Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Three

The girls with the best of intentions, having talked to each other about this for a few minutes realized they were still flying by the seat of their pants (or lack thereof) of what to do about things. They summoned up all their courage, and walked into the kitchen totally naked.

Bill was shaking his head, although surprised his wife hadn't gotten dressed yet, considering he had found no way that they were going to be able to pay them back and “Get even”. He had resigned himself to that fact, but Chris was simply listening to his iPod blissfully enjoying eating whatever he wanted for a change.

Wendy first went to Bill, got down before her husband, kneeling with her butt resting on her heels, and put her head down in a very heart felt way “Sir, please forgive me. I usurped control of the household from the Men. I was very naughty and I was wicked. I laughed as I put both my beloved husband and son through humiliations you should never have had to endure. Sir will you ask if your son minds hearing what I have to say, as it concerns him too? I don't dare tell him what to do.”

Bill jerked the headphones out of Chris's ear, causing Chris to give him a surly look. Then pointing to his mother on the floor, Chris was suddenly aware something was going on and gave what passed for his full attention.

“I am sorry that was unpleasant, Sir” Wendy said addressing Chris “it is nothing to what we put you through, of course in terms, and there is no way me and Jamie can make it up to you both by submitting to the same treatment. As was explained to us, males have different triggers, and ways to keep them in line, then girls do. As well, it is only fair you have a little fun with it, because we certainly had our fun with you.” She swallowed as she heard herself say the words, it was a cathartic experience for her.

She could feel a pain deep in her stomach as the butterflies turned, wondering what was going to happen next. That and perhaps the fact they hadn't eaten all morning and it was probably 11am by now. Her stomach made a loud gurgling noise as it groaned to emphasize that she was also very hungry.

“Excuse me, Sirs” she said what she would have expected them to say any time they burped or farted when she was on the other side of this. They snickered, Chris stood up and went to the fridge preoccupied with his thoughts. “It does feel good to be able to grab a Pepsi anytime I want it....shit, it's all your Pepsi zeros...nothing cold with real sugar in here...”

“Sorry sir, sorry....one of the rules can be that the man get to dictate what is bought at the grocery store!!” Wendy pleaded.

Meanwhile Jamie had taken the attention position, hands behind back, tits out, silently watching this, wondering if she would have the same courage her mom did when it came her turn to get down and ask. Silently debating whether or not to let her mom hang alone, or to hang right along side her. She knew what her conscious told her was right. Despite the weirdness of it all, was to actually go through with this plan. She also knew that her but thole had just puckered, watching Chris crack a pepsi, take a long sip at the idea the two of them would be fed and drink at the whim of her brother and dad. They hadn't proven to be all that responsible, what if they forget one morning? It was going to involve so much trust, and just be well...in a word “Ick”.

While her daughter silently wrestled with her own fears, Wendy continued “So as I love you Bill, and Chris, and I only wanted in my misguided way to correct what I felt were shortcomings rather than accept them, I realize I took it too far and should never have done that. I beg you to consider giving a hard luck at my short comings, and to address them.”

“Still haven't answered how we are going to do that?” Bill said hopelessly, not showing a sign he was moved yet by his wife's plea for discipline.

“I am sorry Sir, I agree with you on what you said. There is no way it won't get weird. Jamie and I talked about it, and we agree for you to enjoy the payback, it has to be somewhat different for us. We know men are more visual, more aggressive, and you may get aroused by our predicament.”

“Aroused? You sound like Doctor Ruth” joked Bill, Chris had no idea who that was, but he laughed and agreed.

“Okay, yes you will get boners, you will want to cum, you will want to be more perverted than we were, Sir” Wendy said more plainly.

“You tied our peckers together with a dog leash, that is not perverted?”

“Okay...okay...I admit that sounds terrible” said Wendy barely hiding how hysterical that sounds now that she thinks about it. “We should never have done that” correcting “I should never have done that, and so what I am asking, is if you want to make your rules perverted, then Jamie and I will grin and bear it for your amusement, and not hold it against you after our turn at this. We'll agree to be a family again.”

“What if I want you to stay like this after the time is up?” asked Bill.

She sighed “I don't see how I could take off from work for more than two weeks, Sir”

“So, learn to go to work as my little bitch, you made Chris go to school as yours.”

“That we did, that we did...” in truth Wendy didn't want to do this for long, it was already super uncomfortable. “We could discuss arrangements after we heal the family and balance things out again, Sir?” she offered in compromise.

