Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Fourteen

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 2
JAMIE: 2

As readers if you are following along, each chapter will start with an official score between the women and the men. Sorry that chapter 13 was so short, your faithful author is superstitious. I promise to make it up to you in this chapter.

“I guess I will take two shots in the mouth” Jamie said, unsure why she would pick ice cubes up the butt or pussy.

“Alright, your words are cold as ice, makes sense” Chris said walking his mother and sister into the kitchen for them to apply their stars. Taking off one at a time from pussy hood, asshole and right over both nipples, re-licking it and putting it on the “naughty chart” now covering a family portrait from a few years ago before the idea of anything like this would have ever occurred to any of them. “Well maybe Chris, would have thought about this?” Wendy wondered to herself silently thinking “The boy's just not right”.

“Okay Ducky...time to take out two ice cubes...first rub them on your tits” Chris smirked at his sister, who walked to the freezer, bravely pulled out two ice cubes from their ice maker and begin circling her nipples.

“You like standing here making your nipples hard for me, Sis?”

Jamie unsure whether to say yes or no. She had considered the tactic of pretending to absolutely love everything done to her, and decided that could really backfire. On the other hand, saying no, was kind of a let down and a negative.

“I don't mind, Sir. It's fair, for what a rotten sister I was” which was definitely the truth. The ice cubes were a small inconvenience and she was fairly embarrassed with herself for getting caught up in their control of Chris and her Dad.

“You remember loaning me out to Cathy Griffin for the day?” Chris asked reminding her of the high school girl cheerleader who had tormented him while he did all her work at Baby's R Us. “She was so cruel, you have no idea how disgusting that girls imagination is.”

They knew that the Griffins played some sort of dare and blackmail game of their own with their sister. Knowing it was on a far harsher level than the one even they were doing, sort of explained why Cathy may have taken out her frustrations on a helpless Chris that day.

“I am SO sorry about that Sir, if I had known”...

Chris cut her off, “Save it cunt, payback is a bitch. Now stuff those cubes in your pie hole, before they melt all over the floor.”

“Thirsty mom?” Chris asked smiling.

Wendy knew it was her time for some humble pie. “You want me to lick the droplets from her tits, Sir?”

“What is this, guess what Chris wants day? I gave orders...first get down on the floor! And lap those up.” then pausing and saying with a little bit of a smirk “Then yes, lick her tits...”

His mom got down on her hands and knees and began lapping up the water from her kitchen floor, before standing up to face her daughter, who was standing at attention holding ice cubes in her mouth, while Chris giggled. Wendy offered her an “I am sorry for this” glance, bent at the knee and cupper her daughters boobie and gave it a deep open mouth suckle to impress Chris.

“How the mighty have fallen!” Chris gloated as his mother finished off the other tit as sensually as she had the first.

“Well, now you've got a minute or two to figure out how to impress us, with your humility while getting the garbage to the curb. Jamie you can talk if you like, just don't take the ice cubes out, let them melt.”

“Wank Ewe, Whir” she mumbled, juggling the melting cubes in her mouth, meaning to thank him as Chris left them alone.

The two were discussing what to do in the kitchen about the 50 or so garbage bags in the garage from the party. Jamie stumbling over her words until the ice finally mentioned when they walked out to greet Bill and Chris selecting some outfits they had talked about and holding them up.

Wendy offered “If it pleasures our wise, strong Masters, we would agree to humble ourselves wearing THIS or THIS” she held up two different bikinis, one a two piece thong that could be called “Buttfloss” the other a one piece stretchy Rio style that she wore the night before Chris called an “Over the shoulder boulder holder”.

“that is your big idea?” Bill said confused, causing Wendy and Jamie in turn to be confused.

“We thought we were supposed to think of a fun way to make things up to you while took out all the trash”

“Hell, we could have come up with a itty bitty titty bikini for you to wear, you'll be doing that regularly when you mow and edge the lawn.” Bill said “You can wear them, but you wouldn't get extra stars”. He said.

The women who were clearly unsure what else he had in mind seemed to stare at him, holding their bikini choices.

“To be an act of contrition, something particularly meaningful, it has to stretch you,  push you, make you really think and it has to sting. We already know you are extroverted sluts who don't care who sees your naked ass.”

That wasn't true, they had actually agonized about wearing them outside a great deal. Especially because either suit would probably still reveal the “WE AGREE” on their front and the “FUCK ME” “IN THE BUTT” written on their backs. However, they also knew Bill was right, this wasn't “Extra Credit” it was expected. They weren't extroverts, even though they both had trim athletic bodies, both of them saw their physical imperfections, and had been wired just in general to be far more modest about public exposure.

Jamie cleared her throat “So like, tie the garbage bags to the back of our bikini, and pull them out one at a time, or something?” she offered her father as one suggestion of how to add a twist to the chore.

He nodded smiling “Yes, that is one way. Wendy, give me another option and I'll pick.” Jamie wasn't sure she had actually wanted to suggest actually DOING it, or speaking for her mom, more she wanted to give an example of what her father may have been talking about to see if that is what he meant. She  decided it best to just be silent though about it.

“Well...” Wendy said giving herself time to think by starting her sentence with “Well” As she often did out of habit. “You could write wide load on our butts, like garbage trucks when we do it?”

