Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Family Time”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 20
JAMIE: 20

Jamie had completed her chores, and was instructed to wait for her mother outside on the front lawn. Naturally, like so many of the things she had to do, this couldn’t just be easy or simple.

She was wearing her “Mario Two Girls 1-Up” shirt, which just barely covered her pussy and ass cheeks if she stretched it far enough. Heels and a cat collar that was already starting to show signs of wear and tear and it had been less than a week since the leather snap collar had been purchased. Was her life really that rough, that a collar designed to last a cat at least a year, had only survived a few days before becoming frayed around her neck?

She had been instructed to place her palms flat on the metal mail box outside of their house, stick her butt out slightly bent at the knees and wait. If anyone asks, she is “waiting on a letter”. She is to wait out there to graciously welcome her mother home when Steve arrives and introduce herself to him.

She would be graded on how gracious and amusing her introduction is.

   Less than 1 minute = 100 swats for her and her Mother, most likely in front of Steve.
   Around three minutes = 50 swats for her and her Mother, and still most likely in front of Steve

  Five minutes and over, and entertaining = A delicious meal when they go out on their family outing.

She was told for her own good, it may be best to do most of her talking in the yard, because once he came inside they would expect FULL protocol.

She didn’t know who this “Steve” was, and she’d been humiliated to strangers all week, so a long introduction sounded good compared tot the threat of a severe spanking while he watched. Especially, considering her Mother would suffer for her decision as well.

Jamie hated the tasks like this one, waiting obediently. The ones where she got to do “something” weren’t fun either, she thought to herself slightly amused. The ones like this where all she could do was listen to the wind whistle and ebb on a warm summer day, while everyone else is walking their dogs, riding their bikes and going about their day in the most vanilla and ordinary ways gave her too much time to think.

Her strategy had been to follow something she felt stupid for admitting to herself. She got it from the Karate Kid movie with Jackie Chin and Will Smith’s kid. It was something about how the kid kept trying to do Karate but all his worries, speculations, what-ifs, and supposition was getting in the way of just doing it.

“You are too many mind!” Jackie Chan had said tapping his forehead.

Jamie found that for an honors student, being a cheerleader at times required you to stop thinking so much, put on a happy face and just bounce around like a chipper little fool. She was using this technique to help her swallow all the humiliation that mostly her brother was throwing her way.

It was times like these alone, or even when it was just her with her mother that she started to question and think about such existential question as “Why am I doing this?” “What is the point of this?”, and more importantly to her anyway “Will I ever be able to live this down with my friends at school?”

Bill had promised that they could just move to another school district if things get “really out of hand“, but the first day of school with the banana had only been the tip of the ice berg. She didn’t even want to tell her Dad and Mom about the date nights, and the twisted things Cathy and Jamie were each having her do at school.

It was at this point on the nice breezy afternoon that some boys came speeding by on Schwinns, the kind of bike with the banana seats. It wasn’t too long she thought to herself that she was riding her very own pink Barbie bike down this sidewalk. Such simpler times.

The boys gawked at her, but kept on riding.

“Ooh, I wonder if that was the pooper snoopers?” She wondered to herself about the boys. Her and her mom had begun referring to the peeping toms who sat behind the fence when they were in the backyard “Getting sun” as the “Pooper Snooper Club”.

Like Wilson from “Tool Time”, the neighbor whose voice you here, but never quite see their face, the boys had chosen never to reveal themselves. They’d had several conversations with the boys, who were brave enough to even throw things over the fence to see if Jamie and her mom would get angry, or throw things back and lose their composure.

“Wow, I sure hope they AREN’T the Pooper Snoopers” Jamie thought while turning her head to watch them race by. “They seem so awfully young and innocent.” She found it easier to accept going out in the backyard completely naked with a possible audience of boys watching her, by not putting faces or names to them.  It was easier to just make a lemony face and say “Boys will be boys”, and chalk it all up to prepubescent mischief, then to get too dwell on just who was seeing what.

She’d taken that approach at school, as well. You know the old saying when giving a speech “Picture the audience naked”? Jamie’s take on that was “Picture there being no audience, when YOU are naked.” and by blurring them out, she’d managed to show more courage about all this then she thought she could.

Jamie’s courage had been taken for complacent at times by her brother. He seemed to get bored torturing and humiliating her, when she acted like she didn’t seem to mind. The tough part was knowing when to actually show that you DO mind.

Obviously, she wanted to do her penance. She was no quitter. She had never quit any course, club, or cause in her entire life. “But I am no dummy, if I can use a little charm, or even say “Yes, okay, whatever you want, Sir” to sap their desire to run me through the ringer, why shouldn’t I?