Shrewdly Bill did not answer, leaving Wendy to wonder if Bill was just grumpy, or if his doubts made him come across like a much strong willed man. She could have totally respected him across from the conference table at work in negotiations. If he cleaned up his looks, and she wasn't painfully aware of what a wishy-washy jellyfish he can be, she thought on first impressions alone he could be an executive with the right amount of confidence, perhaps bossing them around would give him that confidence?

Uh-oh, she was lost in thought and hadn't been listening. Dammit, that almost never happens to her. She thought to herself he was saying -something something about how will she handle it. Time to regain control of the conversation she thought to herself.

“I don't know, Sir...what I thought we could do, to start off today, is that you would spank me thoroughly, every place...and at the end, if it does not feel weird to you, then we will clean up the rest of the house and spend the day this way, while you work on defining the boundaries of the rules.”

“Okay...and why should we, if you never did?”

“That was a mistake sir. What happened as a result of me not defining the boundaries, was as new situations arose, and I escalated things, losing sight of why I had begun this in the first place, putting us in this mess...”

“And, how do we anticipate every situation that comes up?” Bill said with a quizzical expression.

“You cannot write a script for life sir, at work, we do risk assessments and plan for the things that are likely to go wrong. A lot of time, one plan can cover every reason one of our call centers may go down from weather to a strike, but the plan for getting back up and running is still the same. I would be willing to help you write it”

“Oh, and then you'd control it?” Bill asked suspiciously.

“No sir, you'd still be the ones to say this is the offer you want to make, and it's up to me and Jamie to agree, as well.”

“Jamie do you have something to ask us too?” Bill asked, aware that his daughter had been quietly contemplating the situation.

“Uh...yes sir” seeing as Wendy was in front of dad kneeling, she took a spot in front of Chris's legs at the table on the floor kneeling in the same position as her mom.

“We've been naughty” aware that sounded sort of dirty, she corrected herself but coming from such an innocent voice as hers, everything she said below Chris sounded like a bit of a euphemism for something much nastier. She was having trouble finding the right words.

Wendy offered quietly “Say what you would have expected Chris to say in this position...” But Jamie wasn't sure what Chris would say. So she spoke from the heart.

“I sit before you both, naked this morning for the things....crimes, yes crimes we did to you. They were crimes because we took advantage of you. You had left the house and had no place else to go, you had been coddled by mom for years, doing for you, and suddenly she cut you off, and you were caught off guard. We conspired together to teach you a lesson and we let it get out of hand, we abused our authority, and we took advantage of the fact you just wanted to stay.”

She paused, and her mom's stomach made another rumble “I hope after this, breakfast will be permitted sirs” she laughed and there was another ice breaker, to clear the seriousness in the air. Then she continued “But me and Mom, we aren't going to get kicked out of here, we don't HAVE to do this, we WANT to do this, because we love you both. I've never even been in a fight at school, I've done a little karate class along time ago, but I've got no idea what its going to feel like, but I am BEGGING you Chris to go ahead and spank my ass....tell me do you want to use the cutting board or the hair brush, I'll go get it for you and present myself. I didn't know mom was making you jerk off to keep you in line, but it doesn't surprise me. I guess I never really though about just how much sexuality there was to this, I am starting to realize...that men need that, you can jerk off, you can fart, you can burp, you can cuss you can do whatever you need to do, to feel like men...I want to stand by mom, for what we did, and say sincerely we're sorry, and we really need to have our behavior addressed, or we may find ourselves never being able to get past this....”

Bill looking down at his daughter kneeling asked “And if you don't think you can handle spanking, you want to quit?”

“I've never been a quitter, sir..girl scouts when we had rain, I went with mom to the grocery store to sell girl scout cookies inside the store. Cheer leading, no matter how bad the weather is, if the players can stand it, we stand it too so they can see we are rooting for them. It's time I cheer for my father and brother....”

So with that, he told them to go get the hair brushes. They were relieved until he added “On hands and knees...the ones out of your bathroom upstairs, and do hurry..chop chop” but they only had a momentary pause to process that, before getting on all fours like dogs and following each other out of the kitchen through the living room and onto the stairs.

When they returned Bill and Chris were completely naked and still shaved from head to toe looking a little less than manly. Pink bodies still out of shape, the girls were shocked as they padded in on all fours each holding a hair brush in their teeth. (since they couldn't hold it and crawl).

“Surprised to see us naked? How will you handle this, for two weeks, if the sight of us shocks you?” Bill was hoping perhaps trying to shock them would reveal whether or not this was all tough talk before he really had to do it.

Wendy padded up to him, spit the paddle onto the ground in front of him. “Please spank me, Sir, I was rotten to you, and deserve punishment” she said stoically.

Jamie was taking a deep breath to do it again, when Bill said “Oh wait...I've got an idea....come into the living room, and touch your noses to the carpet, on all fours, so asses are up....we need one more thing.”