“You dumb COW! I didn't say to try to take your daughters dare, and add one thing to it, and claim it for your own!” Bill demanded “It's not a bad idea, and if I pick her first suggestion, I'll do that, but I want to hear something DIFFERENT you would be willing to do and choose between them.”

“Oh...Well” Wendy once again gave herself a moment to think, while sucked on her bottom lip, trying to be creative about garbage disposal and come up with an entirely different way to get the garbage from point A to point B, while humoring Chris and Bill. “It's harder than I thought” she admitted “to come up with little dares for everything”.

“Gosh, you didn't have a problem, when it was us with our balls caught in your vice grip?” Chris pouted, pointing out that she did have a cruel streak.

Wendy nodded that he was in fact correct, and tried to think about she would have made them do when the shoe was on the other foot. Suddenly inspired she said “Since, you've got our pussies in YOUR vice grip, I guess take some rubber bands and put one several times around my clit, and my nipples under my bikini.” she paused thoughtfully “Or if you wanted it to be more how uncomfortable, we made you, pour some grape jelly in the front of part of our bikini bottom, it'll be cold and slide around in there.”

“Oh yeah!” Chris said about the last idea “And spread peanut butter down your ass crack, PB&J!”

Wendy made a slight face at that, once again placing a mental note that Chris seemed to get off on the weirdest things. “Well, I can't deny it would feel sticky and gross back there, but some people may think we crapped ourselves if they saw.” She said considering it.

Bill concluded “I like it!” and when he didn't say which one of the options presented there was a pregnant pause followed by “Let's do all three, apply rubber bands around their nipples and pussy hood, then get them good and PB and jelly'd, and they can pull them out there one at a time, like mules pulling a load, each bag of garbage tied to the back of their bikini.”

Jamie and Wendy went wide eyed. Of all the spectacles so far, this would be the most public and most inexcusable from all rational thought, and over the top.

“If someone asks us, WHY we are doing it, Sir?” Jamie asked,  asking the same question on Wendy's mind.

“Hmmm, good point.” Bill said “Well that is for you two to figure out, I'm not the one who is going to have jelly on my belly like you two” he laughed.

“Yes, but you are our leader Sir, you are responsible for us and our behavior. With your authority, comes responsibility to instruct us. You have us making up our own challenges, and excuses for our own behavior, instead.” Wendy said trying not to sound too critical, but at the same time make her point. “So if you send us out there unarmed with an excuse, we could make up one that doesn't make sense, and then like you said before about the neighbor boys, that raises weird questions in the neighborhood.”

“Questions about you two sluts, not us” Bill deflected without hesitation.

“True, but it will come back on you, by association, you are our leader, So if we go outside doing something ridiculous and can't even explain ourselves, well let me put it like this, Sir” Wendy said trying to quell her need to be overly analytic “A lot of people may be too shy to even ask why we are doing it, those people will make up their own reasons, they may see the bruises, and think the worst is going on here. It probably makes more sense to be a little more cautious, and ready to answer questions, don't you think, Master?” she called her husband Master, reminding her instantly of the old “I dream of Jeannie” show. How times were simpler back then, the beautiful Jeannie stayed home, fawned over her man, while he was off astronauting. Uh-oh, she thought to herself, she had been lost in childhood television show flashbacks and Bill had been responding to her.

He had apparently appreciated what she said (for a change), and thanked her for the advice. He offered some sort of compromise, that Jamie had agreed too. Assuming Jamie wouldn't agree to anything too crazy, Wendy smiled and said “Sounds good to me, Sir”.

In a few minutes of supervised preparation, the girls had on butt floss bikinis. The tiny little strip of material disappearing between her butt cheeks in the back, and a modest patch of material in the front that didn't seem to matter anyway. It was sheer enough that it fit perfectly in the grooves of her cunt, creating a sort of camel toe affect. The bikini's top wasn't much better, with a single wrap around cord around her chest and two

“How does it feel to have on clothes?” Bill smiled at his wife.

“Actually, I feel more naked in this, than I did before I put it on” plucking the elastic waist band and letting it snap back against her hip, she admitted.

“Well, if you'd prefer to take out the trash naked, that can be arranged.” still smiling.

“Oh no, Sir...thank you for the bathing suit, it's very generous.”

Grabbing her and his daughter by their soft, long hair, Wendy's a blend of red and brunette, and his daughter's blonde locks he pulls them into the garage “C'mon trash, time to take out the trash”.

The girls were holding their heads, bent over at the shoulders as Bill hustled them into the garage, Jamie yelping “ouch, ow, Ow-eee, oh, ouch, ouch” with Wendy not yelping but definitely feeling the pain of the sudden escalation to hair pulling.

“You sluts have to learn to stop taking so much time to do things!! Your mom is such a fucking perfectionist”. He spit on the garage floor in disgust after letting them go, while their rubbed their scalps.

“Alright, if this bores us, we are going back to MY way of doing it” he told them. Wendy was still not sure exactly what the goal was. Wendy sized up the bags of beer cans, and pizza boxes wishing perhaps they had used the larger garden style bags instead of the smaller white bags. Bill and Chris were setting up lawn chairs at the edge of the open garage facing the street.

“Jamie, what exactly are we supposed to do? I kind of lost my train of thought earlier?”

