The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Eight
Waxerman’s Guide to Country Living

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

Jamie was being shown by the Waxerman boys how to cut her own switch. “You don’t’ want to bring back something too flimsy, because she’ll just send you back to get a much bigger one.”

Jamie nodded at the fully clothed boy, who stilled hadn’t grown used to her nudity. “My eyes are up here, Jimmy.” She toyed with him as he turned pink. She got the general idea that he was trying to convey - Her dad and brother were that way. This entire exercise was a metaphor to cutting her own switch.

If she had half-heartedly gone through this correction and not riled up Mrs. Waxerman, they would be unsatisfied and just send her back to cut an even larger switch for herself and repeat the process over again.

“Sorry,” Jimmy was embarrassed he got caught staring. “It was better when we were behind the fence and you couldn’t see us watching.”

“We knew you were watching though, Jimmy.” She said to point out there was no material difference.

“Yeah, but you didn’t know what we was watching exactly.” Jimmy tried to defend his position as he pulled down a branch for himself with the knife they had been issued, before getting into argument with his brother ‘Hey I wanted that one.’

“No calls-ees”

“No, I called calls-ees before you called no-callsees”

Jamie was genuinely amused at how they bickered back and forth. It reminded her of when she was little and she used to talk like that to her brother before she got so involved in cheer. They had begun to do a little friendly banter back when she used to wake Chris up for school with a bucket of water and he had continued it now that the shoe was on the other foot for her. She liked it, it was a sign they may not always get along but that they loved one another. The rivalry was a way of saying, ‘I may not agree with you, but we are gonna work together.”

Jamie tried to stand on her tippy toes to reach a branch and pull it down to cut her own switch. She couldn’t quite reach so she hopped a few times until she caught it. When her head was above the fence line she thought she saw that kindly old neighbor who had asked her to mow his lawn in the backyard for a brief instant. She wondered if he had heard any of what had been said in Waxerman’s yard. She felt as embarrassed as she had just made Jimmy feel about staring at her tits. There was something about the fact Mrs. Waxerman’s neighbor seemed like a such a nice guy, that it made her feel guilty about him discovering what a wicked thing it seemed she was doing.

It was very wicked. Here she was standing naked with boys much younger than her in the backyard discussing the switch they were all cutting so they could be punished. The boys didn’t seem to have any hard feelings right now about the fact that Jamie had tricked one of them into revealing they had been peeping on her and her mother. That could be because they were very good natured souls or because they just hadn’t had time to think about it.

They were treating her like a guest or a friend, although a very naked guest and friend. Gordon had reached out and touched her butt once while they were cutting the switch but it had been very innocent. He explained “Jimmy dared me too!” which was followed with “Did not” and a “Did too” before Jamie said it was okay and dismissed the tap.

They were just curious and it was just skin. It hadn’t bothered her.

“Do you think she’ll let me wipe off the Mr. Snip’s landmine I stepped in back there?” Jamie was talking about the dog shit she had accidentally put her foot in.

“I don’t think you oughta.” Zeke said. He seldom spoke, but when he did it was usually short and sweet.

Jamie made the “Ick” face and scrunched her nose while trying not to think about her muddy left foot.

“You’ve got ta trim off the little twigs and leaves.” Gordon demonstrated by whittling on his own switch.

“I see.” Jamie watched as she wondered if the little twigs would hurt more or less if they were left on. “Why doesn’t she just cut one switch and reuse it?”

“You’ll see.” They all said in unison.

The fact they seemed to be aware of something she wasn’t about this experience made her even more apprehensive.

When they each had their switch trimmed, the boys swished theirs in the air making a “Wushhing” sound that sounded absolutely frightful to Jamie. They made “Swizzzzz” sounds and held them like light saber swords. Jamie thought her brother would have got a kick out of that.

“You guys know star wars?” Jamie was pleasantly surprised.

“What do you think we are, morons? Of course we know of Star Wars!” One of them said followed by giving a mock battle cry of “Chewbacca!!” and making what sounded like machine gun fire with his mouth while holding his switch like a tommy gun and pointing it at his brother.

Jamie realized they looked like they came straight from an episode of Dennis the menace from the 1950s, but they obviously weren’t completely sheltered from all things pop culture. Even if there probably wasn’t anyone yelling “Chewbacca!” dramatically as they fired machine guns in Star Wars.

The boys went inside the house first. The house was ornate and a garish combination of many different styles. There was an element of civil war antebellum antiquity in most of the teakwood furniture, brocaded curtains and porcelain lamps. It seemed like the furniture for a house twice this size had been moved into this one and everything seemed crowded and set so precariously that a sudden movement might send several things crashing down at once.