“In for a penny, in for a pound” Wendy whispered to Jamie while the two of them we face down in their living room naked.

“I've never understood what that expression means” Jamie whispered back.

“Me neither, shush your father is back.”

“Heads UP!” he commanded, and dutifully they raised themselves off the ground in a push-up fashion.

“Impressive, aerobics really paid off....you can keep doing them, so you don't get out of shape IF we get through these physical punishments without you revealing yourselves to be cry babies.”

Wendy was about to answer, when chris took a moment to quickly stuff wadded up panties balled up into her mouth”

“Jamie...open!” and Jamie had to reluctantly open her mouth as well after a moment of thinking about it.

“These are the panties you wore last night.....” Bill said as he applied duct tape first to his wife's face and then to Jamie's. “You made sure to put Wendy's in her own mouth, right?”

Chris replied “You didn't tell me to do that”

Bill “Well they are probably your own, but anyway, everyday after work,you'll remove your panties from the day, put them in your mouth, come find us, and we'll decide if we want to gag you...understand?”

The Taylor ladies winced, but both nodded agreement. Soon with both the Taylor men seated on the Couch, they had draped Wendy ass up over Bill's knee, and Jamie ass up over Chris's. While they couldn't talk, they could listen, and the men seemed to be taking their time. Rubbing the butts, almost massaging them, while saying things like “This is how it should be, huh?” and “Mom's ass is rock hard...spread her butt cheeks a little” making Bill a little uncomfortable, but given the circumstances cheeks were parted and “Oh man!! glorious” was heard making Bill feel a little validated. He wasn't sure if he could do this by himself. He was glad Chris, was by HIS side.

The girls were moaning already, mumbling, and most likely wishing they would just get on with it. When the first strike came down like a hammer, the flat of a hair brush. Then one more, then another, then like popcorn in the microwave once the first few kernels pop, and the rest of them go, it was like a flood gate. Pop, Pop, Pop, a dozen more pops, and perhaps the escaping sound of ssssssssss  as one of them breathed out through the nose, followed by a murmur from below their knees coming from one the girls.

Not content with just the meaty part of the butt cheeks, both men aimed squarely for the butt crack, and trying to time it so that as they used their knee to push in and up on their charges stomach, on the down stroke it would cause the ass to jiggle and spread, and they could hit the tender pink flesh between cheeks.

“Having fun yet?” Bill looked down at his wife, who at first nodded “no” while murmuring but quickly changed it to nodding yes, yes...

“Wish I could believe it...stand up”kicking her belly with his knee to prod her up, Chris following suit with his own sister. “Let's do thighs....girls keep your hands behind your head, so you don't try to defend yourself...Jamie turn around and face your brother...he's already done your ass some, time to hit the front....

“You girls are sweating” Bill said as he worked the legs, and the bottoms of the feet, hearing them try to whine made his dick pop up fully erect. Chris too, although he wouldn't have known he was hard because neither made eye contact with the other.

The girls on the other hand, could see all too well the hairless balls and hard dicks of Bill and Chris, making slight semi-circles as they danced in the men's laps. Neither were crying, both in anguish when the men abruptly stopped.

“Okay...gotta let my arm cool down.....go crawl on your hands and knees and get the handcuffs, I am sure you ladies know where they are kept?....” there was a nod of yes and a murmur and a “Unless you can't handle it?”

The two women got down gingerly this time, sore and red...the blood rushing to all points below their waist. Rosy red ass cheeks sauntering once again upstairs.

“You can put them on yourselves, hands behind back, and walk back, but hurry!!” Bill said, nudging Chris “Hey we can be generous right?” and Chris giggled almost maniacally. “This is the greatest day ever Dad!!”

“Yes...yes it is, son.”

“This mom and jamie are going to quit, yet?”

“It's Wendy, Son...”

“Sorry Dad”

Laughing “I am kidding, just like she did with that little snot Jamie, you've got no rules, you can come and go as you please, call them what you want, bitches if you like..they asked for this.”

“You don't think I'll go back to being lazy, and my old habits, Dad?”

“C'mon, you wanna get punished too?” Bill joked.

“Oh no, I am just saying, I need to actually do some of what they told me. But yeah, I appreciate the trust...” he finished what he was saying as they came walking down the stairs.

It was almost like prom, when your date comes walking down the stairs, that magical moment, when they look as glorious as they are ever going to look, except the two perfect bodies were wearing nothing at all, except bruises and handcuffs behind their backs, they THEY put on.

“Dad, are you sure you can hit Jamie? I am not sure I can hit Mom....”

