The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Five
“Hidey Ho, Neighbor!”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 2,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 47
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 4,3,1,0,0

**The Taylor’s Story returns to the previous narrative voice.

Wendy was shocked that Chris came to untie her in the clearing at the crack of dawn. Her son was a notorious over sleeper, but this week of power had changed that. He had been the first one up to untie the girls, and he hadn’t given Wendy any reason to doubt he wouldn’t keep his word.

That didn’t stop her from feeling guilty over the fact that a part of her thought she may end up in the woods for far

longer. She had spent the last few hours unable to do anything more than nod off for a few minutes before a twig, a birds call or a strange sound on the nearby road awoke her.

“You seem glad to see me.” Chris smiled enthusiastically as he walked up to his naked mother. She was tied in a fashion so she was hugging the tree with her face turned slightly to see his approach.

“Yes Sir, actually I am!” Wendy was relieved to be going home, even if it was as his pet.

“I am surprised Sheldon didn’t gag you as I asked.” Chris became pragmatic.

“Actually, I am surprised he didn’t put a stick up my butt, Sir!” Wendy wiggled her ass to punctuate her joke.

“Did he play with your ass?” Chris’s question was pedantic and straight forward.

Wendy wasn’t sure if her pause gave away the fact she had some secrets to keep about the night before. She offered diligently, but a little more guarded than before “Yes Sir, he inspected my asshole, but no more than could be expected of a dirty-ass like mine, Sir.”

That seemed to placate Chris who began untying her. “Do you need an affirmation or can it wait until you get home?”

Wendy was surprised that Chris was now so business like and seemingly concerned. “If it pleases you, I will do one with Jamie.” That was her chance to passively aggressively probe to see how things had gone with her the night before.

Chris didn’t say anything other than, “Okay” and he pulled his mother’s clothes out of some shrubs nearby.

“I thought he was dropping those by the house, which is why I had to stay naked, Sir?”

“Nah, we just wanted you to think that.” Chris sneered, “Mosquitos bite last night?”

“If they did, I didn’t notice too much sir.”

“This training is toughening you up, making you have a higher pain threshold!” Chris’s words an observation more than a question so Wendy said nothing as he slapped her ass, except to nod in agreement.

Wendy explained there had been “no see ‘em’ gnats buzzing around her face, but Chris only laughed at his mother’s discomfort.

“How did Jamie do last night?” Wendy just came right out and asked, as she pulled the chastity belt over her knees and around her waist. She was afraid Chris may backhand her for asking a direct question. He could be touchy when she tried to steer the conversation instead of waiting for him to take the conversation that way.

She had been learning to wait for Chris to finally get around to talking about topics, but she wanted to know if her daughter had gone through with the ‘cunt stunt’ and more importantly if she was out of cheerleading or school.

“Well, you got three stars and me and Dad decided she gets eight if that tells you anything. I am really proud of her.”

That didn’t tell Wendy what she really wanted to know but she was glad her daughter had made progress on the hundred star goal. She just wondered what she had to give up to make that progress.

“Did you suck Sheldon’s cock last night, Cow Tits?”

“Yes, I did.” Wendy was uncomfortable with the question. She had done much more than that, and she hoped this wasn’t a test of honesty. Sheldon may be close to her son and they could be hoping she admitted she did more.

“Good, you get an extra ‘W’, Jamie got three though!” He laughed at how his mother seemed to be falling behind which didn’t bother Wendy at all. She could be competitive with her daughter at times, but now was not one of them. She was glad she was earning her way through this quickly.

On the way home Chris asked questions about her date and kept it casual. He insisted she walk with her hands cuffed behind her back. “That way you can’t get up to anything.” It was a short walk through their neighborhood and early enough there were only a few people out jogging or gardening. Wendy was still horrified at the idea of being in broad daylight dressed like a slut in cuffs. She knew that Jamie had to do this to and from school every day so she didn’t complain.

She didn’t really understand the philosophy about cuffing them so they weren’t ‘up to any trouble’. It reminded her of the role she played at work - the wanton sex-addict who would masturbate at any opportunity. She played along and accepted her diminished role as she was led home by her son.

When they opened the door Wendy gasped. She probably could have gasped at the fact her daughter’s blonde head was bobbing up and down on her father’s cock while he sat on the couch enjoying a world class blow job. That was shocking but the first thing she noticed was a large computer tower with neon lights and a 32’ monitor next to their older family computer. There was a new plasma screen TV with surround sound in the living room and several of the bondage devices, cuffs and bars they had bought the night before.

‘This must have cost a small fortune?’ was the first thought that flashed through her mind before her son backhanded her. This was no small slap it was a hard back of the hand reminder to the face that she should strip.

