Authority & Collar Readings!

"I know you seem to have your hands full with your sister and making sure she's behaving, but I have to tend to some personal business, so would you mind taking John's leash attached to his collar and keeping an eye on him while going to the party," Mrs. Doe asked Sara.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Doe, I can handle one more." said Sara grinning. Then she asked "Hey, how did John get in the program anyway."

"It's none of your goddamn business what I did!" snapped John before feeling Sara land a sharp smack to his reddened stinging rear. "Ow! What the hell Sara!" He yelled at her.

"You were disrespecting me, and since I have your leash, it means I can punish you for anything I choose, however I choose," said Sara

"That's not fucking fair! That can't be true! Mom! Tell her she can't do that!" said John in disbelief.

"Well... the rules say when a parent can't watch a N.A.K.E.D. participant, they must leave another person with the responsibilty. And, I did tell her to watch you. So she can punish you in almost any way she wants," said John's mother.

"No! Please put someone else in charge of my punishment. How about Joanne? She's naked and might be more nice," requested John.

"No, you'll have to deal with Sara... at least until you get to the party anyway." said Mrs. Doe

"Wait! Why can't I be in charge at the party too?" asked Sara.

"Read his collar, I'm sure Megan has told you a little about it." John's mother said, before turning and leaving towards home.

"What's on your collar John?" Sara asked.

"Nothing! Stay away from it!" said John, worried she would read it.

"John, I order you to let me see it," demanded Sara.

"No! Please don't look at it!" begged John.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal, since I am in charge of both you and Joanne, if you let me read your collar, I'll let you read Joanne's collar," said Sara.

"No the fuck you won't!" Joanne screamed at her sister. "There is no fucking way he gets to know my measurements!"

"Okay, Joanne, what if I throw in a little surprise afterwards too?" Sara asked before adding "I think you two deserve a little something after all."

"Sara, we just want to go to the party clothed, unless you can make that happen, there's nothing you can do that will cause me to willingly embarrass myself," said Joanne.

"I could make that happen, so do we have a deal?" asked Sara with a smile.

"Yes!" John and Joanne quickly said in unison, **** for some clothes.

"Alright then, Joanne, I need you to show John your collar," said Sara. Joanne stood there hesitantly for a moment. Then she slowly walked over to John staring at him, looking him over, and examining him. She could tell he was thinking about her binds. She barely had gotten the hang of moving while tied up. "Promise me you won't tell anyone what you read..." said Joanne.

"Okay Joanne," John said pulling her closely to examine her collar. It read "Name: Joanne Reed, Breast Size: 36C, Reason Instated: Fighting with Sara Reed.

"Alright John, get over here and let me read your collar," ordered Sara. John awkwardly stood there, shuffling his feet for a moment, hesitant to walk over to her. "Do you swear you can get me clothes to wear at the party?" he asked nervously.

Sara smiled a disarming smile and responded "I swear, I can do it, now just walk over here." John walked slowly over, his erection bouncing with every step. He reached her, and squeezed his knees together tightly, trying not to pee all over her body. His eyes were closed, he didn't want to see her read the tag on the collar. With his arms at his sides, his eyes closed, and desperately trying not to pee he said "Okay, I'm ready. Don't be too mean."