The Family Feud II

The story is not about being perfect people. It is about imperfect people.

Perfect people would have never tied up their husband and son, wife or daughter in the first place.

This story is a journey. Along the way, mistakes will be made. Mistakes are not the end of the journey.

Mistakes are nature’s way of providing you consequences, so that you will learn to adapt. This story is an evolution.

An evolution of an imperfect family of four people, who don't yet know how perfectly imperfect they are.

Chapter One

Welcome Back! If you've not read Family Feud Part One, there is so much you missed. The Taylors were a very typical suburban family, two parents and two kids. The father, Bill is unemployed and a bit of a slacker and goof off. His son Chris is considered an even bigger underachiever. They were subjected to humilities and indignities for close to two weeks after they  failed to take responsibility for their shortcomings and be more responsible.

The women responsible for that turnabout were the wife Wendy, an attractive thirty-something with a career and a positive attitude. Her daughter Jamie, a popular cheerleader, follows in her mom's footsteps. The two of them conspired at first to try to embarrass the men into wanting to do better, work out, pick up after themselves.

One thing led to another, as they discovered that Bill had a collection of porn, some of which he had made himself, which caused the men to move out on their own. Failing to make it on their own, they came home and asked to stay, but the ladies not wanting to keep giving second chances and letting these slackers keep doing the same things, give the same promises, instituted some rules specially designed to motivate the guys that amounted to keeping them naked, and making them work out clean up all the while mocking their fat asses in the process.

It didn't start out that twisted, but as things like this do, what began as a playful goof, escalated and got weird. This all came to a head, when a girl who had completely misunderstood what was happening (or  had she?) intervened with her brothers who play their own little twisted games.  At a party being thrown at the Taylor's house on Friday night, they attempted to blackmail Jamie and Wendy Taylor into stopping their control of the Taylor men.

It really wasn't necessary, Jamie and Wendy never really had an “end game” in mind anyway. Once they had it explained to them by outsiders what was really motivating their well-intentioned yet very unorthodox reformation of the guys, Jamie and Wendy wanted it to stop anyway. In fact, when the outsiders suggested they have to swallow some of their own medicine, Wendy and Jamie basically volunteered to be bartenders in skimpy bikinis serving the guests, while grinning and baring their having to get a taste of their own medicine.

What happens next is the story of a family, that was once your typical family, but has been topsy turvy, turned upside down. The traditional male roles and female ones swapped around, and now having come full circle, we begin again.

Saturday Morning: The Taylor house was a mess of red plastic cups, trash, pizza boxes, but nothing in particular seemed to be broken or stolen. All in all, better than Wendy could have hoped for about the first time she hosted a high school party in her own home.

She woke up in her own bed, with the bikini she wore last night still on. It was a long stretch one piece with purple and blue, it rode up the crack of her ass, and covered her pussy only just a bit, the sides snaking up along her abdomen to form just enough material to cover the nipples with just a little left over and tied around the back of her neck.

This had been a bathing suit her husband bought when he thought he was setting up a little local modeling business to shoot pictures of young girls without a real plan as to how to sell those to people. She had willingly put this thing on with her daughter last night, after a very strange encounter with the Griffins, who knew her daughter her through school.

She tried to remember how it all had transpired last night, but her head was a little hazy. So much had happened. All she could picture was the grinning faces of boys, who she wanted to say “Eyes are up here, boys...so what do you want to drink?” graciously taking her payback for what she put Bill and her son through the last two weeks. All she could picture in her mind were the leering stares, giggles and rude comments she heard the night before.

She stood up, Bill wasn't in Bed. She had made him sleep on the couch the last few weeks, but she assumed that he would have come to bed last night, since she and Jamie had gotten on their knees in front of the Griffins as well, and given him back his house keys apologized for what they did and reinstated him as man of the house in a ceremonial act of repentance.

Without removing the bathing suit she groggily covered herself in her fuzzy white robe, she bought herself as a treat, its microfiber felt good against her bare skin. She walked in to check on her daughter, who herself was sleeping in her own comfy bed, still in her little two butt-floss style thong and bikini top.

“Hey” she smiled a knowing smile to her daughter “We did it”.

“Did what?” her daughters eyes creeped open against the morning sun.

“We took our medicine like big girls, let the boys get payback. I wanted to say I am glad you stood up with me and did it, I knew that had to be hard, since you've got to go to school with those boys”

“Don't remind me!! and it's not the boys I was as worried about. It was the girls, you have no idea the scorn and ridicule.”

“Oh I don't? Last I checked I was a teenager too, and let me tell you, it never ends. You think I dress for other men at the office? No, I dress for other women, what they will say about my outfit. Men are oblivious.”

Jamie croaked an agreement and sat up “So that is it? We're done?”

“Done?”

“Yes, I mean....we teased and tormented Chris and Bill for almost two weeks, was last night our full payback?”

“Well, for one you've got to call your Dad, your Dad and stop calling him Bill from now on, because that is definitely done. I don't see why they would expect us to wear these bikinis around the house now that the party is over? I guess if they want, I'd wear it while we get downstairs and clean up the throw-up and spilled beer” she laughed like a good sport about the whole thing.

“We didn't let them JUST wear bikinis...We made them strip!”

“Yeah, but that was to motivate them to look at their disgusting bellies. You saw how it was when we let them wear their regular clothes, they wouldn't put them in the hamper, and they'd wear them for days. There were so many reasons to keep them naked, if we did it, that is dirty”.

Jamie narrowed her eyes, she wasn't going to challenge her mom's sudden double standard that their nudity was justifiable and theirs would be overtly sexual. “I guess you are right, I've grown accustomed to coffee in the mornings since Dad was under our heel, what are the chances he started a pot?”

Jamie slipped on her matching robe the two had bought, and sauntered downstairs, half expecting to see Bill planted on the couch oversleeping on a Saturday morning. Instead, their couch was covered in typical Party debris and the smell of coffee and eggs was coming from the kitchen.

Inside, sat Bill at the table, introspective staring into his coffee cup. It was a little odd to see him fully dressed since they hadn't permitted him to wear much when they were running him through his paces.

“Hi Bill, you made Eggs without being told?” Wendy said, instantly regretting how that sounded. Like a mother surprised her child could cut his own food.

“Yes...I've been thinking about last night...we probably need to talk” Chris said somberly. When everyone was seated he continued “Wendy, we probably should divorce”.

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. She had thought about it several times in the past month as they went through this rough patch, but always that she'd be leaving him high and dry, and enjoying her life without him weighing her down and being an embarrassment. Suddenly, she didn't feel that way, the pit of her stomach opened up and she lost her appetite.

“Why on earth?” she asked, but Bill who so often had trouble communicating clearly his ideas without seeming to backtrack was having a moment of clarity. He explained that his daughter and son having seen him as a weakling, his wife having put him in that position, he just didn't want to continue with this charade as head of the household.

Wendy wanted very much to point out to him that he was doing it again. That he hadn't learned one of the lessons they had gone over in their regular affirmation sessions where they made him jump rope or do jumping jacks, while getting him to admit that Bill is responsible for what happens to Bill. Instead she just bit her lip and thought about the rift that was created in the family.

“Have you talked to Chris about this?”

“Chris is technically an adult, as soon as he finishes his senior year, he wants to move out. I am not sure what he wants to do, but he agrees with me, that we can't go back to how it was.”

“No, and I wouldn't want you guys to go back to how it was, the two weeks was a learning experience for us all. I mean, I didn't want the responsibility of leading the house, and I really didn't want to do those mean and cruel things to you!”

“You could have fooled me, you and Jamie laughed your asses off, he said smiling. They all had a laugh at the sudden ice breaking moment.

“Well, yeah..you have to admit it was funny. I mean, it all just kind of happened without planning”

“You mean you guys hadn't made up all these rules in advance?”

“Nah, we just let you think we did...we would sort of make up a new rule, when you guys would find a new way to break the old one, and sometimes it sounded almost ludicrous, what we were telling you to do.”

Bill seemed disappointed, he was trying to get his head around it. “Somehow, I thought there was a master plan to my rehabilitation, it sounds even dumber now that there was no set of rules. That you guys were flying by the seat of your pants, that is something Chris and I would have done.”

Wendy offered “We aren't perfect, we were reacting more often than we should have, instead of anticipating. Is there no way we can just forget it ever happened, and try to be a family? I still love you Bill, for all your faults and imperfections, I married you, til death do I part.”

“I don't see how, I mean I am embarrassed to even look at you both. You've both been the boss of me, and I got into the habit of doing what you told me, so much that I came down here and started coffee half expecting you to want to beat my ass red if I didn't have it just so for you.”

“Yeah, we did you wrong” Wendy added absentmindedly moving a left-over drinking cup that had a ping-pong ball in it from last nights drinking games. “You can't forgive us? We made a mistake.”

“I don't see how Wendy, I mean, mistakes were made all around, but making your husband and son a house pet, that is kind of like a big deal” he said smirking at the understatement.

“When you put it like that Bill, I mean...last night, we came out and faced the music, we bartended in the skimpy bikinis, it wasn't pleasant, let me tell you!”

“Ya think? Well that wasn't bare-ass naked, and you were doing it for handsome study high school hunks, not me.”

Without thinking Wendy stood up, dropped the robe, then in a single fluid motion stepped out of the bikini revealing her sizable perky boobs popping out, and her well trimmed pussy. She had a perfectly even all over tan, and a very athletic body from aerobics.

Bill didn't seem to buy it, her gave her an icy smile as she added “May I please clean up the aftermath of this party, while you enjoy your breakfast sir?”the compliant, subservient words sounding kind of alien to everyone's ears coming from Wendy.

Jamie was shocked “MOM!!”

“Oh Jamie, it's fine. I can't ask you to join me, and I wouldn't. But this family has a rift in it. I've created that rift, with the best of intentions, but its my fault. Bill I'll take a week of leave from work, stay home everyday, and you and Chris can boss me around to your hearts content, get the payback you need. Once you see how I am not a perfect person, and I am willing to eat a little crow, and be a good sport about this, wont' you see I love you enough to do anything to stay?”

“Well, it was basically two weeks” Bill said reminding Wendy of a 12 year old boy who wanted two scoops of ice cream instead of one to fix his boo-boos.

“Okay technically, it was like a week and four days,  but I'll agree to two weeks,  You and Chris sit down and write up actual rules, and I will sign them. That way there is no playing it by ear.” She said this last part, because the executive in her was thinking just how much a vague contract favored the employer not the employee. If they WERE going to turn the tables on her, it may as well be, where she understands what she is signing her ass over for. Besides, she'd be curious if her husband and son could actually sit down and write something start to finish without their attention span wandering without anyone standing over them. God, why am I so controlling she thought to herself.

“I'll clean up the mess of the party, I owe you it. The party was all my idea, I should clean up my own mess.” she added as she awaiting Bill's reply.

Unexpectedly Jamie stood up and dropped the robe, and began to unhook the pink shiny bikini top, that looked a bit like a strand of bubble gun wrapped around her chest.

“Oh no! You don't have to do this, Jamie...I don't want you to be nak..” before she could finish Jamie had unhooked the top and let out her perky, puffy, pink nipples, making one think if the bikini had seemed provocative, the bare tits seemed downright obscene.

“I want too, Mom. What you said makes sense. I was a meanie butt, I participated in this, I laughed about it, I benefited off it” as she was stepping out of her bottoms revealing light blonde pubes and a pink little slit. “I want to help make it right. If we even things up, Dad, will you stay and us be a family?”

“Pumpkin” he hadn't called her that since she was twelve “I don't want this. I really don't think Chris could handle even seeing this, we can't treat you the way you treated us.” he said sort of shrinking back in his chair, not daring to look at either one of them.

“Dammit, Bill” Wendy said forcing his attention back on her “Your daughter is willing to strip and I am too, to eat crow for what we did, can't you be gracious enough to accept that we want to make it up to you?”

“We aren't like you, Wendy...I am not sure I can trust what Chris would do, I know at least for me,  I want...well, I want to do some things that I've not been able to do with you for a few months now, if you know what I mean?”

Wendy did know “Yes, I've been a bad wife. I've denied my husband his marital bed, and that is something they'd punish in the bible days, I get it, Bill. That will change”  perhaps coincidentally Wendy's nipples were popping out extra hard, maybe it was just the adrenalin rush to be standing in the kitchen naked, or the very cool morning air, or a combination of things, but the fat nubs were springing to life and Bill couldn't help but notice.

“Well you can see my dilemma then?” Bill said plainly, but the girls didn't. So he continued “You made us exercise, because we were out of shape. What good would making girls who willingly make the time to go to aerobics or cheerleader almost every day to work out?  You, and excuse me for saying this Jamie, but your mom denied me sexual release or pleasure, what good is that going to do against a virgin and you who don't want to have sex anyway, at least sex with me?”

“Bill, you've got a good point...I won't deny it, I hadn't thought this out at all. This wasn't my plan, its just flying by the seat of my pants..or lack thereof” joking about her now complete nudity. “That I felt if we wronged you, and you give us as good as we gave you, you and Chris could have some closure, forgive us for being rotten mother and wife”

Jamie added “and Daughter and Little Sister” bringing the eyes back on her perfectly taut cheerleader figure.

Wendy nodded at Jamie accepting what she said “I don't really want Jamie involved, but I concede that the rules should be different for us as girls, and because our values are different than yours...would you go wake up Chris and talk to him on your own, and work on your rules..I can't speak for Jamie, but if you guys want to have fun some friendly sport with me, and make me your bitch for two weeks, and it means this family is healed, then I am your bitch....now may I please go clean up your House?”

“My House, what?”

Swallowing “Your House, sir?”

The Family Feud II

Chapter Two

They had a new appreciation for what they put the men through, cleaning up naked makes you painfully aware each time you bend over, just how completely disarmed you feel doing it naked. Saturday afternoon, smelling the sour, stale beer, and gingerly trying to pick through it all with their fingers and just try to triage the mess by getting sections of the living room cleared off and into garbage bags so the job wouldn't seem so overwhelming.

Wendy hadn't cleaned on her own in just a few weeks, so she hadn't lost her tenacity. She'd just have to buckle down and do this. Jamie on the other hand, wasn't used to every cleaning up a mess of this magnitude (she never had to clean up Chris's room as her mother before the switch a few weeks ago for instance). She was just making a grimace when looking up from something she was cleaning, her mom bending at the waists entire crinkly brown but thole was completely visible, complete with a few wild hairs in the butt crack and her pink pussy lips.

“Mom!!” Jamie chided, but Wendy wasn't sure what her daughter was actually saying, since she hadn't been aware of how the site of her own double-barrel ass and pussy looks from behind. She had been too focused on cleaning up, and was about to ask what she was being “Mom!!'d” about when the door swung open.

It was Chris and one of his friends. It was only 10 am, what was Chris doing awake and out of the house this early if he hadn't been required to get up. The two girls immediately stood up as if it to explain, but Chris just nodded “cleaning, good?” his geeky friend, wearing a “World of Warcraft” Horde T-shirt jaw swung open, obvious shock in his eyes.

Chris seemed to be waiting for a reply, and his mom sort of jarred herself from shock, having stood there in stunned silence for a moment. “Um...yes...yes sir, your father is in the kitchen, he has some things to talk about with you.”

“Should Gerald stay here?”

Jamie wasn't even sure she had seen Gerald before at school, but she was panic stricken, the look on her face must have been priceless as Chris stood there as if this was totally expected.

“No, he should probably go” Is all Wendy could manage, with a slight stutter.

“N..nn...nno” Chris laughed “stutter much? For all your talk about speaking to your betters in the right tone and timbre, you forgot to call me Sir, and you forgot to realize, your opinion wouldn't matter?”

Chris HAD been listening to those lessons that they had given him. “When we said those things, Sir...We hadn't really thought..”

“Oh you didn't think, did you? Didn't think that you'd have to take your own advice? Do as we say, not as we do Chris, law-dee-dah!!! you want to teach me how to think, and you don't think?” he blurted angrily.

“I understand your anger, Chris...of course, your friend is welcome to stay..if he wants” Wendy said sucking in a breath, and looking at him graciously, forgetting for a second she was naked. “It's just that, well you and your father have some decisions to make, and then we all need to talk after we clean up from the party...so, well because your sister is naked, I would think you...”

“Yes, Jamie is naked.” Chris cut her off again. “two little bewbs, a butt, and a vagina...moving on” he said dismissively. Jamie thought to herself “little?” they were well-rounded, pert, perfectly sized for her frame.

“Gerald you want to sit in here here and watch my mom and sister clean, or dance?”

Gerald was quiet, “Whatever” is all he could manage.

“Fine, do whatever..” he said to his mom and sister as if he was giving them a confirmation of orders “I'll be back when I am back”

Leaving Gerald who had been snapping a few shots with his cell phone camera, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune.

“Uh, I'd offer you a lemonade or something, sir...but I am afraid we need to stay out of the kitchen” said Wendy graciously.  Gerald didn't seem to mind, and remained speechless at the spectacle he never expected to see.

They started to clean on the opposite side of the room, near the computer so they could whisper.

“Mom, this is crazy. I don't want to do this. I didn't know other boys would see.”

“You mean geeky boys, not like the handsome ones from last night?” Wendy countered.

Her daughter smiled warmly “okay, guilty...yes Chris didn't even seem to blink, it was like he expected us to be this way”

The girls continued their hushed tones so Gerald would not overhear them. Wendy stated brusquely “Well that should tell you something” pausing to see that it wasn't registering on her daughter. “Chris got up today without being told to, to do something. That is the first time that has happened since he was eight years old. So he must have actually learned something about personal responsibility the two weeks he had to clean up for us. He expected we'd be this way, because let's face it, we've got to dance to their tune to repair this risk....now you said you would do it with me. I didn't want you too, but I don't want you to go back on your word either, so if you want out of this, you go in the kitchen and tell your father and chris why, and I won't say a thing...it will all be on me. If however you wait, young lady until your father comes up with his rules for us, IF he comes up with rules, and sign them, then I don't want you to back out, no matter how weird or creepy it gets!”

“One week and four days” she said smirk “Not two weeks...” jokingly correcting her, and without words answering her that she agreed with what she said by making no further protest.

Gerald for his part, was seated on the couch, shyly watching them. It was fairly obvious he was doing it, and equally so that he was as embarrassed of what they may think of him for watching. So there was an awkward silence.

“So Gerald” after what felt like an hour but was probably only five minutes “What did you and Chris do today?” Wendy said as if she were a mom right out of a Norman Rockwell painting (and not the kind where the skirt just blew up or the dog chews on the bikini bottom revealing a white butt on the beach).

“Well....Chris came over, and asked me if we could go looking for a job, a paper route, or anything. I told him I would help him. We just stopped back for breakfast...he um, didn't tell me about...”

“No, and we wouldn't have expected him too” Wendy said, very proud of her son for trying to find a job on his own. “This is going to sound weird, but we sort of took a practical joke too far, and it um, well we are sort of facing the music now.”

“Okay, the practical joke where Chris had to wear diapers to school, and suck a babies binky, and his school lunch was a baby's bottle, and one of you farted on his ham sandwich?”

Wendy looked at her daughter with expectant eyes, before Jamie admitted “I just TOLD him I farted on it, so he wouldn't be such a pig...hey, he went from two sandwiches a day, to only one...”

Wendy gave a more wintry smile to Gerald as she made her way closer to him so she wouldn't be overheard speaking so loudly in the kitchen. “Okay, it wasn't really a practical joke. I guess I just don't know how to explain it. It was more of like a discipline, sort of. Anyway, I know this is really awkward for you to be caught in the middle.”

“Actually, its hilarious Ma'am” said Gerald who could barely contain his enthusiasm.

Wendy gave him a knowing smile “Well it's new for us, and we aren't used to boys looking at us this way...”

“According to Chris, you didn't seem to have a problem last night, when you had to be Bartenders.”

“Touche, Gerald. You are a very smart young man” recognizing in him the entrepreneurial spirit of one of the younger male executives she had dealt with on a daily basis at work.  In there cases, it was best to throw them a bone, and let them have something of a victory,  rather than get into a contest of wills. Then they can feel satisfied and stop clawing at her heels up the corporate ladder.

“Okay, if its okay with you though, I will clean up this side close to where you are, and my daughter will finish up the far side, I guess I am just not sure how I feel about it”

“It's because I am a nerd?”

“Oh no Gerald”, she lied (it most certainly had something to do with it, he didn't seem very manly, weighing it at probably a buck ten and standing 5'2, he was nothing like the high school jocks who stood as tall as college boys last night).

Jamie came behind Gerald, setting her hands on his shoulders playfully, smiling a toothy grin, her titties touching the back of his head. “It's okay, Gerald has already seen us naked. If he wants to take a look, let him have a good luck” she said with a little of that positive cheerleader attitude. Wendy wasn't sure if her daughter was an extrovert, or was just trying to be kind.

“Gerald, you won't say anything about this at Cherry Lawn, will you?” Jamie teased by twirling one of his brown curly hairs.

“I don't go to Cherry Lawn High.”

“How do you know Chris?”

“We met through internet. I am an 8th grader”

“Oh my, your big for an 8th grader” Jamie shrunk back a little her body language showing a sudden change of heart.

At this point, Bill opened the kitchen door and just said in a commanding voice “Gerald, get lost” and Gerald without a word stood up and walked out. The two girls were shocked that Bill was taking the tone, was he in a bad mood? It was a side of him they hadn't seen.

“The kid is a dweeb....” Bill said dismissively, obviously he had met Chris's friend, even though Wendy and Jamie never had, or perhaps they had but just never paid attention. “Come in to the kitchen, we're ready to talk” he turned his back and walked inside.

“Yes Sir” Wendy said, keeping a stiff upper lip, but realizing that without bra, her tits were going to bounce and jiggle freely and it made her walking around naked even more obscene in the process.

“Stand at attention” Bill said sitting in a chair next to his son at the table, whether by intent or accident, it felt like they were on one side of a desk, and the two girls were on display on the other side.

They were familiar with the position, it was legs apart, shoulders back, chest out, butt cheeks clenched, eyes ahead, and hands behind back on butt cheeks. The girls didn't hesitate.

Wendy asked “So you made your rules, that fast sir?”

“Who asks the questions here? Bill replied.

“You do sir”

“that is right, you'll have a chance to ask your questions at the end. Chris and I talked and we appreciate what you are trying to do, but the only thing we can come up with, you won't like.”

“No sir, we won't like it, that is part of eating humble pie.”

“No, I mean you REALLY won't like it, like I said earlier, treating you EXACTLY how you treated us, would be a treat to someone who exercises all the time and eats light already. The things we'd have you do would amuse us, but probably wouldn't teach you anything, you are already good people, so I think you should get dressed after this, and Chris and I are just going to live here a little while as sort of roomates, and lets close this chapter. We forgive you.”

“No you don't Bill...you want to run me through the ringer, that is your passive aggressive side, it took Jamie and I a lot of courage to offer to do this, and you see we are still standing at attention, we are ASKING you run us through the ringer....Sir” she added trying to get used to it, but unsure since he wasn't going to proceed if that term was still acceptable.

“You don't understand, you remember spanking our asses til they went from pink to red, to sometimes brown and yellow? You want me to do that to you?”

To her credit, Wendy had put that part of it out of her mind. “well that was if you did wrong, I mean if we don't do anything wrong, there should be no need?” Wendy asked taking a sort of angelic, innocent tone.

“Okay, so see, you are perfect and you'll never accidentally roll your eyes or  be slow to take orders, and you don't want Chris or I spanking you or your precious daughter” Bill added.

“Bill, Sir...honey, I don't WANT to be spanked, it hurts. I know that. I saw you two squirm and hem and haw and yes, I giggled some times..” looking at Jamie and adding “So did she..we were both spoiled brats, who took pleasure in your discomfort. Would it amuse you both to spank me and your 'precious daughter'?” she said the last two words, in a tone that sort of pointed out it was his daughter too and he felt the same as she did, protective.

“Hell yeah!” said Chris breaking the tension in the room, and causing everyone to burst out laughing, perhaps laughing a little more than one would expect considering they were talking about divorce, and half of the Taylor family was standing at full attention tits out, asses clenched discussing such a very odd situation. Perhaps it was just the unusual nature of it, or just that they needed a release from the tension, but they would never forget how funny the timing of Chris's heart-felt “Hell Yeah!” sounded at that particular moment.