That started her thinking about how she had relied on her good looks, innocent face, and charms to carry her through what would be a challenge to other people. “I’ll probably never have to try hard to find a handsome boyfriend, or a good job. I am smart and good looking. Should I feel guilty, that nature handed me a leg up?” She instantly wished her Mom would hurry up and get home. The trainings involving patience and quiet solitude weren’t boring, as much as they left her too much time alone with her own thoughts!

Whether it was fortune offering her a reprieve from her silent thoughts, or misfortune she wasn’t sure but when she looked up, staring back at her was a handsome man in his early twenties, smiling at her. How long had been standing there staring, she wondered?

“Steve?”

“I am Steve, if you’d like me to be?” He said joking. He was walking a dog on a leash.

“Nope, wrong girl on a leash. Different Steve” Jamie quipped.

“Actually, it’s a boy. His name is Lucky” he said with pride.

“As in, I sure hope I’ll get ‘lucky‘, if I use this dog to help me pick up chicks?” her joke sounding a bit more sarcastic than she had originally intended it after she said it.

“Whoa, a little too young to be so cynical.” He smiled, letting her barb bounce right off him. “Actually, Lucky because I rescued him from the pound right before he was about to put down” he bent down to give his dog a little rub on the head “Lucky, Wucky, Aren’t you”

“Okay, Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, it’s just I’ve had a lot on my mind lately”

“I can see that, seems you are waiting for a letter? Let me guess Justin Bieber Fan Club Membership coming today?” he said with a smile. Jamie didn’t realize it, but rather than fawn all over her, his playful little jab actually made him seem so much more endearing.

“No, Sir” Jamie said, unsure whether she said it by habit, or because he could be one of Chris’s “tests”. He had taken to sending boys to talk to her, get on her good side, goof on her at school and see if she would forget her protocol training. Other than the dates he arranged, he hadn’t done that outside of school, at least not yet. She was trying to size him up.

“Bible college application?” he said rapidly after she told him no to his first guess.

“University application, yes Sir” she decided to go with his second guess as a legitimate explanation. Her dad hadn’t told her the details surrounding her excuse. Just that she had to explain she was waiting on a letter.

“You know your letter won’t get here any sooner, by waiting. You can even take your hands off the mail box, and it will get here at the same time.” His smile reassuring. He was tall, handsome, confident, with an honest, clean cut manner.

“Yes, I know. I just don’t want to take my hands off the box, Sir” Jamie smiled thinly.

“You really don’t have to call me, Sir. My name is Brad, but you can call me Steve, if you’d really prefer that.”

“Hi Brad, my name is Jamie” her voice genuinely courteous and friendly.

“I’d shake your hand, but I don’t want to delay your letter” He flirted back.

She was getting nervous. This was one of the first guys who hadn’t tried to get in her pants, grope her, spank her, finger her, or make her do something humiliating she’d met in a while. A good looking, older guy at that. Probably too old for a high school girl like her, but his attentions were making her uneasy, especially considering how vulnerable her stance at the mailbox.

“I don’t want to keep you, Brad” she hinted.

“Oh, did you think I had some place to be right now, rather than talking to a pretty neighbor on this glorious afternoon?”. Jamie couldn’t fault his logic, there. It was actually temperate and beautiful outside. Bright and sunny, birds in the sky, a few white puffy clouds. There was something comforting about the idea that even though her life was confusing right now, nature really didn’t care. Birds chirped, bugs buzzed, grass grew, sprinklers sprinkled.

Sprinkled? ACK-ACK-ACK-ACK

It was probably no accident that at that moment, the front lawn sprinklers had come on, spraying her backside with water as the sprinklers rotated at arcs spreading water across the Taylor Lawn.

Brad’s stood his ground, perhaps through a sense of chivalry or a sense of silly curiosity over a stubborn young girl who hadn’t run from the sprinklers.  The girl didn’t run so neither did he. His Dog on the other hand had enough sense to go as far out of the path of the lawn sprinklers as his leash would let him.

“You are still going to stand here and wait for the letter?” He asked  while enduring the passing jet spray of the family sprinkler system stoically.

“Yes Sir, it’s important to me.” She knew her father and Chris were probably watching from the windows of their house laughing their asses off.

The mailbox was on a brick pedestal, and she had her hands flatly on the top of the metal part where the letters go, standing behind the pedestal, meant that even if the wind had picked up her shirt a little, her bare naked ass would only be exposed in the direction of the house.

The sprinkler raking her back, was dousing the back of her white t-shirt, no doubt making it see-thru, not that it mattered as with each passing spray of the luke-warm sprinkler water, it was causing her to involuntarily wiggle her ass in time with each passing flick of the sprinkler’s water.

