The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty
“The scramble left her tight end wide open”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Friday Night detailing the events of approximately 7pm when she got in the truck with Buford to be transported to her ‘Cunt Stunt’. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

My mom and I were being separated in two different cars. She was going with some strange little man with beady eyes and I was in the truck with Buford. He had an endearing quality to him. I kind of wish I could see life through his simple eyes.

At sixteen you are supposed to be uncomplicated I think. Things felt a whole lot more complicated. I could act like a blonde bimbo slut and pretend nothing bothered me as I had been for most of the day, or I could find a way to deal with the hole I continued to dig for myself. I had better make my mind up soon.

When we got into the back of the truck, my brother ordered me to get down on all fours and keep my nose right above that awful cup of my piss and shit.

I wished my mom was with me, she made these awful times more bearable doing them with me. We could even laugh about it as strange as that sounds.

Buford took the same ‘table’ position I did, on all fours. I tried to explain he probably didn’t have to stay on all fours like me. He couldn’t hear me over the sound of the wind buffeting us in the truck. He just smiled and gave me his creepy goo-goo eyes when I tried to tell him, so I gave up.

When we finally did stop at a red light he said “You know I may be dirty and smelly,” He said with a smirk. “But in the dark, I am just smelly.”

I have to admit that joke did help me laugh and not think too much about what I had agreed to do at the pep rally. I secretly wondered if I hadn’t been so pretty, would anyone have taken an interest in training me this way? It is kind of a curse.

I suppose if I were ugly, really ugly, I would probably have a good counter argument to that sentiment.

Buford asked me a few other questions on the way to the pep rally but they weren’t worth keeping track of. He seemed to be fascinated with my life and any answer I gave him caused him to overreact with joy. I almost offered to suck his cock just to get him to be quiet.

When we pulled into the high school parking lot the game was already started. It was dark and the parking lot was full. Almost anyone who was anybody at all, was at this game. This wasn’t a championship game, but it is always a big deal when we face off against our traditional rivals at Union County.

“Here throw on your uniform.” My brother tossed my cheer leading uniform at me when they stopped. I wanted to ask why he hadn’t let me change into it in the truck on the way, but I thought better of it. I am supposed to be the submissive one.

“Thank you Sir.” I was used to undressing quickly now, and it was dark. Buford was the only one who watched me take everything off and change. My brother and dad had seen it enough that they obviously didn’t feel it warranted their special attention.

I smiled at my lone audience of one. That seemed to make Buford feel special. I don’t want to sound like an attention whore but the way he marveled at my body when I changed made me feel special too. I know he is half crazy and he would probably marvel at how I spread mayonnaise on a sandwich but it felt good to be looked at with such adoring fascination for a change.

“If you wear that chastity belt under your skirt, people will see it when you jump around.” Buford told me something I already knew.

“I suppose it is better than wearing nothing at all under my skirt, Sir,” I said in my usual chipper/look on the bright side tone.

“Not for me. I’d rather see you cheer completely naked.”

“Stick around, you may just get your wish, Sir.” I promised with a wink and reported to my Dad and brother.

Chris offered him some black latex paint he had bought from the porn store. “Would you like to cover the shiny stainless on my sister’s chastity belt in black latex?”

“I thought you would never ask!” Buford acted like this was a very reasonable and ordinary request. I smiled and lifted my skirt for him as he applied a coat of liquid latex to my chastity belt.

“Thank you Sir, what did I do to deserve such modesty?” I asked my brother about his sudden generosity. I had assumed he would want people to know I wear a chastity belt.

“Just get out there and break a leg, Sis.”

“Oh don’t do that! I broke both of my legs! Seven times.” Buford looked up at me with his fingers still coated in latex, his face deadly serious.

“I’ll try not to, Sir.” I knew he was also playing with my ass cheeks while he applied the latex. I just made a cute face and tried to get more into my bubble-headed, overly positive cheerleading persona, and shut down my higher thought processes as much as possible.