When they recovered, they were all smiling sweetly but Bill still wanted to take a mental step back. “You don't understand til you've had it done to you..do you remember that you spanked us so much you ran out of space on our butts, so yo had to do it everywhere? Chest, thighs, bottom of feet?”

Wendy couldn't help, perhaps because of the joke that was just told,  making a self-satisfied face about how clever she had been.

“Well, this means you girls would have to let us spank you everywhere too, I can't say that it won't feel weird to have to lift up my daughter's tit to give it a swat, or my son to lift up yours.”

Wendy gritted her teeth, what he said was starting to make sense. “I see...I thought fair is fair, but I see how this wouldn't be fair to us” Wendy added.

“Fair to you?” Bill was shocked “I am thinking about us, you kept us in a perpetual state of denial, and had to make us milk our cocks, because every now and then dirty thoughts got out of  hand and we became surly, I knew why you did that..you think in a situation like that, I am going to be able to be amused by jerking off?”

Jamie was confused, she hadn't been party to her mom's decision to milk them. Apparently, after 2-3 days of this treatment, having them jack off in a mason jar, was a good way to keep them under control. Sort of like taking a sprite can you shook up for 2-3 days and slowly releasing the top.

“Okay, okay....Bill permission to talk to Jamie, privately?”

“Granted” he said, half wondering how come if he had released them, his wife was asking permission and so was Wendy.

Wendy and Jamie talked privately, as they had done so many times when they were on the other side of things. Then they would decide how they could acting as a team, divide and conquer to keep Chris and Bill of guard and get their way. This time Wendy was explaining what had just been talked about.

“I kept you from their uh....milking, because it was necessary, but it seemed kind of sexual”

“I would say it was very kind of sexual, they were both jacking off into mason jars.” Jamie replied a bit shocked.

“Yes, yes...well, I've tried to shield you from that, it just kind of, well you can't keep men naked and tied up by their balls, without a release valve, or they would rebel. What can I say, I was making it up as I went along, and I didn't want you to see that side of it”

“Now that I have?”

“Well, I wanted to explain it to you, or else you'd abandon me too, I am losing Bill and Chris, I dont' want to lose you as well.”

“What? You would never lose me, mom. Look at your partner in crime” they were both tearing up a little in private, wrapping their arms around each other. “I love you mom, always!”

“Then why is your boob poking into my boob?” Wendy offered after a much needed very long hug between Mother and Daughter, a little levity. They both gave a slight smile while holding back some tears.

“Mom, I get it. They are nasty. We walked in on dad jerking it to pictures of my friends that HE took on the computer. We gagged Chris with the sock he used to masturbate into. You didn't think I didn't know they do that?”

“Jamie, ALL men do it. Anyone who tells you he doesn't is a liar or his cock is broken” she said bluntly. “I bet if you took everything that happened to us in the last few weeks and wrote it down in story format, some of them would even jack off this!”

“Well, okay...so if they want to beat off in front of us, that is fine. I mean they get release, I know they do it, whats the difference if I see them do it?”

“You don't know til you do it, its easy to stand here and say you will do this or that, but honestly when he said lift up my titty to slap it, because he had slapped every other part of me, I...”

“You what?” Jamie asked her to continue.

“Are you implying I got aroused?”

“NO?” Jamie said shocked “I just wanted to find out what you were thinking, what makes you think that? Oh my gawd”

Wendy smiled and let it drop “Look, actually...I will let you in on something, that even I don't understand and I really hate to tell you, but when I was younger, I um...well, you know about your age, I got spanked by my step father, and at times, it was kind of arousing”

“You got wet?” Jamie said incredulously.

“Oh fuck, well...now you make me sound like this nymphomaniac pain slut.....so  it's not like that, I am normal. I just had weird thoughts, and so when I got to college, I got a chance to pose for some magazines to experiment with it, but the photographer was a jerk, and it was very clinical. So the poses and the modeling thing was very unsatisfying, I never thought about it again....until you know, now.”

“So you don't want them to spank you because it will hurt like the dickens or because you are afraid they'll see you get wet?” Jamie asked curious and shocked.

“Can I answer both?”

“Yes, you can say its both, but I think you are deluding yourself” Jamie answered, with a new profound respect that her mom hadn't been as straight laced as she thought. “I thought you were a total straight A, cheerleader, type?”

“No, I was a wall flower, bookish, your father was the athlete, I didn't blossom until later in life. I guess when you are a little geeky and unpopular like Gerald, you have more time to think about things, to let your imagination ask you what if scenarios”

Jamie changed the subject “We've got two choices, we can accept their decision, go get dressed and drift apart as a family.” she paused to let that option sink in before offering the second. “That or we can suck it up, go in and beg them to spank us as hard as they want and see if they want to give us payback for all the rotten things we did to them and try to repair the damage we did.”

“You are such a good daughter!!” Wendy said wanting to hug her daughter again, but in the circumstances of them being naked “But, the spanking was just the tip of the ice berg, I caged your father when we went to work and gagged him...I threatened to put the gag up his butt if he didn't open his mouth...how will you feel on Thursday after having done this for a week, when your father or Chris takes YOU shopping and makes you carry their bags and be their little bitch?”

“Will you be right there with me?”

“If they agree to this”. Wendy answered with a knowing smile. “Come on...we've got some crow to eat.”

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”

The Family Feud II

Chapter Four

The girls were cherry red from head to the bottom of their toes, with a slight yellow to brown starting to emerge on their asses.

“There are only two places that haven't been marked a bit, and then we'll take a break because speaking for me, I am about to pop” The girls knew exactly what that means. Jamie involuntarily scrunched her nose reminding Bill of Tabatha from Bewitched, or was it her daughter her did the nose scrunch? Old show who cares, okay, everyone is waiting for me to talk...He thought as he drifted into and out of a daydream.

“I don't plan to slap your faces today, so that leaves one last part.” Wendy and Jamie were looking at each other confused as Bill futzed with their cuffs turning them around to admire his handiwork and let them out of their wrist restraints.

“Get on the floor, on your backs..spread your legs.” there was a hesitation like “No bill, not there!!” as Wendy instantly realized what part had managed to be spared. Their pussies had been hit, but more as collateral damage when they were being spanked, or just the pubic bone area. She had noticed Jamie was like her in that they both had “Innies” with a little bit of hood on display, not big fat twats where the lips were pulled out obscenely.

She narrowed her eyes at him a little, but quickly realized they were serious. It would be Chris swatting her directly on the pussy lips. She spread her legs apart, her body already sore and tingling from what felt like an hour of shock therapy along all of her nerve endings. She couldn't help but admire Jamie for being able to absorb the same amount of pain. Then again, she thought to herself, women have to endure child birth, this experience as bad as it was, didn't really seem to compare to the natural birth of Chris. Jamies was much easier, but then it would be the second time around.

“OH, OW!!!” she would have screamed had panties not been stuffed in her mouth and duct taped in place. The first strike directly to her clit hood was not what she expected. Chris was using the handle of a wooden spoon, and Bill had a bath scratcher handle.

“Do you remember spanking us on the tops of our dicks with blunt force, Mom?” Chris said maniacally. She had but didn't remember slicing it to ribbons the way he was on her pink bits. “Well...I wonder if it felt like this” he grinned, instantly aware he was sounding a bit Psycho and not liking how he sounded quieting down.

After a few minutes, the strikes got worse, harder, more targeted and pronounced. They were learning. They were watching how the women seemed to howl into the gag and move, with each strike and they started only doing the ones that seemed to  make the girls tremble.

Wendy was holding herself at the knee, to force her legs apart, thankful she was so limber from all the step classes and aerobics. She couldn't imagine how Jamie was doing it, or if her father was periodically hitting the asshole too the way Chris was with her. She was crying now, her nose was running, which made it hard to breath with the gag. She felt like she wanted to vomit, the pain was bearable to some extent, but the shame and humiliation was excruciating like nothing else she had felt.

“Mom's really wet down there....” Chris said, shocking even Bill that he would make such an observation and not just keep it to himself. “It's like honey”. Prompting the two men to stop their pain picnic they were holding on a Saturday afternoon with the women of the family.

When they began this process of applying pain, they mostly used the hair brushes, but as the time wore on they began to feel more comfortable with the bodies in front of them, grabbing and poking, spreading, turning them around, pulling a tit to tug at it, so they could give a beating to the underside. Spanking bare handed soon followed. So it was not the first time his hand had been applied to his mothers twat this afternoon, but it was still a shocker when he actually put his finger into the crack of her pussy lips to draw back some of the wetness.

He sniffed it, and said “Ooh snot” jokingly, wiping it directly under his mothers nose. This caused the men to giggle. Bill didn't see anything like that coming from Jamie's tight little furry snatch, and he still wasn't comfortable with the idea that there may be. Even though he had just beat her in the most intimate of places, he was still getting his head around this.

To change the subject, he said “Well, don't that beat all? The selfish women of the house, get off before their new Owners....hmmm” The word “Owners” bit into Wendy and Jamie like the bite of another stroke to the sore twat.  However, technically that is what they were, Masters, Dominants, the Boss. It was all so new.

“Okay, let's switch back off again, I'd like Wendy to do the honors” grinned Bill, to the ladies on their backs on the carpet in the living room who looked confused.

“Okay, you can't seriously expect us to sit here and jerk off like good little boys in front of you when you were in charge? You've got to help out...the least you can give your husband is a hand job”

Wendy murmured a litany of explanation into the muffled gagged of her panties, her body language seeming to either be about Jamie and Chris watching, or Jamie's giving Chris a hand job. Either way it was obvious she was concerned.

Bill sighed “Wendy, I don't have a lot of duct tape left,  if I pull this gag off you one more time to hear your excuses, we are just going to stop, no matter what you decide. Is that what you want?”

Wendy looked at Jamie, Jamie back at her mother, there were tears in their eye, but neither murmured or said anything for a second.

“Maybe they have Slut ESP” joked Chris ruining the epiphany that Mother and Daughter were sharing with a silly joke. Wendy nodded that she wouldn't want the gag off and got to her knees, awkwardly in front of Bill's throbbing member. Jamie followed suit, although more reluctantly to a grinning Chris.

“Hah, Dry? no...go get that really nice cocoa butter I bought you last Christmas and hurry back...” Bill told his wife. She remembered it was TWO Christmas's ago, but being gagged and in the predicament she was in, standing on facts wasn't going to help the situation. She scampered off leaving Jamie with the Taylor men.

While she was gone, Chris pulled off the duct tape from around Jamie's lips. “She could just spit on mine...that is what I do when I am alone.”

Bill joked “TMI” (meaning “Too much information) but seeming to give his blessing to it. Jamie had tons of saliva but it was all balled into the panties she had managed to get in her mouth. (She picked her OWN panties when the switched earlier, without the two of the men noticing, Thank god for small favors, she had thought to herself).

She hocked some spit, making a sound worthy of any baseball player onto his dick, kind of secretly wishing she had aimed for her brothers face, letting it fall on top of his dick. From where her brother was sitting on the couch, his legs straddled her, and her boobs were pressed against his knees. He could just see her head and hands. He guided her to start working his cock with her hands.

She shut her eyes and continued gingerly.

“Keep em open, Pumpkin..I want you to think about what you did and your predicament, not tune it out. You've got some big decisions to make about this. If you are going to keep us happy, the least you can do is hand jobs. This is your first time touching a cock, so...”

Jamie cut him off “No, it's not” she hadn't realized why she said that in so challenging a manner, that wasn't her intention, if it wasn't too late she offered a “Sir” and increased the intensity of her strokes.

“Who, Jamie's no longer a virgin, dad!” Chris laughed

“No, I am still a virgin, but I've been to parties before, you know..just heavy petting. This is not the first dick I touched.”

“Okay, well now I don't feel so bad. Had you told me this a few months ago, I would have felt my pure little snowflake was a big slut, and that I lost something, but actually it helps me not to feel so guilty...”

Wendy had been standing at the stair case listening to the exchange, she wasn't sure if she felt betrayal that her own daughter had not told her those things, or maybe she was just saying that to sound worldly so that the awkwardness of the actual first encounter with a man's dick this way wasn't so disgusting to think about.

She remembered how Jamie had refused to leash the two men by their balls and attach or remove their leashes. Why now, has she suddenly found the will to not only touch, but stroke, and stroke like a natural little slut. Wendy had to admit she was impressed with her daughter's technique of pumping her hand up and down the shift and twisting the wrist as she went.

“Ah there is my little bitch” Bill said “Lazily, watching the scene, instead of doing her wifely duties?”

Wendy quickly got into position, tits and ass jiggling as she hurried to the couch, and applied the jaw of special cream she had received as a Christmas gift to her husbands dick so she could jerk him off. The two of them had seen a lot today that sort of blew their mind and stimulated their cocks, with the combination of the lack of sex they had, it was easily forgiven and understood even for a premature ejaculator like Bill, that the whole thing was over in about two or three minutes with the two men reaching climax near the same time.

Jamie leaped back, dropping her brother's cock like she had just broken it. Letting the spermy fluid fall all over his hairless cock.

“I thought..you were going to pee on me.”

“Not a bad idea, sis...but now you've got my cum all over me...time to wipe it up.”

“Use your panties” Bill added, as he pulled hard on his wife's duct tape/panty gag so she could do the same to him.

Gingerly the two did as instructed, and were told to carry the panties with them in their hands. “I still haven't decided if I will want you wearing panties at all for this, I was inclined to let you out of the house, but I am inclined to believe it won't put you in the proper submissive mindset if you aren't a bit disarmed..at least that is what you told us, when you made us WEAR them.”

“Bill, that was to give you an appreciation, for feminine values and I thought you seemed to like the softness of them, even said you may want to wear them sometimes, because they were comfortable?” she said in a very bemused way.

Which is why it came as a shock to her to get a slap to her face “Bill? no..it's Sir from now on, and you went and made me slap you to the face, something I hadn't intended to do today...” it stung, the smack a shock to her ego as well as her face.

When she recovered “I am sorry Sir, I need to learn to address my betters more appropriately.” there was  loud knocking sound coming from her stomach, as the gases inside tore at what little protien remained that punctuated her apology.

“Okay..okay, we're hungry too...let's feed the bitches” leaving the girls ungagged, naked, cherry-red bruised and with cum-dried panties in their hands, they walked them into the kitchen.

“I am sure you will thank us, for not permitting you to sit in chairs, after all your keisters are probably so sore, it would hurt you....”

“Yes Sir, thank you” the girls said, without too much enthusiasm, having been drained both emotionally and physically from the beating they received.

Chris checked the fridge “Hot-Dogs!” he hadn't eaten those since the start of his own little torture, so he pulled out a 7 pack.

“Knowing your mom, it's veggie, turkey dogs” said Bill, not paying any attention to his wife and daughter standing at attention in the kitchen. Hands behind their back, tits out.

“Well, we aren't making our own hotdogs, go ahead and get us fed, and then we'll let you eat.”

Wendy took the hotdogs graciously from her son, and began to boil water, “Should I put in four, Sirs?”

“Four, why?” Chris said skeptically.

“One for each of us, Sir?”

“Lawl, four for me, maybe, SINISTAR HUNGERS!!” Chris made a reference to some video game that no one else understood, emphasizing his own hunger, completely oblivious to the fact that he had a full breakfast, while neither girl had eaten at all and it was already 1pm.

Bill corrected “Put in five, and leave two out, those are for you...you can eat yours raw”.

Wendy nodded, she didn't particularly like the idea of eating hot dogs cooked or otherwise, she preferred healthier choices. She wasn't even sure she remembered buying hot dogs before, how long had these been in the fridge, she thought as her and her daughter sat out the buns and mustard.  All she knew is right now she was downright famished, and a hot dog would have to do!

When the men were eating, Chris was stuffing his face and saying “Look Dad” and squirted mustard on the dog, he said “I put my wiener in mom's bun, and squirted mustard all over it”. They both laughed at the uncomfortable metaphor.

The girls stayed stone faced, at attention while they watched the two of them dilly dally. Another stomach growl, this time from Jamie.

“I would swear one of you farted.” Chris said amused with himself. “We should probably put ping pong balls in their butts, and if one of them drops out, we'll know for sure” laughing.

Wendy had to wonder to herself, with a curious expression where these sadistic and twisted ideas were coming from “The boys not right” She thought to herself, but had to almost laugh at the same time of how funny the idea of the ping pong balls was.

“Okay, let's feed your mom and sister...before they get so thin they blow away” Bill said after Chris finished his fourth dog (in the same time it took him to finish one). “They have a lot to do today, and me and you have to sit down and work on Bill's Bill”

“Yeah, don't you remember that ridiculous piece of paper they handed us a long time ago, when this whole thing started, about the Taylor women's bill of rights?”

“Nope” Chris said. His mom knew he played dumb sometimes, he had admitted he was smart, but was so used to everyone expecting the worst of him, that he just fell into the habit. That or maybe he was actually kind of simple.

“Okay...well, I may rip it in half if I find it and have them both wipe their ass on it, it was all lawdee-daw and fancy, lawyer-like. I am going to make mine simple.”

Wendy couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She wondered why men valued taking something as complex as all the do's and don'ts of whatever they were about to do, and make it 'simple'? That just seemed to gloss over important parts. Then she realized, that was her hyper-critical, analytical side coming out. The men are going to have fun with this, they should write their rules, the way men would. This was going to be their little vacation, their little chance to get even, get payback and heal the family and she was going to do her best to grin and bear, even things she thought should be done another way, for the good of the family.

“Oh shit” she thought to herself, Bill was asking them affirmation questions and she had tuned him out while she thought about her situation.

He was finishing with Jamie, good she had dodged a bullet.

“You look a little glassy eyed, would you like to sit down, my love?” Bill asked in a friendly tone.

“Actually, yes sir”

He laughed “But you need permission, because you are going to be my little bitch, isn't that right?”

“Well yes sir..I thought you were offering.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you think too much?” Bill sneered

Such an offensive question. She had encouraged her daughter to think for herself, be independent. Now that she thought about the question though, she realized she hadn't felt the same need for Chris to have that trait, maybe she thought it was hopeless, or maybe she had just saw so much of herself in Jamie when raising her.

“Yes Sir, I do over-analyze things” she admitted looking straight ahead.

“Are you going to pussy out of our deal, half-way through?”

“No sir, not if I can help it”

“But aren't you making mental notes of all the nasty things we do to you, so you will hold them over my head, Slut?” he added the word slut to punctuate the fact that he was being nasty.

“No sir, it's kind of like our hall pass, sir”

“Hall pass, I don't believe I remember that, what the fuck are you talking back?” Bill said thrown off his rhythm of asking questions that would reafirm him as boss.

“Well you know the movie? Hall pass? Where the wives give the men a one-time affair? When we first married, mine was Axl Rose and yours was Tawny Kitane?”

“Who is that?” Chris asked interjecting himself from the table where he was snacking on some Cheetos.

“Oh my god, I can't believe you remember that. We both agreed if one of us got the chance, we could have sex with that one person, and no hard feelings. It was like a “Gimme”.  That was so long ago! the singer of Guns and Roses, and the chick from the Whitesnakes videos? Why oh why didn't I say Angelina Jolie?” he laughed.

“Well, she was probably not even Jamie's age then Sir” Wendy said, which caused Bill to get serious for a minute.

“Was that a dig, because of the photos of Jamie's friends?”

“No no, sir...don't read into it, I am sorry for saying that.”

“Good, you are going to have to apologize, bend at the knee, scrape and put up with a lot of crap from us, you want to do that?”

“Yes Sir, I do, and at the same time I don't”. Bill asked her to explain and Wendy clarified “Obviously, no one wants to have to suffer, and be the butt of a joke, but this serves us right, and maybe after two weeks, I will learn something about myself I didn't know, I am already having more respect for you, that you've taken charge. Chris went out looking for a job this morning, that is another positive that came out of this!” Wendy said looking on the bright side as usual.

“Well that is not happening!” Chris added “Yeah, now that we are bosses, I don't think I want to be out of the house and miss any of this”

Bill looked at his son with a little contempt “But you and me, we ARE going to be bread winners again, after we finish with this little game of ours, right?”

“Definitely dad, that sounds good!” Chris cheered.

“Until then, we'll have to live on what you girls make, and manage the finances that way, question for you, my love. IF you are so concerned that Chris learn to work and get a job, why not your precious mini-me Jamie?”

She realized he meant “Mini-me” like the character from Austin Powers, who was just a miniature version of Doctor Evil. “I am not sure, I guess with cheerleader, and academically, I just assumed she was going to college right after school.”

“Oh okay, and Chris could slave away like me early in his career, get passed by people with college educations and then have to struggle for the rest of his life?” Bill was asking about Chris with his words, but the question was more about Bill, Wendy sensed that.

“We all made some choices in the past, we have to live with. Frankly, I didn't think ummm..Sir Chris?” she struggled with what to refer to him, since she wasn't supposed to call him by name. Bill corrected her “Master Chris” and she absorbed the gravity of the title and finished “Master Chris, was going to WANT to go to college, he was barely wanting to go to high school, and that is much easier. Like you said, the path for girls, and the path for men is different, because we have different value systems.”

“But now Boys Rule, Girls Drool, Right mom?” Jamie realized that Chris was commenting on a t-shirt she had when she was around five years old that said “Girls Rule, Boys Drool”. How long had he been carrying out this baggage, she thought to herself.

“Yes sir, Boys Rule, Girls Drool” Wendy said compliantly.

“Doesn't sound like she believes it yet, though” Bill told his son. “Give the wieners a little mustard and feed your mom, I'll give Jamie hers.”

Squirting Mustard on the end, the men took the raw dogs and walked up to the standing, bruised, naked Taylor women told them to “open wide, for  a big surprise” they held their mouths open and the men stuck the hot dogs in long-ways.

Wendy took a big bite out of hers as quickly as it entered her jaws “Oooh mom, that is painful!” Chris said mocking a wound “Take it slow”. It occurred to Wendy what the guys were doing.

“Yeah Jamie, time to play with your food. You really don't want to gulp it down, enjoy the Mustard” Bill told his daughter, while looking directly at Wendy. Slowly they worked the remainder of the hot dogs fed by hand into the women's mouths with Chris saying “I wonder if they can deep throat”

“After tonight, I'll let you know, things are going to change in our bedroom!” despite all that had happened up to this point, Wendy had a shocked look about Bill telling about bedroom behavior.

“Oh don't be a prude, Wendy, you are both standing here like three-hole sluts, eating hot dogs like dicks, you are going to worry that I tell your son you are going to suck my dong tonight?”

“Touche' Sir, you are just surprising me, I just haven't seen your rules, I don't know what to expect. There are some things that are alright for me and you alone, I would think.”

Bill said “I'll consider it, speaking of which, now that you've eaten, get down on all fours, thank me for breaklunch, and get to work finishing up cleaning the house, then when you finish that, bring a bottle of lotion, you need to maintain your tan. Oh and get me a notebook and  pen, we've got to get cranking on Bills Bill”

“May we have something to drink, also?” Jamie said pouting out her lip.

“Oh damn, if you give a mouse a cookie” Bill seeming frustrated made a reference to a childrens book he used to read to her at bed time. It was about if you give a mouse a cookie, then he'll want to some milk to wash it down, and then he'll want a napkin to wash his milk mustache off with, and so on. She knew the reference was intentional.

“Fine, get the fleet enema bottles from last week, fill them water.”

He waited for his daughter to say “Gross!” and she almost did, but all she managed was “Can we wash off the nozzles?” Fleet enema bottles are shaped kind of like shampoo bottles or hair dye with a rounded tip so you can stick them up your butt and squirt water in. She remembered buying them, but  obviously this had been another game her mother played with them that she was not privy too.

“Oh geez, you can't taste a little bitter ass? Fine...yes...Whatever” Bill was already lost in thought about what he probably considered the overwhelming task of writing rules for his new household/living situation.