“Yes Sir, I am sorry.” She answered without even being told what she did wrong. She began to pull her clothes off now that the cuffs were off and put them in the ‘slut box’ in the living room. Jamie kept bobbing on her father’s cock without looking up, but Wendy knew she had heard her arrival. She looked like she was actually enjoying sucking his dick.

“What an amazing actress she is, what a positive soul.” Wendy could see from the bruises up and down her daughter’s legs and the red stripes all over her ass that she’d been recently punished, but there she was chugging along giving a blowjob and smiling. Wendy decided the least she could do was stay positive and upbeat too.

Bill pointed to his wife and told her, “Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here.”

She fell to her knees and crawled naked to the couch, her husband set his warm coffee mug on his wife’s back and told her ‘get right behind your whore daughter’s ass, keep your nose right up to her brown shit hole, until she finishes giving me this blowjob. You had your little break out in the woods. I hope you had some time to think about the punishment card you drew yesterday. You’ll be facing that right after breakfast and we’ll do a little more shopping.”

Wendy’s eyes got wide. It could have been because her night in the woods was hardly ‘a break’. It could have been because she was required to stare at her daughter’s bouncing ass with her nose right between her cheeks while she sucked her father’s dick. It could have been because she remembered how harsh the punishment card she faced was. It was all of those things, but mostly it was the thought that even more shopping, surely Bill had gone spending crazy. He had normally been so thrifty and pragmatic, but Wendy was positive now that he had over spent and they had a balloon payment coming due for the house. She wanted to say something but she silently complied and nuzzled her nose into her daughter’s ass crack as if her face had always been a perfect fit and breathed a quiet sigh.

When Bill finally came, the girls were given breakfast. “You already got your meal, Ass face!” Bill said as if his precious semen should have been enough and he was begrudgingly letting her stick her face into a bowl of soggy cheerios on the kitchen floor out against his best judgment.

Once they had finished with “Slopping these hogs” as Chris said, they ran the girls through the shower and inspection process they had come to expect and began their affirmations in the living room. Wendy and Jamie didn’t admit it, but being home with the discipline they had come to expect was comforting (in its own way) compared to the previous day with so many outsiders.

The girls were ordered into “Squat” position. This wasn’t unusual for an affirmation although most of them were done in inspection position one. The girls were both spreading their knees apart squatting, cupping their ringed tits with their hands, and looking straight ahead. Ass should be parallel to the ground.

~Ring-A-Ling~ Bill rang a bell and waited for the girls to look up out of curiosity.

“Hear that lovely sound? It’s Ass Face’s bell. When you hear that sound you are to come to whoever rang it and be ready to serve. You’ll take the Squatting position unless you are told otherwise, as long as you are in the house and in green protocol, is that understood?”

The girl’s nodded as Bill let them hear the difference between Wendy’s bell and Jamie’s bell several times. He also reminded them and made them repeat back the different protocols that he introduced in his amendment the day before.

They went through the differences in public and in private for green, yellow, red, and white alert. Bill didn't mention his secret 'black alert' that was for his wife to pretend to be a wanton sex-addict at work per their agreement.

“At home, The Taylor women are to be kept naked so you can keep an eye on us, make sure we aren't hiding anything in our pockets or aroused when we should have our mind on our duties. We will not talk out of turn. We will behave in the generally accepted submissive manner according to your W.H.O.R.E/H.O.P.E. value system. We are not permitted to use the toilet, because that is too good for whores like us. Infractions, Corrections and Judgments can and will be administered openly for our failures and indiscretions. We can be ordered to openly masturbate others or ourselves and to suck the cocks of the Taylor men when you desire it. We will sit with legs apart so you have an unobstructed view of all our holes and reinforce our lack of modesty or privacy, and we naturally cannot use furniture to avoid getting snail trails and butt sweat on them.”

When both women could repeat that perfectly Bill was satisfied. He went through each protocol type, and the difference between public and private versions of each alert level.

He also made them repeat what H.O.P.E Stands for - “Humility, Obedience, Patience, Endurance.”

“Those are the core values, now tell me what “W.H.O.R.E” stands for?”

“Working, Humiliation, Obedience, Respect and Endurance, Sir.” they both repeated as they had been trained.

Repitition was a big part of Bill's idea of perfect discipline. He reminded them that the HOPE principles support his WHORE value system and if you are doing one, you are doing the other. He had a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he finished his lecture on the purpose of educating the girls to be more giving, thoughtful and less selfish.

He rang the bells again to give them another chance to learn the distinct rings of each one of the silvered bells.

“Fail to come to the bell on purpose, or come for the wrong bell and that is an immediate infraction. If you do it more than once in the same day it will be a correction and ultimately this can result in a judgment. Do you two twats think you can figure out which bell is yours?”

They both nodded and answered “Yes Sir”.