The game was already in the 2^nd quarter. Someone on the Union County Rams had just caught a short pass and ran into the end zone.

“Oooh, He had to stretch to get it in.” the announcer said over the P.A.

I had never noticed how much of a double entendre’ some of the football jargon really was. That or after a week of serving this way my mind was in the gutter.

I raced out onto sidelines where the other cheerleaders were. My coach didn’t expect to see me. “If you don’t feel good, you should go home.” She made me feel really rotten about lying about stomach cramps to get out of the pep rally. She was treating me like some kind of valiant heroine who tries to participate even though she is sick.

‘Sick in the head.’ I thought.

The rams lined up for the Kickoff. The kick was fielded by none other than #31 Dave Stravosky. The crowd cheered as he returned the kick 17 yards before being tackled.

“He found a hole and slid through it!” The voice on the P.A. boomed.

I could see my Dad and Chris watching the game with Buford out in the stands. This would be the first time in years anyone from my family came to watch. My dad is a football fan but he only likes professional ball. I am sure he would have come if Chris played, but most people don’t see cheerleading as a sport.

Chris hates sports in general and my mom was wrapped up with work or her own exercise to worry too much about me. She used to come with me when I was a little girl, but eventually she hooked up with a carpool of other mothers and just became too busy.

What a surprise that they finally come for my final game. Whatever happened tonight I planned to hang up the pom-poms for good. There were a lot of other things I needed to focus on and I could see that everyone in the family would be too. I am sure my Mom would have been here instead of on her date. I wondered who she was with. I had my own ideas about who was the most handsy and took advantage of my powerlessness the most. I’d have to compare notes after I finished.

We were doing an ‘Around the world jump’. I know this routine like the back of my hand so it is easy for me to just insert myself into the routine cold. The first step is to make a high V with your hands over your head.

In the crowd there is a mixture of apathy, disgusting leers, and people who are trying to watch the game. You get used to ignoring the negativity and keep a big happy smile on your face like this is the greatest thing in the world. I could see Buford in the stands trying to follow along and my Dad looking embarrassed sitting next to him.

We are taught to use crisp, sharp motions that are slightly exaggerated in how we perform our routines. That has served me well in learning my discipline and inspection positions at home. I have to keep excellent posture and not arch my back as I submit to one of the two male cheerleaders holding me by the hips with his hands as I stand on my tip toes.

These guys are handsome but thoroughly gay. It is almost a requirement to touch cheerleader flesh and not make it about sex.

I couldn’t help but feel goose bumps as I did the wind up. I bent at the knees and crossed my arms downward into the “X” position in front of my knees.

Swinging my arms, I backed and up into a “V” position and made my jump. First I had to keep my legs together (That is a first, right?). Then I pull them straight out in front of me in a 90 degree angle, before bringing them up to my chest as high as I can. At the same time I lean my upper body forward and reach to my toes pointed straight up.

I had this irrational fear that the stadium would erupt in a panic once they saw me spread my legs for the jump and could see I had on a chastity belt as I rotated my hips. It was over so fast, I probably could have done it with nothing underneath the skirt and no one would be the wiser.

Buford would know. I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me down on the sidelines.

Once I finished rotating my hips to bring my legs parallel to the ground in a “V” position, I swung my arms into a “T”. Then I bent at the knees to soften my landing. As a finishing touch I pulled my arms towards me and then straightened up to clap.

“Let’s Go Trojans, Here we go Trojans!” we chanted during the part we get to free style kick and encourage the crowd.

The audience stood up and cheered, and I wondered if my chastity belt had suddenly dropped around my knees.

Silly girl, they were cheering for the football game behind me. Noah #28 had just caught a 27 yard pass to move the ball down field a little further.

“Oooh, he’s got good hands!” The announcer said.

I had to laugh. I haven’t had his hands around me, but I would take the announcers word for it.

It would be half time soon and we cheer until the very last minute. There is a small window of opportunity when the marching band comes on to the field for us to prepare for whatever half-time skit or stunt we have going on. The players take breaks, but we girls just keep on going like the energizer bunny, dancing around all night.

