The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-one

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 4

Bill texted to his son “HI, SRY ABOUT EARLIER, HAVE FUN W/JAMIE T-DAY, PLZ GIVE HER AFFIRMATIONS ON BUS, L8R G8R” with his new phone.

“Isn’t technology great” Bill smiled to himself as he drove his wife to work, giving her his own special set of affirmation questions along the way.

Meanwhile.....

The bus stop itself was a quiet affair. It wasn’t loud, just some kids all standing around on a nice pristine morning waiting for their bus, blissfully unaware that Jamie was being marched to the bus stop, high stepping with her brother behind her swatting her ass as she carried his books, their lunches and a wadded up pair of panties.

They couldn’t see or couldn’t tell, because he was walking behind her and he stopped once they got close to check his phone for a new text message. He assumed it would be Gerald to talk about the night before.

Instead, it was his father’s text. Chris was trying to figure it out “Later Gator? Who says Later Gator?” he asked out loud to no one in particular.

“Sorry, Sir?” Jamie asked her brother about ten feet away from where the other kids were standing waiting for the bus.

“Dad, just wanted us to do the affirmations, I am trying to think of some. Stuff to remind you of your place”

Jamie knew that the affirmations grew out of some of her and her mother’s attempts to get her brother and father to accept responsibility for what they were, and how they acted, and to start thinking about what they were doing, but they had perverted them into mean spirited, degrading pep talks of sorts.

“Could we do them, here before we get to the bus stop?” she pleaded.

“Ooh Mrs Poutylip afraid everyone at the bus stop will hear her admit she is a little snot?” Chris teased.

“Yes Sir” she admitted readily.

“Fine, you can either do them at the bus stop for one minute, or you can stand here with me right until the Bus comes and keep your hands behind your head the entire time.”

“You won’t call everyone over to watch?” Jamie pleaded.

“I like your ideas, sis!” he grinned, but then agreed adding “If they walk over, I can’t be responsible for shooing them away”.

Without further discussion, she set her books and bags on the sidewalk, put her hands behind her head, with elbows out and said “I am ready for my morning affirmations, Sir”.

“Are you going to be an obedient slut, sis?”

“I will try, sir”

“Try isn’t good enough, only do” he made a Yoda voice from star wars, something Jamie didn’t recognize. She just nodded.

“Why weren’t you permitted to wear panties today?”

“Panties are for good girls, My mother and I were rotten, mean spirited, selfish girls, who did not appreciate the privileges we had, we took them for granted, and we took the men of the house for granted. So now we are learning humility, and dressing to amuse our betters”.

“I would have also accepted, that you are a naughty stuck-up priss, who is going to be taken down a notch” Chris said self-satisfied. He asked “How was your date night last night with Gerald?”

“Gerald was a perfect gentleman, I was attentive to his needs and interests, and behaved for him, Sir.”

“Why did I have to punish you last night, then?”

“When Gerald was kissing me good night on the stoop, he tried to finger my pussy and I shoved him away, Sir.”

“It’s called a cunt, when you say it.” He reminded her. “Was my punishment fair, and will you do it again?”

“I won’t raise my hand to Gerald again, Sir. It was wrong of me to be cruel to him. Your spanking me in front of him, and making me offer to let him finger me again, taught me to be more generous to my dates, Sir. Thank you. It isn’t like a little finger play would get me pregnant. It was very selfish of me, Sir.”

“It was cute watching you masturbate for an hour in the living room, while we played LA Noire on the Xbox, what was it you said when he left?”

“I believe it was, Thank you Gerald, for watching me play with my disgusting cunt, and be a table for you and my brother after our date, you are helping me to learn my place, by treating me this way. Thank you for your vigilance and honesty reporting my behavior tonight, Sir”

“Yes, that was really good. Laid it on nice and thick, Sis. The question is, do you believe it? Do you really appreciate this?” he said lifting up her skirt slightly in the front and letting it drop.

“I…I don’t know, Sir” Jamie admitted.

“In other words, you were telling him what he wanted to hear, so you wouldn’t be punished further. Always the pleaser, wanting to make everyone happy.” Chris became cynical and asked “Did you see mom’s piercing?”

“Yes Sir, one each on her nipples, and a hoop in her cunt, I had to shave and wash her today.”

He was about to ask what she thought about it when the bus came pulling up, the familiar sound of it’s break and the door being swooshed open for the passengers. No one paid them any mind as they made their way on at the back of the line.