“Good point, let's switch off....let's do another time over the knee, and then finish up top on their chest” Bill said as if planning out. The girls began to whine and shake head no, starting to back away.

“Oh, too bad....you can't handle enough light dusting on the ass, you made me endure them for hours...well let's ungag them and ask, so we'll know for sure.” reaching up to rip off the duct tape, revealing slobber and last nights lipstick from their mouths.

Spitting out the panties Wendy said “no no, we came this far...we were just scared...” she was panicked, goosebumps, heavy breathing, nipples hard.

“Are you turned on?” Bill asked

“No no, it's an involuntary reaction, like Chris's on seeing me naked.” She explained, Chris just smiled, unsure if his was as involuntary or not, but saying nothing. “Will you ask Chris, when it's time to smack my tits, to not go too hard?”

“Why would I do that? The point of this exercise is to show just how hard the boys hit, and see if you prisses can take it?”

“You know why, Sir” Wendy said cryptically.

“Oh your mother has a boob job” Bill announced. I guess we all knew, her perfectly shaped teardrop titties were somewhat unnatural in just how naturally perfect they looked.

“Mom, I thought you said I'd blossom into your size later in life, like you did after you were a wallflower?”

“Sorry hon, I guess I passed you my itty, bitty, titty committee gene....I was technically not lying when I told you, you could blossom later in life...with a little bit of money and a surgery. I suppose the tits led to my ”

Bill let it go when Wendy added “My body is on Fire, Bill...all my nerve endings are screaming, pulsing, pumping with blood...Just like we have to get used to seeing your erections..” She nodded at theirs for explanation purposes given her hands were still cuffed behind her back “But, you have to get used to our girly parts being exposed and sometimes our nipples will be hard, and our..pussies wet”

It was Jamie's turn to speak, all eyes on her. She was sort of dancing back and forth on each foot, hopping to and fro, her feet still stung from stinging slices to the bottom of her foot in between the callous on the hell and the palm of the foot, is a tender little spot her Dad had focused on.

“DAD HITS WAY HARDER THAN CHRIS!” is all she could say, in a wide-eyed, breathless observation that sounded more like surprise than revulsion.  This once again made everyone kind of laugh, all except Chris who reached out with his hand with all his might and gave a mighty slap to his sisters ass.

“God, it's like hitting a rock, it's all muscle back there, Sis” Chris said “I can do it better with my hand, instead of the brush” the cherry color of her ass and its continued jiggle attending to that fact.

Bill said “The question is sweet heart, do you want us to stop, and you can march your rock hard little ass up stairs and put on clothes, and never speak of this again, or do you want to stay here and take it like the men did?”

“Can we have like 15 minutes to rest, Dad..Sir?”

“Did you guys give us a break in between beatings, or did you keep us dancing?” Bill asked.

“We didn't hit THIS hard” Jamie said still out of breath, her lack of the word Sir overlooked.

“Okay...well, I told you, the rules have to be different, to address things the new way, we're men, we hit hard. If you can't take it, than you should quit now”. Turning to his son to ask him “Chris, how about you..any issues with slapping your mom or your sister? Any guilt?” looking down and seeing his boner, “Okay, I guess that answers that...well it looks like we both want you to continue, what do you girls say?”

Wendy silently bent down with her knees, and first tried using her hands behind her back to get the panties that had been in her mouth. Then she went ahead and bent over it with her face, using her own teeth to pick them up and pull it into her mouth, and stand back in position.

Jamie shrugged “In for a penny, in for a pound...I can't believe I am gonna do this” letting out an exasperated sigh and sucking in her breath, she closed her eyes, and went bobbing for her own panties on the floor to take her place at attention in front of her dad.

Bill and Chris applied the duct tape “This family is gonna run out of duct tape, I'll have to take you down ot the hardware store soon, and get more” he said delighted for a reason to roam around the Home Depot. “That or buy a proper ball gag, when I get a look at the credit cards I'll have to see if we've got more for that sort of frivolity”

Bill ever the pragmatist continued to chatter about things he may need to start to do, while slapping his daughter's tits absentmindedly. He'd slap the bottom up, then a it jiggled up slap it down, then slap the sides. “Not much to hit” he gave a slap with his brush to the ribs. “Adam gave you one less one”

Chris giggled, he was making his mom dance and shake, by planting strikes with brush and the palm of his hand strategically across her upper AND lower body. “Dad, no one wants to hear about religion in their stories...besides, Adam didn't give her one less one, god did...”

“Chris” Bill said without taking his eyes of his daughter's sublime pain and punishment. In a voice that sounded tremendously satisfied “Shut the fuck up. No one likes a know it all”