Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Thirteen

Bill and Chris were a little mystified of their new house pet's good spirits. Had the shoe been on the other foot (as it had been just a few days ago), the men knew they would not have enjoyed what just happened.

“Did you have a good talk?” Bill asked somewhat coyly.

“What do you mean, Sir?” Wendy asked surprised.

“You know....with each other out there? A little pep talk?” Wendy thought he knew about the neighbor boys peeping.

More calmly “Oh yes, thank you for not gagging us, Sir. Even though I am sure you tire of our tone and our running our mouth, having the opportunity to talk to one another, lets us kind of cheer the other on..we're both in this together.”

“I thought as much.” Bill said with a subtle hint of snark. “You two have been better sports about this whole thing than I would have expected. You haven't given us any lip, or talked back”

“The way you say that, it sounds like you are almost disappointed, Sir?” Wendy asked.

“Well, no.” Bill paused collecting his words “It's just, I am impressed with your courage. When you had us over a barrel, we were in a little more misery”

Jamie made shocked face, like she was having a heart-attack, clutching her left boob “Oh...Massah...Massah” bending at the knee “The pain, the pain!!!” causing the others to stare at her in dismay, before stopping suddenly with a smile “Better, Sir?” she smiled helpfully.

“Okay Smart-cheeks, very funny” her dad frowned in a bemused way at his daughter's attempt at levity. “How about you two spread some of that positivity around and start cleaning up the house, wash the dishes, put things away.”

“Yes Sir, happy too, but may we have a drink of water, and wash some of the sweat and lotion off our skin?” Wendy asked her husband nicely.

“And if possible, take a pee, Sir” Jamie did a pantomime of the pee pee dance, where you sort of shift from one foot to the other.

“Oh brother, its always something one of you wants..” it was Bill's turn to pretend he was so put out by having to grant his wife and daughter's request for humorous affect.

“Fine..Chris, will you take them out in the yard and hose them off, they can drink from the garden hose, your sister can pee in the yard?  I am sure Rosco will want something to sniff on the flower bed other than his own pee.”

“I aint your nigger” Chris said flatly.

“I didn't say you were” Bill replied, a little shocked that his son's use of that word. They had said cocksucker, buttfucker, slut, whore, shit, piss pretty frequently and recently in their talks, but this was a word families like the Taylors never dared to utter.

“Well, you keep ordering me around. Why don't you do it?”

The two of them were not on the same page about how to share authority. Wendy sized this up immediately, a weakness in the chain of command. Dressing each other down in front of the rank and file, which in this case was her and her daughter. It was a rookie management mistake, something she'd never do as an executive herself.

Jamie two saw the chink in the men's solidarity. If it had been her and her mom, having a disagreement they would have settled this matter out of earshot of Bill and Chris when they were in charge.

Bill said “Fine, I didn't know you felt that way, I was just trying to give you direction, Son. I'll take them out there.”

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other, wondering if the boy's who had watched them for the last few hours, would still be out there or if the two of them going inside would mean they boy's had lost interest in watching their yard.

Taking his wife and and daughter by the nipple. Jamie with his right hand on her left titty, and Wendy with his left hand on her right teardrop shaped melon, squeezed down hard, causing them to gasp. He was taking out his frustration with being confronted by his son on them. He pulled them back in the yard, dramatically and angrily and had them stand in the very center.

Then yanking up the garden hose with his might, he started to bring it over . “Go ahead and piss and shit if you've got too.” he said as if no neighbors could possibly hear, despite the fact that just their backyard wasn't exceptionally large, and they were surrounded on all three sides by houses on a warm but breezy Sunday afternoon.

“Yes Sir!” the two of them squatted on the grass, and began to coat it in a yellow stream from their pussies “This is bad for the lawn” Wendy smirked at her daughter, neither of them really caring about the lawn.

“Bend over, spread your asses....” Bill said curtly, directing both Wife and daughter to pull their cheeks apart, bending at the waist with knees slightly bent.

He then sprayed them directly in the face with the first squirt of water. “Oops, my bad....need to target a little higher” crimping the garden hose to get as much water pressure, the day's sun having heated up the tepid water coming from the hose, not scalding but no where near refreshing.” he took his time spraying their asses, backs, chest from that position until announcing “open your mouth holes, time to take a drink”

Then angrily telling them to stand at attention, the women stood up straight, clenched tight muscular asses facing the glass patio door, hands behind back. Tits out, chin up.