“We’ll see if you cunts are smart enough to hear your bell and answer it quickly, like good little sluts.”

Chris added “You are to offer to any guest who rings it your service, as if they are a key holder.”

“Thank you for clarifying that Sir.” Wendy answered him graciously. She was surprised and a little pleased that Chris seemed to be doing his best to clarify the rules. He had come a long way from how he was months ago when he didn’t pay attention to anything but his computer games.

“After your affirmations, we are going to the pet store to buy a few more things for you two needy bitches.” Bill announced as if he were once again accommodating their many demands. That wasn’t true of course, neither girl had any desire to go to the pet store and just hearing they were headed there made them both nervous.

“Then when you get home, you can wash our truck, you two sluts got tomato juice and latex all over back there the last two nights with all your slipping and sliding around. Then you will do your punishments, and come with us to the community pool party.” Bill laid out the days itinerary as Wendy considered bringing up their finances but decided against it once again. This time she was just intimidated.

“Wendy Taylor, my whore of a wife, the love of my life. Do you have a problem with the men deciding what you do today?”

“No Sir”

“Your face looks like you just smelled something nasty or you are lost in deep thought. Something on your chest? Besides those big old fake titties?”

“No Sir, I was just thinking about my punishment.” She wasn’t lying. She was thinking about the punishment cards she and her daughter had drawn yesterday for their corrections. That had been on her mind a lot. She was also thinking about a dozen other things like going to the pool in skimpy bikinis with her tattoo and their tenuous financial situation.

“Here, read the card out loud again so you have it fresh in your memory. I like watching your face.”

Elemental Category: Ice, Heat, Wind, Rain, the power of the earth itself will chastise you for your transgressions.

This is the twelve ice cube challenge. You will stand outside on the patio with twelve frozen ice cubes. You may pick any hole (or combination of holes). You will insert them quickly one by one.

You will stand in position one and wait with an empty glass in one free hand. The fill line on the glass is half an inch from the top. You must leak the water to fill the glass (spit or piss does not count). If you do not reach the fill line, you will return to the freezer and repeat until you have filled the glass.

You will present the glass to your owners when complete and beg forgiveness for what you did wrong. You will apologize and explain how this treatment helped you to be a better person.

Bonus: Drink the water (slut squeezin’s) for one star.

Wendy read it out loud and didn’t skimp on looking freshly uncomfortable. “That is a fun thought to roll around in your head today while you go shopping.”

He had his daughter read her punishment card next.

Endurance Category: Hard work obediently done for the pleasure of your betters according to your station.

This is the Waxerman Lawn Challenge. You will go during daylight hours dressed in a street legal bikini, and mow Mrs. Waxerman’s front yard. You will be pleasing and accommodating to her in all ways and tell her that you were sent to trim her lawn as a courtesy from Bill Taylor and his son.

You will trim all hedges, edge all sidewalks, rake and bag all leaves and do a professional job on the front lawn.

You will knock on her door and ask if she minds giving you access to her back yard. You will disrobe as it is fenced in and hang up the bathing suit saying that it is sweaty. You will ask her if she minds (After you undress) and unless she tells you she does you will complete the backyard fully undressed.

We will make sure she is home for this. If Mrs. Waxerman is unavailable for seven days, you do not have to complete the punishment.

Bonus: You will tell Mrs. Waxerman you have been constipated for several days after gorging yourself on cheez-whiz and crackers that were intended for Chris and Bill. You will ask (beg) if she will administer the “Patented Waxerman Tabasco Colonic” in exactly those words. You will tell her that you receive them regularly at home, but that Bill does not mix them quite the way she did the first time. You will ask her not to tell us (Which will ensure she tells us).

You will not be punished for asking her to not tell us something in this situation. You will receive one star if you take the bonus and she does not administer the enema. You will receive two stars if she does. You will receive four stars if you can carry the water all the way home and release here.

Jamie read it in her uplifting normally airy and cheery voice, which wasn’t quite as satisfying until the two of them imagined just what Mrs. Waxerman’s reaction might be. They instinctively fist-bumped, “Bro’s before Ho’s” after she finished reading it.

“Who wants her affirmation first?” Bill asked.

They normally didn’t let the girls have choices like this – this was a new one on Wendy. “I would like mine, Sir.” Wendy asked humbly.

“Oh you would? Don’t you think I’d rather be out playing golf right now, instead of smelling your pussy juices staining my carpet while you squat naked like a little ape that has to be watched every second?”

“Yes Sir?”

“Don’t presume to know what I’d prefer.” He lashed at his wife with a thin rod he had purchased the night before. It didn’t make a satisfactory sound when it bit into her skin and so he discarded it for a leather cat of nine tails.