“What? I thought you agreed to this.”

“I did, because you did.” Wendy whispered quickly.

“OMG” Jamie smiled “I agreed, because I figured you would have objected if it was crazy” Jamie didn't seem as concerned “All we have to do is take the garbage to the curb, and talk to four people.”

“Okay, that doesn't so bad, is there a catch?”

“Of course, isnt' there always?” Jamie smiled confidently “We've got to do this slow enough, that it amuses the men, while they squirt our behinds with the garden hose, and periodically use the flyswatter on us”

“That does not sound too bad, you know I was thinking women with daughters your age go down to Mardi Gras, and flash guys and get wild, if you think about it like this, it's kind of like our own little all expense paid trip to New Orleans” Wendy said brightening up.

“Well there is more, Mom”. Jamie added “We've got to talk to at least four people”

“What, why?”

“What you said earlier, about people not understanding if they see us out side, so we've got to do whatever it takes to get them to stop and talk to us, and answer their questions as honestly as possible. If we are flirty, funny and amusing, or at the very least appropriately respectful, we get the star, but if we bore dad, then its Peanut Butter and Jelly Time!”

“Ick” Wendy knew that meant spreading peanut buttter in her ass crack, and grape jelly into the front, and probably pulling the garbage with a string attached to the back of her thong. Which at this point, she would be grateful for, since she had pulled the strong out of her ass crack to adjust it, twice just standing in the garage talking.

“Okay, ladies, let's get the show on the road, amuse us!!” Bill said, pumping a super soaker he had found in the garage. The big plastic water gun, shaped like a rifle, the kids hadn't played with in years.

Taking a deep breath “Yes Sir, sorry we are so lazy today!” Wendy offered as she took one bag in each hand and began to walk to the curb.

“BANG!! Your fucking out!!” Bill squirted her with the super soaker in the face as she passed him. “Carry one bag at a time, that was the rules!” he reminded her.

“Yes Sir” not able to wipe her face, she turned back around and put one of the bags down and made the trek down their driveway and to the mail box where she placed the first bag. Her and her daughter had placed twelve bags in short order and no one had come.

“BO-ORING” Chris yelled.

It was outside the ladies control. Despite there being a perfectly breezy and sunny Sunday afternoon, no one was out washing their car or walking at the moment. The girls tried to wiggle their butts and sort of dance around as they walked slow to carry out the bags one at a time.

By the time they had placed their 25th bag, Bill had soaked the girls each at least two times. The bikinis were sheer, intended to let a lot of sunlight through to avoid tan lines, never really intended to be used in the water. So they actually looked terrible wet, and were wrinkling a little.

Finally, Mrs Waxerman came walking her dog down the sidewalk. This was the woman who saw them out jogging the night before they had been dismissive and playful with.

“Great” Wendy whispered to Jamie sarcastically.

“Beggars can't be choosers” Jamie said facing away from the men seated at the garage and making her customary duck face lips. “Hi Mrs Waxerman!!” Jamie waved at her, and strategically the two of them brought over a garbage bag to the curb timed just right to intercept Waxerman.

“Well!” Mrs Waxerman said indignantly “After last night, I assumed you two had nothing more to say to me, I see that you've chosen an outfit even smaller than last night!”. Waxerman's eyebrows registered her disapproval and disgust.

“Actually, my father bought these for us!” Jamie smiled and then turned to wave at her Dad and Chris who were sitting a distance enough away they probably couldn't hear what was being said. Bill fidgeting with his Water gun, and Chris slapping imaginary flies with a fly swatter, keeping an eye on what happens next.

“They don't leave much to the imagination” Waxerman commented, casting her eyeglasses down the bridge of her nose, giving her the look of an librarian who has asked you to be quiet.

“No, no they certainly don't” Wendy got into the spirit of the little game. “But we are good sports about it. They went to the trouble of picking them out for us, so the least we can do is wear the bikinis around here.”

“Do you not think it is a little risque' for someone like your son Chris to see?” Mrs Waxerman said, perhaps implying that Chris was retarded or slow.

Wendy didn't take the bait and try to call her out about what she said about Chris. Had she been on more solid footing and not in her current predicament she would have asked if she was implying her son was slow. Instead, she said “Well, it's just his Mom and Sister, hopefully he isn't turned on by the sight of us in bathing suits, I mean goodness, these days, they can just jack their ipod into the internet and download whatever they want to see, boobs and butts” Wendy smiled graciously again.

“Why aren't Bill and Chris helping you handle all this garbage?” Mrs Waxerman prodded like a nosy neighbor.

“Well...it's their day off, haha..so this is woman's work.” Wendy smiled, which got her a spray from Bill's Supersoaker from twenty feet away directly on her Ass. She turned to him “Thank you honey!!”

“Tell her the REAL reason!” Bill shouted, as if he were bored, leaning the folding chair backwards so the front metal support was off the ground and looking up at the roof.

Wendy looked back at Mrs Waxerman, and offered another explanation “We took advantage of Bill and Chris, so this is our payback.”

“From the looks of your bottom, I would say that Bill spanked you” Mrs Waxerman said taking a very stern tone. “I am not surprised, I take it you planned that little party of yours, and HE found out?” she said suddenly looking at Bill with some new respect.