On the next play there was a penalty thrown, someone got hurt. I couldn’t tell if it was one of ours or one of theirs.

“Oooh, The hole closed on him before he could penetrate it. He is going to feel that one tomorrow!” the announcer said in his deep announcer voice.

When he said, “Feel that one tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts. Images in my head of holes closing and football player feel ups were clouding my ability to concentrate on the game.

Some schools have the cheerleaders continue to prance around when there is a player injury to keep people’s minds off the fact some young buck has probably just had his football career ended with a shattered knee or ankle or some sort of bone.

I am thankful ours doesn’t make us do that, because I hate to face out to the crowd and see the look of concern on everyone’s face while I try to pretend I am a blonde bimbo who doesn’t know someone just got severely hurt in a game.

Mistress wasn’t interested in scolding me for being late to the game. I was surprised at first that she didn’t have some vile insult for me. She had her attention on Hope, another girl I had grown up with. We had done all the normal sleepover stuff, passed notes, played hopscotch.

She was very leggy and skinny, and she had one of those faces where you just wanted to ask, ‘Why aren’t you in New York working as a model?” to her.

“Hope the players brought over some Gatorade for you to drink.” Some of the girls looked horrified, some looked amused as Cathy offered a cup of yellow liquid to Hope.

“No, I’ve been drinking player piss all day, it’s sick. I am not playing your game anymore.” Hope had her hands on her hips, pouting daintily. She was so pretty even her hissy fits seemed adorable.

I wondered if mine were as cute. That would probably explain why I am rarely taken seriously when I get outraged.

“But if you get 12 of these Gatorades down, I’ll give you a star.” Cathy offered her patiently.

I had put together that Hope was caught up in one of Cathy’s blackmail webs already. I knew she was one of the ones coming to school without panties and I suspected it wasn’t from a sudden desire to ‘rebel’. I knew Hope was one of the good ones.

“I don’t’ care, you can put those stars right up your ass. I quit this silly game.” She knocked the ‘gatorade’ out of Cathy’s hand spilling it on her and dousing her hair and face with it.

Hope covered her hands with her mouth in the expression you do when you know you fucked up.

“That is going to cost you Hope, I am going to make sure your father’s business goes under unless you get a towel, wipe this off of me, and submit to 24 more glasses of Gatorade tonight. WITHOUT a star….” She was wiping the piss out of her eyes as she delivered her threat.

“Fuck no, I don’t care what you do to me. Leave my father out of it!” Hope declared. She was so petite that I was having a hard time taking her serious. The other girls were staying out of it. I don’t blame them. They may have ended up in Hope’s position by coming to her rescue.

To fans on the sidelines, if they noticed at all, it was just a tiff between two cheerleaders. They would assume it’s over some boyfriend or whatever shallow girls like us argue about. Almost everyone was watching as they carted off the young player on a stretcher.

“You haven’t even tasted white flavor Gatorade. You are going to love it. When we get back in the dressing room, let’s do an attitude adjustment, and talk about it.” There was a menacing air to how Cathy spoke to Hope.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Cathy had borrowed the concept of our ‘Affirmations’ and called them ‘Attitude Adjustments’. I was glad not to be the focus of Cathy’s attentions, but I felt terrible for Hope. I wanted to suggest she just grin and bear and get through it, but I didn’t know her story and what she was dealing with.

If she is drinking player’s piss on the sidelines, it’s probably a lot worse than what I consider an ordeal. I’ve had my lips around six dicks today and I already have a fairly good idea I am not going to enjoy piss if I end up having to do that too.

I guess it begs the question, who WOULD enjoy it?

Hope got back in line with the rest of us when they had cleared the injured player from the field and we continued cheering for the remainder of the quarter. I wondered how long had the humiliation and dare games been going on and why hadn’t I noticed it?

Maybe I had been so self-absorbed I simply didn’t notice the power-exchange and embarrassing dares. I was keenly aware of them now.