Jamie hadn’t had to ride the school bus since middle school. When you are a cute, perky blonde girl, it just seems people are willing to give you a ride to school. This wasn’t true for Chris who had patiently slogged his way to school every day on the bus every day of his school career.

Each step down the bus aisle was another humiliating bump for Jamie, as her hips accidentally brushed up against a head, or a hand, or a face, or a bag. The bus was crowded, Cherrylawn is a big school and most seats were full, they’d be luck to find one together.

Jamie finally found a seat, a nice boy had moved for her to sit next to him. Why wouldn’t he? After all, she was hot, and she was dressed like a slut.

Chris tapped her on the shoulder “Not enough seats, here let me sit down, and you can sit on my lap.”

Jamie knew better than to roll her eyes, she fought the urge.

“Would you like to sit on Jeffery’s lap instead?” he offered the boy who had made the space in the first place

“What ever you’d prefer” she added a very light “Sir” enough to satisfy Chris, as he sat down and clapped his hands on his thighs like calling to a puppy, to indicate he wanted her on his lap.

The bus ride to school was bumpy, each bump she could feel her brothers hard on underneath her skirt. Having lived through the last two days, it really wasn’t the creepiest thing, even though two days ago it would have been the worst thing ever to endure.

Cherrylawn it should be said is a mega-school. It has 5,000 students, classrooms of 60-90, and while teachers have guidelines on dress codes, behavior, abuse, it is simply too big of a school for the existing staff to enforce everything. Some rules are simply overlooked.

Kids with pants pulled down, and very long t-shirts, ball-caps flipped to one side, inappropriate t-shirts, girls with ripped jeans, whale tails (thong panties pulled up and visible out of their low-rise jeans), or short skirts and even shorter denim shorts.

Some teachers will try to pull a hat off a student’s head, or take issue with particularly flagrant violations in their own classrooms, but that was mostly at the start of the school year. At this point, mid-year the teachers have become more beat down by budgets, merit pay issues, class room ratings, curriculum changes, mandatory facilities utilization meetings, reports, that some of the minor discipline things just go unnoticed. These students will soon be adults, trying to worry about whether they have a hat on or not, just doesn’t seem that important. Especially, since when they get to the malls and their homes, they’ll just do it there.

What they’d wear to the beach, or the pool is skimpier than anything they’d see in the school halls. The cheerleader’s skirts are actually shorter than the dress code permits skirts to be, no one has said a word about it in years. The parents, the faculty, the students, no one simply has the time or patience to worry about these things.

Educators are trained to look for abuse and they’d have to report it if they hear about it. If one of them caught Chris spanking his sister’s ass, or saw some of the bruises on her body, that may set off alarms. Bill and Chris were counting on the fact that the school is just too big, and Jamie’s reputation as a goodie two-shoes would also insulate her from any scrutiny. Simply put, no one would probably believe she was living this way, and that is what Chris and Bill were counting on to have their fun with her.

Jamie didn’t have many classes with Chris, she was in mostly honors classes and Chris was a full-time slacker who took the easiest courses he could get. So once they were let off the Bus, Chris asked her “Do you have to pee?”

“You know that I do…Sir” she said trying to sound polite and downplay the sir, since she was well aware other students could probably overhear her leaving the bus. Granted, most of them had on iPods and were in their own little worlds, having their own conversations.

“Since you said it like that, you can wait until second period. Take a video of the piss dribbling and send it to me. If the time stamp doesn’t match, I’ll know. You can’t use that as a time to masturbate though. You’ll have to find some other time”

Chris handed her a sheet of paper. It was his locker combination, and a detailed schedule and map of the school. There were four points in the day when she was to “rendezvous” with him, and bring him certain books from his locker and she had to sit with him at lunch. She wasn’t even aware they had the same lunch period, she hated to admit it but the thought of sitting with her brother for lunch had simply never occurred to her.

“Wow, this is very detailed, Sir” she said admiring his organized plan of where to be, and what to bring.

“Yeah, I am not a full retard, have fun!” he smiled as he reached up and playfully twisted her nipple through her shirt making Jamie painfully aware of the fact that without a bra she was somewhat vulnerable. Given the morning chaos of hundreds of kids trying to make their way to their morning activities no one seemed to notice that he had “yoinked” her titty.