There was also what appeared to be a full catalog of all the American decorative items in the Finger Hut catalog circa 1988 - A whole shelf of sad clown figurines atop another shelf of decorative roosters that might be salt and pepper shakers and corn on the cob holders.

A plastic fish on the wall began to sing in a Jamaican style

Ooooh Ooooh Oooh Oooh

Don't worry, be happy

The land lord say your rent is late

He may have to litigate

Don't worry, be happy

Look at me I am happy

Don't worry, be happy

Here I give you my phone number

When you worry call me

It automatically turned on when it detected motion and amused the Waxerman boys, even though they must have seen it several times by now. Its batteries were dying because it started to slow down about the time it reached the second to last verse which only seemed to amuse them more as it sang in slow motion. They even sang along with it matching the pitch and speed of the fake mounted fish.

Jamie was still standing on the patio at the screen door. “Come in, Ma’am?”

“You’ll wait right there. I don’t want you stepping on my antique Persian rugs.” Mrs. Waxermen walked past several black and white photographs hung on the wall of what Jamie could only presume was the Waxerman clan from days of old.

“Yes Ma’am” She didn’t want to suggest that maybe she just wipe off her foot just yet.

“In a Waxerman household, we do not normally permit the boys to watch the punishment of girls, or vise verse. You’ve forced me to reconsider today.” Victoria was speaking directly to Jamie when she explained, “By exposing my nephews as filthy little perverted peeping toms, it seems only fair that you witness the punishment they will receive as they witness yours.”

“Ah, but!” Gordon offered a protest that was quickly silenced when informed that he would be going first.

“Your cousin Delilah has also been invited to observe - If we are going to permit an outsider to watch the boys get their cum-uppance, then it’s only fair that she witness this spectacle as well. My time on this earth won’t be forever and being able to administer fair discipline is something she should learn, given there are no Waxermen men to deliver a proper whooping.”

All three boys groaned as a smiling Delilah walked in. Raven haired, with freckles and a sassy smile, she couldn’t be more than a year or two younger than Jamie. She sashayed into the room and spoke in the fake southern accent Jamie had used back at the fair except hers was authentic. “Hey boys, I guess you were looking where you ought not a been looking?”

Then she considered Jamie for a country second before quoting “Job 24:10 - The poor must go about naked, without any clothing. They harvest food for others while they themselves are starving.” She stared at Jamie to imply this quote should mean something to her.

Mrs. Waxerman seemed impressed with the choice of scripture. It was quite clear she played favorites, and in her eyes Delilah did no wrong.

Introductions out of the way - it was time for the punishment to begin.

The three boys groaned after being instructed to drop their trousers. Jamie could only see their bare asses as they stood in their shirts with their pants around their ankles but she heard a shriek come from Mrs. Waxerman.

“What have I told you about THAT?” She pointed to Gordon’s crotch. Jamie could only assume he was hard. She had a flashback to her mother’s reaction about Chris’s hard-ons in the same way.

“I’ve got a good excuse. We have been around Jamie Taylor, Ma’am!” The way they said Ma’am was so natural and countrified, it hardly had the same ring of deference that Jamie used for it, but it seemed quite fitting in the vulnerable state the boys were in.

“That is true, but your back is to her and you are facing your cousin and me. So what does that say about you, Gordon Waxerman?”

“That I am a lustful fornicator who covets my neighbor, Ma’am?” Gordon looked down in defeat.

“That is absolutely right. Now assume the position, while I test the rod.” Mrs. Waxerman made several swishes of the rod, flicking it with her wrists expertly to demonstrate torque and control and frighten the bejeezus out of Jamie.

“Gordon, you know that you are loved, but wickedness must never be tolerated in a godly household. You will hold still and accept your punishment properly, so as not to bring shame on yourself before your Cousin and this wicked sinner, Jamie Taylor?”

Jamie started to wonder if Mrs. Waxerman didn’t have a ‘white alert’ of her own. It would have been tremendous irony if just as she was saying shocking things to rile up Mrs. Waxerman; Victoria had been seeing how far they could take this ritual punishment before Jamie ran home crying and defeated.

The first strike of the birch switch drove Gordon forward and he howled in pain.

“In my day, we were birched properly with a stack of twigs! If you think this stings, you should try hazel wood!” She delivered another sturdy blow that caused the boy to yelp again.

This time he replied with a memorized biblical verse of his own through his tears. “I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls."