“I hate to tell you this, but I think you are getting wet.” Brad’s good nature and humor made Jamie smile.

“Yes, I think you are too.” she grinned back.

“Am I? I was enjoying the conversation too much to notice, Jamie…Taylor” he read the last name off the box.

Brad was about to make another charming comment, the kind the romantic lead says in those movies where the teenage girl finally meets the dream boat, when a red car sports Volvo came whisking into the parking lot. It was Wendy and her “Handler” from work Steve.

“Uh-Oh,  Bus-ted!” Brad Smirked that now that her parents had pulled into the drive-way there may be trouble of some kind. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said that, and Jamie started to wonder if this guy was in College, or was he older. It was so hard to tell. He was ruggedly handsome, but sensitive at the same time. He had a boyish charm, but was more mature than any boy from her school. He could easily have been a leading man, in a romantic comedy, Jamie’s romantic comedy? She was wondering about his blue eyes, he had kind of a Paul Rudd/Bradley Cooper quality about him. She was lost counting the water droplets from the sprinkler hitting his chest in seeming slow motion to pay attention now.

“Wow, your Mom really does love your Dad” Jamie turned her head sharply from looking at Brad, to looking at the sports car in her driveway. Her mom was French kissing the guy who must be Steve.

Jamie snapped back to reality “I think that is Steve, the one I was supposed to be waiting for. It was really nice meeting you?” she made the statement as teenagers often do, phrasing it more in the form of a question. Abruptly racing over to the car, leaving Brad wondering why she gave up on the mailbox, his question unanswered, his shirt and jeans all wet, and the suspicion the girl may not have had anything underneath that cotton t-shirt she had on.

“Hi Sir!” Jamie nervously approached Steve’s window. He was kissing her mother, and turned his head as soon as he heard her voice to see who she was.

“I am Jamie,  it is such a pleasure to meet you.” she extended her hand through the car window. She turned her head just in time to notice Brad walking away with a disappointed look on his face.

Steve took her hand, “Do I know you?”

Wendy answered “That is my daughter, SIR!” given the hell Steve had put her through at the office, she said the last word of her sentence to get her daughter’s attention. Wendy’s silent expression trying to signal to her daughter to leave them alone.

“Oh,  did you want to finish saying goodbye to my Mom? I can wait.” Jamie folded her hands in front of herself, using them to press the t-shirt down a little further, while standing upright.

“Uh Honey, Steve may be a little while, why don’t you go on INSIDE, and I’ll see you when I get in?” Wendy hinted.

“Dad wanted me to come out and meet Steve.” Jamie got her hint, and added a hint of her own “He said he would beneficial for us both, if I took a little time to get to know him.”

“Did he now?” Wendy sounded a little frustrated “I wished he would inform me of these things, so I could remove a few loose ends, before they come up.”

“You are all wet?” Steve interjected. He had to be around Brad’s age, Jamie assumed. He was good looking, but no where as charming as Brad had been.

She had been so used to that question as it related to her pussy being wet, she almost answered him about it. Instead, she caught on at the last second and added “I was playing in the sprinklers, Sir, want to see? Watch!”

She was delighted to have something she could do to help pad out her time. She ran around like a wild little girl in between the sprinklers, making goofy faces, and wriggling her arm, which only served to make her t-shirt completely waterlogged and soaked.

Steve watched for a few seconds, but opened his door to get out and walk Wendy to the door as he had everyday to turn her over to Bill with his final report.

Whether by accident, or intention Jamie slipped her heel getting caught in the wet grass and fell right on her ass as she attempted to cut them off at the door to stall them. “OWWW!!!” she cried out by instinct.

Her butt had been spanked at least three times a day for close to a week, and she had grown used to pain there, but the shock of the being suddenly turned up on her ass with a slip and fall on her lawn caused her to cry out.

Wendy’s mom instinct kicked in and ran to her daughter. She was dressed for work, but the clothes were like a bad parody of an executive slut ensemble. Short skirt, knee high boots, Black corset poplin blouse with a few buttons missing to enhance her substantial cleavage, the laces on the side being completely inappropriate for just about any occasion, especially work. It was the kind of top you’d find at Victoria Secret in the bargain bin, because it wasn’t sexy enough to wear to sleep in, but it was too trashy to wear it out anywhere.

It was also getting completely wet, as Wendy ran instinctively to help her daughter in the middle of the lawn sprinklers cross-fire deluge of water. Wendy had only just begged Steve to let her remove the rather wide flesh colored, rubber dildo she had up her ass on the way home. That was the “loose end” she’d been speaking about metaphorically when Jamie came to the car door unexpectedly.