The girls hunkered down on all fours, feeling the pain on their bare hands and knees, from the many bruises they had received in their full body whipping. “Yes Sir, thank you for breaklunch, we are glad you took away the privilege of eating with dignity, and choosing for ourselves what to eat, I hope it amused you” Wendy said, channeling what she may have hoped to hear from them when the shoe was on the other foot.

When the girls finally had a private moment, after drinking water from the cleansed fleet bottles in the bathroom, they hugged silently saying nothing for about 5 minutes. The nudity, the sore skin, none of it mattered. They were developing a bond by doing this together, brought on perhaps more intensely by the shared pain. They cleaned in silence, finding that they actually seemed to work very briskly and efficiently, almost forgetting their nudity.

They didn't see the men come in or out of the kitchen, while the went about their duties in the nude.  and they really felt completely exhausted from all that had happened. It was a time for introspection and questioning just how far they were going to be asked to go, and how far they were willing to go. Left to their own devices, the two of them made a pretty good team cleaning up the house, straightening even the other rooms without being told.

When they had finished, Jamie was smirking at her mom. “You know how ridiculous we look?”

“Oh yes, you weren't even being modest when you bent over, its hard to get the image of your little pooter out of my head”.

“Gross, mom..I just meant, like here we are naked, cleaning up the house, our butts sore, while the guys sit around, worse off than we started this little escapade to get them to clean up after themselves.”

“No, the irony is not lost on me. I am sure if someone could see into our lives, they'd laugh their asses off at our cum-uppance.”

“Well it's a good thing no one would ever believe a story like this, much less write it.” Jamie added.

Patting her daughter on the bare shoulder, and changing the subject “okay..they want us to get the lotion, and report back into the kitchen, are you ready to do it?”

Summoning her courage, taking a deep breath “Oh yeah, the backyard?”

“Beats the front yard!!” Wendy said with a bemused look.

The Family Feud II

Chapter Five

"Took you bitches long enough!" Bill said without looking up from the notepad. His wife Wendy stifled the urge to tell him he had no idea how much they had to clean up, and how he should have appreciated their diligence. This was his week, he was allowed to be right.

"Yes Sir, later may we be permitted clothes to take the garbage bags to the street?"

"I don't see why, it's not very far..." Bill said seriously and looked at Chris. The girl's jaws dropped.

"Oh C'mon, yes of course you can put on your bikinis or something to take out the garbage to the street ... You girls can't take a joke?" He said rhetorically while asking his son to make a note of that they needed rules about clothing permission for short trips.

Wendy could just make out a scratch pad with doodles, drawings of tits, a cock, words underlined, she wasn't quite sure what to make out of it from where she was standing, but no coherent rules seemed to be present.

The two girls took their place in the kitchen, standing across from the men, at attention, hands behind back, tits out, chins up, butts clenched.

"What were we going to make them do, now?" Bill asked Chris, who couldn't seem to remember.

"You were going to let us have the rest of the day off to rest and recover?" Jamie said hopefully, yet with a tone of spritely humor.

"Funny Girl" her father smiled. "I am actually glad you can do this with a sense of humor, it really makes it easier ... for what I am about to have you do, go bring back the shaving cream, two hand mirrors some razors, some towels and our underwear, I am tired of sitting on the kitchen chair totally naked."

"What about the lotion?" Wendy asked

"Oh yeah, that is for after ... chop chop, sweet cheeks ... put some hustle in your step ... one, two, three four" he began to give cadence as if they were going to double-time it out of the room. They didn't really understand, but hustled none the less.

When they returned he had them lay out some towels, get two bowls of warm water, and sit on the floor to shave each other. "Hairless" is all he said as he scribbled on the notepad.

They sat on the floor and Wendy started to lotion herself up, while Jamie seemed a bit lost. Bill looked up "No, you aren't to lotion yourself or shave yourself ... Chris, handcuff your sister, so she doesn't try to do anything herself"

"With pleasure Dad!"

"Okay, you two figure it out, we want to be able to look up and watch, a good show. Wendy you lather her up, shave her hairless as a baby's butt, when you are done, send her over, we'll inspect and if you did good, we'll handcuff you and she can return the favor ... if either of you cheat, it's back over the knee again."

As the Wendy began to gingerly and delicately apply the lotion and shave her daughter, noticing patches of peach fuzz, and places like the back of her leg that a little tuft of pale blonde hair grew that Jamie may never have even realized Wendy asked absentmindedly "What is it with guys wanting to see hairless anyway? Doesn't a sexy Brazilian strip do anything for you?"

Chris joked "Mom, this isn't Dad's old 1980s playboys, we don't want to see furburgers"

Jamie didn't get the reference, but whatever it was, it made her smirk and scrunch her nose reflexively.

Bill said "You are going to groom yourself, completely hairless except for the tops of your head. That includes any potential little mustache or glory trails you girls got going on" causing the two women to wonder if he was singling them out. Neither of them were aware they had either.

"You will also learn team work, reliance on each other to get a task done. As hairless as you came into the world, you are being reborn, and you'll maintain your hairless status so we can have an unrestricted view of your cunts, and asses ... because frankly, it makes us giggle, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" Wendy replied crisply, regretting the question for the answer she received.

"Stop being so gentle, a little knick is nothing compared to the swats you'll receive for going to slow ... go ahead and pull her apart, and really make sure there is no hair. It's for her own good, because if there is, we'll be taking it off with duct tape AND punishing you!"

Wendy picked up the pace, and when she felt using wash rag and razor she had completely removed every bit of peachfuzz, stubble and stray hair from behind every little nook and cranny other than her daughter's scalp, she said "Okay, ready"

It had taken a good 15 minutes to get to that point. "Wendy, you are such a perfectionist!! took too long, should that be one of their shortcomings or a good thing?" Bill observed, as he apparently was making a list of pros and cons about his wife.

Jamie feeling the razor sting from the cool air, rose shakily to her dad and stood there, while being ignored. She waited a few minutes and then cleared her throat, her dad continued to ignore her. "Um Sir, I am ready for my inspection, when you are?" she finally offered meekly.

"Good Girl, okay when I am ready, go stand on the towel at attention of course" and making Wendy and Jamie wait for three minutes while they dithered and dabbled with their notepad, having just chided them about taking to long the two rose and walked over to where she she stood.

They looked Jamie up and down, like you would a horse you were about to buy, or a new car. Circling her, Chris reached out his hand and stuck it in her mouth, pulling apart her lips to look at her teeth.

Wendy said "I didn't shave her teeth?" curious, what Chris might be doing and convinced there may be something not quite right about him.

Chris didn't answer, he just kept looking at her mouth, and teeth like a doctor who may have spotted something of interest. "Uh huh ... very interesting..."

Bill began to massage her legs, feeling up and down for smoothness. "Okay Bend over at the waist"

Jamie swallowed, and you could hear a pin drop as the two men waited to hear Wendy's customary objections. There were none this time.

"Hold your cheeks apart, while we have a look."

Bill and Chris couldn't see but Wendy was pretty sure her daughter just rolled her eyes as she reached behind her to lift her tight cheeks up and apart. It was a perfectly cherry pink butthole with slightly puffy pussy lips, and not a stray hair to be seen. "Chris ... uh, do you want to check for hair?" Bill asked nervously.

"Isnt that what we are doing?" Chris asked dumbstruck

"Well, you can't see any, but you've got to run your hand along the outline of her ... um pussy and asshole nub, to make sure ... just like the boobs and everywhere else..."

"I see ... for Science!" Chris said making light of his Sisters predicament. He kind of wanted to see her face as he took his time, with his fat ham fingers lightly caressing all the most until today private of places.

"I bet there are some jocks at school, that would pay big bucks for this privilege" Chris said confirming no hair.

"Yah, I bet. But it's not really a privilege, its teaching them that their pussy and ass isn't a gift, or special, it's just two holes of three they carry around with them to pay checks they write that their mouth opens up for them. It's our duty as men to decide what is attractive FOR them, and to make sure they don't cheat or take shortcuts"

"Ouch!!" Chris said pointing out how harsh it was, before they dismissed Jamie to shave her mom and switched the handcuffs around.

As the men went back to their doodling in "Bill's Bill", there was a slight shriek. They looked up to see Wendy on all fours, clutching her butt cheeks with both cuffs, a small trickle of blood and Jamie saying "Sorry!! Sorry!!"

"Oh dear, go get a little alcohol and band aids from the medicine cabinet" Bill ordered his daughter, while Wendy pleaded it was just a tiny cut, not to worry. However soon she let out a little "owie!!" as the alcohol was poured down her buttcheeks and Chris applied the bandage to the inner part of the left butt cheek right next to the ass nub. A tiny stray wild black hair and a freckle that made Chris wonder if it was a tiny speck of poop, but he had seen it all morning and assumed it was a mole or something.

"Okay, Jamie just kiss the boo-boo to make it feel better, and get back to it"

"Kiss her ass?"

"Sure, you have a problem with kissing ass? You'll be kissing ours all week"

"Figuratively or literally?" Jamie said, not quite sure if it was a joke or a serious question.

Bill smiled "I am in the middle of working all that out, get to it ... Wendy cant kiss her own boo-boo, and she kissed yours anytime you had a scraped knee as a little girl. It is the least you can do as a favor.

Taking a deep breath, and planting a smooch on her mom's butt with a bit of a mock sense of excitement, almost patronizing in how she did it. Chris noted "She always makes those duck lips, you ever noticed that?"

"Duck lips? On her pussy?"

"Hah, no ... you know Duck lips? On facebook ... kissing faces while they take endless pictures of themselves and post them at various places on the internet." Chris said, but Bill really didn't care about the first part, just noting "Hmmm, post endless pictures of them on Facebook?" and wrote something down.

After they repeated Wendy's inspection and declared other than the minor blemish of the bandaid that "Well you two twats need practice shaving each other, but you'll learn from the pain, how to have a little more patience and hold the razors steady ... we did ... now it's time to lube up ... errr lotion up"

Wendy and Jamie sighed, they would now have to get on the mattress a bit like Olympic wrestlers with bodies intertwined and lotion each other up, face, nose, neck, chest, arms, ass, legs, feet, everywhere.

Even though the guys were sitting in underwear, and had cum just a few hours earlier, their dicks were once again hard. There was no denying it was fun to watch this and it distracted them from working on their rules.

"Okay, ordinarily we'd inspect again, but we got an eyeful that you were pretty good about getting in and out of every little place, besides if you come back with a sunburn, we'll know what spot you missed and you'll learn ... well good news for you ... you can fill up an enema bottle with water, take it outside and lay in the backyard in those sticky, lawn chairs that are all mildewed up you put us on."

"May we clean them sir?" Wendy asked apologetic in her tone.

"Did you tell us too, when you were the boss?" Bill asked smiling, but being somewhat sinister in his tone.

"No sir, but you did not let us know they were mildewed. I would have let you if you asked."

"Fine, fine ... it gets really quiet out there, Chris take the radio out there and set it to weather, or Country, neither of them like that, turn it up, and make sure to tight their wrists and ankles to the lawn chair.

Taking some cord, Chris dutifully walked his mother and sister outside to their wooden fenced in back yard. The grass had been mowed recently, but it gave them both the prickly sensation on the bottom of their tender feet.

Rosco the family dog was outside, barking around his dog house, happily on HIS chain. Oblivious to the power-exchange happening in his owners family. The appearance of Chris and the girls, made his tongue come out like he was smiling, flicking the air.

"Rosco, shush" Chris said, making a mental note that the girls will be the ones feeding him from now on everyday.

The girls sprayed off the rusty lawn chairs, which hadn' seen this much use in the last few weeks, then since when they bought them years ago. Setting down their water (enema) bottles, to get on the lawn chairs, wondering if neighbors on any of the three sides would get a view.

"Oh first lay flat on the ground"

"What why? Dad didn't say" Jamie asked a little defiantly.

"Am I the boss of you too?"

"Yes Sir"

"Then I say lay on your backs on the grass..." he had the two of them first lay down flat, then roll over on their face, and make snow angels. His mom once again wondered "The boy's not right"

That is until seated on the lawn chairs, laying out for a few minutes that the grass itch kicked in. It was insidious, they couldn't scratch at all when they started to feel the sensation, an almost burning.

He had made them lay spread eagle, each hand tied above their head to the top of the lawn chair, and each leg tied to the bottom leg of the chair. There was no moving, only a wild unsatisfying dance, wiggling, as they both expressed their discomfort to each other. Chris for his part had turned on the radio and gone inside, making them wonder what good the water bottles would do them tied up. "Another thing your father doesn't think out as well as he should" Wendy said trying to focus less on the grass itch as it worked its way over her raw, tender body.

"On the bright side, it could be worse" Wendy said

"How?"

"Well ... we aren't gagged, so we can talk over the Country music ... and there could be ants!" the two laughed at their shared misfortune for some reason.

Jamie was thinking quietly as the sun baked her perfect little body from overhead, they had made a little small talk about the weather and how long the sun is likely to last, realizing it would probably be at least until 4pm and that neither had stopped to go to the bathroom, and could certainly use more to drink and eat.

"You know" Jamie said quietly after a long pause "One thing we COULD do is actually be gung ho about this, agree to whatever they want, act like we are actually having fun ... like Chris new we'd get grass itch, what if we pretended we wanted it, wanted more of it? Wouldn't that freak them out, take the fun out of it for them since its not bothering us"

"Then your father would probably go ahead and do more of it to us, since it still amuses him." Wendy said trying to picture that scenario and how it would play out. "Besides, that would mean us asking for more of this ... I think we are better off playing it straight, we want to let them have their time to shine, to win, to get their pay back, but we are also wanting it to be fair, and not so bad, we can't walk because we are bowl legged"

"Mom!!" Jamie chided on the bowl legged comment. She wasn't sure what her mom meant about how they'd get that way, but she had some idea.

"Speaking of which, I am kind of disappointed."

"Oh? Regretting our situation?" Jamie asked.

"No, not that ... I mean, sure it sucks, I am sweating already, and I don't think they are going to rotate us for a while ... I meant, that you never told me you had been with boys."

"Do you not remember me asking for birth control?"

"Yes of course, and I didn't tell your father, but that was because the doctor thought it would even you out, make you less moody around your period ... not really for sexual experimentation ... although I am sure your father would have thought that was its only purpose..."

"Yes, and it is. I mean, if I got raped or something, I guess it would be good to be on it"

"Jamie Taylor, talking about Rape!" her mom said in a condescending tone to express her dissapproval that they would even consider a topic.

"Uh mom ... look, we are both naked as jaybirds, tied to lawn chairs, you don't think rape is a distinct possibility?"

"Well, I don't think by your father or Chris, I mean ... the touching and the hand jobs, that is I think as far as they are going to go ... even as gross as they are being, I know they have their lines." she said as much for her daughter's benefit as her own to hear those words.

"Well, yeah, but what if someone hopped the fence and said "Hi there, what are you doing?" and decided to rape two helpless females sunning in the Saturday afternoon sun naked.

Wendy wiggled her butt awkwardly in the chair "It's grass itch still"

"Funny" Jamie smiled "Mine seems to have gone away"

"Well your butts not as big as mine ... changing the subject" Wendy said suddenly aware that her daughter was implying she had gotten a little turned on by the helpless female fantasy. "Look, you told your dad and chris that you had touched men's dicks, but you didn't tell me first?"

"It was private, Mom ... I didn't think I had to tell you EVERYTHING" her eyes going wide in a comic effect to put the emphasis on the last word.

"Well, I understand. At your age, I didn't tell my mom EVERYTHING" Wendy mimicked her daughters tone "But, I guess I just thought we were closer than that"

"Mom, I just SHAVED YOUR BUTT!!" Jamie said with the same kidding inflection "that is pretty close, right?"

"Well just tell me from now on, whatever happens? Especially during our self-imposed incarceration?"

"Did you tell me that you were milking them? Giving them enemas?"

"No, but my reasons were to protect you from things you should not have been exposed too!" Wendy corrected.

"And here I am drinking from an enema bottle that has probably been in Dad or Chris's butt? Good protection, Mom"

Wendy got silent, almost crying "Some secrets a woman deserves to have, you have yours ... just forgive me ... look, you are right, this is crazy, what we are doing hanging out here today like this, let's go to your father and call this off. He'll be relieved, his scratch pads are all doodles."

"Are you kidding? No, don't take it like that Mom ... I have to say, that I can't quite explain this, but I am actually kind of amused by this? That doesn't sound right, but I kinda want to see what they do next. I mean at the same time, yeah I hate it, but there is almost this weird adventure about this..."

"What about my not protecting you?" Wendy said a little defensively.

"Okay, that was the wrong choice of words ... who could predict things would turn out like this? Didn't see this one coming. I guess what I mean by adventure, is its you and me, Thelma and Louise, facing it together ... if it was just you out here, and I was inside, I would feel like shit."

Wendy knotted her brow, her daughter seldom cussed around her. "Vulgarity?"

"Mom, for two weeks, we are down in the shit, this is the shit we created ourselves. We have to admit it, face facts. Whatever we do now, even between each other, its not going to be held against us. You know I didn't want to rub you down with lotion, but you are worried if I cuss a little?"

"It's so confusing, Jamie. I mean everything is so upside down, now to hear you say, you are actually a little amused at this?"

"Well, let me put it this way. I can say that now when its just you and me, and no one else is listening. But, sure when Dad and Chris were checking up around my butt and all that, yeah I was about to give birth to the butterflies living in my stomach, I wanted nothing more than to panic and run out of the room.

"And you were very brave to let them do it, I was surprised they had you go first." Wendy was about to make a comment when the two of them heard laughing.

A tittering, giggle. Their chairs faced the back of the house to catch as much of the sun, not towards the fence. So they couldn't turn their heads around far enough to see where it was coming from. They got quiet.

Boy #1 "They've got bikinis on, I am sure of it"

Boy #2 "Like hell, I can see their boobs from here"

Boy #1 "Who would sit out topless?"

Boy #2 "shhh, keep it down, they've stopped talking, I am not sure if they can hear us."

Boy #1 "Dude, they can't hear us, because we are behind a fence."

Boy #2 "Good point, I couldn't make out what they were saying, sound like a couple country bitches, who listen to Randy Travis"

Boy #1 "You think they are our age?"

Boy #2 "No, probably really old like 18 or something."

The girls were in panic/shock mode, they said not a word for the next hour. They didn't hear the boys again, just suspected they may be behind them.

When Chris finally came out to turn them over, their bodies were a toasty red warm, their eyes squinting from lack of sunglasses.

"Hey, Dad sent me out here to turn you over"

"Shhhhhh" Wendy hushed him, whispering for him to come closer, and Chris got a few inches from her face to listen. A very awkward invasion of her personal space, one she'd have to grow to accept. She wasn't really thinking about that at the moment when she said "I think there are some neighborhood boys who can see us, will you bring us a towel and let us in?"

Chris reply was as clear as crystal. He let a long strand of spit fall from his lips into his mothers face slowly dangling until it touched her nose.

"Any boys here?" He yelled really loud. "I think they are gone mom, time to turn you over"

Wendy said nothing as he untied her just enough to flip her, leaving her wrists crossed behind her head.

"Dad said, in the future, we could let you lay with your wrists free if you hold your ass cheeks apart, which would you prefer?"

"Um, how you got us is fine" Jamie replied "Sir"

"Did you like the grass itch?"

"Yes, very much, would you like to make us roll around on the ground again Sir?" Jamie said almost playfully.

"Uh ... no" Chris replied. "I've got something else I am supposed to do, sitting on their lower backs fully dressed, the weight of a 240lb teenager was not particularly easy to bare. He applied more sunscreen to their back, and they could distinctly tell he was making sure to use his finger to write letters. "We'll see how this turns out."

"What does it say sir?" Jamie asked with a mock sort of pleasing tone.

"Yours says 'Fuck Me', and mom's says 'In the Butt'."

"Oh that is hilarious!! When we stand next to each other, it will spell out Fuck me in the butt, like a suggestion to guys, good one Master Chris!" Jamie was pouring on the cheerleader positivity.

"Uh ... yeah, whatever ... okay, if those boys come back, invite them in." the Girls certainly had no intention of doing that, but they both replied "Yes Sir" as he left and went back in the sliding glass door.

"See I told you" Wendy pointed out "It confused Chris, you were trying to be so helpful and positive, that he didn't know how to react"

"Yah, I figured maybe we could keep him off guard"

"What if it backfires and he just decides if that doesn't impress you, he needs to make it worse? To get the reaction he was looking for."

"Oh shit, yeah ... I forgot about that."

The Family Feud II

Chapter Six

It was Saturday at 4pm, the first day of the Taylor women's comeuppance when it began to slightly drizzle outside. Afternoon showers. The men let them sit out in the sprinkling rain for a little while. The girls debated whether or not to try to pull on the knots Chris tied so they can run inside in case the fellas were busy and didn't realize it was raining.

The assumption was Chris's knots may not be all that perfect, although for all the things he wasn't, he had at least been a cub scout, boy scout and eagle scout all through elementary and middle school. Eagle scouts is sort of that phase when you are a little too old to still be doing it, but you are so hard core about scouting you stick with it despite all your friends telling you how uncool it is.

Wendy was starting to think It was probably around that time Chris started putting on weight, and stopped trying, once he got out of Eagle Scouts to avoid the peer pressure of his friends who didn't think it was “cool”. Not that Chris had a shot at being “Cool” in or out of Eagle Scouts. She was mentally slapping herself for downing her son, especially given he had tied a particularly feisty little knot that only seemed to get a little tighter as she struggled with it, naked in the rain.

Chris was standing over her when she looked up, naturally he and his father had fully dressed hours ago. “I see you are trying to get out of the knots I tied. That is funny. I didn't try to get out of the ones you tied, because I knew better...I'll have to tell Dad”

“Please don't?” Wendy pleaded, fearing another punishment and possibly an argument.

“What, you are already trying to bribe me? Hah” Chris laughed as he untied Jamie first, and then his Mom directing them out of the rain and into the house.

Soaked, naked, their hair wet, their makeup running, their bodies hot and warm from afternoon sun and all over body beatings, they shivered in the cool cranked up air conditioning of the living room.

“Oh you don't like 69, Wendy?” Bill asked from the couch.

“69?” Wendy asked with a sudden panic

“Yah, you always hated it when I moved the thermostat down, do you mind now?”

Over chattering teeth, arms folded across her bare chest, hopping from foot to foot “No Dear, The men run the temperature, not us. May we please go dry off and use the bathroom?”

“Oh, pee or poop?” Chris asked.

Wendy wanted to say “I beg your pardon” she wanted to say it so bad, it felt like the right question. They weren't going to pretend to bubble-headed bimbos who delighted in their own torment, they were going to play it straight. However, they also had to be polite, so she bit her lip and said “I have to do both, Sir”

“Heel” Chris said.

“Heel?” Wendy asked

“You don't' remember...that is where you crawl on all fours, and walk with your head close to my heel...it's a one word command, come with me, I'll supervise you....Jamie do you need to go too?”

“No sir” Jamie said shivering.

“Okay, last chance to go for a few hours.” Chris grinned.

“Fine, yes sir...” noticing Chris didn't like the tone Jamie added “I would be thankful if you would permit me to go to the bathroom”

“What do you want to do there?” Chris folded his arms.

“Um...do my business.” Jamie said curiously.

“From now, on you'll ask permission to piss or shit, just like that. I want to hear you say vulgar things...you'll understand when Dad goes over the rules. Nodding, the two slaves were at his heel on all fours, butts in the air, faces towards the carpet like dogs.

Once in the bathroom, Chris directed them to both sit on the toilet seat “Half and Half”. They seemed to think that was impossible but surprising they could both hover the business end of their butts over the toilet.

“Drop off the kids at the pool” Chris had his arms folded, watching them as they both made grossed out faces. “I mean go shit and piss, duh!!” Chris clarified. “When me and dad were your little bitches, we would use the excuse of coming to the bathroom to take a break, we aren't giving you the same courtesy, you'll be monitored anytime you go at home, and toilet paper is rationed too. You use too much to take off your make up”

“But you guys didn't even have to pay for it?” Wendy asked, still soaked from laying out in the rain.

“It's not our money? I thought the men ruled the wallet, what is the motto, Boy's Rule?”

“Girls drool” they said in unison finishing the slogan.