“Very Good Gordon, and what book of the lord is that from?” Another lash and he replied that he did not know.

“Anyone else know?” She whipped him as the others shouted Micah 1:8 to earn her admiration.

When he was done, he was ordered to stand in the corner and keep his hands “off his buttocks”.

Delilah had been sitting comfortably like a cat watching the spectacle play out, but keeping her gaze on Jamie’s fearful reaction. “The birch has to be fresh. Eventually they just lose their elasticity and snap. It has been a while since Nah-nah has had to whip these boys.” Her voice sounded cute and friendly like Daisy Duke with just a hint of Wednesday Addams thrown in for danger.

It was Jimmy’s turn now and he took his place on all fours with his elbows resting on the floor where Gordon had been.

"The LORD will smite thee with the botch of Egypt, and with the emerods, and with the scab, and with the itch, whereof thou canst not be healed!” Victoria lashed hard into the center of Jimmy’s ass crack on his delicate asshole bud and punctuated her second strike by saying, “Deuteronomy 28:27” as she brought it down for another strike.

“Noooooooooooo” he howled.

“Don’t you touch yourself like a masturbater and a fornicator. You’ll be given salt-peter with Gordon after your time on the wall is up!” She delivered 8 more strokes to a tearful Jimmy who joined his brother with his nose in the corner facing the wall.

It was finally Zeke’s turn except Mrs. Waxerman called him “Ezekial”, which meant he should know he was definitely in trouble. The boy had seldom said anything and usually it was in a whisper. He was the one who

almost never talked at the fence.

“I would not expect you to peep, even on such wanton women who openly display themselves in such a manner, Ezekial, what do you have to say for yourself?”

She let him have a slap of the rod and he suddenly wanted to talk a great deal and loudly. He quoted the bible
“And the LORD said, Like as my servant Isaiah hath walked naked and barefoot three years for a sign and wonder upon Egypt and upon Ethiopia; So shall the king of Assyria lead away the Egyptian’s prisoners, and the Ethiopians captives, young and old, naked and barefoot, even with their buttocks uncovered, to the shame of Egypt." ~Isaiah 20:2-4” and in tears finished just as she laid out the tenth swipe on his delicate ass flesh.

“You may pull up your britches, after you’ve each taken your salt-peter.” Jamie noticed with disgust that it was administered in a waxy suppository in between their ass cheeks. Delilah’s face was giggling even if she wasn’t.

“It is time to deliver a fair punishment to the harlot in our midst.” Victoria announced as the boys buckled their jeans and limped away from the wall they had been facing.

Jamie considered briefly running for the gate and not looking back. She had been very stoic the past week and her father and brother had beaten her very hard mostly with blunt paddles and their hands. The new whips they had just bought at Buford’s porn store promised to be far more painful and she assumed she had been toughened up enough to survive ten strikes of the birch switch.

Mrs. Waxerman led everyone out into the center of the yard. “I will not invite this devil child into my home, not only because of the foul dung on her foot, but because she is loathsome and I fear she may corrupt my innocent Delilah as she has begun to tempt you boys.”

She directed Jamie to get on the ground on all fours to face her punishment. Jamie hadn’t quite grown used to the grass itch she got from her lawn when her brother made them roll around on the lawn but she had at least become aware that the sensation eventually fades. It did not shock her that as soon as she put her knees and sore palms, from all the hard work she had been doing, into the grass, the itch started to spread.

She could feel the direct sunlight on her back as she waited for the inevitable slice from the switch to fall.

“Yet she multiplied her whoredoms, in calling to remembrance the days of her youth, wherein she had played the harlot in the land of Egypt. For she doted upon their paramours; There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses. ~Ezekiel 23:20” Victoria had saved a particularly descriptive passage for this moment. Jamie wasn’t quite sure what was meant by it but she wondered, could that truly be in the Bible.

“Sunday school must have been an entirely different experience for you.” She quipped trying to interject a little gallows humor into the somber moment, a move that would have tickled Chris but only raised Mrs. Waxerman’s ire.

The birch rod went back and zigged then zagged its whirring song through the air as she wound up and delivered a strike directly to Jamie’s ass that was an insidious pain. It didn’t hurt at first, it seemed to blossom and ripple after a slight delay and start to sting.

“May I hold my ass cheeks apart, so that you may strike me with the scab, and with the itch, whereof thou canst not be healed, Ma’am?” Jamie was being defiant and clinging to the role she had begun to play, although the offer sounded very sincere.

“You’ll learn not to use words like that here!” Victoria sliced into her ass a second time with the rod driving Jamie forward chiding her for using the words ‘ass cheeks’.

