her busy for a while.

I only managed to get a few more lines down when she said, "Tell you what, I'll leave you alone for an entire hour if you answer a question for me honestly."

The offer put me on guard. It seemed too good to be true, but I wasn't willing to reject it until I heard it out. "What's the question?"

"How do you keep Ashley under control? What do you have on her?"

"That was two questions," I stalled. Julie has asked me this in the morning as well. "And besides I already told you I don't know. Ashley's always been like this."

"And I made it clear that I don't believe you. Tell me the truth or I'm not leaving you alone."

I don't glance at her out of the corner of my eye this time. My head lifts and my eyes seek out hers. Julie looks beautiful.

My commands had done their job in making her comfortable around me. Comfortable enough that she hadn't hesitated to invite me into the bathroom while she was getting ready. Comfortable enough that she didn't mind me seeing her half-naked.

Similarly, Julie hadn't seen the point in changing into something more conservative now. She had felt comfortable skipping into my room wearing a sky-blue pushup bra and tight black shorts.

Her outfit left her midriff bare, and most of her long legs on display. It was a good start, but as my dick started to harden, I remembered I had seen her wearing even less this morning. I wanted to see her wearing that little again.

"Are you sure you want to know how I did it?"

"Stop teasing me and give me an answer already!"

"This isn't teasing. If you're interested, that comes later," I corrected her. "Are you familiar with BDSM?" I was depending on my command stating that nothing would ever be awkward between us overriding her aversion to talking about sex with her brother.

"Did you and Ashley have sex?" I was also depending on it overriding her aversion to ****.

"If you're asking whether I stuck my dick into her vagina yet, the answer is no. As to what I did do- well I think it would be easier to show you. How would you feel about having Ashley be as submissive towards you as she is to me?"

"You're kidding. That would be amazing!" Julie almost vibrated in place.

Her excitement died when I made to stand up. Her hand shot up, palm open in the universal gesture for 'stop.' "I might be okay with you seeing me like this," she gestured to her state of undress, "But Ashley? Give me a few minutes to get changed. I'll be right back."

Then, before I could say anything, Ashley skipped out the door. I waited for her to leave and then counted to three. When I was sure she wouldn't come back, I exploded into motion, lunging for my bag to ferry out the notebook I used to make changes.

Even if I didn't have a chance to make my changes before we met with Ashley, I was confident the situation would have worked out given the last set of changes I made. Ashley was submissive around me, and couldn't make decisions without me. If I told her I was using her for a BDSM demonstration, she would go along with it.

I doubted that she'd contradict my claim that we had bondage sessions in the past either.

If I didn't believe those two things to be true, I wouldn't have set up this scenario in the first place. I hadn't been expecting Julie to allow me to let me use the notebook, after all.

That being said, it would be remiss if I didn't use this opportunity now that I had had it. There were a few quality-of-life changes that I could stand to make, and a few more that would make this endeavor far more entertaining.

I opened the notebook and started to write.

"I'm letting Julie into our arrangement."

Ashley felt a thrill of fear go down her spine at the sight of her master. Their relationship was a new one. New enough that her response to him wasn't ingrained yet. Averting her eyes, tilting her head down in supplication- these things still required thought. Hopefully, he wouldn't punish her too harshly for her slow response.

It wasn't until Julie spoke that Ashley realized Julie was there or tried to process Master's opening line. "Does she always dress like this when the two of you are alone?"

"Mostly." Despite his reply, his eyes raked up and down her body like this was the first time he had seen her this exposed. That wasn't true, of course. Despite how recent their relationship was, her master had enjoyed her as frequently as he could. This outfit was one of his favorites.

Master had requested that she wear it as often as possible, and Ashley didn't dare disobey. She couldn't be seen wearing it in front of their parents, however, so Ashley had secluded herself in her room as often as possible, doors locked.

Their parents allowed it, chalking it up to her being a moody teenager. Ashley encouraged their mistaken theory, actively acting more volatile to confirm their suspicions. For now, the status quo was working.

Her parents were in the dark, Julie had been on the outside, and the master had a key. Whenever he wanted her, he could have her. Ashley had hoped that would be enough. She had hoped in vain.

"Playing dress-up is fun," John continued, "but that came after I got Ashley to behave herself. If you're okay with just ogling her-"

"You're not getting off this easy. You can study some other time. You promised to show me how you got her to submit, so you're going to show me how you got her to submit."

Perhaps she shouldn't have been such a bitch to Julie. In her defense, at the time it had seemed like a good idea. It was a good way to play up the volatile teen angle in front of her parents. She couldn't use John for obvious reasons, so Julie became the default target.

Her 'good idea' seemed to be backfiring spectacularly, and she was left with the foreboding feeling that soon, she would have a mistress in addition to a master. John confirmed her suspicion when he beckoned Julie forward, closer to Ashley.

A hand caressed her ass.

"Our sister is sensitive. A caress feels like heaven to her." The hand squeezed gently, and a moan ripped itself from Ashley's throat. Despite this, she tensed, familiar enough with John to know what was to come. "And a slap feels like hell." The hand released her only to come rocketing downwards. The moan turned into a cry, and then back to a moan as John massaged the spot he had slapped.

"Mix pain with pleasure. Pain to punish and pleasure to reward," his voice was that of a counselor.

It didn't seem like Julie was eager to take his counsel, however. "Why would I reward her after she spent years tormenting me?"

"I started with pleasure. It kept Ashley hooked. It kept her eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel. and kept her from complaining about the pain. Made training her that much easier. If you want to go another way, that's up to you, but that is how I got her to submit."

Both Ashley and John watched Julie as she considered her options. Ashley with more dread than John, who watched it as a bystander might. That made sense, because it didn't affect him. He'd be getting a show regardless.

For Ashley, on the other hand, Julie's decision would determine whether she could walk the next day. She begged Julie to make the right choice with her eyes, but Julie had sinister intentions.