There was a sudden “Fitz-purp” sound like a fart, and the Jamie and Chris giggled instinctively “Look guys, this is so awkward. I hear the logic of your rules..it's just if you stay in here, you are going to hear me drop that hot dog you gave me earlier, and I can't say that it's going to sound pleasant or lady like.”

“Go for it” Chris smiled, and Wendy winced, made a squeezing face, and let lose, with a mighty but short rip. It caused Chris to laugh “You two are gross...stinky butts...”

Wendy wanted to say “But you told me to do it!!” the look on her face said as much.

After they stood up, they were permitted to wipe, flush, and wash hands. A quick shower for the two of them (with mostly cold water) causing nipples to spring forth, and some of the pain from earlier today to subside at least briefly.

They were allowed to straighten their hair, apply some make up. Chris for his part as supervisor, kept asking what mascara was, and if it was different from eye liner. He directed Jamie to paint some pink nail polish on her mothers nipples “Too brownish for me...I'd like them pink like Jamies”

They tried to explain that it would crack, and not be as glossy as on fingernails, but they let it go without much resistance and complied for Chris's amusement. He wasn't satisfied but he didn't bother to have it removed. He wasn't overly satisfied with the way the sun tan had turned out. He had expected a very pronounced lettering to appear after only a few hours.

So taking a sharpie he wrote “Fuck Me” on his sisters back in red sharpie and “In the Butt” on his mothers back.

“Okay, any other base, cream, liquid cleanser, spray, hot iron glue thingy or perfume you girls want to try to blind me with, or you just about feel beautiful and ready to go?”

“Go where, sir?”

“Downstairs on all fours, like my puppies...for now” He had them heel and wiggle their butts all the way downstairs. Lording it over them, as they padded down the carpeted stairs, nose to his heel.

Bill pointed to a rubber box marked “Bitches” in the living room “Chris and I felt we needed to clean a little house, you girls have way too many shoes and other bullshit. So we did your job for you, and bagged up all the unessential stuff, so you can take it to the curb later...In that box is the only clothes you'll be allowed to wear.”

“Oh Bill...Master Bill” Wendy cried “No, you are throwing away our real clothes, what about when this is over?”

“That is not for a while, and it will do you good, to have to give up some things you like, that represent the old you, Be glad it's only this, Chris wanted to have your heads shaved, except a little shock of hair and a pink ribbon.”

Looking in the “Bitch Box” they saw mostly clothes from the photo-shoots consisting of dirty lingerie, bustiers, Short halter-tops, tank tops, miniskirts, mostly things neither of them even recognized.

“That wasn't excessive, Sir?” Wendy asked.

“Hmm, that sounds like a passive aggressive question.” Bill said implying he may need an attitude adjustment. “Do you care more about your fashion then this family?”

“No sir”

“Well then, by being our little bitch you'll heal the family, is that worth your “Type Z "Markita 2" - Pointy-Toed Black Pumps?”

“Oh Sir!!” She was shocked, almost as much that he knew her favorite shoes, as that he would throw away the shoes she had talked about for weeks before buying them, analyzing the cost versus the benefit of having the most awesome shoes ever.

“No sir, my family is worth more...it's just what do I wear to work?”

“Is your career worth more than this family?” Bill asked meaning the question to be rhetorical, since he'd already established family first.

“Well, but we need an income...sir?”

“Yes, and I'll be getting a job one way or the other, you have my guarantee on it..besides you are a boss there, you can come in something casual”

“Yes sir, I COULD, but to stay the boss, I have to set myself apart from the rest.”

“That can be arranged” Bill said coldly, implying that she would definitely be set apart wearing the bitch box slut-wear.

“And you expect Jamie to wear this to school? Where is her cheer-leading uniform?” Wendy said skeptically letting her own work outfit situation go for now.

Chris smiled at his handiwork as he held up a Cherry lawn Cougar's cheer-leading top and skirt, making a point of showing that the 'spanks' had been cut out. The spanks were a type of shorts sewn into the bottom to protect the cheerleader's modesty, when twirling or being hoisted up in pyramids.

Jamie's turn to flip, her eyes got big “B...but....” is all she could stammer causing her dad and Chris to laugh at her stunned silence.

“Chris thought you'd say that, as long as your good, we may even let you wear the panties from today, but not those big black spanks...way too much skin covered. Hey look on the bright side, more people will watch your cheering and the football players will appreciate a little eye candy.”

Wendy's turn to offer an objection. “Surely, if a teacher or a counselor, got whiff of this, they would have to report it?” she wasn't angry, just concerned.

Chris replied casually “Mom, there was a student prostitution ring in my school for months, where do you think Dad found girls willing to pose naked? By standing at the bus stop with candy?”. Chris looked at his Dad and apologized for bringing up the sore spot of the pictures he had taken that helped set off the chain of events leading to him and his son being humiliated  “Sorry Dad.”

“No offense taken, Son” acknowledging his son's point. “Cherry Lawn is a mega school of 4,000 students, and there are not enough eyes on the students, even if you count the ones in the back of every teachers head. There are fights, drugs, all sorts of other more obvious issues going on, that I suspect one more slutty girl seeking attention by wearing no panties, isn't going to set off all the alarms”.

“Put it this way” Chris answered his Mom's concerns “Even though I am a nobody, when you guys made me wear diapers to school, the kids that did find out about it, merely laughed cruelly. The students all have their own problems to worry about. If it amuses them, they'll laugh, if it angers them at best they'll ignore it.”

Wendy had a hard time believing this. She thought of better of giving an “In my day” speech where she described growing up in the 1980s. Times had changed since she was a kid, and maybe Chris was right.  Teachers wouldn't be on the look out for something like this, because who could expect some one to purposely cut the spanks out of their daughters cheer uniform.

The girls were besides themselves. They weren't sure how to respond to this sudden turn of events.

“Here is where you thank your Father for consolidating your clothes into a well organized pile.”

“Thank you Sir” they said not quite so enthusiastically in unison.

“From now on, all clothes will be in piles...no more dressers. When we drop something on the floor, that constitutes a pile. You'll be told if you can pick up and wash it for us, or if we think we have a few more days to wear it...your stuff will go back in the box as soon as you get home, so since you'll hardly ever wear the same thing twice, you will probably have to wear it a dozen or so times before we consider letting you wash it”

“Yeah, even if you poop stripe the back of it!” Chris laughed. Even his father looked at him with the “Boy's not right” look on his face.

“Alright, you pick something out for your mother...make it something that will amuse us, doesn't match...Wendy do the same for Jamie, get your clothes on, you've got 2 minutes to be ready...chop chop”

The girls quickly picked out something and handed it to each other. They weren't quite the worst things in the bucket, but there wasn't a lot to choose from. Short skirts, halters that covered up the words that Chris had written on their backs, and 4 inch heels. None of which matched.

“Looking good...I could probably stop on the highway and make money” Bill smiled, but the girls weren't

“Oh cheer up girls, I am only teasing..actually I am taking you SHOPPING and to grab a bite to eat, if you are good girls”

The girls looked a little defeated. “So much for the big adventure and wondering where things would go” Whispered Jamie to her mom as they marched them outside into Bill's truck.

“Since Jamie was clumsy enough to wreck and abandon your car, we'll do the driving” That wasn't quite true. The wreck was caused by someone to set her up, but the girls didn't try to correct him. Bill seemed to be baiting them.

“Since there is only the front seat...Jamie you sit in your Brother's lap, and Wendy you sit in the hump.”

Jamie could tell over every speed bump, with her brothers arms around her, and his throbbing dick trying to spring up through his jeans, that he was enjoying the bumpiness and her discomfort.

“I can't wait to make Bacon in the mornings, Dad” Chris said thinking that finally they'd get to eat the unhealthy food they craved.

“Are you kidding? With these two little bitches, one of them will make it for you, they'd be glad too..and fuck aprons..they don't have any pubes....a little grease spatter from bacon never hurt anyone...” remembering that the Taylor men had been forced to wear humiliating aprons while they cooked for sanitary reasons.

“How have you done writing the rules, sir?” Wendy asked politely, squeezed in between her son and husband, with the gear shift right between her legs. Bill ignored her and shifted gears.

After a minute he said “Listen, don't pressure me about that. I want to have a little time to clear my head...”

“But today counts as one of the days, sir?”

“Why, did you sign rules that says it did?” Bill said sarcastically.

“Well, but we've been serving all day”

“I'll think about it...I am inclined to think you've been half-assing today, and this is just a warm up....that is unless you impress me when we get to the stores.”

“What stores, sir?” Wendy didn't recognize this side of town. It was near the motel that Bill and Chris had lived in when they moved out months ago.

“Oh yeah, you wouldn't..this is the shittier side of town” Bill said with a blank expression as he pulled into Goodwill. “We've got to add some things to the bitch box, then take you to say hello to a few of the residents at the motel we stayed at...

At the Goodwill, there were rows and rows of out of date polyester butterfly collars shirts, pantsuits that even grammas would say were out of style. The men showing an interest in clothes shopping for the first time methodically went down each and every row, ignoring any suggestion from the women picking out clothes mostly for them.

There wasn't a lot of people in the store, and even though Chris made a big deal about making sure people over heard him telling his sister and mom he wanted to come watch them change and try on things, no one said a word to them about it.

This really didn't satisfy Chris. He was hoping that someone would get a thrill out of knowing this. He was reminded of an old joke.

A man is stranded on a desert island with Taylor Swift, and after years and years the two grow close and become lovers. On the man's birthday, Taylor offers to do anything he wants as a gift. “Well...could you walk around the island wearing this mustache?” And Taylor agrees, although confused. When she gets all the way around, the man walks up to him “Hey Buddy, did you know I am fucking Taylor Swift?”

So what good is being in charge of no one gets a thrill out of hearing about it? Chris makes a mental note to write a detailed story about how him and his Dad first came to be the women's playthings, and then how they his. “First I'd have to see how it ends” he thinks to himself.

Standing in the women's changing room with his mom and sister, he waited for Wendy to be once again naked, and said “There was a green tube top, out there, go outside and find out, you can ask someone who works here if you want.”

“Yes sir, just let me get dressed” Wendy answered.

“Why would you need to do that, it's not that far...just walk out there, and do it.”

“Chris, no...I can't do that. I won't” Wendy brow beat him “You can punish me, I am not going to get thrown in jail for public exposure. Our skirts may fly up accidentally and that I don't think will matter too much on this side of town, but just walking out there fully naked, no sir.” Chris actually backed down, but he resented having too, silently thinking about ways to compel them to have to do what he wanted.

When they had paid with Mom's credit card for the slut clothes, they did seem to get a slight rise out of the old woman at the cash register, who seemed to regard the mother and daughter as just another pair of whores. The men smirked as they told them “carry the bags, sluts” walking away from the old lady, while the women carried everything.

Next stop was “Wendy's” a fast food place. Wendy herself hated the restaurant that bore her name. None of the fried food was healthy enough for her, at best she'd eat a salad.

“Oh you don't like to eat at Wendy's?” Bill smiled, and the girls being rather hungry said “Oh no, we'd love it, please sir let us eat with you.”

“Bring the cuffs in your mouth” Wendy was about to deny him, when she thought better of it. “Yes Sir”.

Instead of walking into the restaurant, Bill walked behind the back to a brick walled in dumpster. Taking the girls behind it, he slapped the one cuff to each wrist and another cuff around a metal bar securing them to the dumpster.

“Take a whiff mom, it smells like you taking a shit” Chris said. Once again there was stunned silence, until Wendy smiling added “Yes...yes it does” but it was pretty obvious that she was being polite.

Bill and Chris then pulled their miniskirts down around their ankles. “Don't pull them up, and when we come back you can have a hamburger and some fries.”

Chris added “If you've got your thumb in you butt when we return....and I don't mean wait until we return and do it, I mean you've got it worked all the way up there, then there is a frosty in it for both of you..chocolate...”

Wendy was about to ask if they could also have something to drink, but the men walked away.

“Mom, I really don't like this” once they were gone in to enjoy a delicious meal with Wendy's ATM card.

“Ya think?” Wendy said at her daughter stating the obvious. “We both have our skirts around our ankles, no panties...if a wino or homeless guy walks up, we are up shits creek...you could be raped!!”

They heard scratching like someone trying to pull themselves out of the dumpster, both of them shrieked uncontrollably.

It was a raccoon, peaking it's head out, preferring night time to do his snacking, he had obviously been awakened by their activity.

“You think it will bite us?” Jamie asked very nervous.

“Well...” Wendy slightly more amused and relieved “I think we are safe that it won't go for the jugalar, at best you'll have a lot of bites around your ankles...”

“Mom, don't kid around”.

Wendy had spent her summers on a farm in Indiana and had a little more background in the woods. Something she thought may not be a bad idea for a family vacation once all this messy business was over. So she knew the raccoon was more afraid of them, than they were of him. Well, maybe Jamie and him were a the same level.

They watched the raccoon for a little while, until it lost interest and went back into it's dumpster domain.

“Are you going to put your thumb in your butt?” Jamie asked her mom.

“I don't know....Sometimes I wonder about Chris, some of the things he wants are so weird.”

“He is a guy.” Jamie said flippantly.

“Some men are decent, respectable guys with principles and backbone who aren't always swayed at the sight of a pretty skirt.” Her mom corrected.

“Are Dad and Chris, those kind of guys”

“No...” she laughed. “The way I figure it, we've got about 5 minutes at most before we better put our thumbs up our butt if we want the Frosty.”

Jamie made her duck lips again as she considered it “I think I'd rather do without”

“Why? What happened to gung-ho suzie-q over there, who wanted to freak them out by trying to actually encourage them and make them think you were enjoying this?”

Jamie gave a half-smile and a giggle “Frostys are fattening!”

The Family Feud II

Chapter Seven

It was close to 7pm and the sun was about to go down when the Taylor men emerged from “Wendy's” The fast food name sake of the wife and mother they had chained to a dumpster, skirt around her ankles.

They had discovered that the “Children's Toy” handcuffs, relics from a time when parents bought metal toy handcuffs in dollar stores safety mechanism had been disabled. You could ordinarily flip a switch with your free finger and cause the latch to unlock. It seemed Bill had modified the cuffs, so that was no longer an option.

The two Taylor women, Wendy and Jamie had their chance to have a good talk while they awaited the men to finish dinner. They were still deciding how to best approach their new found status in the house. There were a lot of ways they could react to the turnaround.

--They could go at it kicking and screaming, dragging their feet. But then, the Men would soon tire of their many excuses and the rift would still exist in the family. Having already come this far and made this many sacrifices of their pride, this didn't seem like a viable option. Although from time to time, it did cross their mind to call it quits.

--They could pretend to be bubble headed extroverts, who got off on this situation, and actually encouraged the men to be as outrageous as possible. There were a lot of ways that could backfire, the most obvious backfire was encouraging the men to be as outrageous as possible may actually make them do it!! They thought though this strategy could if played right, take some of the fun out of it for them. Kind of like a peeping tom who looks in the window of an extrovert. Cancels out their secret joys of voyeurism if the peeper is aware and doesn't care.

--They could play it like they have been. Trying to keep a stiff upper lip, be positive, face the challenges head on, but also put their foot down about the things they would and wouldn't do it. Get through this, with as much dignity as they can, their job and school life not in shambles, and their friends not thinking the worst of them. This is the happy medium between the other two strategies. They'd have to grin and bear many indignities, and take their medicine like big girls, but they didn't have to like it all.

Ultimately, they decided the third option seemed like the best strategy, at least for now. that is why when the Taylor men came walking up, they had big smiles on their face as they carried a sack of take out. Jamie and Wendy both had their free hand up behind them.

“Thumbs are all the way up your butts?” Bill said, his eyes wide with surprise. “I didn't think you'd do it.....anyone actually come by?”

Wendy joked “Yah, a masked bandit, but he ran away....may we take our thumbs out of our rear ends, Sirs?”

Bill wasn't sure what she meant about the bandit, if it was a joke or not. He had no idea about the raccoon. “Not yet, on the thumbs. We'll check to see if they are all the way in...no fair trying to work them in further now....when you finish eating you can have them.”

“Yah, some chocolate for some chocolate” Chris smiled. He was quickly starting to seem like Beavis, from Beavis and Butthead to Wendy who just smiled knowingly.

They dropped two unwrapped double-stack burgers from the 99 cents menu on the ground, and when the girls followed their descent to the ground, they winced. These were two grease covered hamburgers, covered in trans-fat cheese with the worst of ingredients, as unhealthy as a cross to a vampire to them.

Then Chris and Bill having obviously planned for effect, stomped on the burgers, making a loud noise and causing Wendy and Jamie's eyes to dart around. The men were fine, but the women still had their skirts around their ankles, revealing sun kissed butts and sore pussies.

Each of the men picked up one of the hamburgers, and unwrapped it, hand feeding it to Wendy and Jamie, sometimes switching burgers to the other girls mouth. They seemed to be having fun with it.

A young black Wendy's employee cleared his throat, he was pulling a large industrial sized rubber garbage bag to the dumpster. He wasn't sure what he was looking at.  

“RAPE?” he asked the women, prepared to run for help.

Jamie was the first to break the fours stunned silence “No, it's just my father and brother, playing a game.”

Chris and Bill looked at her with a new found respect, she could have easily made them sound like awful people, even had them arrested. It cemented for Bill at least that Jamie was sincere about wanting to go through with this.

The kid was about to dart anyway, mumbling something about “Crackers be crazy” possibly bring back authorities.

Wendy calm as a cucumber added “Yes Sir, we aren't allowed to eat inside, would you like to stay and help feed us?” assuming rather shrewdly of the two options, him running and calling the law or him staying after he has already seen them shackled to the dumpster, skirts around their ankles, what would it hurt if he continued to see more.

Bill and Chris's turn to be stunned. Since they each held a half-eaten burger, Chris offered some of those new sea-salt fries to the employee. They were long since cold, part of the men's desire for payback. However, there was something beginning to emerge in Chris and Bill that they couldn't quite pin the words down on what it was. Neither of them were willing to say it out loud to each other or anyone either. However, there was now starting to be a begrudging respect for Wendy and Jamie that they were willing to put their fannies in the fryer, and even be such good sports about something like this.

Bill wasn't sure if he would have done the same, had he been cuffed to the dumpster.

The young man approached the ladies, holding out a few fries, like one might hold out a steak to a hungry lioness. Gingerly, almost as if he was afraid of them, approaching cautiously. Jamie and Wendy had stopped chewing their hamburger and were awaiting him to walk up to them and pick one of their mouths to stuff a few of the gross, cold, salty fries into their mouths.

“Why they don't feed themselves”

“Well, as you can see.” Bill explained “One hand had to be cuffed to the dumpster, so they don't get into mischief and run around while we ate inside...and of course the other hand, they've put their thumb up their butt.”

“Why they do that?” the young man whose name tag said “Reggie” on it asked trying to put two french fries into Jamie's mouth. She was desperately trying to pull them from his fingers, almost with comic effect, because he had locked his fingers around them, afraid to make eye contact with the lovely blonde teenager he was feeding.

“Because they want to have a chocolate Frosty” as if it made perfect sense in the world and directing the two girls to show him their thumbs, before dunking their upraised thumb into a Frosty jr. that had been bought for each of them on the off-chance they decided to go through with Chris's request.

Reggie's eyes just got big, big, bigger, expanding so that the whites of his eyes were like big marshmallows on his dark face. Chris then proceeded to pour one frosty in each open mouth to the women who now had their thumbs out and free, before pouring the top half on their heads, running chocolate frozen treat in rivulets down the hair they had only just done an hour ago.

“Oops, it slipped.....”

“Oh you crazy!!...SWAG!!” Reggie ran. It seemed like a good time for them to uncuff the girls and let them pull up their skirts and run too.

Bill chiding Chris “Chris, we were only going to pour the frostys on them if they hadn't put the thumbs up their butts!! They were being really good....they even helped with that guy....” Bill was pissed when he got into the truck.

Unlike Jamie and Wendy who had never lost their cool when they were the boss, preferring to calmly discuss what few disagreements they had privately, Bill and Chris were new at this. Dressing down Chris and revealing their plans, not very wise Wendy thought to herself.

“But...it seemed like it would be funny!!” Chris defended

“Yah, true...but now they are going to get Frosty goo all up in the car...and we were supposed to go to the pet store, and stop by the motel, I want to see if I can get some of my stuff out of hock.”

“Master Bill” Wendy said with the frosty running down her eyes, it was hard to tell if there was a look of bemused merriment like a high school who was running from a prank on her face, with all the cream running down her face. “I thought you said we had to give up some things, stop our old life.”

“Yah, that is you...our butts aren't the ones in trouble, yours are....you'll lick all the frosty out of this truck interior if you spill a drop..” disappointing Wendy who had hoped by now he would have learned from his “Do as I say, not as I do” attitude, and set an example, that he too could give up his past. She didn't expect him to have to be the one with skirt around his ankles like her, but as far as symbolic gestures of contrition to move forward, well...she just hoped he was going to grow some, but some people just don't change. Oh shit, he is talking to me, she thought to herself. She was lost again in her own thoughts.

“WELL?” Bill said

“Sir?” Wendy asked back.

“You two will lick the frosty off each others head, while me and Chris go inside the pet store, Rosco's out of food, and we need some things for you guys....”

“Happy too sir” she wasn't happy too, especially because she knew her hair had a lot of hair spray in it but she wasn't sure what else she could say, its not like had given her much of a choice.

The two of them made a half-assed attempt to get clean by licking each others hair, causing only one guy (that she was aware of) to stop right in front of the truck, look inside the windshield and offer a thumbs up “Oh yeah!” to what he thought must be two lesbians making out.

Prompting Jamie to offer a mock “Thumbs up” back, with that kind of goofy smile, of someone who doesn't really mean it.

After a few minutes Chris and Bill returned with some bags “You should have had to carry the bags!” to which the girls agreed. They started for home, with Bill and Chris not entirely satisfied with the outing.  When they got about a block from their house in the suburbs Bill stopped “Okay, ladies..out, you can walk the rest of the way.”

“But Sir, the frosty is dried in our hair.” Wendy pleaded.

“Yeah, you should have done a better job of licking it out, now you two have to live with your mistakes...sour milk frosty smell. Have fun” shoving them out of the truck, and announcing that if they don't hustle their way home, they will be paddled severely.

“Well mom, we're free...which direction should we run?” Jamie joked as the truck drove towards their house.

“Towards home, of course..” Wendy started to jog followed by her daughter. As they picked up pace, they realized they'd need to carry their high heels. “Are you sure Dad will mind us taking off the heels?”

“How else can we get home quickly?” Wendy said, not winded at all after years of dedicated aerobics and exercise.

They passed someone they knew, one of Wendy's casual friends. Wendy's boobs were jiggling in her tube top, but Jamie had only an a-cup and not enough jiggle yet to really give away the fact she had no bra on. They both had on miniskirts though, and the oddness of their dried dirty hair, obviously caught their friends attention. They heard “Heytherewhatareyoudoing?” the words all strung together rapidly, because they didn't bother to stop to explain.

When they arrived at the house, the men were waiting inside for them sitting on the couch.

“Here...unload the truck, then you can strip.” Bill wasn't surprised both of them had jogged and weren't even out of breath. He knew they were in prime shape.

“Shall we also take out all the piles of garbage sir? It's starting to add up” Wendy reminded him about the piles of garbage from the party last night, and all the stuff they threw away from their rooms.

“No, I was thinking some of your stuff, I may donate to goodwill or something, not sure yet...and I want you to take that other stuff to the curve when its daylight out.”

“Hey before you go” Chris stopped them “Let me smell your thumbs” the girls offered the thumbs with a sort of “What the fuck? expression” and Chris gave them a strong sniff. “These don't smell like buttcheese.”

“Well...I'd hope not” Wendy said a little flabbergasted.

“You know why I wanted you to stick your thumbs up your butts?”

“Because you aren't right?” Wendy smirked, half-joking and half-serious.

“No, because you are pains in my butt.....so I wanted you to see how it feels, symbolic.” he paused for a second “I noticed how when I told you to walk out naked in goodwill you didn't, but you were willing to be naked infront of the man at goodwill AND stick your thumbs up your ass, AND let him know that you did. Why?”