“Here, get into position two, face your ass towards us, put a finger from each hand on your cunt lips and hold yourself apart while we do your affirmation seated comfortably.” Bill and Chris took a spot on the couch while Wendy bent at the waist to face away from them. She was surprised how easily it was for her to accept the instructions to bare herself so obscenely. She had been doing it so frequently, she did it instinctively.

“How was your date with Gerald last night?” Bill slapped her ass with the whip at the end of his question. It didn’t sting too bad, because he wasn’t doing it hard. He was just playing around while he talked to her.

“She went out with Sheldon last night. Gerald was Ass Face’s date.” Chris corrected his father.

“Thanks Son, it was a trick question. I wanted to see if this cunt was even listening.” He didn’t sound mad at his son, and it was possible he was just saying that rather than admitting he had gotten the names mixed up. Wendy thought the old Bill would definitely do that, but the new Bill was becoming much different.

“Sheldon took me to a book store to show me off to his friends, Sir.” Wendy started to explain.

“Oh my gosh, that geek. Let me guess, he tried to use you as leverage to get somewhere in his magic the gathering guild?” Chris laughed as he asked the question.

“Yes Sir, I was the ‘magic the gathering groupie’ for him.

“So you lied to his friends?” Bill asked with his arms crossed.

“I was a good slut, and tried to accommodate his fantasy Sir. I didn’t want to make my date look foolish by undermining him to his friends.” She thought that was a rather good answer, but she got a harder slap with the whip for her effort.

“Yet you lied, which is your nature!! Make up, stuffed bras, high heels, it is all to deceive, and it was very easy for you to do, wasn’t it Cow Tits?”

“Yes Sir, but I did feel guilty about it.”

“Bullshit.” He pronounced. “So continue, tell us all about your DATE.” Bill almost sounded jealous for a second, at least to Wendy’s ear.

“Then he took me to Olive Garden, Sir.”

“Olive Garden? What does a cunt like you deserve with good food like that?”

Wendy knew Bill wasn’t a food snob by any means, however even he wasn’t impressed with Olive Garden. She pictured the two of them going to one after this ordeal is over and joking about nights like the one she had with Sheldon. “I only ate breadsticks and water, Sir.”

“Sheldon knows how to treat a slut when he goes on a date with her!” Bill sounded impressed as he prodded his wife to continue both verbally and with the butt end of his whip.

“Then he walked me to the woods, let me piss and shit and suck his cock to show my gratitude and tied me to a tree Sir.”

“Did you have fun, slut?” Chris asked an unexpected question. It made Wendy smirk and giggle because it was so out of the blue.

“Something funny about that question, Cow Tits?” Bill lashed his wife’s ass with his cat of nine tails.

“No Sir, I guess not. It’s just that no one told me we were supposed to actually have fun with this treatment.”

“You aren’t slut, Chris was being sarcastic. Are you that fucking stupid?” his next shot came up between her legs and hit her right in the pussy-meat. It made her hiss like a cat.

“Ooh that is the sweet spot, under the legs is going to be much more fun.” Bill announced. “Can you see any reason why Sheldon might tell us to punish you for being rude or ungrateful?”

“No Sir, I think he will want to date one of us again.” Wendy indicated her daughter. “He did tell me that Jamie sucked cock better than I did.”

Jamie smiled genuinely while remaining in her own squat position beneath where her mother stood.

“You both need a lot more practice,” Bill sighed. “you going to open those mouths and offer them at the pool party later today?”

“If you tell us to, yes Sir.” Wendy hoped her husband couldn’t hear her swallow as she envisioned her friends and neighbors gasping at whatever spectacle he had planned for them.

“If you finally come face to face with the pooper snooper boys from the backyard, you gonna suck their cocks?”

Wendy answered her son, “Sir, I don’t even know how old they are.”

“Oh, Cow Tits has standards? Dad did you hear that? She sucked off a high school boy last night and the night before, and now she has height requirements to ride her ride.”

“It’s a slippery ride.” Bill reached beneath his wife’s legs and roughly dug his fingers into her pussy to emphasize that she was wet.

“They have been watching you two stand naked outside almost every day for a week, you are really worried about corrupting their innocent minds now?” Bill demanded.

Wendy gasped with what sounded almost like pleasure and answered, “If you want me to suck their dicks, I will open my mouth and serve them for you, Sir.”

“And why is that cunt?” Bill asked without removing his hand from her aroused clit, closing his finger and thumb around her clit to give it a good squeeze.

“Ayyiii, because you and Chris are my owners, and I am your whore Sir. It is a better use for my mouth than talking and spreading lies.” Wendy laid the second line on thick and when she didn’t feel the bite of the whip and her husband let up pressure, she could sense he liked that answer. He was getting aroused himself, which was pretty amazing to Wendy, considering he had cum only a few minutes earlier.