“I am sorry, may I spread my booty butt, Ma’am!” Jamie held her breath and braced herself for a third strike in rhythm with the first two.

“You may.” Victoria’s response was unexpected.

Jamie had already begun to doubt that she could continue to play the role, but she was determined to give it that “old college try” and so she pulled her cheeks apart. The Waxerman boys stifled their obligatory giggle after being shushed by Victoria.

The fourth and fifth strike hit the mark perfectly dead center on her asshole but Jamie did not cry out.

“Do you wipe and keep this vessel clean?” Mrs. Waxerman had to explain when she got no response, “This booty butt.”

“I am not permitted toilet paper until I finish my education, Ma’am, but my mother and I shower every day.” She gasped. She had been holding her breath on each strike and found herself swallowing air in between strikes.

“Sometimes I think you say things just to get a rise out of me.” Mrs. Waxerman said skeptically as she delivered two more strikes but missing her mark each time. “You’ll be getting an enema after this, although I suspect I should have delivered it before we began the punishment. Your dainty fortitude hasn’t prepared you for this and your bowels seem to be slipping.” She made a tsk tsk sound as she made a mental note to herself.

“You boys are permitted to get closer and watch. I will not punish you. You’ve had your salt-peter so your mind is not on the lustful juices that she excretes. It is never too soon to learn how to give proper discipline for when you have families of your own. You see how she shakes and shimmies and I’ve missed the last two times because of her obscene gyrations at the last minute spoiling my aim?”

Jamie was panting rapidly when Victoria delivered three rapid fire blows directly on target and continued to rain down strikes until she was driving Jamie through the yard on all fours. She was following behind her as Jamie padded through the grass. Do you see how I take control and can steer her?”

“Just like a real mule!” Gordon sounded excited.

“Yes, not unlike a stubborn mule, who wants to try next?”

Jamie looked over her shoulder in disbelief as the boys were jumping up and down with excitement “me, me, me!!”

“Did you have something to say, Jamie Taylor?” Mrs. Waxerman stopped her lecture to address Jamie when she caught her turning around to look at them. “Maybe you have a particular bible verse you’d like to recite like a good Christian child would know?”

“No Ma’am, I only know the ones I heard you say today.”

Jamie hadn’t meant that the way Victoria took it. “The bible verses we say aren’t what good Christian children know?” This time there were several switches on her right and left ass cheek to punctuate the question. “The bible contains references to many things, it is the word of God and it is perfect and complete. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I agree”

“That is some progress!” Mrs. Waxerman sounded pleased with herself as she told Jimmy he could use the rod he cut for himself on Jamie. “I hope you picked a good rod.”

“I did, Ma’am!” Jamie thought she may even be bleeding when the boy finished with her ass. He had struck her on the cheeks and in between her pink meat several times. Victoria had coached him about how to walk her around the yard and lead her in the direction he wanted her to go with his strikes.

“Who will go next?”

“Ma’am please, a rest to catch….my breath?” Jamie was on heightened sensory overload. The pain had begun to blur in her mind and one strike led into the next like a bad dream.

“Nonsense? A fit cheerleader like you! You had the energy to provide oral copulation to how many boys yesterday?”

“Seven Ma’am”

“I thought you said three?”

“That was just at school, the others my father knew about.”

“Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest her with the rod, she shall not die. Proverbs 23:1" Victoria announced and gave Victor his turn to go with Jamie.

“Please Ma’am, no more on the booty butt.” Jamie was heaving and sobbing, all her muscles were tight from the pain.

“Where would you suggest the rod be administered?” Waxerman asked with arms folded. The switch she had been using was now in tatters and bent to the point of ruin.

“Anywhere else, my tits?”

“The breasts are a mother’s beacon for her child to provide nourishment but they are also sensitive enough that they can be struck if you do so directly across where this child has sought to adorn herself with metal hoops like a goat would wear.”

Jamie was allowed to rise up with her dirty knees still on the grass and her hands behind her back.

Gordon was shown how to strike, and he began spanking her across the tits with his switch. Each strike, an electric strike, that caused her to jump, jiggle and at times confuse pain with pleasure. She rarely confused the signals. It was mostly brutal pain that brought her to tears. There had been a few flashes where the line blurred and the endorphins in her brain triggered a different response to rescue her from the nerve endings that were screaming at her.

“Hey, if I’d known we could hit there, I wouldn’t have used all mine on the booty butt.” Jimmy sounded disappointed but Victoria just ignored him. Gordon’s switch struck her tits so hard it broke in two.