“Oh and don’t forget, call every teacher and student Sir or Ma’am, and you may be tested through out the day. Be really good and amusing and you get more stars.” He called back as if he didn’t care if anyone overheard him. (Which he didn’t).

Once she watched him shuffle away to whatever nerdy activity he had in the morning, she started to walk to her own homeroom. She usually rode with some cheerleaders and a few cute guys, and hung out with them. She wasn’t particularly excited about the prospect of talking to them, as they had all been at the party last Friday when her and her mom had abruptly come out in skimpy bikinis to be ‘bartenders’.

She was expecting to hear some jeers from some fellow students, but no one seemed to have time or interest in mocking her. Her life up until today had been fairly simple. As a popular girl, she didn’t generally even take the time to look at people as they passed by. She ignored the stares of nerdy dweeby boys who were checking her out, it was just something she had gotten used too and considered ’background noise’.

Now every time she turned down a corridor she was scanning faces for maleficent and disapproving expressions. She was trying to over hear conversations wondering if people were talking about her. To her surprise no one was. She smiled as she entered homeroom, maybe school would actually not be that bad.

A few private moments on camera, and eating a cruddy lunch, compared to things around the house, this was a treat.

Then she sat down at her desk and saw that Cathy Griffin, one of her friends from cheerleading was smiling at her.

“Nice collar” she noted of the tiny cat collar around Jamie’s neck. Cathy and her brothers had set into motion all the humiliations that followed that Friday. So the comment was meant to toy with Jamie. Jamie just glared at her.

“Oh, you mad?” Cathy asked playfully “Cat got your tongue?”

“No Ma’am, you know why I have it on.” Jamie said curtly. Homeroom wasn’t really a class as much as it was a free study period after attendance for them. They could hold the conversation in hushed tones and no one was the wiser.

“Ooh, they got you saying Ma’am, I bet you don’t have on panties or a bra?” Cathy asked with a knowing look.

“Yes Ma’am, I don’t, but I don’t really want to talk to you, after what your brothers did, I could get in a lot of trouble. They basically wrecked my Mom’s convertible, all to play a game”. Jamie was referring to the fact that her brother’s had not only engineered a car accident, but then filmed Jamie leaving the scene of the accident, because they had told her they would make it look like auto theft, when in fact they had made it look like she was in collusion to defraud the insurance company.

“Okay, and I don’t blame you. It’s just this is so delicious, you were always such a goody two-shoes.” Cathy said like the cat that ate the canary.

“Well, I am not so goody two shoes now, Ma’am” Jamie hated to call her friend Ma’am, but she was also a rule-follower and she was going to try to adhere to the expectations.

“Why don’t you sit with your legs spread apart wide enough that the teacher could see your cooch, if he walked past?” Cathy asked her.

“Because, that isn’t one of my orders, Ma‘am” Jamie said feeling like one of those Vulcan’s on star trek, answering very mechanically.

“Would you like me to tell your brother you were a bad girl in homeroom?”

“You could, whether I do what you say or not, Ma‘am” Jamie was trying to keep the emotion out of her voice, but she was starting to sound a little cynical.

“Yes, and I could probably come up with a lot of rules that he would probably like and never thought of to suggest, so if you don’t want me too, I suggest you flash the beav’ to Mr Love. You can tell him you weren’t aware you were sitting that way if he asks you to stop.”

Biting her lip, Jamie spread her legs apart in her chair to the point if any one looked, they could clearly see up her short skirt.

Cathy got up to sharpen her pencil, dropped it right in front of Jamie’s desk and took her time looking up her friend’s skirt as she rose. She had seen Jamie in the showers, and back at the party, and at sleepovers, there had never been any sign that Cathy was some sort of lesbian. It was making Jamie uncomfortable, but she kept her knees apart.

Jamie smiled as she sat down, a wickedly innocent smile. “Oh Mr. Love will love this, you will just have to stay that way everyday. How long did you agree to do this for?” Jamie asked as if this sort of arrangement were totally normal to her.

“It’s supposed to be two weeks, but they have us earning gold stars, once we reach 100 each, we are done. It’s complicated” Jamie said.

“Hah, you didn’t call me Ma’am” Cathy snapped, but in an amused “gotcha” kind of way.

“You can tell my brother I was a ‘bad girl;, whether I was or wasn’t, what is the point?” Jamie asked.