“Is your cunt off limits to them today?”

“I think so, Sir?” Wendy wasn’t really sure with all the new rules, and what had happened the night before.

“You planning on wearing your chastity belt under your thong today?”
“No Sir, but aren’t there rules where there are exceptions made for,” she swallowed and made a sound like –ulp- “thongs?”

“Hey Dad, we should stick these thongs up their ass today.” Chris held up the sandaled flip flop thongs he had on his feet for comic effect and his dad chuckled at the mental imagery of them walking down the beach with nothing on but those flip flops wedged between their cheeks.

He looked back at his wife with a smile, “You are right, slut. Can you see that we have taken the time to cover situations that you may face, give you guidelines?”

“Yes Sir, I appreciate that.”

“You should” He withdrew his hand and slapped her ass with a wooden paddle burnished with burgundy colored leather and upraised brass bumps on it. “So many new toys to try out on you. It’s going to be a much more interesting week than last week.” Bill made it sound as if the past week had just been dull and mundane when it had been the most bizarre week the family had ever experienced. “So you agree that it’s fair what we expect of you, since we have defined it and you agreed to it?”

Wendy wanted to say that things really had escalated well beyond anything she would have dreamed for the guys. Then again, she couldn’t really say if things wouldn’t have eventually ended up intense when she was in control of Chris and Bill. “Yes Sir, I think it’s very fair and generous of you both.”

Bill and Chris tag teamed some more questions in their usual style about what her purpose was, and what she was learning before dismissing her out to the yard so they could give Jamie her affirmations. They usually had them stay together but Bill wanted to try out his new toys.

He fastened his wife’s ankles in the spreader bar so that her feet were wide apart held in place by a black metal bar so she was hobbled by it. Then he had her raise her hands parallel to her head and hold her palms facing forward. He attached a metal bar to her wrists and let it rest across her shoulder blades behind her head. “Go stand out by your shovel and wait for your whore daughter.”

“Yes Sir” Wendy, hobbled and naked with only a collar, made her way to the screen door where she had to wait for someone to let her outside.

“If you hear the pooper snooper boys, make sure you invite them to the pool. Tell them you want to meet them. You don’t have to promise, sweet, sweet mouth love.” Chris rubbed it in as he let his mom out into their backyard where Roscoe was anxiously awaiting company.

It was still early morning and Wendy didn’t expect to hear the young boys who had been coming to watch them ‘sunbathe’ every day since their ‘education’ had begun. She stood silently next to the shovel wondering what questions her daughter was being asked. She would have liked to have heard about her daughter’s date the night before and how things had gone at the football game. The suspense was in its own way arousing her, and with her hands as they were she couldn’t sneak a finger to even give herself a little relief.

Wendy was left to stand silently with her thoughts and reflect about the deceptions she had been involved in both at work and with her ‘date night’. She wondered how she would keep all these stories straight and whether or not if it all came crashing down around her and everyone found out the truth, what the worst thing to happen might be. She wondered a lot of things, like if Jamie was hiding things from her too. “Oh, I want a chance to talk to her. Compare notes!” She smiled to herself.

She had to hand it to the guys. It was sweet torment to some times have to stand for long periods in utter silence with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company.

It would be another ten minutes before the sliding glass door opened and Roscoe’s barks let everyone know he would like some attention followed. Jamie was trussed up the same way as her mother and hobbling her way over to the wooden rake pole that she usually stood next to when they were sent outside to ‘sunbathe’.

Wendy smiled at her daughter as she made her way across the yard in bare feet. With the spreader bar keeping her knees from bending, she could make only a snail’s progress. The guys were inside doing whatever they do, probably looking at all their new electronic toys and gizmos.

“Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Stanley.” Wendy made one of the inside jokes they had come up with since this began to break the ice and make her daughter laugh.

“I guess we do look pretty ridiculous, with a wooden pole between our tits, and metal bars holding us apart.” Jamie smirked.

“Yeah, it was all I could do to keep a straight face, and I am just as bad off as you are.” Wendy couldn’t beat around the bush any longer, “So dish, girlfriend! How did it go last night at the game?” She was excited to hear the news and hoped for the best.

“They made me recount it for the last ten minutes, are you sure you want to hear it in all the gory details?”

“Unless it makes you uncomfortable, sweet heart.” Wendy got serious for a moment in case it had been a traumatic night for her daughter. She didn’t want to make light of that.

“I am learning to be explicit and not sugar coat anything, to be honest. If you want to know, I’ll tell you. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for it.” Jamie smiled reassuring her mom that she was just being considerate of her feelings instead of her own.