“See why we needed more than one? They wear out.” Gordon’s tone was cordial as if he was offering to Jamie, ‘No hard feelings about the brutal beating I just gave your melons’.

Jamie was heaving and holding her tits, but Mrs. Waxerman forbade her to rub her soreness so she had to remove them. “I’ll have none of your sneaky masturbation!”

“A loving doe, a graceful deer--may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be captivated by her love. ~Proverbs 5:19” Delilah quoted a passage of the Bible and Mrs. Waxerman praised her.

“Would you like a go with our guest, Delilah?”

“Maybe after Zeke has had a turn.” She sounded as if she would rather do her nails than be there at the moment.

“Can I have it across the back or the belly, next please Ma’am?” Jamie begged, suddenly wishing her tits could just be removed from her body.

“Oh you would like that, because if it hurts less you learn less, and can behave worse without fear of punishment, correct?”

“No Ma’am, I fear the punishment, thank you. This has been an eye-opener, really and truly. Please don’t show my brother and dad how to do this.” She instantly wished she hadn’t said that. She thought back to the adage that by begging her not to tell them, that would ensure the busy body showed them.

“You know, that isn’t a bad idea. Give a whore the switch and you may correct her for an hour, but teach her father to switch and correct her forever ~ Waxerman 1:1” She smiled and let Zeke have his turn where he alternated between ass and tits to the point Jamie felt her eyes roll up and her leg muscles tighten so hard she got a charlie horse

“Girl, what is this thing between your legs?”

“My Cunt, Ma’am.” Jamie was gasping and struggling, her makeup had long since ran down into her eyes and mixed with the sweat, was stinging along with almost all the other muscles in her body.

There was a gasp that she answered that way.

“She knows not what she does.” Mrs. Waxerman clasped her hands as if summoning patience and said, “The metal locket that dangles from your body, what is it and what is it supposed to do?”

Jamie tried to regain her composure and explain that it was body jewelry. “My mother has one just like it, but because of the way I am shaped, she had to pull my clit hood out of my body and sort of staple it through. It won’t go back in now. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal ever since.” She was too exhausted to lie, but the truth was as outrageous as any of the comments she made to rile the old woman up.

“So it is as if you are masturbating yourself to experience carnal pleasures at all times, even when you are not touching yourself?”

Jamie was lying on her side in the grass, sweat drenched and dirty she truly would have ruined the monokini if she had it on. “No, it’s not the same as playing with myself, but the first time I got it, I had the biggest orgasm. I’ve never had anything like it.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” the boys’ cried in unison signifying that was a big faux pas on Jamie’s part. She thought she even heard Delilah join gleefully in on that chorus announcing she said something wrong.

“Jamie Taylor, you have no shame. You probably want to show us how you twist that thing and touch yourself to get that wave of sinful lust?”

“No Ma’am.” Jamie was so tired, all she wanted to do was crawl into a soft bed and hibernate until she healed.

“Would that your sexual ardor could be suppressed by the simple application of a soothing salter peter suppository. I could believe you now. Ly on your back and expose your legs wide enough that the boys do not see inside of you.”

Jamie hesitantly did as she was told – her teeth chattering in anticipation for what may be coming next.

Delilah volunteered to use the only remaining switch in good condition, despite the protests of the boys that they get the final branch.

“Shhh, you all had a turn. Unless you want to join Jamie, you’ll hush and behave in a civilized manner.” Victoria kept order in the ranks, because they quieted down immediately.

Jamie could see the wicked smile on Delilah’s face and the gleam in her eye. She looked like she had handled a switch before and proved it when her first strike hit its mark. Dead center on Jamie’s exposed Clit. The pain caused Jamie to jerk and do what some would call a stomach crunch -lifting her shoulders off the grass and her feet, with the abdomen doing all the work to lift her up when it involuntarily clenched.

Jamie could smell her pussy musk now, the raw smell of arousal, sweat and urine coupled with the scent of freshly cut grass and the leaves on the lawn. She probably looked like a complete wretch with her long straight hair strewn wildly around her shoulders – tears streaming down her eyes as she sobbed and writhed on Waxerman’s freshly mowed lawn.

“You won’t be playing with that disgusting little hole for a while, will you, you Athanasian wench?” Jamie didn’t understand what an ‘Athanasian wench’ might be but it didn’t sound like a good thing. Victoria had the sensibilities of a traditional mountain woman, but put on airs like she was highly educated. She certainly was a walking thesaurus – a particularly cruel thesaurus.