“Yes, that is exactly what happened”

“In my day, my father wasn't afraid to spank. Spare the rod, spoil the child!!” she said looking at Jamie, giving her a dressing down. “But these days, it's not politically correct, too many fathers refuse their duties! I must say I am actually quite impressed with how it runs in your household, it reminds me of how I grew up.” Waxerman delivered her words, as if she were thinking about heady days long since passed.

“It may not be EXACTLY how you grew up, Mrs Waxerman” Jamie said, her bright blue eyes impishly betraying her good humored attempt to add a little levity to the conversation.

“We Agree?” Waxerman read aloud the words written in sharpie which ran across the underboob visible in the bikini.

“Yes” Wendy thought of an explanation “We agree that the men of the house set the rules.”

Wendy's explanation didn't seem to satisfy Mrs Waxerman who was about to ask a follow up question, and at the same time manage to make Wendy and Jamie even more uncomfortable. The girls were already squirming if not physically, mentally at the line of questions they were enduring.

“Oh Dears?” Bill addressed his wife and daughter, giving them a reprieve from Waxerman's scrutiny. Mrs Waxerman fell silent when Bill spoke, perhaps in part because she now saw him with a new found respect for laying down the law in his house.

“Yes Sir?” Wendy answered from twenty feet away.

“Surely, you know I am sitting right here, and can hear every word you say?” Bill said toying with them. His voice in an overly polite yet slightly annoyed tone.

“Yes Sir, of course.”

Mrs Waxerman actually seemed to delight in Wendy's response. If the girls hadn't turned their head to look at Bill when addressed them, they would have seen Waxerman's face go from registering her disdain for two sluts in bikinis showing off their bodies, to what she must have thought was a woman learning to respect her husband and be a good role model for a dutiful daughter.

“Well, I don't believe you have invited our company to have refreshments.” he paused sending shock down the girls spines that he would be inviting her inside. “I'm pretty sure, you know that you are supposed to address Mrs Waxerman with respect, too honey?” Bill's words were a playful yet barbed reminder they had forgotten one of the new rules.

Wendy now with eyes wide, turned back to Mrs Waxerman. “Ma'am, please forgive our manners, would you mind please coming inside for a refreshment?” Wendy delivered the line with the precision politeness of a 1950s TV home maker.

Waxerman's face lit up, with a mixture of pleasure and respect for Bill. She was the neighborhood stickler. The kind of woman who takes children's frisbees that land in her yard, and makes notes about people whose lawns aren't quite trim. Naturally, as one may expect, most people seldom went out of their way to actually invite her into their home.

“Well, I am walking my dog, or else I would, thank you ever so much, Sir”. She directly addressed bill, with her response even though Wendy was the one who had invited her inside.

“Oh, think nothing of it, if your Dog messes on our carpet, they will be happy to clean it up. Let me know if you change your mind. It's just as well, I am planning to correct their behavior, for not offering our hospitality sooner, anyway.”

Waxerman actually smiled revealing perfectly polished white teeth. She so seldom smiled, that it looked quite unnatural on her face. “Well Sir, if it won't be any trouble, then I do feel a bit parched, and would be so inclined to accept your generous offer.” her answer genteel and approving.

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other, unsure how to respond. “Sir, we are only half finished taking the trash out?” Wendy offered a feeble response.

“Oh that can wait, please escort our guest inside.” Bill smiled and with that Chris and he walked into their living room followed by Wendy, Jamie, Mrs Waxerman and her little dog too.

Waxerman was so overjoyed to finally meet someone with values that she assumed were the same morals of her own father that she decided to ignore the fact that the girls backs read obscenely “In the Butt” and “Fuck Me”. She assumed it was probably as a result of shameful indiscretions and the women being of low moral character.

Despite telling herself that she thought it best not to pry into their business, her main weakness was gossip. She regularly watched soap operas and read juicy tabloids, harlequin novels and gossiped about neighbors scandalous behavior real or imagined. This was the only vice Mrs Waxerman allowed herself. She felt an almost orgasmic sensation that she was about to discover sensational dirt that would feed her sense of righteous indignation when she retells it for years to come. She was secretly elated.

Waxerman looked at their living room as if it had recently been ransacked, despite the fact that the girls had given it a thorough cleaning after the party. She rubbed her hand on the couch testing it for filth, before having a seat.

Bill took the easy chair, and Chris sat on the couch with Mrs. Waxerman who regarded him as one does a simple child.

Jamie was the first to offer her a drink and after an awkward exchange, where the Taylor girl had to admit they didn't have lemonade, or chamomile tea, or any of Waxerman's first choices, she was instructed to bring “Ice cold water....but in a clean glass, if your mother has one, dear.”

Wendy went with Jamie, mostly to get out of the room.

Waxerman had always thought Bill was a spineless jellyfish. She had not seen him go to work, or do yard work, and she being a busy-body prided herself on her ability to spot bad parents who spoil their children. She had thought Chris with his doughy figure was the product of a family that didn't eat properly, and had assumed he may even be retarded.

Naturally, seeing Bill today had erased all of those conclusions about him. She still thought Chris wasn't quite right in the head.

“I've got to say, Sir that I am impressed.” she said respectfully.

“Oh call me, Bill. You are after all a guest in my home.”