She recounted how they had gone to the half-time show and painted her up in red and white colors. Wendy was shocked to learn that Hope was involved in some kind of training. Wendy wondered about the consequences for Hope and what may happen as a result of her melt down. There had been many times she had been so frustrated, angry or afraid that she had wanted to do the same thing she heard Hope did. Just quit the entire humiliating ordeal. She decided she didn't want to think about it.

“I’ve eaten at her father’s restaurant many times, I would never have guessed he is into being treated like a worm?” she asked politely.

“Lowest of the low, Cathy really keeps his balls in a vice.” Jamie explained before adding, “But he seemed to love it. Didn’t want it to end.”

Jamie said she wasn’t sure if she would be off the cheerleading squad. It depended on the new Principal viewing the tape and deciding on Monday.

“Do you think your Dad will really make you stay outside with Roscoe every day?” Wendy asked.

“He is making me stand out here naked to wait for the Pooper Snoopers and invite them to the pool party isn’t he?” Jamie’s rhetorical question removed any doubt from Wendy’s mind that Bill and Chris wouldn’t give either of them any sympathy until this was over.

Jamie described the ride over to Dave’s party and her date with Gerald. Jamie told her mom that she had left out some details about the football players falling asleep and her having the ‘sniff my butthole’ sign at the party.

“Jamie Taylor? I thought you were completely against lying?” Wendy sounded disapproving but with a hint of playfulness because the tables had turned from the lecture Jamie gave to her mom about the importance of honesty.

“No good deed goes unpunished. I am confiding in you but my reason for not telling Dad is because they won’t let Gerald be a key holder if they know he violated almost every one of their rules.”

“So? They would just find another boy to be a key holder. What is the big deal?” Wendy didn’t understand.

“I just don’t want him to get in trouble, that is all.”

“This is the one with the handsome older brother?” Wendy smiled slyly as she asked the question about Brad Jenkins.

Jamie smirked back, “Okay you got me, yes but I don’t want Gerald to be a key holder to be close to Brad. I don’t want him to know about any of this. He probably would never understand.”

“You never know, he may actually be turned on by it.” Wendy answered coyly.

Jamie told her mom about how Gerald took her in the bedroom, and how she planned to suck the football player’s cocks to make it up to them so that she wasn’t actually trying to get out of her bargain. Wendy tried to make it seem like talking about sucking guys dicks casually didn’t faze her but she was still somewhat exasperated and embarrassed to be speaking so openly about it. It had only been a day since her daughter started sucking dicks with her and it was a lot to process.

Jamie admitted she had thought about going all the way with Gerald but hadn’t. A thought that should have scared Wendy but actually made her realize that her daughter was still trying to do what was right and hadn’t got cock crazy - At least not yet. Wendy chuckled about the old man speaking up AFTER they finished having sex.

“Wow, the old man just laid there and listened to you guys grope each other in the dark, and then after you finished he spoke up?” Wendy was smiling and Jamie was laughing as she agreed that was kind of weird.

Wendy had been wrestling with the fact that she hadn’t told Jamie all about the sex she had the night before at the book store and wondering if she did would that be a signal to Jamie she should go ahead and cross that threshold too.

“When it was all over, and we ran out of the old man’s room, I thought Gerald had lost my chastity belt and I would be beaten for sure. I ended up in the pool on Thad’s shoulders playing catfights with other girls in order to get it back. I had to beat three other girls, who were also topless.”

“What the hell goes on at these high school parties?” Wendy was shocked to hear about Hope’s meltdown and the topless girls in the pool. “When our training is over, you aren’t going to any more parties like that young lady!”

“Oh mom!” Jamie rolled her eyes.

“Relax, I am just teasing you,” Wendy confided in her daughter. “After this experience, I think you will be able to handle just about anything life has to throw at you. If you decide you want to go to parties like that after this, I will stand behind it one hundred percent. I know you can handle it and I know you will make the decisions that are best for you.”

Jamie was very genuinely pleased with the compliment her mother had just given her – the respect her mother had just bestowed upon her. She wanted to tell her about the escapades they had getting her home almost naked once the latex had washed off but Roscoe began barking at the rear fence.

That could only mean one thing. There was someone on the other side and it was the customary giggling of the pooper snooper boys.

“Hello Sirs” Wendy said while looking straight ahead, knowing they were on the other side of the fence.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Guess who?”

“Is it Jimmy?” Jamie said sweetly, unable to do anything about her nudity, resting a rake handle in between her boobs.

They snickered to themselves and one of the boys said to Jimmy, “Dude, she knows your name!”

“Of course we know his name, you come out here every day to watch us sunbathe.” Wendy kept up the farce that they were just outside in the yard getting some sun. It was a ludicrous explanation but then so was the truth. They had been sent out there to sweat in the sun and be gawked at while the men did whatever they wanted in the air conditioned house.