Wendy thought for a second, but Jamie answered “It's probably because even though you are our boss, in one scenario at the Goodwill, you just told us to do something..outrageous, and there was no give or take. At the Dumpster, we wanted to amuse you, but also you offered us a Frosty....and as for the boy Reggie...well, if we didn't play along, he would have ran for help and we'd all have to explain ourselves to cops or news, so it seemed he'd already saw our game, or whatever you'd call it....may as well, help...we our doing our best here to make amends Sir”

“You are a good sister, I love you Jamie” said Chris and he offered an extended hug to Jamie who awkwardly accepted, half expecting a noogie, or him to yank her skirt off given the last day's events.

Wendy stood there waiting for her hug. “Oh you two Mom, I love you...I just have some things to work out I guess...”

“I understand sir, may we go unload the truck?” they were granted permission, but first they were introduced to their “Collars”.

A pink for Jamie and a purple for Wendy “To match your nipples, as best we could..” they were otherwise matching, little fake diamond encrusted collar with a break-away snap in the back, it had a bell on the front hanging down. “Oh thank you for the necklace”

“Don't thank me, That was Chris's idea, I wanted something more like a big dog's collar, spiked and black leather.”

Chris laughed “Heavy metal mama and  Punk Rock Sista!!” he sang his words imitating a rock star delivering a high note in a song. “But these were prettier, plus they ring where you go, so you can't sneak up on me.”

Wendy and Jamie went out there house, but stopped short. It was Wendy's friend, Mrs Waxerman and she was heading for their door. “I saw you two jogging, what on earth happened to your hair!!”

“Oh, some birds flew over head” Jamie lied. The idea that birds could expel that much bird poop at once and hit both of them made Wendy almost crack up, but she kept a straight face and agreed with her daughter about the completely outrageous lie they just inferred.

“Birds? Oh my....I've never....well, I guess I just don't understand why you are dressed like...this provocatively?” Mrs Waxerman, a woman only in her early fifties seemed to be completely shocked.

“Is it not Halloween?” Wendy smiled, carrying the idea of telling a complete fib a bit beyond plausibility. Mrs Waxerman now knew they were both playing with her.

“Did you hold a party with alcohol here last night? Jamie's turn to smile “You know that we did! And me and my mom bartended in our bikinis...it was out of sight”. Jamie used some slang that teenagers hadn't used since Mrs Waxerman was a kid, to drive home the fact that they didn't seem to be worried about her opinion.

“Oh wickedness!!” Mrs Waxerman was shocked “I will pray for you!!”

After she left while they were unloading Wendy pointed out “You know we probably shouldn't have done that.” thinking out loud to Jamie “Mrs Waxerman is on the Homeowners Association Board, and she'll gossip horribly.”

“You are right, I guess I was just feeling silly..” Jamie added making a funny face

“I know, me too..I can't stand all her hypocrisy, could you imagine if she knew we were doing this to let the men get even with us? I bet she wouldn't have the courage”

“No, definitely not...Did you see the look on her face, when I said birds must have pooped in our hair?”

“Oh, I almost lost it, Jamie....but seriously though, we probably need to be on the same page about explanations, if people catch us in compromising situations. We need to give the same basic answers.”

“I thought we did good, you sort of played along, partners in crime”

“Oh yah, and some times we will have too..it's just we probably could have played it straight with Mrs Waxerman and she'd have maybe left us alone.”

“What fun would that be?”  Jamie smiled. Wendy started to wonder if Chris wasn't the only one
right in the head”.

Maybe, just maybe it's all four of us...imperfect as we are, none of us are right in the head. She smiled thinking to herself as they carried in their bags and fed Rosco in the backyard.

The Family Feud II

Chapter Eight

It had been a long day, and the girls had taken another shower, with supervision this time from Bill. He had made sure to make them hold each others ass cheeks apart for probably a little longer than necessary under the cold water. Both Jamie and Wendy new why. It was no secret, that Bill was having fun with his power trip, and they felt they had little else choice but to oblige.

In the living room, after another spanking over the knee, for what Bill thought was just a general attitude check.

“Wendy, where do you want to sleep tonight?”

“With you Sir, of course”

“If you sleep with me tonight, I am going to fuck the shit out of you. Are you sure you don't want to hear your other choices?” Bill added

“No sir, with you..in our bed, to perform like a good wife”

“Like a good slut?”

“Yes Sir, like a good slut.”

Bill smiled at his wife, a genuine smile of deep delight and total lust, taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs like it was their first time ever, he yelled back “Alright Chris, Jamie is all yours...don't do anything I wouldn't do” Chris giggled and his Dad stopped for just a second to punctuate. “No REALLY....don't do anything I wouldn't do....got it?”

Jamie swallowed hard, as she was sitting on the carpet. The men had made clear no sitting on furniture or else the girls may leave “Snail trails” little wet pussies on wooden chairs, or tiny brown spots. Jamie's first time really being alone with Chris suddenly put fear into her. With her mom, it was much easier to do this.

“Dad and Mom, are upstairs fucking their brains out” Chris smiled, obviously picturing it in his mind.

“Master Chris sir, please I won't do that” she put a slight emphasis on won't, stubbornly putting her foot down.

“Won't because I am a nerd and a loser?”

“Won't because I am a virgin and you are my BROTHER!” she said correcting him and adding “Sir” at the end to save herself.

“Why so uptight, you are my little bitch, you played with my dick earlier today.” Chris reminded her.

“Yes Sir, and that is because my mom did too...I don't know where the line is, I know its not fucking my brother, though....please don't ask me to do that”

“It doesn't make sense..if you are willing to do one thing, but not the other, whats the difference?” Chris said, obviously confused.

His sister kneeling in front of him didn't have all the answers, but she was gifted with a lot more common sense. “I am willing to grin and bear my predicament, but its like maybe like a dial on a radio, I'll listen to any volume up to a certain point, once you crank it up to an eight or higher, it hurts my ears...”

“I still don't get it” Chris said, clearly confused.

Jamie sighed and said “Okay...take off your pants, please Sir?” and Chris was shocked, unsure why she'd be giving him orders. “I am not telling, just asking, and I will explain....”

Chris did as he was asked, and she said “Okay, on the radio, that is a one....” he was still confused, so she asked him “Okay, come here please...” Jamie took his dick in his hand and played around with it..”Okay, that is a two...”

Chris still unsure what she was saying, stood there almost like a dumb baby.

“Slap my boob, Sir” and he gave it a hard smack “That is a two also, if you hit it harder directly on the nipple, I'd say a three”

She got on all fours for her brother, spread herself and pushed her thumb slowly up her own butt after she wet it with her own spit. “That is a four..... its harder for me, its grosser..some of the things you ask, they are a nine...”

Chris smiled “So what you are saying is...if I hit you on top of the head with pecker, that would be a four?” he slapped her head with his dick, letting it rest on her head.

“No, I guess that would be more like a two...its not THAT bad.” she said playfully sliding her hand back out of her butt and taking his cock in her hand and say “Playing with it, that is probably a three....” Chris smiled, he liked it, it was almost like his sister was seducing him by way of explanation.

It was at that point the two of them noticed their mom standing at the top of the stairs. “Excuse me Sir, I didn't mean to interrupt” Wendy thought better of getting involved “I um....was told by your father to bring back some Crisco shortening as lube....” Wendy bit her tongue, why did she feel compelled to tell them that detail.

“Well crawl down here and get it” Chris said kind of amused at what just happened, leaving Jamie unsure whether to take her hand off her brother's cock or not. Obviously, Mom wasn't saying anything.

“May I walk through the living room, Sir? If I crawl I won't be able to carry the Crisco.”

“No...crawl like a puppy, wiggle your ass, but hurry, let's not keep dad waiting...Your daughter will apply the Crisco to you...that is what, a three?” Chris asked with a sinister tone, casting aside his earlier goofy “I don't understand” persona.

“Applying Crisco to my mom? That I guess is a two or a three?” Jamie said wincing, with an apologetic look to Wendy as she waddled through the living room like a puppy dog.

Jamie taking a good handful of Crisco as they followed her in, and asking “Where do you want it?”

Chris laughingly added “Your a virgin, but surely you know holes lube goes on?”

“Um...both the butthole and the pussy?” Jamie was not sure.

“Mom, what do you think, is he gonna fuck your poop chute tonight?” Chris was in good spirits now.

“Um...probably yes, sir..”

“Probably what? What is he going to do, to you slut?” Chris asked

“Fuck me in the ass and pussy, yes sir....best to lube both holes” swallowing.

Jamie slathered both her mom's pussy and then ass, making sure to work it all around.

“Sir, may I um....if I cannot take the jar with...may I um....” Wendy was trying to think of a way to say what she needed without asking her daughter to do it.

“What?” Chris asked her to clarify

“May I work the rest of the Crisco inside, its mostly on the outside, and I don't mind if you watch, I just need to be a little lose back there.”

“Show Jamie what to do...what number would you call this Jamie?”

“A five!” She said as her mom helped her move two fingers into and out of her butt

“You should both know that anal sex can tear you, if you don't prepare” Wendy made a last ditch attempt to justify what she was doing just now as instructional.

“Well, for one you'll call it ass sex, or booty sex, not anal sex....here is a gift for dad” Chris said sternly, as he bent down to his mom who was on all fours holding her now well lubed ass cheeks apart waiting for permission to go back up stairs and planted a white candle from the dining room table that he had greased up on the pucker-part of his mom's asshole ring.”

“You can either help me put it in, or I'll jam it in” he said when it didn't give, as he nudged against the other part. Wendy relaxed her ass cheeks a little and he slid it in about three to four inches and taking a kitchen match lit it.

“In the years you and dad have had these candles on the table, we've never had a ceremony or occasion to light them...you need a little romance in your life...crawl upstairs and show him my gift, he'll decide when it comes out.”

Wendy said nothing. Her eyes wide, her asshole gripping a candle, moving slowly, shuffling, rug burn from the carpet to her knees and palms, she sauntered up to the top of the stair well, candle still lit and disappeared into her bedroom. The door didn't close, and Bill was heard to say “HOT DAMN, that is MY SON!!!” very loudly.

Little is known about how hard and strong Wendy got fucked that night, but its safe to say that it was the best sex to death that the Taylors had ever had. Bill so frustrated from years of being a nobody, with a wife too hot for him. His wife who'd learned to be more open and giving about her own sexuality, to stop trying to control and better him, but to accept and love him.

A day of dares, bondage and humiliation, and this time he wasn't the recipient, Bill was a truly happy man, as happy as any man could be with a Wife who was at least for now, willing to live out his fantasy with him.

We could probably bring our little tale to a close right here. You as the reader have just had your modern day version of the cowboy rides off in the sunset with the girl. You've seen things come full circle as Bill and Chris get knocked down, dragged out, and run through the mill in Family Feud I only to be vindicated and get their payback in Family Feud II.

Surely, you as a sadistic reader of porn and stroke stories have read all you need to read to be satisfied by the modern day version of a public flogging for Wendy and Jamie, the way they might hogtie a wife in Old Salem for gossiping and witchery and let people throw tomatoes at them.  Whats that you say? No you've not nearly seen and heard enough?

Only been one day for the Taylor women, and already eight chapters in, you've got to know do they stick with their deal? Does Jamie ever go to a “Six” on her radio dial? Okay, I agree. You want to know more. It is after all only around 9pm, and our horny older brother has just been left alone with his helpless and beautiful sister.

“We've both got blonde hair, and blue eyes....but how come I didn't get your good looks?” Chris said to break the silence.

Jamie was still down on the kitchen floor, Crisco on her hand, disbelieving the surreal moment that just happened, like it was a dream.

“What?” she said, obviously wondering about something “Oh...well, you got the brains, Sir” she smiled, and when she did, she also breathed in and out, causing her tits to rise and fall just so.

“No, you are an adorable angel, with straight A's, everyone loves you at school. I am at best a D student...I didn't get born with a pretty face, and everything you have”

“You got born with every chance I've had Chris, we were trying to teach you that last week. We wanted you to slim down, I remember before middle school, you weren't so heavy.. and you are smart, you've got like a 87th level beastman in World of Warlocks...it takes brains to figure out all that stuff”

Chris smiled “Well...it's Master Chris, and it's World of Warcraft. I think you are more like me than you realize, Sis?”

“How is that Sir?”

“You pretend to be dumb sometimes, because people expect that of you...except in your case, you know full well it's World of Warcraft, you just think people expect a cheerleader not to know that.”

“Guilty as charged, Sir” she smiled at him genuinely and he beemed back.

“You know you are making it hard for me to do what I have to do next?”

“Oh what is that Sir?” Jamie asked.

“Tie you up in my bedroom, I am going to suspend you by your arms, and tits, so your tippy toes barely touch the ground, and then tie a little cord between your legs, so that if you start to sag and fall asleep it will ride into your crotch.” He said, almost consoling her.

Well you don't HAVE to do that Sir” Jamie added spryly.

“I've been thinking about it all day, so unless you want to make out in my bed and fuck me, I think that is the only option.”

Smiling “I'll get the rope, shall I crawl on all fours?” Jamie grinned with a giggle.

The Family Feud II

Chapter Nine

Waking up in her brother's room, tied by her hands over night, so that a cord bit into her twat, had almost made Jamie want to throw up. The pain of the knots biting into her wrists and the bound cord around her small boobs and through her legs had made it impossible to fall asleep. Her brother had made her jerk him off, and had gagged her with the panties she used to wipe him off with. They were still in her mouth, a small clear string of dribble hanging from her chin, wiggling precariously but never quite falling off.

It was Sunday Morning, and she could see the sun was coming out through her Brother's window on the top floor of the house. She was at least happy that positioned as she was, no one could see her from street level. Strangely, she had grown somewhat used to the pain at one point last night, to the point it hadn't been comfortable, but bearable enough she could fall asleep. Had she only needed two or three hours sleep? She was wide awake and raring to go as if she had an energy boost. “Adrenalin” she thought to herself, from the pain. Hopefully later, she wouldn't feel the need to crash.

She was tempted to try to wake Chris, but decided to let the snoozer hibernate, while she contemplated Saturday. “Had it only been one day?” she thought to herself.

Wendy was finally sent to their room, coming in on all fours, and seeing her daughter slumped over in bondage hanging from her rists, shocked her. However, Jamie turned to look at her with a bright smile on her face, big full blue eyes, a pair of panties in her mouth.

“Oh my!! That doesn't hurt?” Wendy said looking over her sons knot works and pulling out the panties while standing up to stretch her own legs.

“Hurts like the dickens! But I think the adrenalin has kicked in, and I am just kind of insulated”

“Thank God for small miracles then....” Wendy commented “I am not sure how to wake up your Brother, Bill is ready to go over the rules after we eat and your brother supervises our....morning uh...rituals”

“Oh mom, jeez...rituals? You may as well say it.”

“Yes, but when its just and me, why bother?”

“Good point.....well we could yell hey fatty, and dump a bucket of ice on him, like we did on Friday.” going back to the task at hand with waking up Chris.

“No, I don't think that is going to happen” Wendy smiling at the joke. “Do I need to ask you about what you two were doing last night when I was at the stairs?”

“Not unless you want to tell me what dad did with the candle?”

“No, I think some things are best left unsaid then” Wendy smiled “I trust you, just if you know...it gets weird, let me know.”

“I think we are past weird, mom. I am hanging by my tits and hands, in Chris's room, like a Pinyata”

Chris sprung out of bed “Pinyata, great fucking idea.....” had he been listening the whole time? The girls wouldn't know, but Chris the so called “Heavy sleeper” had just astonished them both by getting up from a stone cold sleep.

“Goodness, you scared me Sir” Wendy added “Will you please untie your Sister, and supervise our shower, and allow us to piss and shit before breakfast, your Father wants to unveil his rules to us.”

“Since you asked so nicely, we bought a litter box, did dad tell you?” Chris asked as he nonchalantly cut his sister out of her bondage from the night before, and she rubbed her sore wrists, feeling the blood rush back into places it had been out of.

They nodded that they hadn't “Yeah, he wants the pussies to pee like pussies....poop in it too...”

“Isn't that going to stink?” Jamie made a face

“Yeah, I'd imagine that is why you'll be taking it out every night...it was that or use the yard like Rosco, so you should be happy”

“Let me guess, it was your idea we pee in the yard, sir?” Wendy said with a bemused expression.

“No, actually that one was Dads, I was just thinking about rain....toilet paper is a thing of a past though, 4-ply goodness is just too good for your hard-asses”

Jamie did her duck lips face while asking “So we are to air dry?”

“It looks like you just ate a lemon when you do that....”Chris observed as Jamie dropped the look from her face “You'll use a toothbrush...and rely on showers, sorry guys, toilet priveledges have come to an end....it could be a lot worse though, like I say.”

The girls nodded and came with him to the bathroom where Wendy was the first to try to squat over the cat box. She tried several positions, all fours, raised up with a foot planted on either side of the try, squatting with her ass hanging over it. She managed to accidentally piss down her stomach by misjudging how gravity was going to handle her doo-doo hitting the cat box sand.

This all amused the hell out of Chris, but Jamie was stone cold silent, trying to figure out if she was going to do this. Yesterday, it had been sit on the same toilet with her mom, but no one was watching them directly actually push out their fudge and lemonade. Now, today they were escalating it to the point that she'd have to shit like an animal.

“Whats a matter, Jamie...not so funny, now that you have to be humiliated?”

“Why can't it be like it was yesterday, where we sit together on the toilet?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. It didn't change the fact she was naked in front of her brother, who was himself dressed in Yesterdays underwear. However, it did give off the body language of confrontation.

“Look, if Wendy can squeeze cheese in front of me, you can too...Monkey See, Monkey Doo-Doo..got it?” Chris was notorious for bad puns.

“I'd rather do it in the yard than in here, It smells, and I can hear it crinkling, crackling as it comes out...it looks like chocolate taffy being pumped out...”

Her mother even laughed at how utterly surreal and ridiculous Jamie's description sounds...she had to let herself laugh for a minute while holding herself over the litter box before she could continue. She let out one more stream of piss, before standing up.

“Done sir....” Jamie sprung up to her feet, her pert tits bouncing in place, with her chipper response.

“Not quite....go ahead Jamie, if you want to tell Dad you refused, he can give you an enema or something....I'll check Mom while you go”

Jamie wasn't sure if she was going to do it or not, and while she fidgeted around the freshly used steaming litter box, to find herself a spot to go she saw Chris bend Mom at the waist.

She held her cheeks apart as ordered and Chris plunged his pointer finger up her ass, to the third knuckle “CHRIS!!” Wendy said in shock, her hands leaving her cheeks and clutching his wrist as if to pull him back out of her by the arm.

“Its a new rule” he said wiggling it around “Dad said if there was even a tiny nugget of a turd in here, being held back, that you'd get an enema. If you don't use this opportunity get it all out...” he was concentrating on wiggling it around. Wendy's hands were still around his wrist to guide him back out.

“Don't hold my hand, mom....” She pulled away letting him be “Good news!” he paused “You aren't full of shit!”

Chris went back to coaching Jamie who had managed to let out a little jet of piss on to the kitty littler “Go, Go, Go”  he was chanting “I am your cheerleader...poop big for Master Chris”

She wanted to roll her eyes, so help me, she thought why won't he look away just once so she can give him a look “Chris, I don't poop everyday”

Chris was having his mom use her toothbrush on her ass, standing up looking at her naked self in the mirror, while he was bent down face to face with his sister watching her squat. He got close to her, just above her head, and let out a a gob of spit directly on top of her head. “Its for your own good, dumbass...we're teaching you a lesson!”

“What lesson, Master Chris?” she was starting to get defensive, starting to get angry.

“That you gave up the privilege to use the bathroom like good girls, you piss and shit now for the amusement of your betters, which happen to be the men of the house.”

“Well look, don't use the same finger you used on Mom, but go ahead and check me...I am clean.”

While she talked, he stuck his pointer finger in Jamie's mouth, making her raise his eyebrow. “Get my finger all clean did you?”

“Yes Sir” there was a more demure attitude in Jamie after that, as she stood up, bent at the waist and spread her ass cheeks.

Jamie could barely fit his hammy finger into his sisters asshole “Wow, you could eat coal, and shit diamonds, sis...”

After fishing around inside his sisters butthole and not touching a goopy little turd,  he looked at his finger, saw no brown, sniffed and said “Wow, doesn't smell like Parmesan cheese.. I wonder why mine does, lol” Wendy was about to say to herself “That kid aint right” but was interrupted by his finger. “She cleaned your doo off, its only fair you clean hers”

In short order, the girls were showered, had their hair straightened, applied light make up for a day of strenuous payback, teeth brushed, antiperspirant applied, with a goofy “Secret, strong enough for a man, but made for sluts” joke.

“Time for your leashes and then Dad should be ready for us” Chris said. The girls assumed it would be something attached to their cat collars, which they both still wore from the day before, bell and all jingle jangle.

Chris held up some string, “Who wants it first?”

“That doesn't look very strong, Sir?” Wendy said of the leash skeptically

“Well, we are going to try different things....do you want to puff up your hood for me, or do you mind if I do?”

“ I beg your pardon, sir?”

“Here I'll do it” He bent at the waist, taking his finger and forethumb and pinching his mom's clit until her clit hood protruded enough he could flick it. “Chris! CHRIS, CHRIS!!” Wendy was dancing around in more panic than pain. Once he had got her clit hood engorged enough by flicking it, he wrapped the string around it, leaving enough play for the blood to flow, but not enough that it should slip off.

“You tied leashes to our balls and the base of our cocks”

“Oh...Oh...OWW!!” Wendy was covering her very sore puss “Yes...but Chris men are led by their dicks, they think with them, we dont' think with these...”

“Sure you do, you lead men around with your cunts, the promise of them...the surprise inside, the mystery, the jack in the box, and now you'll be led around by your cunts....Jamie you can either flick your own to full size, or you can let me.”

Jamie looking at the string now dangling two feet down from her mothers pussy, smiled and said “I don't suppose you'd tie a string to my boobies?”

“We thought about that, and some days we may, but for payback, we need to get you, where you got us...now start flicking....”

Jamie started to flick her own clit hood like she saw her brother just do. She had to cock her middle finger back in between her thumb and pointer finger, and then use the middle finger to deliver a sharp little strike to the hood. “Mines not like hers” she announced after several tries “It's not coming out...I guess its shy?” she said with a funny face.

“oh...let me try then” Chris grabbed his sister by the waist, then settling by her pussy while she stood he began to pull and tug, and pinch until enough of his sisters pussy meat was pulled out that he could lasso it with a string and tie it taught.

“ouchie, outchie, ouchie...me no likey!! me no likey!!” Jamie was saying, hamming it up, but at the same time masking that this really did hurt. It also stimulated their pussies. When Chris tried to lead them somewhere it worked fine at first. He walked infront of them facing backwards. He also tried running the string behind under their legs and standing behind them, but it got a little juicy and slid off.

Taking a clothes pin after the third time getting the girls tied by their little tethers again, and using that to pinch down the string it gave him just enough play, and his mother a kiniption. “oooooh, that hurts!! It feels like a red ant...oh, oh!!”

Jamie asked “How do we even have clothes pins? We own a laundry machine and dryer” before hers was slipped into place, causing her to dance around in pain, hopping on one foot to the next.

“These are from the photoshoots dad, Did..I am sure these were on one of your friends from school, haven't felt the need to look at those pictures since we started this,thanks for curing my porn addiction, Sis”

Giving a solid pull on his sister and mom's clit tether, and seeing them spasm a little, he led them down stairs walking in front of them, with them side by side down the stairs.

Bill was in the living room, his notebook out, pen in hand, dutifully writing and writing. “Okay...finally, I heard you guys up there, you'd think a little pussy pain would kill you...jeez...its gonna be a long day, if you premadonna's don't cooperate.”

Sitting the womenfolk of the house on the floor in the living room, kneeling, hands at their side, but legs parted slightly so he could grab their strings if necessary. He gave it a little pull to watch their facial reactions and gauge how much was an act and how much really hurt them. “It's like an extra long tampon string....” he laughed to break the ice, but the girls were now very serious and quiet.

