A Pavlovian response in simple terms, are when two stimuli are linked together to produce a new learned response in a person or animal. Famously pioneered with Pavlov's dog and conditioning them to associate the sound of a ringing bell to eating. Interesting right? Perhaps Dr. Deigns read the Wikipedia page on it when coming up with his "scientifically proven" method of associating bad behavior to bad smells? Does it work? Probably not!

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Swallowing my pride and steeling my resolve, I step through the threshold and enter the living room.

"Oh good, here I was worrying I was gonna have to hunt you down. I'm not ready to say you're getting better, but at least not having to drag you in here is a start. Ready?"

Mom stands in the middle of the room next to the coffee table. A bottle of water, her phone, and the TV remote are all lined up neatly next to one another. To anyone else this wouldn't mean anything. To me this meant she'd laid all of these things out because she knew she wouldn't be moving for a while. My stomach begins doing flips.

I groan. "Maybe you could reduce my time? Progress! Like you said, right?"

Placing a hand to her chin, Mom scrunches up her face.

"Well. Dr. Deigns did say it's important to reward obedience in equal amounts." She smiles. "Fine, honey. For doing the absolute bare minimum we'll only go for 55 minutes instead of an hour. A whole five minutes early!"

I'd foolishly hoped for more. But I couldn't let it show on my face or she'd take it back. Five minutes less of having to smell mom's butt was still less time overall. Crap, were this stupid quack doctor's ideas actually working on me?

"G-great!" I swallow again.

Like absolutely nothing odd is going on here, mom undoes the button on the front of her pants. I can't help but notice her pink underwear. The little roses on them, a cruel mockery of what truly hid beneath. That old myth about girls not farting? Big lie. Though big sis swears she never has. Maybe it's just moms?

*snap snap*

"Earth to Derek. Come in Derek."

Staring ahead I realize I'm looking at the ceiling. When did I get on the floor? Did I do it or did she?

"Hey. No disassociating! You must get that from your father."

Gliding over me, mom casts a menacing shadow despite the well-lit room. The crimson of her shirt reminds me of Ethan's bloody nose.

The world slows down as I hear the unzipping sound that means I'm about to see far more than I ever wanted.

The only thing Amber ever thanked mom for was for gifting her with a big butt. I remember them chatting over breakfast one morning about it despite dad's constant reminding that this "wasn't a good breakfast conversation." Honestly, I didn't want to think about either of their butts, yet it was the only thing that came to mind as Mom slides her jeans down to the tops of her thighs, putting hers on full display.

Are you really just going to take this?

The words echo in my head as if from someone else. In fact, I already heard it today. When Ethan told me to go build a dam.

Fight or flight kicks in as Mom's butt gets closer. If I didn't do something right now, my face was gonna be stuck in there for an hour! Er... 55 minutes!

I lift my arms to stop her. Looks like Dr. Deigns is a phony after all. I haven't learned anything!

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