BOY #2: “What are those metal things you have on?”

“They are to help us avoid tan lines, Sir”. Jamie said teasingly.

“Yes, this way we get our armpits tanned and everywhere else, Sir.” Wendy agreed with a grin.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Everywhere else?”

“Yes Sir, even on our booty-butts.” Jamie teased which was followed by expected snickers from the guys. They had been asking questions about their ‘booty butts’ every day and this was a topic they never seemed to tire of.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Did you rub lotion on your booty butts today?” Jimmy was enthused.

“No Sir, my son forgot to let us have any.” Wendy admitted the truth.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Oh? Why don’t you just go back in and get it?”

“Well it’s still morning and a little cloudy, we should be fine Sir. Thank you for your concern about our booty butts.”

Every mention of the silly phrase made them explode with snot-laden laughter.

BOY #2: “Can’t you put your hands down?”

“No Sir, if we could, we would and then we would not get an all-over tan.” Jamie made it sound like being a bronzed sun-kissed goddess was her primary goal and she would do anything to have the ideal tan, even the most obscene stance in her backyard.

They began to pelt the girls with tiny pebbles. There wasn’t anything they could do about it, so they stood there and pretended it was raining. “Oh look, where did these hail stones come from, Jamie?” Wendy asked as if she was falling for their ruse.

“Are you going to the pool party later today, Sir?” Wendy asked when they were slowing down tossing the tiny stones over the fence. They were standing only a few feet from the fence where the boys customarily stood. This spot hadn’t been chosen by accident but rather to give them the maximum view of the girls who had long since given up any pretense of lying on lawn chairs.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Not sure”

“We’d like to meet you and your friends.” Jamie smiled in a friendly way as she said that out loud as if speaking to the open sky.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Oh no, no.” Jimmy and his friends began to titter and laugh and jeer each other about how shy they are.

“Come on, you’ve seen us, we just want to see you.” Wendy had to admit she really did wonder what they looked like and how old they were.

The more forward they became with the boys the more they sort of retreated. That wasn’t such a bad thing for Wendy and Jamie because they also stopped raining pebbles down on the girls’ heads when they turtled up about talking. “Okay, we won’t beg you. My husband and son just wanted us to extend and offer to meet at the pool today. That is all.”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Are you going to swim naked?” Jimmy giggled with his question.

“Hopefully we’ll have on bathing suits, but they probably won’t hide much, Sir.” Wendy admitted.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “That is a good thing.”

Wendy wasn’t sure if he meant it was good they wouldn’t be naked, or good they would be revealing a lot in whatever they wore. She didn’t have a chance to ask because the glass door slid upon and Roscoe barked to signal that Chris was coming outside to check on them.

He usually told them to come inside and they started to hobble towards him. “Did I tell you to come inside? Why are you anticipating me?” Chris asked uncomfortably as they froze in place mid-step to the tittering sounds of the pooper snoopers. They knew Chris was somehow the boss of the girls but not exactly why.

“Are the Pooper Snoopers out there?” Chris asked in a half yell.

The boys giggled “Pooper Snoopers? Why do you call us that?”

“Yes Sir, they are out here with us, but they don’t want to go to the pool party.” Wendy answered her son first. Then she told them, “Because you are always snooping around, and I don’t know all of your names, Sir.”

They giggled more and one of them asked, “Does that mean we smell poop?” and another asked “Out of your booty-butts?”

Wendy smiled and explained “No, nothing like that. It just rhymed, it was something silly. I am sorry if it offended you.” She turned to face the rear fence, her bare tits jiggling in the morning breeze.

The boys said nothing as Chris walked over to the fence. Wendy and Jamie assumed they were getting nervous as Chris looked kind of intimidating in how he stalked across the yard. “Do your parents know you are peeping on my mom and sister?” He said very gruffly.

There was silence and Jimmy answered “No, they don’t, Sir.” as if he were afraid.

“Okay, your secret is safe with me then.” Chris tried to sound serious but to Wendy and Jamie it was obvious he was just playing with them. “Have my sister and mom been bugging you guys out here?”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Not really”

Wendy almost laughed out loud at his answer that they were the ones bugging them. She managed to keep herself under check and only smile a little at her daughter.

“Okay, you guys let me know if they give you a hard time or anything. They tell you they are trying to learn better manners?”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “I think so.”

“We did tell you, Sir.” Jamie said as she stood frozen in the nude in a half-hobbled step towards her house. “We have to be nice, and polite, and kind. We’ve asked my Brother and Dad to make sure we don’t act like bitches towards anyone from now on!” Jamie distinctly remembered having this conversation with them in the past but the boys may have forgotten.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Oh yeah, and he can spank you on the booty-butt?”