“The QB gets it off just in time….oh, and #82 could go all the way!” The announcer riled everyone up as one of our player’s scored a touchdown in the last remaining play of the quarter. The game was tied, and I could care less.

I would normally be riveted by such a close game. I had bigger things on my mind. It was time for our cool-down and my ‘cunt stunt’.

My Dad, Chris and Buford were coming down from the stands to meet me near the ‘Cheer station’, which was really a fancy word for a ‘small locker room’. I am told the player’s locker room is impressive and has all kinds of amenities. Ours is more of a glorified bathroom.

We hopped, skipped and clasped our way off the field giving the impression we are all happy go lucky girls trying to keep the team spirit going.

When I got to the cheer station I peeked inside to see if everyone was decent. I’d need to change for the stunt in there. I was planning to make a big speech about my goodbyes and why I am leaving cheerleading but I wasn’t the focus of anyone’s attention.

Hope was already naked and crying inside. She had her skirt pulled down around her ankles and her palms flat to the locker. Her ass cheeks were even more rosy red than mine were. Cathy was making her drink from a cup, “C’mon Pissy Missy, let’s see you chug. Think of it like a beer.”

The other girls were either smiling or looking down trying to keep a low profile afraid they may be next. I had never seen anyone haze another girl this openly before.

Hope was holding her lips puckered tightly like a change purse. She was moving her head out of the way of the lemony colored liquid as if to avoid it, but she kept her palms flat to the locker. I really couldn’t understand. To me either you resist it all or go with it. I couldn’t understand resisting half of what was happening to her but accepting the naked shame of standing up against the wall with tits, nose and palms pressed to the locker.

“You want to explain to your dad why he is losing his restaurant?” Cathy taunted her prey, following Hope’s head with the piss cup waiting for her to open her mouth to reply. “I can bring him in. Girl’s you don’t mind do you?”

“Actually, I wanted to bring in my Dad too, and my brother…” I said quietly. She was ignoring me, focused on Hope.

Cathy opened the heavy door to the cheer station and invited in Hope’s Dad. She saw my family and told them they can come see this too. “I think your daughter wants you. Come in, most of us are decent.”

Buford’s eyes bugged out and even my Dad and Chris were caught up in watching the train wreck unfold in front of us. It took almost five minutes, of Cathy teasing and tormenting Hope. She alternated between spanking her and trying to get her to consume a piss cup.

Her father watched and coaxed her. He WANTED her to continue with whatever game Cathy was playing. “Please, she is being very reasonable, honey. You’ve already come this far.”

“Dad do you like seeing me controlled and humiliated by my class mates?” Hope was in tears when she turned to her father, not trying to hide her nudity.

“No honey, it’s horrible.” There was something about how he answered that sounded like he didn’t really believe it.

My dad and Chris picked up on it too and they cleared their throat in a way that implied they were calling bullshit.

As if to answer their implications, Hope’s dad said, “If I could take your place, I would. You know I look lousy in a diaper.” His joke failed to cheer her up. He put his finger to her eyes to dry her tears. “If you just do what she says we get the pictures back.”

“This can’t be happening to me, Daddy!” She was on her knees at his feet crying.

“Oh stop your blubbering, it is happening. You think you are the only cunt who has ever suffered on this team? Almost everyone has had to do it. Even goody two-shoes Taylor is slave to her dad and brother, aren’t you sweet cheeks?” Cathy finally acknowledged me.

“Yes Mistress.” I said wanting to bring up my farewell speech, but the spotlight remained on Hope.

“Fuck you! Fuck ALL of you bitches! You stood by and let this happen to me!” Hope stood up pointing at everyone including me. I wasn’t sure how she thought I may have been in a position to help her. Her story and mine had never really collided.

She had gone from denial to anger in under 30 seconds flat. She had just as quickly moved on to bargaining.

“You can keep the pictures. You’ve got the money you made off of me. Can’t you let me go, please? I don’t want to do this anymore…puh-leeze….” She was begging. She was truly begging.