“I would have come up for your potty training, but I was working here on the rules, for our family meeting...now I am going to say my part, Chris will talk, then you two can read the rules, and you can talk....if you agree to these rules, you are going to not only sign them, but you are going to give us some assurances you keep your word, Got it? Good.”

Bill stood up and began to pace his floor, like an executive giving a big speech.

“You've come to me, to ask if you could make amends, for what you put Chris and I through, that is admirable. Yesterday, you proved to me, that your heart is in the right place. That you are going to be good sports about the payback you so richly deserve. I have to admit. It was fun yesterday, more fun than any day I can every remember in my entire life.” Bill paused regaining his composure, so that he didn't beam too much over enthusiasm. He still wanted to play it cool.

“I've had misgivings from the start, for instance, am I sick to slap my daughter's titties?” and while walking beside her, he pulled her nipples, then brought down his hands sharply and gave it a smack.

“Well, probably if you look at it for just what it is, a smack on a young girls tits....but you, being almost an adult ASKED me to treat you this way, because YOU wronged me, and not just in a “Oh dad, I wrecked the car way” which you did do also. I mean you kept me and your brother as your little helpless slaves for two entire weeks....So there are circumstances here, that I believe in my best judgment, means that we should proceed.” pausing again before continuing.

“I had to wrestle with this decision all night, and wrestle with my slut of a wife, too” Bill said stroking his own ego “If something feels as good as what we are doing, I have to ask myself, then like so many other things that feel THAT good, it has to be wrong, right? When the first person discovered how heroin made people feel, he was quick to outlaw it, because he was like “Oh shit, this is just way better than everything else, if we don't outlaw it, everyone will do it”

Bill was off on a tangent, but after another five minutes of examples and non sequiturs that led to the same conclusion, he said “And that's why I want to keep you two as my little bitches, and present these Rules...now before I do, I want your undivided attention to Master Chris” and giving their strings a tug, to make Wendy and Jamie bounce, he turned over the floor to his Son.

“I am a simple guy, I've been made fun of, laughed at, not just by my classmates and people who should be my friends, but my family. Even Dad has not always been on my side in everything. But you both, well you …...I want to thank you for what you did for those two weeks. You gave me attention, you gave me tough love. You worked on my shortcomings and you were not afraid to give me a rude awakening and make me take a good long look at myself!” he said with joy on his face.

This was unexpected.

Which is why it came as another shock that Chris then changed his tone and added “So, I want to repay the favor, and I am sure you won't mind, if I give you my attention.” he jerked their string and gave them a sharp pain “and my tough love” another jerk “and we address the shortcomings of anal retentive mom and little miss perfect over there” giving them both a jerk in time with who he was addressing on their string “and in the end, it is my hope, that you'll THANK me and Dad, for giving you a rude awakening, and making you take a good long look in the mirror for what you are, and for letting you get things back to even between us all.”

Harsh but true, Wendy couldn't deny it. Jamie couldn't either. They sat stunned, as Bill, Husband and father handed his wife and daughter, a sheet of notebook paper that outlined the terms and conditions of their voluntary servitude as his “little bitches”

Bill explained that unlike the “Taylor Women's Bill of Rights” that “Bill's Bill” didn't contain any of that lawyering, but it “Got the job done” of explaining “What was what”. Wendy was a bit skeptical when she handed it to him, and thought had this been a real business contract, she could shred it and find all the loopholes. However, she had to ask herself if that was really what Bill wanted her to do? Most likely not, he wanted her to read and understand it, so she would try her best.

“Bill's Bill”

Was illustrated, in the margins, penis's shooting off dashed lines into stars, and boobs with big round nipples, words like “ASS” underlined. There was an almost artistic modern calligraphy to the margin art. Cornucopia with fruit, and dildos, it was kind of garish, but it really was creative.

READERS NOTE: The organization of Bill's Bill is all over the place and a bit of a mess. Hand written notes with scratch out marks. What follows is a taste of some of Bill's Bill in the patch-work style he wrote it in but summarized for your benefit. This is in direct contrast to Wendy's “Bill of Taylor Women's Rights” from the first Family Feud story which was organized and followed a more analytical line of thinking.

The outline/highlights were as follows:

This will be written in plain legible lettering by the women, and placed on the doors.

“We are a often times nude household that also involves BDSM (Bondage Discipline, Sadism and Masochism) relationship, where the women living here are submissive to others within the house. The women of the house MUST be respectful and subservient at all all times. This is a consensual relationship and NOT required of any non consenting females.”

It also outlined that the old Taylor women's bill of rights will be torn in half, by each of the Taylor women, who will then wipe it thoroughly with their own asses, and pussies and they will then both be required to eat the paper. They will then admit it was a bad idea to EVER try to be above a man, because in the Taylor Household, Men rule and girls drool! This will be filmed on webcam.

The Taylor women will also each pose with a copy of bill's bill and a sign saying “I agree” for 5 pictures that will be stored digitally. These poses will be naturally humiliating so that the viewer can easily tell that the women willingly put themselves into this predicament in order to confirm their willingness to carry out the terms. If they should fail to meet their end of the terms of the agreement, then the pictures of both of them may be released to friends, and family members through the internet. This includes Wendy's mother and father who live in Indiana.

If the women complete the terms of the agreement, they will be granted the only copies of these pictures and any other confirmation evidence held by the men.

The Men were defined as Bill and Chris Taylor, AKA “Masters”, “Sirs” and “Owners”.

The Women were defined as Wendy and Jamie Taylor AKA “Sluts”, “Skanks” and “Whores”.

Family Motto: “Boys Rule, girls drool.”

It then went on to define

Speech protocol:
-That there would be verbal as well as physical humiliation, in the form of rude awakening affirmations in both public and private.

-Rules about honesty, and lies and how the women were natural schemers and manipulators and had to be kept under tight scrutiny to avoid it.

-Rules and examples, about having to say what you mean, and mean what you say. A good example, was having to ask to shit or piss, because the vulgarity amused the owners. It also talked about just keeping your word and finishing what you started.

Punishments:
-The most detail was reserved for this section of the document. There were three tiers or levels of punishment.

1. Infractions

2. Corrections

3. Judgments

There were ten kinds of basic day to day punishments.  Called “Infractions”. These were simple tools they could use to help motivate and control the women, affirm their position, and as long as there was no over use at home the men were free to use any combination of the following:
1-Time Out/Restricted movement

2-Shock- things that go buzz

3-Elements - Freezing bra/thong, ice cubes held in mouth, ice, heat, water, air, various low level versions of using the world itself and mother nature to teach us a lesson.

4-Beating- Blunt pain/whips/floggers

5- Food  -diet control, eating something nasty

6- Bathroom -bathroom control

7- Sexuality. - using tits/ass to punish sluts, holding self open obscenely/wiggling

8 Endurance -jumping jacks, high stepping

9 furniture - Be furniture

10 Dance - Dance in place for a period of time

Bill hadn't explained the detail around these in the document, assuming that the bullet points stood for themselves He did however explain verbally that his use of the bathroom, was to deny them a privilege of privacy, that women enjoy. Citing that men piss in urinal troughs, or on tire trucks, they enjoy farting in elevators with their buddies and then jumping out right at their floor, leaving them stuck with the smell.

He said women generally like things tranquil and peaceful, and can enjoy a satisfying time alone. So just like denying a man sex, he felt denying them a satisfying shit alone on the toilet, or something delicious to eat, was as close as he could come.

The sexuality he said, that even though his daughter was “theoretically” a virgin, she obviously knew how to tease and taunt boys, to get what she wants, just like her mom, and so the power and control of being attractive wouldn't be denied her, as much as it would be turned back against her, so she could see the opposite point of view.

Men view sluts with a certain disdain not reserved for angelic pretty young things, so it suited him just fine his daughter would have herself taken down a peg or two, or three and be seen as a slut. This would make her powerless, unable to summon the white knights who so often come out to stand up for a girl whose done nothing but manipulate with her beauty. “Helen of Troy” he said without explaining why.

Bill explained two other tiers of punishment, and that infractions could under certain circumstances be applied in public places. He gave examples of how that would have to be done in a way that suited the crime at hand, feeling that addressing a discipline issue when it happens was much better.

The other two tiers of punishment were a little fuzzier. They had created “Corrections” on index cars. Some of them were actually going to be treats, but most Bill explained, were going to be much harsher forms of infractions. These were for much more harsher situations, when the girls tried to defy them, or had a severe discipline problem. They would have to apologize for what they did and then ask to draw from the correction bowl (Which had at one time been Chris's goldfish bowl, but he had long since stopped feeding that fish).

The third tier of punishment, was called Judgments and only Bill could hand them out. They were for the most severe issues, extreme defiance or neglect. Bill could terminate the service of either girl, and elect to send out all their dirty photos and videos that had been taken as confirmation they were willing to do this, if the girl did not agree to the punishment that Bill felt suited the situation. This was a type of check and balance.

Bill having actually listened to his wife a time or two, knew that she would like a couple “Safety valves” in the contract. This was one of them, so that should his solution punishment not suit the girls, they had the option of basically ending things as long as they were willing to endure the photos out in the internet.

Bill also defined a “Naughty Book” that would be used to record wrong doings the girls did. It was really a sheet of paper to be placed on magnets on the fridge. However, each man was also going to be able to carry a sheet of paper in his back pocket to write down things, he may not have time to address or been able to address. These will be gone over at family meetings and sentences carried out accordingly.

Apologies:

Bill outlined a three step apology process where the woman would first admit her mistake and apologize for it. Then she would beg forgiveness, and then be punished.

Dating and Fidelity:

Any and all marriage vows of monogamy will be completely overlooked during the education period. The women are to think of themselves as sluts, but sluts in the service of their owners, and will always first have to gain permission when anything kinky happens.

There were some scratches around the word “Dating?” and “$$$”, with a lot more drawings and doodles in this section making Wendy think Bill sort of skimped on this section.


Red Flag:

As the Taylor women are by their very nature skeptical and not trusting of their betters, the women would be likely to question and potentially hesitate in carrying out their orders.

There were some lines scratched through explaining examples from the previous day where the girls seemed in doubt about going through with this entirely.

This section outlined an opportunity for males or females to call “Red Flag” for rare conditions, when they feel things have gone too far. Things will be backed down, people will cool off and within 72 hours a family meeting will be had to address it. If the females are doing this to get out of something that has already been resolved, then shall receive at the very least a correction, and more likely a judgment against them. Nothing was specified if the men needed to call a red flag and it turned out to be unnecessary.

Limits:

Bill didn't put a lot of explanation here, at least not enough for Wendy's liking. They had incorporated the analogy of the “radio dial” from the night before, except the drawing of the dial looked suspiciously like a big fat nipple.

In his example, he made several lists and numbered them 1-10, each number on the list grouping like behaviors together.

-Humiliation

  At level one, it was flashing a nipple to a stranger, at level two a pussy, and so on up to level ten where several implausible scenarios outlined being naked at a circus, beach, “and so on”, making Wendy wonder what and so on was.

-Bondage/Pain

At level one this was simple hand cuffs, or a whip to the boob or butt, by level three it was it was being in a cage, or having a gag in, and it went up to ten with more over the top scenarios such as being hung upside down on a cross while a motorcycle gang beats you. There were dozens of examples at every level on the radio dial all increasingly harsher.

-Sexuality

At level one it was sort of first base, kissing and hugging, and the next level second base with being felt up, and groped, and on it went, up to and including sex with dogs, gangbangs and the like at level ten. Wendy wondered if Bill just felt the need to be complete, or did he have any intention of doing these things?

Bill didn't actually define where the line was drawn, as much as he simply seemed to be defining his terms here. So he could refer to “Bondage at about a level four”

He seemed to be indicating there would be a balanced three-pronged focus to address shortcomings using tools of scorn and ridicule for humility, pain both physical and mental and that the sexuality seemed to address the shrew-fulness of the women, their frigidity.

This seemed kind of odd to two girls who had strings tied around their clit hoods, naked on the carpet, that THEY would be considered shrewful, but Bill explained before they could ask that it was all BEFORE their education would begin he was referring too.

Hygiene and the importance of women being women:

Here Bill outlined his belief in a 1950s style household, which he described a bit like walking with books on your head to gain perfect posture, to become a June Clever/Tv Land style/Norman Rockwell's version of a stepford wife.

This seemed to be a philosophy in direct contrast with the harsh and often brutal trainings on the radio dial above.

This part of the document then went into exact specifications about everything from make up, to brushing teeth, to bathing, and menstrual cycles. He underlined “Why are they always in Synch??!?”

Reading this caused Jamie and her mom to giggle a little.

There was a little more on the panty rags used to gag them, and the bitch box, and some other rules and regulations about street legal clothing and appropriateness. Although it seemed to suggest it was appropriate for sluts to be dressed like sluts.

Work/School:

This explained that the women would continue to go to work and school as normal.

It explained that there would be dietary/dress restrictions and certain motivating forces at school but failed to go into a lot of detail.

Jamie got the impression that she was going to have to report to Chris throughout the day, and he would be checking up on her.

Wendy wasn't sure how she would manage her job as an executive project manager, and still play Bill's games. This was an area that put a lot of butterflies in her stomach and questions in her head.

Virtues of the Good Slut:

This was interesting, to Wendy. it was surprising it was so far down in Bill's list, but as he had hand wrote it, it probably was stream of consciousness as he wrote his sections.

Humility

Obedience

Patience

Endurance

He went on to outline them, pointing out the acronym “HOPE”

Humility: Humility means the absence of Pride. A slut with Pride is a slut who holds herself above others, who feels slut is ‘too good’ to grin and bear the daily grind. To this end, a slut must be willing to be subjected to Humiliations and embarrassments designed to remove her of this vanity called Pride.

Obedience: Obedience means that the slut is not only required to do what slut ‘likes’ to do, but that slut must submit to truly obey even when the tasks contains some element of hard work, disgusting or even silly. To obey is the purpose of the slut, and slut must exhibit the traits not only to her Owner but to those around her who are themselves not sluts. slut must be willing to undergo the trials and tribulations and present herself for this work despite her hardships and suffering for her Owner will offer her no sympathy.

Patience: Fast Paced short attention spans are the way of the world in our vanilla societies, but a slut must exhibit the patience to wait, and listen. slut must be prepared to invest the time to do a job correctly, but by the same token slut may not ‘drag ass’ and should not purposely move too slowly in her duties.

Endurance: Endurance is not unlike Obedience, with the exception that the slut realizes slut must endure much suffering and hardships to serve in this life. The slut will have to endure serving others with her body and time.

Then he went on to outline the shortcomings of HIS slut.

Anal-Retentive
Perfectionism

Too Critical
Selfish and Self-absorbed

Manipulative
Can't be wrong
Stingy with time, affection and attention.
Favoritism (Both sluts stick together).

It was obvious that Bill had spent a lot of time on this part of the contract. He had crossed out and written man adjectives that essentially meant the same thing. He had tried to make some sort of acronym out of them, to spell out BITCH or CUNT, but he found he simply wasn't clever enough to repeat what he'd done with HOPE.

He explained that part of the training would address each shortcoming. An education of sorts, an eye opening, a tough love, a desire, that they learn to be better people through this unorthodox process. He seemed to hint that they could go back to being wife and daughter at the end, and would no longer be sluts, but he also put several “?!?!?” inside the margins around that part.

Bill stated that he'd have to assess at the end how he did, and that he knew just letting things go back to “normal” would result in the girls falling back on their crutches and behaviors, so unless they gave him this power, he really couldn't see it changing for them anytime soon. “You guys are kind of intimidating, and you work together, like a clique...unless we disarm you, break you down, you know as well as I, you'll be back in charge”

All of this was true to Wendy, who had been flipping through it, and said “Okay...is this it?”

“What else did you need?” Said bill, unhappy that she seemed to be finding fault with his hard work.

“Well...you said two weeks, where is the timeline?”

“Oh shit!! Yeah!!” Bill smiled. Wendy thought he was stalling for time, and was going to say something like he spilled coffee on it so he could write it up, but he pulled out another stack of papers almost as thick as the first notebook.

Timeline:

Bill explained that if he just set a regular time limit, that the girls if they were anything like Bill and Chris would just bide out their time. “I know you want to do a good job, and I know you are going to be good for us, but I've got be clever if I want to hunt pussy.” Bill said in a Elmer Fudd kind of voice like he was “hunting wabbit”.

“Yesterday taught me a lot about dares, and what motivates you two. With men, we're pretty simple, silence, sex, and sports. The three S's At least most of us anyway. Looking at Chris and shaking his head a little in a good natured dig on his son.

“So glad we did all that, because I don't think it would have occurred to me, to lay it out like this, if you hadn't actually refused some of the things we wanted you to do.”

The women were confused, and they thought they had been compliant in just about everything but the most absurd requirements.

Bill took out a chart, and that chart had “Wendy the Bitch” on one row, and “Jamie the Cunt” on the other row. There were one hundred boxes going cross ways next to each name followed by a happy face.

“You need incentives” Bill explained his system “We are going to measure your performance. Do well and you are going to be done in two weeks, maybe less. Door poorly and you stretch it out, not us. It won't be us the cruel men, who have kept you longer, it will just be your own bad performance.”

Wendy's interest was piqued, but at the same time she had a skeptical look on her face as she flipped through the hand written notes and listened to Bill explaining.

“At your work, they reward you for taking initiative and give you perks. I need a system that is going to motivate you to work as hard as you can, so this can be over for you. There are also conditions in case you drag your feet by a certain date, but I am certain you won't do that.”

“In order to be fair to Chris, he and I are going to be equal, he's a man, he can come and go as he places, he is basically 18 and for all intents and purposes, he needs to learn responsibility. The best way I know how to teach him that, is to trust him to make his own decisions.”

Bill held up a packet of shiny gold stars and another of silver stars. These were the kind teachers put on your homework for a good job.

“We each Chris and I , start out with one hundred stars. Your goal is to both end up with 100 stars. When you do, you've completed your education and you are free to stop, or continue if you want.”

Wendy and Jamie made lemon faces at the idea of continuing.

“Hey, you never know...you may find that all this, is really helping...whatever happens at 100 stars we sit down and re-assess your asses.” Bill was making a pun and everyone laughed this time at the break in seriousness.

“Anyway, if you do really well in a day, you can earn about three stars. In Fourteen days, that is 86 stars”

“It's actually 42, Dad” Chris corrected.

“What are you a walking adding machine? I thought you were bad at math? Yah, okay, I meant three each from us per day, for a total of 6”

“That'd still be 84” Chris chimed in. Wendy couldn't help but wonder how he suddenly became so good at math since he had straight D's since he started high school almost 6 years ago.

“Uh okay..sue me, 84....anyway, you earn the extra you need by doing little dares, and funny games and bets, extra stuff. The more you try, the sooner you are done..did I mention when you reach 25, 50, and 75, you get a little privilege, so there is positive reinforcement too?”

Jamie questioned “What if you just don't like what we did, and decide to give us less, Sir.” Wendy smiled, her daughter took after her with “What if” questions.

“Well, it's your job to make us like what you do. We aren't going to jip you, if we stop giving you an opportunity to earn the stars you need, then it's our fault, and if we get sick or busy one day, you automatically get the full three stars each. If you try hard, again and again and never get rewarded, trust me I know how that feels, I wouldn't expect you to keep trying hard, if I didn't reward you. In fact, I am giving you each two stars for yesterday!”

“Only two?”

“Oh hell yeah! Today is going to be way harder than yesterday, little miss!”

The Family Feud II

Chapter Ten

“What happens if we don't agree to these terms?” Wendy asked her husband, who had just handed her and her daughter a stack of hand written rules and regulations, that would make Satan himself blush at he complexity of it all.

“Well, you get dressed, go up to our bedroom, and we get divorce papers, split up.”

“Bill, don't you see I love you? Can't you tell already by how far we came yesterday?”

“One day is going to turn things around?” Bill said with self-assurance that let Wendy know he was serious about breaking up the family over this. “And watch your tone with me, I'll take you over my knee, it's Master or Sir...”

She smirked, from down there on the floor, she was looking up to both of them at crotch level. They were dressed, she was naked, it felt like the held all the cards.

“Yes sir, sorry sir!” She said pulling her own string, and wincing at how it shot a shiver of pain, as the string they used to toy with her and lead her around tightened around her cunt hood and sent a spasm of pain through her. The way she had pulled it so casually at first, and then the sour look on her face made Bill and Chris giggle.

“Can Jamie and I discuss this first, Sir?” she asked quietly.

“Well, I expected more questions and demands.” Bill said “But uh no..you can't discuss it” Wendy was about to respond when Bill said “Learn to let some one finish a sentence....I was about to say, you can't discuss it on an empty stomach, you will be fed, and then we'll put you some place you too can talk and plot and plan.”

Wendy smiled at her husbands apparent generosity. That is until he jerked them up by their strings, and  then noticing it was unbalanced, pulling them around this way. “its putting all the weight on your hips...” he led them into the kitchen. “Here ice up your titties” handing each of them two ice cubes.

They both stood there looking at him for a moment until he pantomimed holding up a cube to each nipple “Get it good and hard..” as he cut off some more of the fishing line type string he was using.

“This is going to take some experimentation.” He could already hear Wendy's stomach growling. “God women, you'd think you don't get enough to eat” he laughed at his own joke, and then checking to see if the nipples were hard enough he tied string tightly around the nubs of their nipples. Connecting those two strings to the one from their cunt and saying “Okay...those are proper bitch reins” as he gave them a test jerk and saw that now the entire body seemed to move forward instead of starting at just the hips.

As a finishing touch he applied clothes pins to each nipple saying as they both whined “Oh hush, its not so bad...you won't have to keep them on all day. We've got shopping to do, you can't very well wear these at walmart” again laughing at his own sense of humor.

They let the girls fix a breakfast of pancakes and bacon, apparently Chris had gone down to the store last night, because this food wasn't in there yesterday. Jamie didn't remember him leaving the room, he laughed himself to sleep watching her writhe and wriggle in her bonds.

They didn't get aprons like they had given the men, but the bacon grease didn't spatter up too much, every now and then a stray little drop of grease would pop up and hit one of them on the titty, but compared to what they'd already been through with multiple beatings yesterday, they were troopers about standing in front of the electric griddle and cooking.

Once they had served the men blueberry pancakes, orange juice and bacon, Wendy asked “Would you like us to go get the handcuffs and stand at attention, Sirs?”

“Nah, what were going to have them do, Dad?” Chris said already his mouthful of food. As unhealthy as the pancakes were, the delicious smell of the fresh food made Wendy's mouth water.

“Oh yeah” Bill said “Tie your strings together, then go get Chris's jambox, he's got some MP3s of some dance music, you'll dance for your breakfast, the better the dance, the better the food.”

“Life is so good! Son” Bill was ton top of the world for the second morning since this started.

“Bros before Ho's Dad!!” the two Taylor men, father and son actually fist-bumped at the table as they watched Wendy and Jamie Taylor tie themselves together by tightening the ropes together. “Brothers before whores, all day long, son.” Bill was so satisfied right now. Wendy couldn't help but feel good for him, even if it was at the expense of her own pride.

“Oh much closer, much closer...there was almost a yard between at first, by the time they were done tying themselves together for the men's satisfaction they were basically slow dancing cheek to cheek. Tit to tit, face to face. There was at most two inches between them, tied nipple to nipple, twat to twat.
They looked ridiculous trying to figure out how to walk, one of them backing into something and almost tripping, falling on their naked asses. The men just giggled and said “That is it Wendy, give it that college try!” laughing and using an expression she had used in the past to mock her.

It took them a little while to get up the stairs and get the iPod jambox, lug it back down the stairs. The bells around their collars jingling, their bodies pressed together. It was almost starting to feel like it wasn't' frosty cold in the living room, since Bill had set it at 69 degrees the day before. They were working up a light sheen of sweat on their bodies.


“Would you like us to dance like this, Sir?” they said as they set the boom box down lightly

“Sure, why not!” Bill hit the MP3 player

I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious

Uh, flirtatcious, tryin to show patience

Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)

Waitin for the right time to flash them keys

Then um I'm leavin, please believin

Tied as they were, with every little move and gyration pulling them forward or backwards and jerking one or more of there more sensitive body parts they really didn't have a lot of fluidity of motion. Couple that with the fact they both dance like a couple of white-girls, and it was really starting to show that despite all the step classes, and aerobics, neither of them could dance sexy, much less with a lot of rythym.