“Wave goodbye to the boys you've been talking too, and thank them for keeping you company ” Bill's order was serious, but given in a “I knew all along” tone.

Wendy turned in shock to her husband “You knew!!” to which his immediate reply was a blast to the face with warm hose water.

“Turn back around, slut....and do what I said”

“GOODBYE GUYS” Jamie was the first to wave, her wave and cheerful tone sounding like a cheer leader's practiced manner at a pep rally waving everyone out of the gym.

Another quick blast from the garden hose, right on her pert ass from behind, surprising her and having her bend one knee in shock before recovering.

“Guys? I think your betters are called Sir...try again.” Bill demanded.

“GOODBYE SIRS....THANK YOU FOR KEEPING US COMPANY TODAY!” Jamie corrected giving it a nice positive rah-rah spin.

“Tell them, you'll be out here everyday after school with your mom if they want to watch. Wendy rolled her eyes, involuntarily thankful that she was facing ass to her husband and not directly at him.

“WE SHOULD BE OUT HERE EVERYDAY AFTER SCHOOL, ME AND MY MOM, IF YOU WANT TO KEEP US COMPANY, WE'VE GOT TO GO IN NOW.” Jamie laid it on a little thick, but all the while beneath the positive cheer, she was feeling butterflies in her stomach and a tinge of regret over what she had agreed to do today.

Bill pointed at the grass “Heel” and without checking to see if they did it, he walked into his house.

They were of course on all fours waddling back inside, and naturally the dirt from the lawn stuck a little to their freshly wet palms and knees, but it was nothing a little dusting off once they got to the patio couldn't resolve.

Wendy asked once they were back in the living room and standing “I can't believe you knew they were out there.”

“We could hear you yelling over the fence, mom” Chris said “I am sure the neighbors on any side could.”

Chris and Bill fist bumped, once again made up over their little disagreement earlier “Sorry for telling you what to do all the time Chris.”

“Well, maybe you should spend a day, seeing how it felt to be bossed around, maybe I should make you watch them piss and stake them to lawn chairs, all day” Chris said in hurt tone.

“Really?” Bill was concerned.

“Nah, Bro's before Ho's, Dad...I was just fucking with ya.”

“Good one, Son” Bill smiled getting the irony of Chris's suggestion, because his Wife and Daughter were having to experience what he and his son basically did for two weeks. Although he had to admit to himself, his way of running things was far more interesting than theirs.

Turning to his daughter and wife “Well...pick a knee and get on one, the two of you have a lot to answer for?”

The girls wide-eyed walked over to the couch where Bill and Chris were now sitting, and Wendy laid across her husbands lap, while Jamie stretched across her brothers.

“You know what you did wrong don't you, Wendy?” Bill asked.

“So many things, Sir....didn't ask if I should go get the hair brush?”

SLAP – Bill brought down a hard flat palm on his wifes hard ass. “Damn, that is one chiseled hard ass.”

Wendy smiled, obviously she still had nerve endings back there, the slap hurt, but the suggestion that she had a super nice butt was in its own way flattering.

“I am not going to wear my hand out on that stone you call a fart-box” Bill said, using a word that instantly took away any unintended complement about the niceness of her ass. “Sit on my lap facing me, legs over my shoulder”

Jamie had to do the same. The girls had their knees over their spanker's shoulders, with their crotches spread so that their cunts were touching the men's bellies. The way they were laying, they were looking up at the ceiling and using the palms of their hands to hold themselves up.

SLAP-Bringing his hand down on his wife's bared pussy, now fully exposed by this position, making her grunt.

“Well, let's start with the fact that Chris told you, to invite over anyone who caught you out there.”

SLAP-the two Taylor men were in unison, punishing the tender pussies with the leverage they got from keeping the women upside down on their laps.

Jamie offered “We thought he was joking...they sounded like kids”

SLAP-bringing down another swat.

Chris said “I don't hear any counting! And does this seem like I am joking”

SLAP-”Uh...four Sir....no, you don't seem like you are joking, just we” Jamie explained.

Chris response over the next few slaps was that he had been serious. “What would have happened if the went home and told their parents what they saw? Inviting them in, would give us a chance to do damage control, you stupid sluts. We could have worked out a deal with them to keep their mouths shut. Now, we run the risk that they'll tell someone else, and get us in trouble!”