I took mental notes on how she behaved. Chris had expressed his disappointment before that me and my mother weren’t very convincing beggars. You really have to WANT something so bad, and feel you have no card left to play but to rely on the others pity. I think that is the key.

The other girls were either mocking how she said please or quietly looking at their shoes.

“Fine, I don’t give a shit anymore. Do whatever you want to me!” She sounded depressed and angry at the same time. I had never heard her cuss or sound so angry. It didn’t sound right coming from her pouty, pink lips. I suppose that is what people see when I do it.

Hope grabbed for her clothes to put them on but her father held them pleading with her. He didn’t say a word, but his face seemed to imply desperately, “Do this for me, baby.”

“Daddy, give me my clothes!”

Cathy only watched with arms folded. “You walk out that door, and you lose everything.”

“I GAIN everything!” She wrenched her shirt free and put it on. “Daddy, come on. Please, I want out.”

“Honey pot, this is a lot more complicated than you think. Mistress Griffin is being very fair.” He looked around nervously at the other cheerleaders and the guys when he said Mistress to see if they would be shocked he said it.

“Get on your hands and knees, and maybe Mistress will let you lick my dark brown butthole, piggy.” She said to Hope’s dad. He looked like the kind of silver-haired, portly gentlemen who would be a pillar of the community and serve on the school board or chamber of commerce.

Which is why it was unexpected when he said, “Come back, Hope, please?” as he got down on his hands and knees in his business suit on the dirty floor of the cheerleader’s changing room. “Yes Mistress”

His daughter left bottomless without looking behind her.

I was shocked her father didn’t run after her.

Mistress slapped his portly ass and said “A wallet? Hand that over. You know you are not supposed to have anything in your back pockets, Piggy.”

“Yes Mistress” he handed his wallet to her.

“She’ll be back. If she doesn’t, you will lose your home and your business. I’ve got a nice cage for you out in the woods. Would you prefer to live there, piggy?”

He sounded about as convincing as he did when he said he didn’t get off from watching his daughter participate in these perverted games when he begged to keep his old life. “No mistress, please. I want to keep serving you, but don’t take everything away.”

“What is it Taylor, you look like you are about to piss all over yourself if you don’t get to talk?” Cathy strutted around like she was a queen and everyone else knew it.

“Well, I wanted to say a few things. It is my last game.”

The reaction of the other girls on the squad was mostly one of surprise and encouragement to remain on the team. I was glad that they would miss me.

Cathy was the obvious exception.

“It is going to be hard to follow what just happened with Hope.”

“You need to say what you got to say, and make it snappy. We have to be back out on the field as soon as they finish Rock Me Amadeus.” The marching band was already butchering that old 1980s disco song. I think the 1980s was disco, right?

Anytime that comes on the radio my mom turns it off immediately. She used to anyway, before I wrecked her car.

“Just spit it out, Cunt.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I found that it was becoming second nature to ignore insults and be polite anyway.

I began to undress in front of the rest of the squad. We had seen each other naked dozens of times at away games and sleep overs. Most of us had grown up in the same neighborhood and even taken baths with each other when we were little. It is strange how puberty changes so much when you are teenagers.

Some of the girls who had grown up in our ‘clique’ who didn’t blossom into tall, beauties were simply excluded from the clique. I had a friend named Denise all through fifth grade and when she started to put on weight I could still see the pretty thin girl inside the fat body. It just seemed like Denise stopped getting invited to the same things I did and we stopped hanging in the same circle.

It might have seemed odd to be removing my clothes with my dad, Chris, Buford and Hope’s dad in the room, but given the tantrum we just watched when Hope melted down, no one seemed particularly concerned.

“As many of you have heard, I am owned by my father and brother, and they have put Mistress Griffin in charge of me at school.” I tried to clear my throat twice before I felt comfortable talking.

It didn’t help that Buford had begun air-guitaring Creedance Clearwater Revival’s Greatest Hits or whatever hippy-dippy, rock-a-billy tune that was in his head.