“You look like a couple of white girls!!” Chris laughed over the music.

Oh, Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds are feedin

No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve and, no teasin

I need you to get up up on the dance floor

Give that man what he askin for (oh)

Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you (ah, ah)

And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use

(I said)

Its gettin hot in here (so hot)

So take off all your clothes

“Hey they already got their clothes off...good song, Chris...let's have your mom and your sister dance for us everyday. Maybe we can put it on youtube and call it “America's funniest home sluts”.

“Yeah and make a million bucks!”

Jamie wanted to say “Youtube's free, you idiot!” that is probably what she would have said had this been any other day and the two of them were scheming some hopeless 'get rich quick' idea. Well she would have said it nicer, but that's what she meant. While her and her mom danced body to body in the kitchen she whispered “We're doing this aren't we?” asking if it was pretty clear they were going through with all the rules, her mom didn't answer.

When the dance was over, the guys had their laugh, they weren't shock neither Jamie or Wendy weren't winded “Like Clydesdales” Bill commented. “The two of them, so much endurance, so strong, and now they are coated in a fine sheen of their own sweat..” the girls didn't know whether to be insulted, grossed out or if that was a complement.

“Well breakfast consists of two hot dogs...” Bill stood next to them holding one. “Did you want mustard on it?”

“If you like, Sir?” Wendy said trying to seem kind and considerate.

“That's the spirit Wendy!” sticking one end in his wife's mouth, and the other end in his daughter's mouth, since they were so close. Then squirting mustard on the hot dog, so that some of it dripped down their chest on to their tits.

Taking his hand off it and saying “Work together, so you don't bite too much and drop it..if it hits the floor, its going in the garbage”

The first dog, almost fell out of their mouths, as they worked together, using their eyes to signal to the other one she was about to take a bit and moving the hot dog closer and closer until lips touched. Mustard on their lips, in a mock kiss as the men patronized them “Very good...” like trained monkeys doing a trick.

“Let's do it again!” setting the second hot dog in place, but this time saying “oops, silly billy, I used hot mustard this time”. It wasn't mustard at all, it was Texas Pete's hot sauce. It's not scalding tobasco hot, but its spicy.

The girls nostrils flared, but to their credit they worked at the dog, until lips touched. In near tears “May we have some water, Master?” Wendy asked.

“Why, you wanna get wet?” Bill asked joyously.

Wendy wasn't having it. The hot sauce had brought tears to her eyes. “Please...Sir!!”

“Oh you big baby...” inserting the plastic fleet enema bottles in their mouths like baby bottles. “Here hold each others” he let them both hold the other girls bottle with a hand, as they kept their heads up so they didn't clink plastic bottles. “Drink it all the way up”

When they had finished down the contents of the plastic bottle, Wendy wondering how often you could reuse a plastic bottle like this for drinking, but not saying anything about it, Bill began to untie them from one another.

“Okay, your tummies should be full now, tell me why you are grateful for what and how I let you eat.”

As they were separated from the closeness of each other, Wendy went first “I am thankful you permitted us to hot dogs, in a way that would amuse you, if my embarrassments and humiliations serve to add to your pleasure, them it is a small price to ask of a cunt like me, to have to gobble a hot dog, with my slut daughter, until her and I eventually have to touch lips.”

Jamie was already trying to think of a different theme to be thankful, and to give an affirmation that was even more gracious than her mom “Thank you sir, for making us eat like pink little piggies, titty to titty, You find ways to teach us to be humble and appreciate what you do allow us to eat, and regret being such mean, vicious cunts to you both.” she wasn't sure how much of it she believed to be true, and how much she put on to impress the others, but it got the appropriate reaction.

The men spent a little more time that morning going over a few of the other details from the handwritten contract, about inspections, and doing things according to ritual, careful to explain not only WHAT was expected but WHY it was expected and what was to be learned. This was not so much for their own benefit, as it was to impress upon the girls that they really did have a plan.

Wendy and Jamie found themselves in Jamie's upstairs room on all fours on the tile after Bill was satisfied he had explained everything as best he could. Her room looked a bit ransacked, dresser drawers had been gone through, the bed had been pushed up against the wall. Her dad explained that if she decided she did not want to go through with it, she could put it all back, and even go through the garbage bags down stairs with their clothes and take back what she wanted.

They were positioned facing away from each other, butt to butt, cheeks touching very slightly with about a foot of twine tied between their clit hoods so that they had to stay close to one another. They could not see each other's faces, as they both held the position on all fours on the tile, almost like granny push-ups where you plant your knees and lift yourself up with your arms.

Bill gave his final instructions before leaving them together to make the most critical decision they would ever have had to make. Something two days ago would have seemed surreal, even ridiculous.

“Pain and despair”. He paused to let the words sink in, and added again “Pain and despair, that is what you'll have for two weeks. This morning we gave you a taste of the bitter pill you'll be swallowing everyday for the next two weeks, if you accept our offer. I want you to take a full hour and make up your mind. Once you make it up, there will be consequences for changing your mind. There will be no more threatening to quit and just walk away. A choice like that will be very serious, and punishable when you get that surly.” He paused to let his words sink in.

“This morning, I could have given you clothes, and let you sit there drinking coffee and talk about this like adults, you both really are, Jamie I mean you too. You carried yourself like a woman of the house, and lived up to the RESPONSIBILITIES that came with the AUTHORITIES” he emphasized the words he just used for dramatic effect.

“But I want you to sit here like two little bitches, thinking about the world of shit that is going to come down on your heads if you say Yes, to what is on the table. Because you were bitches, and I still think you are manipulative, selfish, controlling. I think you deserve what I have in mind, if I didn't think that I would not offer it.”

“What I think doesn't matter, it never really did. If it had, you would have let me be myself, and accepted me for who I was, and not made me move out, and when I came back welcomed me, instead of preying on my desire to please you and get your acceptance, to the point you treated me pretty much like dogshit. Human dogshit.” He paused again.

“What matters, is that you both agree. I am not going to let one of you agree, and the other not. I decided it needs to be unanimous. If one of you doesn't want to proceed, then we simply stop. It would be too awkward, and it wouldn't repair us as a family if one of us doesn't participate. It would just reinforce the outsider status that Chris and I have felt, between the bond of mother and daughter, when you two gang up on us.”

“Your choice is simple. You have to decide either Yes, you will face the music. You will check your pride at the door, you will offer your ass to us, and you will grin and bear what we have in mind, and accept there is a plan that this is for your own good. Don't kid yourselves, we'll take great pleasure in it, too. Its not just learning and self-discovery. Just like you had a laugh at our expense, we plan to have several at yours. If you say yes, you'll get one star automatically for today, and we'll start putting you through the ringer, after your confirmation videos and pictures. You'll have to rewrite my rules in a legible format, and put up the notes around the house. You'll eat crow at work and school, although it wont be as bad as here. On the plus side, when it's done, unless you want things to stay this way, it's done. We'll forgive, but we won't forget the lessons, none of us will. The adversity as a family that we've faced is a storm, and by the end of this, you'll have dug yourselves back out and join us again, getting the protection and love of me and Chris, and there isn't anything we won't do for either of you.”

“Now If you say No, and I can't blame you. There is so many reasons for you to be scared. Just in the position you are in, with your bare butts touching. I can still see my whip marks on your body, and Chris's writing on your backs. It's going to be like this all the time, with little to no break. It's called Domestic Discipline, Keeping the womenfolk in line, BDSM, Tough Love, lots of things, and even the bravest people have a right to be scared of the unknown. You know the contract is the best I could do.

It's not fancy like the one you wrote for us when you first turned the table on us. But you know enough I think, that there will be no boo-hooing, once this begins that you didn't understand. If there is, we'd just say “Oooh so sad, tough titty for you” and keep on tormenting and teasing you. No one wants pain and despair in their lives, no one wants cruelty and torment, but that is all I am offering you. Get through this and you'll have my respect and forgiveness, Chris's too.”

He was silent for a long time, before the two men left the room. As Chris walked out, he could be heard joking to his dad “With their asses up in the air like that next to each other, it looks like they could poop back and forth!”

They could hear faintly as they walked further down the hall Bill say “poop back and forth? Boy, sometimes I think you aren't right, what the fuck is that?” and Chris gleefully describing something they could not quite make out.

When they were finally gone, the two women, both started to talk at the same time, stopped and told the other one to start. Which in turn caused them to both speak again, before Wendy finally said for Jamie to go ahead.

“Well...I really WOULD like to stop here. This is insane. They've treated us like animals, I am going to be humiliated at school, I've seen things I can never unsee. It's just crazy”.

Wendy was quiet. “If that is how you feel, then I support the decision.” They would have to wait there for a full hour for their Father to come back to tell him the good news. “Unless you want to try to untie the clips, get separated and go down and tell him?” Wendy said in a very sombre and serious tone.

“I said I WOULD like to stop here, not that I had made up my mind.” Jamie clarified, obviously choosing her words carefully. “If we agree to this, its one of the few decisions we'll be permitted to make for at least two weeks. Even if we get their forgiveness, there is no guarantee they won't see us as snot pigs with cum rags in our mouth.”

“JAMIE!!” Wendy chided

“According to Dad's rules, we have to say exactly what we are, those are terms we'd have to apply to ourselves.”Jamie explained. “I want to know what you think I should do, Mom.”

Wendy was quiet in thought and said “Well..I can't tell you what you should do here”

“Oh bullshit, you've told me all my life what to do” Jamie said not quite accusingly, or mean spirited, but in a strong enough way it was clear she wasn't buying what Wendy said.

“Well actually, that is my own fault” Wendy admitted “I kind of told you what I would do in that situation and passed on some of my faults to you, in the process, with the best of intentions mind you.” Wendy agreed with her daughter “I've said and done some things since yesterday, that I never imagined I'd do or say, had no reason too...frankly though, had the Griffin brothers not tried to blackmail us, but simply showed us what we were really doing to Bill and Chris, I'd feel the same way”

Jamie added “Oh yeah! I hadn't even thought about all that stuff, with the ownership of our mortgage and possible criminal charges for me over the car.” she said honestly “I did what I did, out of a sense of obligation to Dad and you and my older brother, it really.”

“I am really impressed with Bill and Chris” Wendy said after another impossible moment of silence. “The Bill of Rights we wrote for them, was my own very tight and analytic mind, organized. Bill's was all over the place. Stream of consciousnesses and random at times. Some of it made me laugh, some made me blush, but what I found odd, was some of it made me think.”

“Not only that, but they both have stepped up to take a leadership role, maybe we had it all wrong at the start of this. We started out trying to mother them. Nag them, into being good boys. Then we tried to change them, and we used their own sexuality against them, I guess the way girlfriends do. Now, we are being asked to submit to them, let them lead us, and to trust them to possibly fail and I am not sure your are close enough, but my asshole has been puckered since we got in, about what we need to do.”

“You think we should agree, don't you Mom?” Jamie said with a certainty.

“You do too” Wendy said.

The Family Feud II

Chapter Eleven

The fact that they stayed in position, ass cheek to ass cheek, butt to butt facing away from each other, tied by the clit on all fours, had really told Bill all he needed to know. If they were going to say no, they would have come down much earlier.

That being said, he was still a little nervous. He had told them he was prepared for them to decide either way, but he had  a lot resting on the opportunity to prove to them he could carry through with this, that he had could create and execute a plan. Who was he kidding? He really just wanted desperately to be KING of his Castle, and with his son as Prince, and his daughter and wife as his trough sluts, serving wenches and jesters, his metaphoric Kingdom had all it needed.

He paced. He picked up his notepad and doodled, he asked Chris about what the best ways were to go back up there. They passed the time theorizing about games they'd like to play if they say yes, or what the neighbors would think about some of their ideas. They never really talked about what if they say no and they had to follow through on their ultimatum that the family is kaput if the girls don't give them payback.

“It's best not to plan to fail, until you plan to succeed” Chris said.

“What?”” Bill asked.

“I learned that in scouting, and Mom really...Us focusing on all the ways it can go right, instead of how it can go wrong. It feels really good”. When pressed to explain a little more, Chris explained he was going through life like Eeyore the donkey from Winnie the Pooh.

“You know how he is always all like, oh my house would have fallen down anyway, when it finally does?” Chris described the depressing little stuffed animal, as an allegory to his life. That making this plan with his Dad had been the best day and a half of his life. That finally someone had to listen to him, that he got trusted with authority. It changed his outlook, made him feel like...like...

“A Man?” his dad finished the sentence for him. “Yah, I feel it too. Son, you and I are a like in so many ways” they gave themselves a fist-bump, before walking up the stairs to check on the “Sluts”.

The girls were quiet, eyes straight ahead, naked, on the floor, patiently waiting for them to walk in. The door hadn't been shut because the hinges had been unbolted and the door was set against the wall.

“So whats it gonna be?”

“Boys rule, girls drool, Sir” they said unison, having practiced a clever way to announce their decision.

Chris and Bill high fived but contained their excitement “Alright, stand up back to back, slowly. This room will be called the slave pit. It's gonna have your stuff moved out, for some reason the air conditioning doesn't reach this room as much as other rooms, so it won't seem as cold as downstairs. We'll keep you up here for some of the patience training, when I've got friends over and don't want them to see you.” Bill was talking very dryly as if he was just going over some minor details, but inside he was doing double-rainbows and parades in his heart. He just didn't want them to see him as over-eager.

Chris had the webcam out to take some digital video of the “Confirmation”. This would serve as evidence in case anyone said the girls had not chosen this life. “Taping dad, the red light is on”

Given his son's reputation as a bumbler, he checked to make sure it was recording, slightly wounding his son's ego but he just wanted this to go right. “I have in my hand a copy of the Taylor's Women's Bill of Rights, what can you tell me about this Wendy?” he showed it to the camera and them, as they stood naked back to back holding hands holding themselves very straight so that ass cheek touched ass cheek and the square of their upper back touched as well.

“We wrote it, Jamie and I, mostly me. It outlined what we saw as your shortcomings, and steps we wanted to take to put ourselves above men, but we should never have made you sign it, it was wrong of us women to try to be above any men, Sir”.

Jamie was asked if she agreed and she explained “Yes Sir, My Mom and I both agree that we should have let you demonstrate your leadership and authority instead of manipulating you into giving it up, we apologize for it, and willingly submit to discipline for our bratty actions.”

“Very well, and are you prepared to show me how you eat your words?” Bill asked as he had Chris pan around to show that they could leave at any time, and that they weren't being held here against their will.

When they agreed, they were asked to each take an end of the “Bill of the Rights” that had been typed up illustrating the male shortcomings and pull until they ripped in half. Then they were instructed to fold their half of the paper once again and put the crease into their ass if they were willing to “Wipe their ass with the notion of female superiority”

At which point they both said again on queue “Boys Rule, Girls Drool Sir”

“Especially Taylor Girls?” Chris asked from off-camera

“Definitely Sir?” as they dragged the fold of the paper between their tight asscheeks drawing it all the way down in a downward motion.

“Do you mind eating your words?” Bill asked.

“Not at all sir, it is appropriate considering how offensive they were to our betters”, the two said, although neither were particularly looking forward to trying to chew up office paper that had just had their own butt-sweat on it. The papers weren't brown and disgusting, but the gesture was symbolic enough that it had its own humiliation.

The girls tried to stuff their half of the paper in their mouths to chew up until Chris told them they'd have to take it back again and nibble it like “A rat does cheese”

As they filmed them further Bill asked “Do you agree to two weeks of payback, where you will be our little bitches, according to the rules you read this morning?”

“Yes Sir”

“Why would anyone in their right mind, agree to let their husband and son, disrespect them and treat them like a pig, Wendy?”

“Because I am a pig, not worthy of respect” she said in between bites. “Only a wicked cunt like me, would conspire with her daughter, to disrespect her husband and treat you like pigs. This is may way of making it even.”

And Jamie, why would you agree to let your Father and Brother of all people, disrespect you and keep you like a little pig?”

“Just like mom, I am a piggy, not worthy of respect, keeping me naked and humble, makes me less able to use my looks, and manipulate. I chose to disrespect you both and had fun doing it, it is only fair you have fun at my expense, Sir”

“If you don't keep your bargain, you agree that I should send this to our family and friends, do you have a message for them?”

“Hi, this is Wendy, by now you've seen me naked, tits out, if Chris pans around, he'll see the clothes pins on my nipples and clit hood, with a string tied to my daughters cunt.” Chris followed her lead and made sure to document slowly panning up her body.

“If I show up at your door-step, expecting you to take me in, because I lost my house, my car, my job, it is my own fault all of those things happened. I would not blame you, nor expect to take me in, unless your conditions were similar to my husband, that I be your humble house maid and servant.” Wendy wasn't sure if that was what Bill wanted to hear but the fact that he went to Jamie next seemed encouraging.

Jamie answered the same question “Well, I am sure my Cousins in Indiana will have had a good time laughing by now, If you are watching this, its most likely because we were too chicken to go through with what we agreed to do. We've had everything explained to us, about what we are in for, and we have agreed anyway, because we feel it is fitting for our behavior. I don't expect you'll understand how much courage it took for me and my mom to say this, but I love her, and I am so proud of her, and all of my Dad and Brother, for agreeing to resolve our problem this way”

Wendy was almost in tears, and Bill asked her why she was crying. “I am crying, because that was so beautiful, I love you Jamie and think so much of you, and Bill as my husband, you have always been a success even though I may not have supported you or believed in you, that is my own fault. Chris, I owe you a big apology as well, how hurtful it must have been to have your mother making fun of your misfortune, I hope you will enjoy making fun of mine, it's only fair.”

“Why do we keep you naked?” he asked them both.

“ You both like to see our titties and ass jiggle” Jamie offered first.

“that is one reason, continue” Bill said.

“To remove our sense of modesty and vanity, to take away our privilege of privacy, which is reinforced by our dress outside of the house in slutty clothing, no panties and bras” Wendy added.
“To teach us, that our pussy, ass, and titties are not special enough to be hidden from our betters, and should serve as a way to control us, tits being natural handles and all...”

“You don't mind admitting this to your friends and family?” Bill asked.

“Oh yes, I mind very much, but Master Bill assures me the only way they will see this, is if I have fucked up and not kept my word, I've agreed to live this way as his little star bitch, until I earn 100 gold and silver stars from my son and husband, by being the best little slut I can be, and not the mean, controlling ogre bitch I was. So I thank him for this, because it is further incentive for me, not to go back on my word.” Wendy added.

Jamie wanted to say “What Mom Said”, but thinking on her feet added “I don't mind them seeing me for what I am, a little stuck up twat, who has had her head up her ass, only thinking about her own needs, cheer leading, popularity, and not her families needs. Some of you may laugh, some of you may be shocked, some of you may be impressed even, but I think for those who are shocked and disappointed in me, part of me wants to shield you from the real little shit I am. If my Dad and brothers lessons work, by the end of this, I'll be someone you can be proud of, and if not, then you'll be watching this tape, I guess.”

Chris and Bill said a few words into the camera, talking directly to a few camera members and ending the tape by saying “The ONLY way this is to be seen, is if you back out”

When the girls were finished eating their “words” in the form of the bill of rights, they marched them down stairs back to back, holding hands and had them pose holding “Bill's Bill” and the words “We Agree” was written on a poster they could hold up naked. Then Chris wrote “We agree” across their chest, “WE” on the left titty and “AGREE” on the right. A few more shots were made.

The last couple Bill or Chris got in the shot, with either Jamie or Wendy holding their cock,  in sort of an action pose smiling.

With that out of the way, Bill cracked open a beer, and handed one to Chris. Wendy's maternal instinct was to question the drinking age, and perhaps Bill had been testing her. She didn't rise to the bait. So Bill said “One won't hurt you, I aint drinking alone. Let's celebrate a little.”

It was still only about 10am, on Sunday morning and everyone seemed to be excited that they had turned a corner, a milestone so to speak. The girls hadn't done anything wrong, so there was nothing really to punish them for, but it seemed kind of anti-climatic to have them do something simple or trivial like clean up.

Bill asked his son, if he wanted to offer them the idea he had discussed with him, while they made up their minds about doing this, as his son uploaded the photos back to the computer. Chris was elated “Well you don't have to do this, but if you want an extra star, you can lotion each other up, and go outside and tan.” he paused for a few minutes thinking about what he was saying, since that first part they WERE required to do. “Oh yes, after you give us a handjob....and rub the cum into the lotion.”

“How long will we be out there for, Sir?” Jamie asked, without commenting on the cum requirement, surprising her Mother.

“Just a few hours, enough time for me and Dad to rest and recover, we are too excited to leave you out there all day. It's date night tonight, so we want you to be tan and exercised, and have good healthy attitudes!” Chris added.

Wendy was a little surprised, her and Bill hadn't had a date night in years. It would have seem kind of ridiculous given the rut of their relationship. Obviously, she was curious about what the catch was, and Bill was only too happy to oblige.

“Well, tonight I will be taking my bitch of a wife, on a date, back to the other side of town, I want to introduce you to some people I knew when I lived in a motel for a month, we'll have dinner, I'll want to show you off, you know...fun stuff” Wendy knew all too well, that Bill was probably busting at the seams to share his good fortune with his friends and she couldn't blame him. Where she had been disgusted with the idea of a wimp for a husband that she bossed around, and hesitant to even tell a girl who obviously got a kick out busting men's balls (Cathy Griffin), Bill was going to want to get his jollies. She nodded her agreement saying she hoped she'd be able to earn her star for her performance.

This left Jamie confused, “So I go on a date, with Master Chris?”

Chris responded “You wish. I've set you up on a blind date, you'll be polite, caring, considerate. He'll order for you, you'll eat what he tells you, you'll ask permission to use the bathroom, you'll watch the movie he tells you, you'll be attentive to his conversation and if you are rude, you'll be punished when you get home, if you are a good girl, you get one of your stars for today.”

This actually didn't seem half bad to Jamie who was expecting far worse. She really hadn't dated any boys in school despite being so attractive in popular, in part because she may have intimidated boys who thought she may be a bit TOO perfect to ask out. However, it could also because she was so aloof and busy with school activities, she wasn't really 'available' mentally to date. Probably more to the point, she may have sent a vibe of “too good for you”, and her own self-esteem issues despite being so pretty accepted that as a defense mechanism. If no boys dare ask you out, you can never have your own heart broken.

Maybe she was a bit like her mom, in over-thinking things, but while she was, the men's dicks were out. They were giving hand jobs no matter what. The only question was, will the cum be rubbed into the suntan lotion they apply to their bodies.

They were naked on their knees, Jamie infront of her Father, using both hands to pump his five inch erect hard-on. Greasing her hands with some of the white sun tan lotion that had been squirted onto a dish in the living room for the cum to land in to make his dick smooth and soft, while squeezing and playing with it.

This had the effect of making her smaller tits bobble and jiggle up and down, and her rock hard well rounded tush do the same. Chris was watching that as his Mom went to business on his dick. She was trying to avoid eye contact, while applying very firm pressure to her son's dick as she slid her greased palms up and down the length of it, giving him a few “oh” and “Ah” sounds to help him along.

In a few moments, they were ready to deposit their cum. Chris  didn't warn his mom and his cum shot on to her face, some of it hitting the carpet.

Bill on the other hand announced loudly “I AM GOING TO CUM, OH FUCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT, YES HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS, FOR DADDYS CREAM!!!! YOU FUCKING CUNT” saying the last bit with gnashed teeth and depositing his cum, with gasping breaths and a satisfied look of mental exhausting into her hands. Loads more than he had deposited at any point when Wendy had been milking them into mason jars.

When they were down and catching their breath, Wendy gave a half smile and said “Well...I've already been glazed...Jamie, if you don't want to put your father's cum into the lotion, you can just rub it into my back.”

“No no, I want a star” she dumped the milky white liquid goop into the lotion, and Wendy bent over to scrape what little of her son's cum she could save from the carpet.” Then rubbing their hands into the lotion, mixing it around, they began to first apply the lotion to themselves. On their own arms.