This pleased Mrs Waxerman to be afforded such courtesies from someone she now considered on par with her own father. “When I grew up in the Appalachians, my father was a simple coal miner. He laid down the law to my mother, and my sisters. I didn't think any one cared about traditional values any longer.”

Chris was smirking, realizing she had mistaken what she saw outside, for how she was raised.

“If you don't mind me saying, Bill.” she leaned in to punctuate what she was saying and make it seem like she was excluding Chris from what she was about to say. “I've always thought Wendy put career and everything else, before family. That could be why you are having so much trouble with her now.”

“You know that could be true”. Bill smiled back.

In truth, Waxerman had observed Wendy dressing in power-suits and heading to work, and probably been a bit jealous that she had never chosen an empowering career. She had seen Wendy in her work-out clothes and with the rock hard body, and rather than admit she was jealous of that too, preferred to think it was an unhealthy obsession of a woman and her vanity.

Today, was a day of reassessment for Waxerman. She had assumed the bikinis were just an extroverted woman with low morals cries for attention. Now, she saw even that in a new light.

“Here you go, Ma'am” Jamie offered a glass of water to Mrs Waxerman in as gracious a manner as she could. Waxerman accepted the water, cautiously examining the glass, before setting it on a coaster.

Wendy and Jamie weren't sure what to do with themselves, after they brought the glass. They looked out of place in micro-bikinis hovering over her.

“Go bring two kitchen chairs, you can be seated in those while we entertain our guest, and you can be certain I will be correcting your behavior after she has gone.” Bill was testing Mrs Waxerman's reaction and she didn't disappoint, as she seemed to be beeming at the news.

“Yes Sir” Wendy and Jamie were so caught off guard. It may not bite as hard for a man, but the scorn and ridicule of another woman, can bite as hard as the whip. The feeling of embarrassment they were having was far more intense than even the night of the high school party. That night most people were smiling and leering, that was far preferable to Mrs Waxerman's judging looks.

“Have you had trouble with your daughter's attitude as well?” She asked as the two walked into the kitchen.

“Oh yes, she would be a good girl I think, but her Mother's bad influence recently required I take drastic steps to keep my house in order”. Bill said with a straight face. Chris could barely contain his laughter at the understatement.

“If I had a daughter of my own, I would prefer she be plain and ordinary in appearance” Mrs Waxerman advised. “My youngest sister, was absolutely beautiful, and she won several local beauty pageants, but she had the worst problems. She had been so high on a pedestal by all her suitors, that she wouldn't choose just one, and her attitude was one of contempt for all the boys in the Mountains where we grew up. I think she moved out to Hollywood to be a movie star, but that failed when her looks went”

“Oh yes, my daughter is a cheerleader and very beautiful, and that makes it easier for her to wrap men around her little finger”. Bill was just guessing really what this old lady was talking about, even though he was having fun and enjoyed her obvious approval.

“Exactly!” Mrs Waxerman said as Jamie and Wendy sat down kitchen chairs and were seated. “I am sure she could never try to wrap YOU around her finger!”offering a complement to Bill.

“Good question, Jamie why don't you answer that?” Bill said looking at his daughter while smiling at her discomfort.

Jamie was given a slight pause to consider her answer, because Mrs Waxerman's dog had immediately begun to hump Wendy's leg, followed by Chris's uncomfortable laughter and Jamie saying “Ooh, Ick!”.

Mrs Waxerman pulled slightly on her dog's leash “Oh Mr Snips, don't be a shameful disgusting dog!!”

“It's perfectly natural” Bill smiled. “It's just a dog being a Dog” he kept a straight face. “Wendy, you don't mind the Dog playing with you, do you?” flashing her a silent look.

Wendy's first inclination was to launch the dog about 20 feet with a solid kick off her leg. She just smiled and said “Oh, he is just being a little rapscallion, it's fine I am sure he'll stop in a second”

“Our Dog Rosco does that all the time” Bill lied to put Mrs Waxerman at ease, although she still clenched the leash tightly.

“So Jamie, you were about to tell Mrs Waxerman, about how you feel about the Men in the Taylor family?” Bill changed the subject.

“Only a wicked and selfish girl, would ever try to disobey or disrespect her father and older brother, Ma'am” Jamie said looking away from Mr Snips determined leg humping.

“And were you disrespectful and disobedient anyway?” Mrs Waxerman answered.

“Oh yes, very, Ma'am” Jamie said in her cheerful tone.

“You say that as if you aren't ashamed of your behavior, I can tell from the naughty words you write on your back, and the obscene manner in which you dress, that you've a careless disregard for dignity and decorum and are more less incorrigible!” barely hiding her disgust at the young blonde seated directly in front of her.

“I would venture to say, with such loose morals and role models as you have, you probably fear for her when she is finally allowed to date.” Waxerman addressed Bill.

Chris answered “Actually, she has a date tonight!” still grinning.

“A date? Why she is barely sixteen years old. How long has she been seeing this suitor?” Waxerman asked Bill even though Chris had spoken.

Chris once again replied, this time to say that she had only met the boy once. The news sent a new level of shock down Waxerman's body, visible to the naked eye. “Surely, you as the father, do not approve?”

“Well, she is having an attitude adjustment this afternoon, and tonight she will be expected to be generous, charitable, and respectful to her date, or she will be punished. How else will she learn?” Bill said with a mock expression like his hands are tied.