Jamie had seen Wendy with candles, and plugs up her butt,  even ice cubes, they’d both had a few fingers, and even a hot dog rubbed around their asses. She had NOT seen her mother hungrily cram a thick rubber cock into her slightly lubed asshole, working it in and out, masturbating it back and forth, fucking her ass with it for hours. Wendy had nervously hoped to keep it that way.

Now though with only one hand free, the other holding the dildo and spiked heels herself, helping her daughter off the lawn only resulted in the two of them falling back on their asses with a sploosh.

The fall on their ample rears didn’t hurt, either of them. They both laughed playfully as they leaned on one another to get back up. Jamie used the opportunity to give her Mom a hug, and whisper “If we don’t stall Steve at least five minutes, we’ll both be spanked in front of him.”

Wendy had been spanked, poked, and prodded all day by Steve, he didn’t hit very hard. He was still a little intimidated by her and unsure of how far he could push Wendy. His watching Wendy take a spanking at home, wouldn’t be devastating given all that she had endured at his hand so far.

What WOULD however be hard to explain, is why was her daughter joining her? She had for the last few days played up the lie Bill had started. She was supposed to be a nymphomaniac “cougar” who needed submission and guidance, to be faithful to Bill and suppress her appetites.

Wendy wasn’t sure how a young executive could buy that story. She thought he’d be more shrewd and skeptical, she would have been had she been where Steve was. She wasn’t Steve though, instead she was being controlled by a junior executive who had taken over her office and transferred his workload on to her, while she sucked his dick.

Wendy’s hair was soaked, and her clothes as well. Standing dead center in the lawn, with the sprinklers buffeting them both unrelenting, she hugged her daughter back. As luck would have it, when she opened her eyes to look towards the street, she saw Mrs Waxerman walking Mr. Snips.

“Hello Ma’am?” Wendy said with a grin, waving her hello with the hand that held the dildo, causing it to wriggle in her slippery hands.
“Well I NEVER!” Mrs Waxerman’s disgusted reply.

“Oh I think you have!” Wendy replied playfully.

Jamie turned around, and used her cheerleader moxie to give the impression she was glad to see her gossiping neighbor. “How nice to see you! Would you like to meet Steve, Mrs. Waxerman?” Jamie turned around to face her. By now, the entire front of her shirt, hid nothing about her anatomy, the water making it semitransparent enough her titties were almost fully exposed.

“No, I don’t believe I’d like to see what you two are doing with STEVE!. I don’t think your husband would like to know either!” she said seething with righteous indignation.

Almost as if by cue, Bill opened the door. They had obviously been watching the entire thing, since setting off the sprinklers. “Hi, Mrs Waxerman. It’s okay, I know about Steve, thank you. You sure you don’t want to come in?”

The nosy neighbor didn’t respond, she just made a final ‘harumph’ and continued walking her dog.

The Sprinklers mysteriously had begun to die down , it had been no coincidence to Jamie or Wendy they’d been turned on full blast to soak them. They came walking back to the door holding hands and giggling.

Steve for his part was standing mouth slightly open. He was checking out Jamie’s body in the shirt, which was clinging to her lithe young body like a fast car on a dirt road.

Jamie was curious if her Dad was going to invite Steve in for “full protocol”, she really didn’t want that, but she tried not to let her expression betray her fear of having to serve in front of him.

“Did you want an executive report?” Steve asked offering the high lights of Wendy’s work supervision to her  husband as he had done the last few days.

“No, that won’t be necessary today, your provisionary reports through out the day were satisfactory, my good man” Bill tried to sound official and executive like, but it came out sounding a little unnatural. “Girls, say thank you to Steve for bringing your mother home from work.”

Wendy was closest so she went first. Usually, when Steve handed her back off to Bill it was a fairly long production with affirmations and humiliations at the door. Today, she offered him a sloppy wet hug. When he returned it, she discretely guided his hand to her crotch and whispered “Wet for you, Steve…” in his ears, continuing her charade as the horny housewife out of control.

Jamie a little unsure of herself with this new guy, offered a customary “curtsy” she had been doing with all her dates as she‘d been taught by her father. First she lowered her head, making herself appear slightly more vulnerable than she did already.

She placed both hands on the sides of her wet shirt and held it out sideways.  The effect was just the barest part of her shaved pussy became visible as she did.

Bending her knees outward, rather than forward with just enough of a dip, to make her titties jiggle on the way up.

“A perfect curtsy, honey.” Bill complemented her and said “But get inside and get that wet shirt off this instant, before you catch cold!!”

“Yes Sir” Jamie went inside, followed by Wendy.

As Bill closed the door, looking at a bewildered young executive named Steve, he just gave him a wink, and a smile. Leaving Steve with questions, a damp shirt, and all alone.