“You have all seen my tattoo” I turned around to show the letters. They couldn’t see the entire thing because my chastity belt covered the center. “It says ‘Whore’, because that is exactly what I am for now and until I earn my dignity back.” I was now completely naked except for my chastity belt, my cat collar and my heels. I was sitting down to unbuckle those so I would be barefoot.

“I can see from the looks on your faces, most of you aren’t shocked. You are the popular girls in the school and because you are pretty you have been able to either use your looks to get what you want and have power over others, or you have found clever people who wanted power over you.”

“Sir, will you apply the Trojan paint to my body?” I asked my brother, who offered to Bill and Chris some orange and black body paint and latex. They wasted no time in applying the school colors, focusing first on my boobs naturally.

“Some of you enjoy the thrill of dares and the humiliation, I think. Most of you don’t. You are afraid of what will happen to your reputation at school, and I don’t blame you. I was too. I still am.” I admitted truthfully. It was quiet enough you could hear only my voice and Buford’s faint humming of ‘Rock you like a Hurricane’.

“My brother has come up with a suitable cunt stunt for me to perform. That is because I accept that because I was born with one of these,” I knocked on the front of my chastity belt for dramatic effect “I am a cunt.”

“It isn’t just the fate of genetics. I am a cunt because I have ignored people, belittled them, thought myself better than them, and worst of all, worse than any of you who make no secret you enjoy doing it to people. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. That is how self-absorbed I was.”

I pulled my hair up in a ponytail so Buford could coat my neck in orange paint.

“I have been to cheer camp, girl scouts, dance performance, drama, music, horseback riding almost every sort of activity with most of you since I was a little girl, and I have always been treated like I was special because of my looks.”

Buford whistled, he was back to making sure I had enough paint on my butt cheeks.

“Sir, I think my butt is suitably covered, will you do my legs, please?” I asked him politely before continuing my speech.

“So tonight, I am going to go out on the field during half-time, and I am going to let the entire school see that I am a whore. I am going to show everyone that I've learned my lesson in humility and pridefulness that I deserve this fate. I’ll probably get kicked off cheer, possibly out of school.”

A few of my friends seemed concerned, but no one told me not to do it.

“I should have spent more time with my family. I should have spent more time being a teenage girl and getting to know the people I shared a house with. Instead, I rushed to extracurricular clubs, I spent more time on the yearbook than I did on defending my brother.”

I looked at my friends, “I had no idea how smart, kind, and funny he is.” I put my arm around him.

“Ah shucks,” He sounded like the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz trying to sound humble when someone flatters him. “You can butter me up, Sis but I am still going to punish you.”

“You should punish me, Sir. I have been a mean girl. So have every girl in this room, and you all know it. You have all made fun of Chris. Veronica, you were one of the worst.”

I looked right at my best friend. She was a raven haired photocopy of me with a cute face and slender build. She couldn’t return my gaze.

“I didn’t tell you to stop making fun of him, or tell you why you were wrong, and I accept the consequences of those actions. I am going to quit cheerleading for good. When I think back on my high school years, what was the benefit of prancing around at a game?”

“Veronica do you think one thing we have done out there has ever changed the score?”

She didn’t answer.

“That time we spend here, we don’t get back. We can’t get a time machine when we are working a full time job, raising a family of our own and return back to get to know our friends and family from those days.”

I could tell some of them didn’t care what I was saying and a few were really taking it to heart. I was almost fully painted from head to toe. It hadn’t taken them long to get me painted a patchwork of our school colors in orange and black.

“You are the popular girls at schools, not because you are a cheerleader. You are popular because of who you are. The fact that you are a cheerleader also is because that is what everyone expects popular girls to do with their time.”

My brother slid in something he had brought from home. It was a makeshift wooden pillory like the one I was in the night before at the fair. “It was the best I could do on short notice.”

It was just two pieces of wood with room for me to stick my head and hands through it. I let him put it over my head and handcuff me so that my wrists were locked together. The wood hadn’t been painted or stained to give it that old Medieval look like the one at the fair.