Waxerman's eyes darted back to Mr. Snips for his part was going at Wendy's leg without shame. Humping the leg with a single minded purpose. Wendy for her part, could only manage to shake her leg nervously, and keeping silent to dodge Mrs Waxerman's ire.

“Bill, I am very much in favor of what you are doing.” Mrs Waxerman sighed. “I wish more father's cared enough about the family to set such a firm example. I hope you won't mind though if I ask you a rather untoward question?”

Bill wasn't sure if “untoward” was even a word. At this point, he was just eating up the respect and admiration he was being granted from one of the neighborhood gossips who had always given him the evil eye in the past. Naturally, he wanted her to ask.

“This may be a question to delicate for Chris to hear” she considered Chris for a moment. “Why do you permit the women of the house to parade around in such skimpy bathing suits?” She offered her own answer before Bill could. “In my day, a spanking was applied to the bare bottom, is it that you have provided them a string of material between their unmentionables, but have full access to their rather plump behinds?”

Given she had beaten around the bush for the last few minutes, asking about bare-bottom spankings surprised even Bill.

“Oh dear, I apologize if my question was offensive. It is just obvious from the rosy glow on their bottoms, that you've had to take corrective measures, and I was searching for a reason to put on a bikini that would make a prostitute blush.”

Mrs Waxerman  had not offended Bill, and he told her so. “Actually, I prefer bare bottom spankings to get the job done, but given present company, it simply wouldn't be proper.” Bill was playing along with Mrs Waxerman's idealized view of how things should be done in a modern household.

“Oh yes, for the benefit of your son's modesty.” Mrs Waxerman looked at Chris with a condescending sympathy.

“Oh no, Chris is a big help actually.”

“Oh really? Chis you help your father, like a man of the house?”

“Chris will be eighteen soon, and starting a family of his own. So yes, if I've got to correct Wendy and Jamie, at the same time I usually ask him to spank Jamie.”

Mrs Waxerman could possibly have had an orgasm. She wasn't sure, she hadn't allowed herself to masturbate since she was a teenager, considering it a disgusting, perverted habit. She had never married and considered sex a sacred activity between man and wife. If it wasn't an orgasm though, it was a euphoric sense of joy of finding a kindred soul in Bill.

She looked at Chris trying to size up the chubby teenager, to see if she could really see him as capable of laying down the law as her own father or Bill seemed to be. “When I was a girl, it was always the others who got me into mischief, so my father would actually make us wait at the woodshed with drawers pulled down. The anticipation of what was to come, gave us time to think of our misdeeds. I believe listening to my sister be punished, only increased my awareness of the gravity of my situation. I mean no disrespect of course, how you run your own household is your business.”

She only partially believed that, she did in fact mean no disrespect. Her advice usually came with it a tone of “You are doing it wrong”. This time it was simply to encourage Bill that his daughter could benefit from waiting in turn for punishment from a single authority figure. The part that was a lie, is that Mrs Waxerman didn't feel how he ran his house was his business. She wanted it very much to be HER business. If her busy body curiosity was beauty, at this moment she would be a ten.

“I will certainly try that, Thank you for the suggestion Mrs Waxerman”. Bill was tiring of playing this game with her and wanted to get back to tormenting his wife and daughter. “In fact, once you leave, I'll be punishing them both for forgetting to speak to you with reverence, and offer you my hospitality. That reflects poorly on me, you see.”

Mrs Waxerman's voice had originally been the slow, pedantic voice of a grouchy busybody. Across this particular encounter with Bill, it had slowly become higher in pitch, sweeter, almost honeyed. “I don't want to overstay my welcome. I completely understand your need to drive home the correction, shortly after the infraction. If I don't rub my Mr Snips nose in his doo-doo while it's fresh, he'll do it again.” she said rising from the couch to leave.

Chris asked “If you have to keep rubbing his nose in doo-doo, even when it's fresh, then why hasn't that prevented him from doing it again?”

“Mrs Waxerman was now standing, trying to take control back of Mr Snips from Wendy's leg. “That is an excellent question, young man. If you will forgive my saying so, it is possibly because I've spoiled Mr Snips lavishly, and now he is ungrateful, and wantonly fornicating with anything he can find. Not unlike SOME people who shall remain nameless.” She was clearly referring to Wendy and Jamie and even Chris hadn't missed that clue.

“If the definition of crazy is doing the same thing and expecting different results, then maybe you should escalate?” Chris offered his advice.

Mrs Waxermans first impulse was to be repulsed, by anyone telling her how to behave. She allowed herself though to ask what he meant.

“Well, take for example, what is going to happen when you leave.”

Mrs Waxerman waited for details, Chris wasn't sure but it seemed she even licked her lips.

“In order to teach a naughty puppy a lesson, you may have to increase the intensity of the lesson.” Chris smirked choosing his next words carefully. “If we weren't so positive, you were the type of good neighbor who would avoid at all costs concern with discipline problems like the ones my Father has to face.” Chris stopped for a moment and cast a mock saintly look of reverence at his father. “Then we would invite you to stay and help provide your guidance and Appalachian wisdom on the proper way for women to conduct themselves.”