Without being told, by the men who were still preoccupied, with the release of their own orgasm, they started to put on a little show for Dad and Son.

The guys didn't say a word, just fist bumped and a breathless “Bros before Hos” Bill whispered hoarsely to his son, who replied “All the day long”.

Kneading the lotion into themselves, it had a soothing sensation on their skin. Their muscles cramped from beatings and bondage, knotted and taut were coming lose with their sensual seeming little sexy, flirty show. They were giggling a little as they worked each other over. They made sure to take their time on the tits, ass cheeks and in truth, the cocoa butter smell of the lotion over powered any feeling of “ick” they may have gotten from the tiny amount of cum the men had contributed to it. They wouldn't have known the difference if all the mason jars Wendy had collected when she was milking them to check their attitude had been poured into the mix.

“Ooh, is it okay if I get hard nipples from this Sirs?” Wendy admitted with a charmed expression, that the lotioning process wasn't at all unpleasurable.

“What kind of twisted cunt, gets turned on when her daughter rubs her ass cheeks with cummy tanning lotion? Chris said in a snarl. Bill didn't correct him, having just came, he didn't really have any frustrations to get out, so he wasn't feeling particularly cruel. He'd let Chris lead the charge on that one while he recovered from his recent orgasm.

This changed Wendy's expression from flirty/funny to more dour and serious “I guess a wicked cunt, sir. I am sorry, I was just trying to joke, is that an infraction?”

Chris had trouble following his father's disorganized mess of a rule system. He was trying to remember if an Infraction was the first level of day-to-day punishment or the correction, but he decided to say “Yes it is....since your titties are the problem, and you've had your mind on those, and your own pleasure instead of ours, your titties will be the ones to suffer...tug and stretch your nipples, flick them for five minutes until they are hard as you can make them, then I will wrap them with string so they stay that way while you tan. Jamie, go get me the string so I can tie up your mother's nipples”

There was a yes sir, as Wendy dutifully flicked, tugged and played with her nipples, they still had a little of the nail polish on them from earlier when Chris had ordered her to paint them pinkish, to disguise the fact they looked more like pepperoni's on a pizza, instead of Jamies puffy light pink ones.

When Jamie got back, she was expected to continue rubbing lotion (even though she had covered most of her mom's body) into the creases and folds, and all over sides, back and front of her mom's body until Chris finally reached out and squeezed his monther's nipples hard, giving them a turn as if dialing the radio and then proceeded to tie off one and then the other.

“What does that remind you of?” Chris asked as he flicked the nubs of her tit, now standing a full three quarters of an inch engorged

“Very tiny little cocks, fully erect Sir”

“Yes, be glad you can't be milked, or we'd milk you like you did us last week. It's hell to tease a man's cock and not let him release!” Chris said indignant and pouty.

“Actually, I breastfed you, but not Jamie. I had my breast enlargement by the time she was born, and believed the wives tale that maybe the saline would get into the breast milk.”

“Are you saying we can milk you?”

“Well, I am not sure I can, I am on birth control, and I'd probably have to be pregnant again before the juice would start up, but if you want to try, my titties are your playthings, Sir.”

“What about you Jamie, are your titties my playthings?” Chris asked Jamie who had been quiet, dutifully giving her mom a lotion rubdown.

“I...of course sir, I am your plaything, you are the cat, and I am the ball of yarn” Jamie smiled with sincerity, yet in a light hearted attempt to bring back some of the playful levity from before. Chris let it go, but he had wanted her to say exactly what Mom had said.

Chris led them outside, ordering them to feed Rosco the loyal family dog, while he positioned their lawn chairs for them facing the reverse direction. Yesterday it was afternoon when they came outside, so their chairs faced the house. Today, they would be facing away from the house, since the sun was in the opposite direction.

Chris didn't notice the girls bending over and talking together as they lifted up the 20lb bag of Dog food and poured a tiny bit into Rosco's bowl, changing out his water. He was busy thinking. He had them lay on the grass for grass itch yesterday, but they would be expecting that. He was looking around for something new. “Ah-hah!” he spotted the garden hose.

Spraying his sister and mom, playfully, they both changed expression from dour and sad, back to silly and goofy “Ah!! Garden hose water!” Wendy's mock expression of distress, erasing the memory of the earlier more serious punishment she received, even though her nipples were still hard and tied.

When Chris tired of running them around the yard, using the hose to squirt them, as they tried to run in front of it he finally said “Alright, park your fast asses onto the lawn chairs, spread eagle, time to tie you in the chair.”

The girls complied, they would be facing their wooden fence, they could just see the very top of their neighbors one story house from the angle they were at. They would have been a lot more worried about the backyard if any of their neighbors had two story houses like them, but with the wooden privacy fence, if anyone had been outside and heard them playing around, unless they peeped over the fence, they would have just assumed it was a normal family, goofing around on a Sunday morning in their backyard.

Once their hands were secured above their heads, and their feet tied to the bottom of the lawn chair, Chris gave them a parting gift “Eenie Meenie, Miney Moe, which Hoe Do I pick, My mother told me to pick the very best Hoe and you are it” Chris said in a sing-song sort of rhyme, alternating pointing the garden hose at each girl on every word, until coming to Jamie on the last one.

“Lucky you, Sis..” he then took the spigot off the hose, and adjusted the water so only a tiny stream of water came out. Since his sister was tied spread eagle, he just set the warm bronze metal of the hose on her pubic bone, right buy her clit. The warm water trickling onto her pussy.

“Let's see if that arouses YOU, or you can keep your mind, on serving your betters. I'll be back to switch the water in a little while, have fun, girls” Chris took a snapshot of the two of them since their tits still both read “We Agree” with the digital camera and left them alone.

“How does that water feel?” Wendy asked her daughter after an uncomfortable silence.

“It feels good, actually...not orgasm good” Jamie smirked.

“What do you know of orgasms?” Wendy prodded.

“What, I can't have had them because I am a virgin?”

“Technically, I guess you could, but the way most girls get them, its sort of a pre-requisite yes.”

“I've used my finger before” Jamie admitted somewhat perturbed to be pressed for information.

“Well aren't you just full of surprises. The nipple punishment is like a constant stimulation, it's difficult to act like that is a punishment.”

“Really? It looks painful, you had to flick your nipples hard, it doesn't look like something you would do by choice.”

“By choice? Oh no. It just feels like, well I guess I don't want to sound like a freak or anything, but there is a lot worse things he could have done...still, it's had its effect, it made me think about his pleasure, not my own.” Wendy admitted.

“You dont want to sound like a freak, but you are naked with your daughter , your tits are bound with twine, and our hands and feet are tied to chairs outdoors. If that is not a freak, then what is?”

They giggled, the two of them commensurating about their shared predicament. They would also wonder what the guys were doing, some times theorizing they were watching sports and playing games and forgot about them, other times assuming they were plotting and planning. They touched a little on date night and both admitted they were shocked about this requirement but not entirely opposed to it.

BOY #1: “Hey, those girls are back....shhhhh, don't let them hear you. I think they ARE naked...”

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.

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.

The Family Feud II

Chapter Fifteen

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 2

JAMIE: 2

The punishments continued in the living room for what felt like far greater than it needed to be given the size of the offense. Wendy realized though the men were having fun, getting even with her and Jamie and she had resigned herself to keep a stiff upper lip.

Easier said than done though, as your tears drip down your face on to that lip from the titty and ass beating you were receiving in front of your son and neighbor.

“Hey Dad” Chris said while beating his sisters ass with his hand and a hair brush. Chris seemed to reconsider what he was about to say “Never mind, it can wait until Mrs. Waxerman has gone.”

“What is it, Son?” Bill said making his wife's ass and tits bounce with every strike.

“Well, I probably shouldn't say, but I think I know why Mr. Snips chose Mom's leg as opposed to anyone else's?”

“Oh? Why is that?” Bill was amused.

“Well look at her nipples?” Chris asked as the two men slowly stopped their beatings to have a long.

Bill took one of her tits in his hand, squeezing Wendy's hard erect nipple with his other “I see! Wendy, what do you have to say in your defense?” In truth, Bill didn't see what Chris was talking about, but he was committed to the role he was playing for Victoria Waxerman's benefit.

“It's 69 degrees in here, Sir!” Wendy's pouty answer only seemed to amuse Victoria. “The cold air and the titty torture has made them sensitive, I am sorry if my fat nipples seem obscene, but I don't know how that would annoy Mr. Snips”

Wendy's chest was heaving from the beating she had just received. Her entire body was a shade of red or pink, and a small vein had popped out in her forehead. So it was understandable her her answers sounded more defensive than her normal composed and positive tone.

Chris could see that he was losing the point of his explanation. “Dad, let's try a little experiment then.” Directing his mother and Jamie to spin around so that they were bent at the waist (still with thumbs pressed into their assholes) exposing their puffy pussy lips by squatting.”

“Mrs. Waxerman, may I borrow your dog for just a moment, to show my father something. I'm embarrassed to just tell him in front of you.” Chris was lying, he actually had his fingers crossed that his idea would work.

“Sure, Dear” Victoria handed him the feisty ten pound dog, suppressing the urge to show Chris how to hold him. He'd earned a slight more amount of respect in her eyes today, but she still wasn't convinced Chris was the brightest bulb on the shelf.

Holding the dog within a few inches of his sisters Ass, it sniffed, Snip's mouth hanging open, tongue drooling.

Then Holding the dog within a few inches of his Mothers. It sniffed, and had about the same reaction. It was definitely interested in the female scents coming from the pussies and asses in front of him and began wiggling to get out of Chris's grasp.

“I think Mom got aroused by her punishment, and Mr Snip's keen senses reacted to the female hormones being pumped into the air right now. You can't blame Mr. Snips for his behavior, it's completely in reaction to sensing a female bitch in heat!!”

“Is this true, Wendy? Are you wet right now!?” Bill would be shocked if she wasn't. He had been fingering her pussy secretly while he was spanking her.

“Sir, this is a very sexually charged situation, I am” Wendy was about to answer in detail when she got  an abrupt slap to the face from Bill.

“It's a yes or no, question. Are you getting off on this treatment? Is your pussy wet?”

Gritting her teeth, knowing an inspection was probably next, so there was no use in lying. “Yes sir, my pussy is wet”

“Victoria, did you ever hear of such a thing? Did you get wet when you were punished as a young girl?” Bill asked the neighbor who had been supervising this spectacle.

“A punishment from my father turn me on? Not that way he did it, they were certainly unpleasant and there was no thought of pleasure! But then I was not raised a wicked hussy”

“Speaking of hussies, Jamie is your pussy wet?” Chris asked.

“No sir” Jamie's pouty response was given through quiet tears rolling down her eyes.

“Well, thank the good lord for small miracles” Victoria declared. “There is still hope for this young one with vigilance and the rod, you can still turn her around and make her a good girl!”

“You two disgust me!” Bill snarled “The both of you go stand in a corner...” The girls started to move off while squatting, still keeping thumbs in their butt.

“Jamie, I noticed you jammed that thumb in there a lot more deeply than before we began, seems despite my warning you two like playing with your asses. So take your thumbs out and suck them, before I put soap in them.”

Her father had also seen that Chris had been forcing her thumb further up there while he spanked her, but why bring up little details? he thought to himself.

“Nose, Toes, Elbows to the corner..I want those hard nipples pressed in the corner, and I want both thumbs in your big mouths before you get in more trouble. You can cool off while we visit with our guest!” the girls each taking one far corner of their own of the living room.

“I am so sorry, you had to see all of this Mrs. Waxerman.” Bill smiled. “I am sure you think the worst of me, that my wife and daughter are so spoiled, and nasty.”

“No, not at all. You are one of the good one's Bill. You are doing the best you can, and I think a lesser man would have divorced someone like Wendy by now.”

“The thought did cross my mind.” Bill smiled as wife shivered pressing her nose to the corner sucking on her thumbs. “But Wendy, has agreed to do what it takes to be a good wife. I just need to be a good shepherd”

“Shepherd is a good word for what you are!” Victoria could barely contain herself she was so pleased with what Bill was saying. “I look forward to you sending over your daughter, that I can mentor her and work with her.”.

“Well, we've already asked for so much, but I wanted to remind you of what we discussed earlier today, before you go”

“Oh Mr. Snips, just went on your carpet!!” Victoria was about to chastise her dog.

“Nothing Mom hasn't done before!” grinning at his joke, Chris added “I am sure the girls will clean it up, don't worry yourself about it.”

“Chris, I am so proud of you taking charge of your sister and trying to bang some sense in her head, but I would say don't spend all your time on that. You need to find a good woman of your own!” Victoria offered before asking “So what was it you wanted to remind me of, Sir?” as she walked her dog away from the stinky, brown mess it left on the carpet.

“As I say, it's Bill to you.” he smiled as he walked her to the door. “I am very concerned about rumors that reflect upon me. There are some that will see my wife and daughter's behavior when I am not around to correct them, and think they are willful, sluts without shame. I don't blame them, it's true.”

As he opened the door for her “I know you don't go in for gossiping or spreading rumors, but I just ask that you make sure to set the record straight with people, should the topic come up.” 

Mrs Waxerman couldn't even respond to the request. She was beside her self with joy. Not only had she met someone she felt had her shared values, but had her assumptions validated about the two pretty younger women who lived next door being sluts that she could look down upon. She walked away with a feeling that her opinions were valuable to someone, and she had their blessing to basically gossip about them, without calling it gossip.

Today was indeed a good day for Mrs Victoria Waxerman as she waved good bye to her new found friends.

When the two men closed the door, they called over the girls from the corner “Good job!!!” Bill offered.

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other for a long second. They both narrowed their eyes at one another, still naked, still cold, still bruised and they both began to laugh hysterically.

“Whats so funny?” Bill said.

“I don't know!” Wendy said in between belly laughs. “Jamie started to laugh, and so did I!”

“No you did first, Mom!”

Chris and Bill were smiling but confused.

“Well, I guess it's like did you ever want to come down stairs naked and scare off Jehovah's witnesses who are trying to invite themselves into your home?” Wendy explained.

“Oh yeah! Sure did...I mean, would like too.” Chris offered cheerfully.

“Well, imagine those Jehovah's witnesses were far bigger freaks than you, and they just threw off their clothes?” Wendy stopped to finish her laugh “Oh I am sorry, Bill. I know I should be shocked and horrified, but it was just so ridiculous, it was funny!!”

“So you guys didn't mind what we just did to you?” Chris asked.

“No, we minded!! Oh my god.” Jamie was rubbing her sore butt. “I think what Mom is saying, we kind of new you were playing Mrs Waxerman, to get to us. Nicely done, nicely done.” Jamie added offering a little respect to her brother.

Wendy agreeing with her daughter “Had it been last week, when we held all the cards, I don't think I could have kept a straight face. You got her to explain about how she was whipped in the mountains, and think you are a good god-fearing man, and all this.” still laughing.

“What? You don't think I am?” Bill was a little hurt.

“I think you are a good man, Bill. You are paying us back for our rotten behavior, and we are being good sports about that. You got us. You got us good. That was a painful experience with her. I didn't know what was going to happen! I thought she'd mention those hard erections in your pants, or want to spank our asses herself.”

“Yeah, to be honest. I think it may just be the endorphins from the pain and the adrenalin from the shock, that's made me giddy.” Jamie said thoughtfully. “Now that I think about it, you beat me in front of a little old lady who didn't have a problem with it and even made a dog smell my butt!! Gross” suppressing the urge to give her duck lips.

Chris noticed “Almost got you there, Sis. Speaking of dog smell's, one of you pick up that turd and flush it.”

Ripping a paper towel from the kitchen “Already on it, Sir” Wendy said in good humor.

“What? Why waste good towels. Go pick it up and carry it upstairs and put it with yours in the kitty box. Do you need to go?”

Wendy closed her eyes for a moment as if resetting her brain. She wasn't sure why she laughed at what had been happening for the last thirty minutes. She realized maybe it was a combination of endorphins, adrenalin and the sheer absurdity of the surreal spectacle that just played out. Whatever, the case she wasn't laughing any more.

“Yes Sir, I would very much like to go piss, thank you for offering” she answered her son. “Pick up the turd, and you better both try to go shit and piss, we've got to get you ready for date night!”

Bill said “Let me take them, Son. You've done it the last few times.”

“How about we do it together, Dad?” Chris smiled and they fist bumped again.

After the girls took turns pissing and trying to shit into the kitty litter in the upstairs bathroom Wendy asked if she could please wash her hand.

“Why? It's just dog shit. You are going to get a shower in a few minutes, don't waste water and soap!” Bill chided her.

“Despite the dainty little turd balls you left in the kitty litter, and Jamie I don't even though you took a crap yet, I think you two little bitches are full of shit. Would that be a fair assessment?

“Yes Sir”

“In more ways than one” Bill said quickly while holding up the two plastic fleet enema bottles they had been using to drink out.

“These can benefit any hole for sluts like you. You've used them to chug down water, but did you know they can be used to douche and for enemas?”

They said nothing, so he continued “Well they are too expensive to buy a new one every time, so we'll just refill them for now. Go ahead and get on the floor doggy style” guiding them so their asses were raised above their body, tits and nose pressed to the tile in single file.

“Wendy, you go ahead and insert Jamie's enema and use your nose to hold the bottle up, while she pulls apart her cheeks.”

Taking a deep breath, and suppressing the need to ask for some sort of leniency she said “Yes Sir, I am so sorry for this Jamie” and guiding the nozzle gently into her daughter's puckered asshole until the bubbles inside the bottle started to form. Then she took her hands away to support herself and switched to using her own nose like a seal pushing up on a ball to keep the bottle in the air.

“Now pull your own cheeks apart, and Chris if you want to do the honors?”

Chris actually applied a little spit to the bottle “I wont stick yours in dry like you did Jamie!” Chris chided his mother as he put the enema tube into her waiting, sore sphincter.

“You'll do this every day, so it should cut down on the amount of shit that you two pump out of those fat asses of yours. You'll take turns being the caboose at the rear though, so mom won't be the one with pussy in her face EVERY TIME” Chris smiled before humming the jeopardy thinking music. “Dun-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh, nuh-nuh. Nuh! Nuh-nuh, nuh. Nuh” forcing everyone into a light hearted chuckle.

Once the warm tap water had disappeared from the bottle into their asses Bill asked “Jamie, is this your first enema?”

“Yes Sir?” wondering why he thought she'd ever do it.

“Does it surprise you that your Mom made us take one everyday too?” he asked

Wendy offered “Well in my defense, your brother was constipated from a lot of cheese he had eaten, and then once it started” still balancing the empty plastic on her nose “I got caught up in it, thinking they'd lose some weight. I didn't make them do it on nose to butts like this though.”

“Well you probably should have” Bill answered. “It's hilarious from where I am standing.”

“I am sure it is, Sir. I feel very uh...full. Are we supposed to go in the kitty litter?”

“Whoever can hold her shit longest, gets a star” Chris issued a challenge “Go ahead and stand in the shower” Jamie and Wendy picked themselves up slowly, feeling a cramping in their stomach like they were both about to have a massive bowel movement right then.

“Let me say, that means at least holding it in for another five minutes from now though.” adding another condition to his game.

Wendy stood in the shower, bent slightly forward. She felt all her skin stretching, as if the enema water inside her body had made it tighter. She walked gingerly around the walk-in shower with the cold water hitting her titties and the rest of her body. Her daughter got in with her and the two of them tried to hold it as long as they could. At one point, Wendy even pounded her fists in agony on the shower wall.

Then she squeezed her eyes shut and heard the burpy sounded of an enema bursting forth. She tried to angle her butt to face the drain and could no more stop once it started than she could have changed the course of the wind. 

Chris laughed at the slightly brown water hitting the drain.

Jamie was next. She was more careful, hovering right over the drain. This time it came out slightly chunky.

“Gross, I think  see a peanut in there! No wonder you seldom have to shit, you were blocked Sis!”

Jamie just closed her eyes, and ignored the world, issuing a full release out of her pink, tight asshole into the shower. The two felt like they had just lost five pounds. Emotionally drained from the day, they both wanted to pass out.

“A mere two minutes and thirty seconds, nice try, but neither of you get the star”. They could care less at the moment. They were both feeling woozy, stomach upset from what they just did.

“Go ahead step out of the shower, and you can have something to drink?”

“From my enema bottle, I assume?” Wendy asked  resuming a playful expression.

“No, neither of you have possessions, they are our enema bottles. I am not sure who used this one last, probably Jamie.” as Bill stuck the refilled enema nozzle in his wife's mouth shutting her up.

After the two had finished their water, they were expected to shave each other with mirrors and warm water, brush teeth, straighten hair, apply makeup, paint their nails, and in general this process was very much as it always had been for them. With the exception that Bill and Chris were hanging around teasing them while they did it fully nude together.

“Almost date night!” Bill rubbed his hands together maniacally. “Jamie's date will be here first, then you and I can go out, my dear and meet some people who will be really happy to see you!”

Wendy smiled coyly narrowing her eyes in a funny but sarcastic look that seemed to say  “Oh joy!”

“Who am I going out with, Sir?” Jamie asked, looking at least two years older with her hair done perfectly, and her face made up.

“That is a surprise, your brother set it all up, so I'll let him drive how things go.” turning to Chris “Should her date pick her clothes, or should we pick for her?”

“Oh we can be nice, lets pick for him. He may not understand all this. We'll have her come down the stairwell, so he'll be excited, like on prom night.”

“Yeah but this is just a regular Sunday, you want her to be dressed for prom?”

“Oh hell no” throwing a black denim mini skirt, a cherry red half shirt, and some ugly, used gold 4 inch heels with ankle straps at his sister. “Here, you can wear these until he gets here. Go put them on in the slave pit”  (The “slave pit” being her nearly emptied room).

Wendy was waiting at attention, shivering in the ever-cold living room. “Sirs?” after Jamie had gone to her room to put on the trailer-skank costume she'd been given.

“Yes, bitch?” Bill replied.

“I know we were hard on you, and I know we've got two weeks of whats coming to us. I just wanted to ask though if you would consider that Jamie hasn't had any experience dating, and this boy may think from how she dresses and acts, she will have sex with him.”

“When Jamie gave me to her friend at Baby's us, were you worried I'd get taken advantage of?” Chris asked and before his mom answered “Think hard, because in case you hadn't noticed your fatso son has never been on a date either.”

“No, I've noticed Chris. I guess because she was a very attractive cheerleader, I thought maybe you'd like to be the object of her attention?” Wendy really hadn't thought about it until he brought it up how that must sound.

“So if her date turns out to be real handsome, and popular should Jamie like to be the object of his attention?”

“Well ordinarily, I'd say yes, but I guess not dressed like a slut” Wendy smiled.

“Mom, Cathy Griffin made me moo like a cow, baaa like a sheep, and stick light bulbs that I was supposed to stock in my butt.”

“I didn't know about all that, Sir. I promise you, I had no intention for that to happen to you.”

Bill interrupted “Well, that is the difference. We have thought about the date. We ARE going to lay out the ground rules. She won't have to do any of the things Chris did, at least as long as she cooperates with us” Bill said grinning. “I could change my mind, if you two start to hem and haw like old biddies”

“I said my piece on the matter, Sir. Where would you like me to be, when her date arrives”

“Whats wrong with right where you are standing?”

“Other than it's the living room, and I am naked?” Wendy responded spryly.

“Okay, you can go sit at the kitchen table for now. I need you to write up some signs for the garage door, the front door and the back door, actually.” Bill was talking about one of the warning signs from “Bill's Bill” that was supposed to warn people that the women of the house were submissive in nature.

“Then you can start to rewrite my rules, on the computer.” Wendy smiled, sitting down in a chair and typing on a computer didn't seem so bad. Even if she had to do it in the nude.

“Thank you Sir!”

After she went into the kitchen to get some construction paper and make some sort of sign, Bill smiled at his son.

“She acts like she just pulled something over on me. Just because I am not making her do something heinous, by comparison making a sign warning people she is kept naked and submissive seems like cake to her.”

“Yah, it's all relative, Dad”

“Relative how?”

“Relative, like my mom and my sister...” Chris made a pun, and they both laughed.

“Bro's before ho's!” they both agreed and gave each other a congratulatory fist bump.