Obeying mom

Defeated you stand up to gather the plates and carry them over to the sink. Halfway through the small pile your mom passes by, still busy with your phone, and slaps your butt. "Not even considering putting some pants on. You are evolving quite well, slut. My training is bearing some fruits." Rubbing your stinging behind you realize that she is right. You are doing housework in your underwear because it never occurred to you to ask to dress again. Because it felt right like this.

Once you are done with the plates you put them away and search for your mom again. This time you wouldn't forget to ask for permission to dress. You find her relaxing on the couch again, furiously typing away on your phone. "Mom, may I get dressed now?", your voice sounds small and girlish, and you again are humiliated by the fact that you even have to ask for clothes.

On the couch your mom looks up. "Hmm... I really like our fucktoy walking around constantly advertising her values. But you are right. Since I am busy taking care of your future, you should make yourself useful and clean the house a bit. There is an outfit in the top drawer of your wardrobe. Put that on.", she says before gesturing you to follow her order and turning back to the phone.

As you climb the stairs to get to your room you come across your brother carrying a big garbage bag. As you pass him, he takes the opportunity and gives your butt a sharp slap.

"EEep!", you gasp as his strong, manly hand stings considerably on your soft skin. He laughs and keeps on walking. Maybe your mom was right, and the household really likes its toy to walk around barely dressed. As you continue your way you find it hard to decide what is worse: The prospect of a future nearly without clothes or the fact that this prospect is making your panties wet again?