“Why would you think I would be unwilling to do that?” Mrs Waxerman asked taking the bait.

“Oh, gosh.” Chris was playing dumb. “You have so much going on, I am sure you are far too busy.” in truth, he knew she had nothing better to do than walk up and down the sidewalk getting in everyone's business and gossiping.

“Well, actually I've just come from Church, and I could set aside some things I had planned to get done today.” Waxerman said trying not to sound too over-eager to stay.

“I am just a boy, so its not for me to ask, but if I wasn't sure you were not offended by the brutal nature of corporal punishment, I would say that My mother and Sister would probably be indebted to you, and be willing to help you catch up on all the many things you have to do today, under your wise guidance of course.” Chris was laying it on thick, he knew very well Mrs Waxerman would want to believe his explanation.

Jamie and Wendy were fidgeting in their kitchen chairs nervously, being spoken about, but not spoken too was driving them crazy!

“Son, if I were to invite Mrs Waxerman to stay for your mother and sisters discipline, I don't know what the neighbors might say. Mrs Waxerman if I did ask you for such a favor, would you be so inclined to let all the neighbors know what really happened, so that no scandalous gossip spread?”
Even Bill knew Waxerman was the source of juicy gossip in the neighborhood even though he had never talked to her before today. He also knew she would take that as an invitation that she could gossip freely about what she said.

Mrs Waxerman could hardly believe the offer she just had. Playing it cool “For the sake of your young daughter's chastity and moral guidance, I could be persuaded to stay and offer the many life lessons I've learned. I am sure your methods are sound, and you don't want me party to the necessary business of  disciplining a wife whose gotten so big for her britches, you had to take away her britches entirely.” She laughed at her own little joke.

Bill turned his attention to Wendy “Wendy, how do you feel about Mrs Waxerman providing her wisdom to us today out of the kindness of her heart?”

You could audibly hear her swallow and make a tiny “Urp” sound. “The husband makes decision for this household, if you feel it best, then I would thank Mrs Waxerman for tolerating our family's dirty laundry.”

Mrs Waxerman looked at the Taylor Men, who had been wearing the same things they had put on Friday night “Dirty Laundry in more ways than one!” directing the implied insult at Wendy.

“Would there nudity offend you, or shall I preserve your modesty, by keeping them in their punishment bikinis?” Bill asked implying that the outfits were chosen to expose their ass cheeks but keep a sense of decorum as Mrs Waxerman thought earlier.

There was a pause. Bill thought he may have laid on the bullshit a little too thick. He wondered to himself had he painted to implausible a situation. A father who can order the women of the house to undress to face punishment in front of a guest. It just seemed so far-fetched to him.

Apparently not to Mrs Waxerman whose thoughtful reply was “Would it be an imposition, to ask you to administer the punishment once the way you normally would for their behavior? Then if I have any advice, I can show you the Appalachian Mountains way?”

“Not too much of an imposition” Bill smiled, assuming imposition meant some sort of hassle. “Ladies, stand and strip, put your punishment bikinis on the ground, neatly!”

Wendy and Jamie had come to the forgone conclusion that this was going to happen five minutes earlier. It didn't make it feel any less like eating sour cheese, having had five minutes of anticipation.

Standing up, the two girls answered in unison “Yes Sir” and first began to take off their top, before their bottoms. The elastic material causing Wendy's generously sized chest to bounce and jiggle.

“Why have them remove their tops?” Mrs Waxerman asked curiously, holding Mr.Snips back from Wendy's leg which he had grown so interested in.

“Avoids getting straps and buckles, caught in our jeans” Chris smiled.

“Well besides the practical reason, as you may imagine, with a chest as obscene and perky as my wife's, having to bear them should increase her shame.” Bill thought that sounded like something Mrs Waxerman would say.

She simply nodded, as Wendy and Jamie turned their backs to the couch, bent at the waist and folded their clothes to set them on their chairs. This move fully exposed their already sore and puffy asshole and cunt lips from earlier punishments. Wendy's asshole was particularly enlarged and irritated from rough sex with Bill the night before, the kind they had never before. They had been told not to bend at the knee when they were picking up things, and were both bending over fully to avoid further punishment.

Mrs Waxerman did not know that, so when she saw both girls' double-barrel holes aimed straight at her winking back she issued a revolted shudder. “I can see why you wrote what you did on her back, it seems that SOMEONE has been playing with her bottom!” Mrs Waxerman was commenting on the words “In the Butt” on Wendy's back.

“You have a talented eye!” Bill smiled letting her believe what she wanted and knowing this only furthered his wife's humiliation. “Wendy, would you mind bending back over as you were slowly, and telling me, have you put anything in your bottom recently?”

Wendy slowly bent over, in the same short pose she had been in to fold her bikini, except now she had to hold it. “A candle, Sir”

Mrs Waxerman almost got off the couch in shock. “Unseemly!!”

“Anything else?” Bill asked innocently.

“My Thumb, sir.” Wendy said remembering yesterday at the fast food restaurant she shares a name with.

“WICKED!” Mrs Waxerman said loudly.

“Jamie, you should be taking the same position, I wouldn't put past you to pick up your wicked, mother's unseemly habits.” Bill said using Mrs Waxerman's accusations.