Jamie had suffered under an enema she showed her father how to do at their house earlier in the week but this beating was nothing short of unmerciful.

“Take the garden hose to the dollymop and once she has dried off you can bring her inside for a proper enema. I don’t want to do it inside.”

“We get to watch that too?” Jimmy sounded excited as he retrieved a hose from the side of the house.

“Ordinarily I would say no. The girls shall be kept from the boys during the administering of an enema. However, you’ve already seen this one in this most distressing state, so you can watch her.”

“What about you and Delilah, Aunt Nah-nah?” Gordon asked excitedly.

“Do you want to cut another switch for yourself?” Victoria made it clear in no uncertain terms that the boys would not watch her or her favored niece’s enema. “This is purely for educational purposes, and not edification Gordon Waxerman. You are not to take pleasure in it beyond that of learning the proper way to administer an enema.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He sounded disappointed.

Jamie jerked suddenly when the spray of garden water hit her chest with a heavy thud and splattered over her face.

“Her Messalinist of a mother has taught her to endure enemas in a particularly obscene fashion for their own gratification, but she will find that while mine is thorough there is no chance she will enjoy it. This is a favor for her father who asked me to help him.” She sounded very grateful anyone would ask for her help. As shrewful as she was, that request was probably quite seldom.

“What is a Messanialist?” Zeke butchered his question.

“Valeria Messalina was a Roman empress as the third wife of the Emperor Claudius.” Victoria said the word roman as if it were a hated enemy. “Extremely lustful, but also insulting, disgraceful, cruel, and avaricious; due to her inbreeding. She had an all-night sexual competition with Scylla the fallen woman. Jamie’s mother is the physical manifestation of this debauchery, which makes her a Messalinist.” Victoria explained patiently.

“Hey turn over, I’m done with the front.” Jimmy kicked Jamie with his foot to prod her.

“Jimmy?” Victoria asked expectantly.

“I am sorry, I mean turn over PLEASE”.

“Much better.” Mrs. Waxerman complimented her nephew while Jamie struggled to get up. “Remain on all fours so that Jimmy can wash you down, I wish you would hurry. Your father is expecting us at 2pm and I do hate to be rushed.”

“Yeah! The pool party!” The boys cheered.

“Nothing but Boodlers and Snollygosters will attend,” Victoria snorted with derision. “We will only attend because Bill Taylor asked me to deliver his daughter, because I want nothing of the bickering and in-fighting, or the flying rumors. If we stay, it is merely to enjoy politely and not engage in any of your tomfoolery or shenanigans!” She warned the boys without once looking at Delilah to include her in those instructions.

Jamie’s skin was turning a bright pink in the hot sun from the blood flowing under her skin and the tepid hose water, but she was now relatively clean except for a few places.

“You can walk inside.” Vicky offered kindly.

“If it suits you, I’ll crawl just like this.” Jamie grunted in discomfort. She was still committed to the white-alert charade she had begun and this was her half-hearted attempt to continue the game.

“Suit yourself, but you’ll wipe your knees and palms clean before setting foot into my parlor.” She sounded tolerant.

Jamie crawled in front of the boys who took liberties in poking and prodding her as she waddled to the patio door.

“You see why we all cut our own switches every time now?” Gordon asked her. She nodded her head but he felt compelled to explain anyway “The whooping t’aint over til the switches are all broke.” His toothy grin spread across his freckled face waiting for Jamie to do the same. He was surprised she didn’t seem to take to the proverbial country wisdom he had obviously learned from Mrs. Waxerman first hand.

She stood up to wipe her feet, knees and palms and entered the house. She hadn’t remembered it feeling quite so cold in Mrs. Waxerman’s house but this was her first time setting foot inside it. A cold chill ran down her spine and goose bumps immediately emerged all over her body. Her nipples were kept hard by the piercing she had received but this cold air was magnified by the contrast of the heat from outside and it made them painfully rock hard. She shivered as she stood waiting for this ordeal to begin.

Waxermen led her into a room where she placed a rubber sheet on the ground and had Jamie get down on all fours.

“You would ordinarily not take so much time to inspect the backdoor of a proper woman, but it is important that you see how I insert the syringe.”

Waxerman had Jamie pull her cheeks apart so they could see as she smeared a white substance she called ‘lard’ on Jamie’s ass. The substance was actually bacon fat mixed with witch-hazel. The waxy lubricant stung Jamie’s asshole and Waxermen chided, ‘Hush child, don’t writhe so obscenely while my nephews are behind you!” She ceased her wriggling and bit her lip to absorb the pain.