“I am sorry I didn’t have time to paint it, Sis.”

“No need to apologize to me, Sir. I am thankful you thought enough of me to make this for me to prove my obedience to you and Dad.” I left out the part where I was worried I’d get a splinter from the raw, untreated edges of the wood.

Rock me Amadeus with it’s repetitive ‘whoo, whee, whee, whee whee, whoo ,whee whee, whee, whee’ hook was coming to its end. It would be time for the other girls to go out there.

“You don’t have to support me in this, you don’t have to understand my reasons, you don’t have to miss me when I am gone,” I told them. “You just have to understand this is more than just a cunt stunt for me. This is more than just me flashing my boobs to the entire school. This is me telling the world that my boobs, and my ass are nothing special, it’s just a body. I understand now what is more important, and I am trying to make amends for being such a super cunt.”

I think Chris may have started it, but there was a slow clap that erupted into a tiny vote of appreciation for me. I smiled at my friends who chose to support my decision and thanked them. It seemed surreal. I was thanking them while I was locked inside a makeshift wooden stock that was resting on my naked shoulders.

Buford cheered the loudest.

The song came to an end and that was the other girls’ cue to run out on the field and begin their half-time routine. Only the guys and Mistress Griffin remained.

“You have come a long way, jail bait.” She looked at me with what I think may be respect. I was a little confused why she called me jail bait since we were the same age but I didn’t want to ask. I suppose she is an old soul or something.

“You showed me something tonight,” She paused and glanced down at the man still heeling by her feet. She pulled her spanks down and lifted her skirt “Take a little lick for now.”

Hope’s dad didn’t hesitate to dive between her cheeks and lick.

“Oh can I be next!!” Buford asked optimistically.

“Who is this retard?” Cathy asked rhetorically. “You have money?”

“I used to be an electrician, but one day I was installing some wires and ZZZZZAP” His eyes became maniacally wide to emphasize his shock. “They said I would never work again, so now I have a cash settlement. It’s my money and I need it now, right?”

“Then we can talk after the game, honey. You have to pay to play, if you want to be one of my piggies, isn’t that right, Piggy?”

Hope’s dad shamelessly oinked while eating out her ass.

“Wow, that is a fucking trip!” Buford sounded enthusiastic.

“I have to get out on the field.” She abruptly let the waist band of her spanks snap back in place. “If Jamie gets kicked out of school, can I come over and play with her?”

She addressed my Dad and Chris and not me.

“Yeah, you guys can have a play date,” My dad didn’t seem to care one way or the other. He wasn’t impressed with Cathy. To him, she was just a girl who was too big for her britches. He was probably right. “Who is going to carry her out on the field, wasn’t the idea she was supposed to look like the poster?”

“The poster I had the dweebs in audio-visual make for you?” Cathy smiled at her handiwork. “No offense Chris.” She half-apologized to Chris since he was one of those audio-visual dweebs.

“None taken.”

“Jail bait, you make it very hard to humiliate you if you are going to take a poster I had made of you getting hit with tomatoes and then act it out in front of the whole school without anyone making you do it.” She pinched my cheek hard. “Are you sure you don’t get turned on by all of this?”

I didn’t have time to answer her. She started to race out to the field to join the rest of the squad. “Go in the locker room and tell Dave to do you a favor for Cathy. He will find some guys to carry you out there.”

“You ready for this Jamie?” my dad asked me.

“Yes Sir.” I told him with confidence. I had a sense from looking at his face he wanted to give me an out -a way to give up and not have to go through with my sacrifice. I wondered if seeing Hope crumple had made him pity me more. This was the first time in the past week he didn't seem to delight in my total humiliation and embarrassment.

Hope’s dad stood up when Mistress left. “You fellas will be cool about all this, right?”

“Sure man, cool.” Buford was the first to agree.