Jamie bent into position, while Chris made a sound like a transforming robot with his mouth. “Transbitches! Robosluts in disguise” his levity earning him no brownie points from Waxerman.

“Did you put a candle into your butt, yesterday Jamie, tell me the truth.” Bill smiled as he toyed with his daughter..

“No, Sir”

“What about your thumb, did you stick that up there?”

Through slightly gritted teeth as Jamie balanced herself bent over and spread “Yes Sir.”

“JEZEBEL!” Mrs Waxerman was livid.

“Hmm, odd. With all the many things there are laying around here, spoon handles, markers, hair brushes, what a coincidence that you'd both play with your buttholes using your thumb. Did you and your mother put your thumbs up your butts together?” Bill knew they had, he had put them up to it for a Frosty.

Yes Sir, but” Jamie was about to explain just that, since there was a growing sense of unfairness about this explanation.

“But? Quite right, more like Butt!!, Jezebel” Bill said cutting her off. “that is about enough talk about your nasty, disgusting asshole and what you put up it with your Mother! Not another word, or you'll both stick those thumbs up there right now for our guest!! Is that understood?”

Jamie was confused, so she answered “Yes Sir”

“Ah-Hah!! that was another word!” Chris couldn't contain his merriment “Two words in fact!”

“Well, given the over sized engorged nature of their well played with assholes, I don't think two thumbs would fit up there, Son” Bill said. “A good woman like Mrs Waxerman would never play with her own asshole, would you?”

“No, Sir” Mrs Waxerman offered, now appearing to sweat. This was a bit more than she bargained for.

“Call me Bill” he said gently and then looked back at his wife and daughter's parted legs a few feet in front of him. “We don't have all day, if you need to wet your thumbs, go ahead. Put them both up there!! But don't play with them, you are going to learn that the asshole is for shitting only, not your perversions!!”

Wendy and Jamie were actually scared, they licked their thumbs and Wendy found it was difficult but possible to reach around herself and slide her thumbs in to her ass. Jamie on the other hand, was so tight back there, she was having difficulty getting more than the tips in.

Mrs Waxerman was increasingly uncomfortable “I know you want your Son to learn from you, but surely such a vulgar display as this, is too much for one to handle?”

“Son, you know your Mom and sister are sluts, don't you?”

“I saw Mom with the candle in her ass, yesterday”

“This is far worse than I thought, proceed as you see best Mr Taylor” Mrs Waxerman was riveted, despite her discomfort.

“Well, this IS embarrassing Mrs Waxerman, you see I did not anticipate the additional punishment, in situations like this, I would use another sensitive part of the body to teach a lesson, that being the breast. However, you wanted to see my normal method of disciplining on the bottom, should I go ahead and grant them leniency? Let them remove their thumbs and address that some other time? Also please, call me Bill.”

“Oh, call me Victoria” even Mrs Waxerman's first name was stodgy and cold.  “You do what is best, for the household.”

Meanwhile the girls were bent over, thumbs up their butts.

“If you insist.” Bill instructed the women staying as they were to go get the hairbrushes and come back, carrying them in their teeth if need be. Which given that  both hands were already preocuppied that is exactly how they came back.

This spectacle of two women she had zero respect for, naked with hairbrushes clenched in their teeth caused Mrs Waxerman to issue the first tiny giggle she had issued since she was a little girl.

The girls presented the hair brushes to Chris and Bill letting them drop in their lap while facing them.

Bill then proceeded to make his wife count out thirty strikes to the top of her tit, her nipple, the sides and the under tit, all the while explaining to Victoria that he'd much prefer her bottom, but because of his wife's indiscretions this was unfortunately his only option. In short, he was hamming it up.

Victoria Waxerman for her part, was eating it up. Taking mental photographs she would surely share at great lengths with the neighbors. She was morally obligated after all, since Mr. Bill Taylor had asked her too with the suggestion she quell any 'false rumors'.

Jamie was being punished as well, by Chris who was slapping his sisters breasts and at times reaching around her to hit her butt cheeks. Explaining “I don't have a lot to work with in the front, so sometimes I change it up.”

“Sis, what did you wrong, and what do you say to Mrs Waxerman?” Chris said as he made his sister count out her humiliations in the forms of blows to her tender titties.

Almost in tears, Jamie said “ Fourteen Sir, I forgot to call her Ma'am, as  sign of respect”

What else?

“Fifteen Sir, I didn't invite Mrs Waxerman to our hospitality, and that was thoughtless.” OUCH “Sixteen, thank you Master Chris, for correcting me so roughly, and painfully, I won't soon forget the lesson you are providing.”

“Isn't that rare?” Mrs Waxerman said to no one in particular. “Using the form of address “Master” for young boys, I've not read about that in etiquette books since I was a little girl, you are indeed an old fashioned household of good values!”

Bill had no idea what she was talking about. He didn't care there, because he was going to town on his wife's titties who was silently letting him slap them around like she was a pinata at a Mexican birthday.

“Notice Jamie, didn't apologize for playing with her but thole? that is why it's so hard with girls like this. Would it be okay, if I sent her over to your house some times under your care, to give her some basic manners and education? I can't pay you, but you can put Jamie and Wendy for that matter to work.”

“That could be arranged, perhaps a few hours everyday after school?”

It was turning out to be a really long Sunday afternoon for the Taylor women.