“Do you need to break wind before you receive the enema?” Victoria asked clinically. Her question made the Pooper Snoopers laugh out loud and hold their nose as if it already smelled.

“I don’t think so, Ma’am.” The question of her farting made Jamie uneasy. Her brother had been fascinated by the idea that such a perfect butt as Jamie’s’ would fart at all. He had insisted one day that she hold herself open and watched as her butthole puckered, opened and released a tiny puft of air and it had made her very self-conscious.

“You’ll be expected to carry the water for at least ten minutes. I hope you’ve been practicing since the paltry time you were able to endure my tonic last time I was at your house?”

It had only been a few days and Jamie was shocked she meant her to go the full ten minutes. She may have had an enema at most for half that time. She decided to go back into white-alert mode. “My brother has been after me to practice my enemas, but I get distracted watching the MTV and always release much too earlier because I have a short attention span, Ma’am.”

Jamie didn’t see it, but a look of skepticism registered on Delilah’s face when she heard ‘The MTV’. It sounded normal to the boys because they had been kept in the dark about the music channel. They had heard Victoria refer to it that way before. Delilah was a little more savvy and now she began to wonder if Jamie was egging on her aunt.

“I think then, if you don’t mind clearing the boys from behind me, I’d like that opportunity to try to break wind first, Ma’am?” Jamie spread a thin smile across her lips at the sound of laughter coming from the Pooper snoopers. She already knew they enjoyed hearing about poop and farts from the many conversations they had in her backyard when they were behind a fence. Her admission now was as much white alert for Victoria Waxerman as it was for their benefit.

“Are you so special that you’ve an aversion now to my nephews watching you break wind, when cavorted like

the quicunque vult that you are earlier?”

Jamie nodded and was prodded to answer out loud, “No Ma’am, I was just thinking of their nostrils and your delicate sensibilities.”

Victoria answered that with, “My dear child, your odious behavior is far more disgusting then any noxious emanations that may come from your booty butt.”

Jimmy laughed and asked what a ‘Cinco Day Vult’ was.

“It comes from the Latin, for, ‘Whoever wants to be saved, before all things it is necessary that he hold the Christian Faith’. The first words of the phrase are applied to a girl ‘Whoever wants to’, meaning a forward girl, ready to oblige every man that shall ask her.” Victoria lectured patiently.

“That is me!” Jamie smiled as her eyes lit up in recognition. She waited for a moment to let the shock run down Mrs. Waxerman’s spine that anyone would admit such scandalous behavior so readily and unrepentant before adding, “Unless my brother or father tell me not too.” Pouting as if she wished they wouldn’t restrain her from sexual excess. She was putting her all into the act now for Mrs. Waxerman – and by all, that not only meant her ‘white alert’ act as a wanton slut but also a juicy ‘Friiippppppp’ sound coming from her ass.

“Ewwwww, she tooted!” Jimmy announced as if everyone hadn’t already heard it – laughing through his disgust.

“Do you have any more?”

“Yes Ma’am, would you mind if I took a hand from pulling my booty butt apart, to push on my tummy?”

“I would.”

“I’ve a gas bubble, and if I could just exert a little pressure on my stomach, I might be able to let another one out before my enema, Ma’am?” Jamie was actually playing with Mrs. Waxerman still. Her brother had pushed on her tummy while she held her ass cheeks open when he wanted to see her fart to satisfy his curiosity that pretty girls farted just like everyone else did.

“Jimmy, will you reach under the girl and press firmly upon her stomach?”

“Yes Ma’am!” he sounded delighted to be included and bent over her with a solemn expression on his face as if pretending to be very serious. He pushed her tummy upwards which forced Jamie to release a little more gas, this time a less satisfying ‘siffffffffffffffffffffffffffffpp’ escaped her anal cavity.

The sound alone was enough to cause the boys more joy, but the visual of this girl holding her ass cheeks apart while the precious pink hole in between opened and closed to release a tiny puff of air was enough to make them downright giddy.

“This is a learning experience, not an opportunity for ribald exultations! You can accommodate a female this way by helping her to pass gas, but had she asked you to rub her anus or her vagina, what would you have done Jimmy?”

He waited dumbfounded for a moment before guessing, “Not do it, Nah-nah?”

“Let us hope that should you ever be the subject of a harlot’s temptation, you’ll remember what you learn from this exercise.”

“Would you like me to test Jimmy’s resolve, Ma’am?” Jamie asked quite seriously with just a hint of playfulness.

Delilah had to stifle a giggle at that question.