“Great, come on down to Garrity’s Family Restaurant, and ask for me and I’ll take care of your dinner.” He straightened his suit and dusted off his knees as if that would somehow clean the off the dirt.

He looked me up and down drinking in my nudity then back at my father. “You are a lucky man, I don’t think Hope would ever do anything like that.” And with that he made his way out of the cheer station to look for his daughter or watch Mistress. (Whichever was more important to him, I am guessing).

“Will you lock my thighs together as well, Sir?” I asked my brother. It’d give my costume a little more authenticity. He connected the chain that locked the two metal rings around my thighs together and locked it in place so that I was hobbled.

“Thank you Sir.”

My brother seemed a little wistful as I thanked him.

“Is there a problem, Sir?”

“When I dreamed this scenario up, I thought it would be more embarrassing to you. You seem to be taking it pretty well.”

“So you aren’t happy if I cooperate and accept my fate, Sir?” I had told my mom that theory the Saturday this first began! I was quietly holding back my “Ah-Hah! I was right all along face!”

“No, I am happy. I just thought this was going to be harder for you.” Chris said sullenly.

“Sir, I am about to walk into the boy’s locker room, naked, cuffed, and painted in school colors and beg three football players to carry me on the field. You don’t think that is hard?” I didn’t want to sound so snippy but I am sure I came across that way.

“Watch your tone, Ass Face!” He took one of my nipples and twisted it by the ring causing me to wince and apologize.

“She has gum drop nipples.” Buford sighed.

“What are gum drop nipples?” Chris asked.

“Hard candy shaped, sweet to suck on.” Buford explained while looking directly at my nipples.

“There are twelve kinds of nipples.” He listed them each as we made our way outside to the boy’s locker room. I was in an area that the fans can’t see but it wasn’t lost on me that aside from body paint and a chastity belt I was completely naked and tied up.

I could hear the crowd cheering for the girls doing their regular routine. I didn’t miss it. I had been out there enough times I was used to that applause. Okay, I won’t lie, I missed it a little already.

BUFORD’S NIPPLE TYPE LIST:

1. Gum Drop Nipples: My mom and I have these which is only exaggerated by our piercings.

2. Pepperoni – Unusually bumpy and puckered, ridged on the edge.

3. Blind pigs – low slung nips with jutting and pointed snout, facing off – kilter directions.

4. Bubble Gum – looks like they have been chewed by a baby who gummed them too much

5. Puffy (aka Buds’) – When they form a smooth swollen cap at the end of the boobs. I remember when I was about 13 and mine looked like that.

6. Dipples – Nipples that are inside out

7. Pencil Erasers - Perfectly cylindrical tips, roughly the size and color of their namesake.

8. Tart 'N Tinys - A variation on Pencil Erasers, only much, much, smaller and cuter.

9. Lincoln Logs (aka Hot Dogs) - Another Pencil Eraser variation, but much longer, often extending 1/2 inch or more, the ‘outie’ of nipples.

10. Silver Dollars – no nip, all areola
    
    

I was surprised I didn’t qualify for Lincoln Logs. I felt like my nipples were extended out like two tiny erections, on full high beam at all times. I guess they don’t seem as engorged to other people.

My brother started to dispute Buford’s list by pointing out a type he hadn’t thought of.

“What about big fat cow udder nipples?”

“I think technically that’s Hot Dogs.” Buford answered.

The two discussed calmly a topic that seemed to have great significance to both of them. My brother bought up fake breasts and how the nipples became uneven, or seemed to be set off to the side of the center of the tit.”

“Now you are getting into boob shape. You are confusing the two.” Buford seemed lucid for a moment while he clarified the distinction in the two categories.

My dad asked them both to quiet down as we approached the player’s locker room.

“Do you want me to go in and talk to Dave, Sis?” Chris asked me.

“If you order me to come in with you, I’ll obey Sir.”

“Sure you will, where else would you go?” Buford had a good point.

I thought about Hope disappearing into the night with just her top and nothing else. “Nowhere Sir. I follow where I am led by my betters.” I said and I think I meant it completely.