“Well, if you want my help, you’ll be a good girl, a VERY good girl. I’ve been exactly where you are, most of the other cheerleaders have too. Why do you think we posed nude for your dad? He was paying like twenty bucks a session. He had no idea, but we were put up to answering his Craig list ad.” Cathy informed her.

“You don’t seem very helpful, Ma’am” Jamie went back to acknowledging her title, but remained skeptical.

“No, and I don’t blame you for being wary of what I am telling you. You don’t want to be blackmailed by a second party, while you are being blackmailed by your dad and your brother.” she giggled.

“Could you keep it down, Ma’am?” Jamie whispered cautioning her friend.

“Oh, none of them ever pay attention to morning gossip, and chit-chat. Besides, some of the girls in this room have been blackmailed too.” She indicated some of the prettier girls.

Jamie didn’t want to believe it, it was far too implausible. Then again, Cathy had shown up with her brothers who had this elaborate amount of dirt on her mom, so she couldn’t dismiss it as completely untrue.

“Some girls you think are the sluttiest tramps, just doing it for attention or actually good girls like you, who are doing it because the consequences of not doing it are far worse.” Cathy said confidently. “You see them smile, but they know if they look miserable the way you are right now, they’ll get the cane to their backside”

This was a hint for Jamie to sit up and smile, which she took. She noticed Mr Love wasn’t looking up her skirt. The homeroom teacher though could have seen the way she was sitting at least a dozen times since her conversation began and had said nothing.

“Some of the teachers have gotten used to seeing girls shooting crotch shots at them, they tell themselves it’s a girl with a teacher’s crush on them, most likely. That feeds the ego of old men, that a pretty little thing like us is interested in them and couldn’t get a handsome guy our own age if we wanted too.” Cathy explained when she noticed Jamie was focused on Mr. Love.

“Some of the teachers are dirty old men, who probably started this job for all the right reasons, but working day in and day out with hot young girls, sporting sweater meat, and cute butts, has broken down their willpower. They think they are alone in their obsessions, that none of us see their glances at our dropping our pens, or cheerleader routines. They just have been to embarrassed to admit it to other like minded teachers on the off-chance they’d be found out. There is such a taboo about appreciating teenage beauty. You can only do it, if you don’t admit we have pussies, butts and boobs, I guess. I blame the show to Catch a Predator.” she laughed

“If you watch old movies from the 1980s, the hot over-sexed chick drives up in the Porsche and the teenage boys pile in and drive off with her. It wasn’t always as taboo as it is now to admit you like teenage girls.” Cathy smiled while offering her explanation. “Ever watch National Lampoon’s Vacation? They are visiting their cousins and she brags ‘I am going steady, and I FRENCH kiss’ and her cousin says ‘So, everyone does that’. Then the cousin says ‘Yeah, but Daddy says I am the best at it.” It used to be humorous.

“Well it’s creepy now, Ma’am” Jamie shuddered, she hadn’t seen the movie but that didn’t sound funny to her.

“True, have you french kissed your dad or Chris yet?”

“No, Ma’am” Jamie was looking at her books, no longer making eye contact with Cathy.

“Why don’t I believe that?” Cathy asked rhetorically “Did you have to French kiss your mom, then?”

There was a pregnant pause before Cathy said “Okay, I’ll put that down as a check in the yes column. That is pretty awesome, your Mom is hot.” Cathy smiled “Although you are definitely hotter, more fit, cuter.”

Jamie looked back up and scrunched her nose, but caught herself before she made the ‘duck lip’ kissy face she used to make before this began. She had been punished at home for that several times in the past weekend and she instinctively stopped before she did.

“Hey, the thing about the stars thing, is this works to your advantage, but if you play it wrong, it works to your disadvantage.” Cathy changed the subject.

Jamie clearly didn’t understand, so Cathy explained “Well, you are obviously hotter than your mom, and so if you finish early, because you earned the stars. I am assuming for being a good little tramp, and amusing them, doing little contests and dares? Then your Mom will be stuck doing this alone. I am guessing with your Dad and brother double-teaming her, it will be hell on her. You will probably have to purposely throw a few contests, so your Mom wins. Otherwise you two won‘t finish at the same time”

“I just want it to be done and over as quickly as possible, Ma’am!”