Wendy wondered then why Bill had made them announce they would be out there everyday if he felt this way. It was a good point though, one she hadn't considered about inviting them over to actually PROTECT them.

“We weren't sure what you would do, Sir” Wendy explained counting out her 22nd pussy slap. “We were afraid you'd probably make us embarrass ourselves in front of them.”

“So it wasn't embarrassing when we made you titty fuck yourself and writhe up and down a wooden pole in front of them?” Bill was pussy spanking so furiously it was hard for Wendy to count them out and answer, as she writhed in anguish on his lap. He'd periodically reach up and slap a tit, making her wonder if that was even part of the count.

Admitting it was, “Actually, that was very” pausing “25!” she said groaning “We are foolish cunts sir, who didn't think it out very well. We'll do better tomorrow!!” she said through gritted teeth, accepting responsibility finally for her mistake in judgment.

“What if there IS no tomorrow, and the cops show up, and say why are you exposing yourselves to neighbor kids?”

“29...” Wendy's tits jiggled on every down stroke, her ass pressing into his obvious boner “Then we...” she paused for a second to absorb the next swat “30!” “Would tell them, we are sluts, who don't know any better, and if they arrested us, we'd serve our time, and come back and finish earning all our stars!!”

Bill stopped on 30 “Kiss my palm” offering his open hand, but making his wife crane up her neck to reach it and give it a big kiss.

“You are also not to get too familiar with your betters, you are to call ALL men Sir, and anyone other than sluts like yourselves, Ma'am, unless specifically told otherwise, you got it?” and adding a hard slap to her right tit, causing her left one to swing wildly.

Jamie had faired pretty much the same in this exchange, and when the two girls were told they could stand they both reached down to sooth and adjust their now puffy and red crotch.

“Keep your hands off those pussies!!” Bill demanded “Whose pussies are those?” Asking his daughter.

“Yours and Master Chris's sir”

“Damn Straight!” peeling back two gold laminated stars from his previously unopened pack of office supplies. Putting one gold star on his daughter's hood “Turn around bitch, and spread your cheeks” and apply the second directly over her asshole” You've earned these.

Chris applied his silver stars to his mom's puckered pooter hole, and sore and tender clit hood. Then the men switched off and added “Two from yesterday, for giving it the college try” putting a star each on their nipples.

“You both earned it, that is four, 96 more to go for each of you, care to earn another?”

Wendy couldn't help but feel a weird sense of payoff for the recognition. “How, Sir?” standing there wearing only a cat collar, bruises, and four gold stars strategically placed on cunt, ass and tits in the most ridiculous yet natural way possible.

“Garbage from the party is piled up in the garage, I want you to find the most interesting way to take it out to the curb, and there are several other garbage bags with your stuff in them.

If we have time, which I don't think we will, I want you to mark everything, and I mean everything 25 cents. Hold a yard sale, and get rid of the clothes we bagged up too! See if you can make at least 50 bucks.”

“that is a tall order, Sir...can we get at least two stars? One for each task, there are at least 50 garbage bags.”

“Oh my gawd, now you want to negotiate?” Bill hands on hips “Let's first see what you do, you can wear anything in the bitch basket...First go in the kitchen, and put those stars up on your naughty chart, so we can track your progress”

“Peel off each OTHERS stars and relick them, and apply them.” Chris said. By now the girls, had showered together, lotioned each other, shaved each other, it wasn't too much more to ask for them to lick each others stars.”

At least until Chris pointed out “And really get a good taste of that juices from the ones on your pussies and asses” causing Jamie to give him the duck face.

“Dad, should Jamie's duck faces be infractions?”

“Probably” he said without giving it much thought.

“I am sorry, Sir, I don't even realize I am doing it”

“You don't realize you do a lot of annoying things, you can hold two ice cubes in any hole, or combination of holes, until they melt after you put up your stars” Chris announced without remorse.

“Holes? Does mouth count?”

“You've got how many holes?”

Jamie having heard them say it before “Three?”

“What are they?”

Jamie shifted uncomfortably before saying “My Pussy...,...Asshole and Mouth...”

Chris said “Technically, you got nose holes, and ear holes, you know why I don't count those?” Jamie shrugged “Girls can use their mouths to hurt egos, deliver scorn and ridicule, their pussy to get what they want and control a man, and wiggle their butts the same, but I don't think you use your ears to listen very well, and you certainly don't use your nose, or you wouldn't act like your shit don't stink!”.

Chris let that sink in and stew in their heads.