“Well, isn’t that what parents do to an insolent child, Sir?” Wendy asked him rhetorically

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Insolent?” he didn’t know the word’s meaning.

“Naughty, when we are naughty we need reminders to be good.”

There was a pregnant pause as if they were thinking about that.

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Sometimes when it is raining hail on you, that is us throwing stones.” he admitted as if this was a big mystery to them.

Wendy wasn’t sure why he had chosen that moment to mention it, but she added “I know Jimmy, it’s okay.”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Does that make me insulin?”

“It’s naughty of you to throw stones at girls, but since we are even bigger brats, it’s okay if it’s us.” Wendy admitted to him. The pebbles hadn’t really hurt her and she wasn’t in any real danger from them other than maybe a stray one hitting her in the eye. They had just been damned annoying to be constantly pelted with them.

They seemed to confer between themselves for a few more minutes “What did you do worser than throwing hail stones on girls?” one of the ones who seldom spoke asked.

“I disrespected my brother and father, and I made them run doing all of my errands, and I was really mean to them.” Jamie answered.

“What else did ya do, Sis?” Chris chided his sister to elaborate.

She gave him back a look that implied sarcastically ‘How thoughtful of you, I’d be delighted to go over my shortcomings’ all in one lemony smirk. “I was self-centered and acted like my shit doesn’t stink, and focused only on things I wanted to do instead of getting to know my family better, Sir.” She answered more for Chris than for the pooper snooper boys.

They were already “oooohing” that she said a bad word. “You said Shit, that’s a bad word!!!”

“But, it’s the most appropriate one, Sir. I acted like it doesn’t stink and it does, just like everyone else’s.”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Not like Gary’s!!” the boys all laughed at whoever Gary was and his apparently stinky shits.

When they quieted down it seemed that Chris had his fun, and was telling the girls they could go inside now.

BOY #2 : “Wait, they said a bad word.” He called out to them as the girls started shuffling towards their screen door.

Chris turned around to face the rear fence with an eye cocked like “So?”

BOY #1 [Jimmy]: “Well you said you punish them if they do bad.”

BOY #2 : “ON the Booty Butts!!” the second kid added quickly which caused explosive laughter on that side of the fence and a little with Chris.

“I understand perfectly, little man.” Chris looked back at his sister. “Let’s go back over to the fence where your rakes are, since I can’t wash your mouth out with soap here. You can apologize and get your spanking.”

Jamie wanted to protest, because she was the one who used euphemisms and had been the last person to cuss until it had been a requirement. Chris winked at her to let her know to roll with it and said “Mom, did you say it too?”

Wendy had picked up on Chris’s signals and answered “I never said Shit, Sir. I was very good today.” Wendy didn't want to get in trouble, but she could see that Chris wanted her to play along. She blithely acted as if she hadn't intended to say the very word that her daughter was getting in trouble for.

“You just said it right now though.” Chris smiled and the boys, as juvenile as they were, laughed at Wendy's “accidental” faux pas.

They laughed so hard while he backed his mother and sister’s asses up to the fence and bent them over, that they almost hurt themselves. Chris even played Bongo’s for a little while on the four bare cheeks presented to him while he slapped their asses. He wasn’t doing it very hard, at least compared to some of the over the knee spankings they received earlier, but it seemed to be amusing the boys and Chris. Chris likened the boys to a cross between Dennis the Menace and “Wilson” from Tool Time, the neighbor who was always lurking but you never see his face.

Wendy liked that metaphor, ‘The mischievous neighbors that she never saw’. She quickly erased the other one she had been building in her mind of Statler and Waldorf from the muppets up in the balcony complaining. This one was much more apt to her encounters with them. She was impressed now that she was listening to her son (and he was talking more) that he often made so much sense and cut right to the heart of the matter.

Chris had his mother and sister shake their titties vigorously as he was finishing up. “See, your Milkshake really DOES bring all the boys to the yard!.” Wendy didn't get his inside joke and neither did the boys, but to Chris it was hilarious, the girls were shaking their 'milkshakers'. “Damn Right, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge!” he stopped singing when he heard Roscoe Barking.

Bill abruptly jerked the patio door open and took one look at the spectacle before saying, “We don’t have time for this shit, get your fat asses dressed so we can get to the god damned pet store!” which sent a whole new wave of “Ooohs!!!” through the kids and opened up a lot more questions that Wendy, Chris and Jamie didn’t stick around for. He hustled the women inside with just a wave and a “See ya later!” as he heard them call for Bill to get a whooping as well.

When Chris slammed the patio door closed on the hornet's nest they had stirred up in the Pooper Snoopers the three of them all stood laughing at their shared joke while Bill just stared at them impatiently.

“You’ve got perfect timing, Dad.” Chris smirked as he slapped his mother on the ass.