“Oh poor naïve, Jamie. You are so adorable, bless your heart” Cathy’s condescending tone was unmistakable. “You really think you want to sit at the dining room table, while your Mom finishes up her time? Unless I miss my guess, the contests they will give you are competitive, they won’t be as interested in giving her stars to compete against herself, she’d always win. Aren’t you going to feel guilty with her doing their bidding, while you are treated like normal?”

There was another pause as Jamie thought. Cathy continued “Oh I see, what it is”. Cathy seemed to be sizing her up. “You have Electra complex”

Seeing that Jamie didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, Cathy explained. “I’ll save you a trip out to Wikipedia, basically it’s that you compete with your mother, for attention and approval with the males of the family. Cathy used her phone to bring it up on Wikipedia anyway and told Jamie to read:

“If sexual competition for the opposite-sex parent is unresolved, a phallic-stage fixation might arise, leading a girl to become a woman who continually strives to dominate men “

That was one of the lines from the text.

“Sound familiar? Didn’t you guy’s ‘accidentally’ dominate Chris and your dad?” Cathy put the emphasis on ‘accidental’ as if to say she didn’t believe that to be true.

“It just got out of hand”

“No sweet child, you don’t strip them naked and have them dance around the house on ‘oopsies’.” Cathy corrected. “You had dominated them long before the sexuality entered into it. They are complete losers, without any direction. That doesn’t happen by accident around strong women. Look, I am no Tyra or Oprah, or even Doctor Phil. I am just saying, that you two had a hand in helping them accept the second-class roles before things got as weird as they did.” Cathy let that sink in.

“Okay, and now My mom and I are paying the price for it, Ma’am” Jamie said a little more assertively than her tone earlier in the conversation.

“Yes, you are, and I applaud you for that. My brothers have humiliated me in ways you can’t even imagine. I don’t know that I would be as brave as you are about agreeing to everything, but then my Brothers are probably harder than your Dad and Chris”.

Jamie felt oddly offended, as if her agony and torment weren’t all that bad. It had been torture. She wanted to tell her about the pussy spankings, and how the neighbor had been invited over, and the peeping toms in the backyard and the hotdog feedings, and the kitty litter, but at the same time she felt Cathy would only gloat and ‘top her’.

Jamie knew Cathy had always since she was a little girl on sleepovers in elementary school been a ‘topper’. If you said you went to Epcot and visited the French section, she’d tell you how she went to France. If you said you found twenty dollars, she was given a hundred dollars. You have a story, she topped it. It was her nature it seemed.

“Well, if you hated it so much, why were you so happy to humiliate Chris when I brought him to where you work, Ma‘am?” Jamie asked.

“Oh, payback is fun. You had delivered into my lap a doughy, little lost fatboy and I have to admit, I really enjoyed that day, did he tell you everything I had him do? It was twisted.” Cathy said pridefully.

“No, he gave me the highlights though.” Jamie admitted. “I’ve grown up with you, we’ve been going to the same schools since 1^st grade, most of the other cheerleaders too. Why are you so pleased that I’ve fallen so low, Ma‘am?” Jamie asked.

At that moment, Mr Love looked up and cleared his throat, he looked right at her crotch.

Jamie at first thought he was subtly hinting she should close her legs, but she realized she had while talking slowly moved her knees back together. Was this pervert hinting he wanted to see more? She was disgusted with the thought, or was he just clearing his throat?

She pulled her knees apart wider, and tested the look on his face. She scanned his expression, noticing his glasses, beard, dark hair and wondered why she had never really looked at him before. She had seen him, but never really spent any time ‘looking’ at him and his features. She drank him in, but nothing in his demeanor changed when she spread her legs back apart. Was he a good actor? Was her mind playing tricks on her.

The bell rang and it was time for her next class.

Cathy stood up to walk with her “Okay, here is the deal. I will help you, but you have to accept all of my advice. You can’t fight me on any of this. You can’t do half-steps. I am going to go to your brother, and tell him since you aren’t in classes with him, I’ll agree to supervise you. That means at times, I am going to be cruel and I won’t kid you, I am going to have fun with it. Do this, and I will help you get through this. I’ve been where you are.”

“I’ve no reason to trust you” Jamie said while fingering her phone and dancing her feet a little awkwardly. “I really need to go to the bathroom now, Ma‘am”

“They want you to film it, don’t they?”

There was another pause, before Jamie brushed past and said “I’ll think about it, Ma’am” hurrying to the restrooms to empty her bladder and find a way to take video of it for her brother.