Waxerman only gasped, “You know I have tried for your father’s sake to treat you with my hospitality and speak to you as a young adult, but time and again you show that you are inconsolable. Has the switch taught you nothing?”

Jamie wanted to answer that it taught her plenty but the experience only congealed into a brutal whirlwind of pain she would reflect on for some time to come. “I was just trying to be helpful Ma’am, I am done breaking wind down.” Her voice took on her vivacious cheerleader positivity, even if it was somewhat forced.

The ornate wooden syringe that had been handed down from generation to generation looked something like a blacksmith’s bellows. It ended in a bronzed funnel shape that Mrs. Waxerman had greased with the lard and rubbed with her hands to warm it. “A child such as this one doesn’t deserve such comforts as this, but for your own family you should use your hands to warm the outside that it not chill them.”

She inserted the tube into Jamie’s asshole with a push and then began to slowly stoke the bellows to squeeze out the colonic mixture by pushing on a lever mechanism that forced the liquid through the stopper at an even rate.

“You’ll find this far more soothing and effective then the tabasco enema I provided you when I was at your home.”

Jamie’s eyes widened at the intrusion of the tube into her ass and the sudden knowledge that this recipe could be even more heinous.

“This is my blackstrap M&M recipe.” Mrs. Waxerman immediately shushed the boys that it had nothing to do with the ‘devil’s grapes’ which is what she called M&M’s.

“Hey Jimmy, I bought some M&Ms once, but they were defective. They all said W&W’s” Jamie tried to calm herself by telling a joke she remembered her brother telling her a long time ago. Her way of telling it was to deliver it like Goldie Hawn telling a blonde joke.

Victoria would have none of her lollygagging and bawdy humor. She let Jamie know by squeezing more of the mixture into her ass that she was the one in control. The warm thickness of the enema was something she had never experienced before.

“You mix half Appalachian blackstrap warm molasses with half as much again of warm buttermilk to make a full quart. Take that quart and mix it in a cast iron skillet, with another quart of warm water to fill the clyster chamber.”

“Sounds delicious!” Delilah purred like a cat and the boy’s, oblivious to her sarcasm, agreed.

Victoria didn’t have a chance to admonish them because Jamie started cramping almost immediately. She let go of her ass cheeks and began to kick with her feet and hold her stomach. The mixture was causing painful cramps throughout her body, but mostly her intestines.

“Hold her feet so she does not spill it.” Victoria ordered and the Pooper snoopers immediately complied, while Jamie writhed with the enema clyster firmly shoved up her ass. “Try and calm yourself, it will be all over directly.” She sounded calm as she delivered a steady stream of M&M remedy to Jamie’s rear entrance.

“I thought you said ten full minutes, Nah-nah?” Delilah tried to sound more caring than sadistic.

“I did indeed child, once I’ve delivered at least half of this to this thrashing child, we shall cork her off.” Mrs. Waxerman tried to sound calm as she followed every gyration of the naked girl now in excruciating pain from the mixture. “Oh cease your bellyaching, you’ll find it is far easier going in than going out!” Victoria’s words, if they had been intended to be helpful at all, were not working to slow Jamie’s painful spasms.

“Delilah, would you use the corn cob to cap this beastly girl?” Victoria didn’t want the boys to enjoy that experience and she needed them to hold Jamie’s legs and flailing arms as she hurled herself around the rubber sheet in anguish.

The clyster was removed and Delilah shoved the dried corn cob husk in much further than necessary. All corn had long since been removed from the cob, but it was still easily eight inches in length.

“Excellent job Delilah,” Victoria complemented her niece before informing Jamie that the ten minutes began from this point. She examined an old timey pocket watch to note the time. “If only we had something to restrain her with, a Waxerman woman would never gyrate so obscenely.”

Jamie wasn’t pretending under her dutiful desire to perform her ‘white-alert’ charade. There was absolutely no inhibition available to her as she groaned and struggled with the enema working its way through her insides. She had felt the dried bristles of the corn cob penetrate her asshole and it felt like the molasses was forming a seal around it. Her stomach was growling and making noises she had never heard her body make before.

“I believe you did not break wind enough before this exercise began.” Victoria looked at the girl on the floor without a trace of sympathy as her nephews worked to subdue the girl. In the process if they grabbed a tit, or touched her ass, Jamie wouldn’t have noticed because her mind was completely on the harrowing experience of his new enema. She would not have believed it would be worse than the pepper/tabasco mixture Waxerman had inflicted on her and her mother on her last visit but it was.

“GAHAAHAHAHA!!!!” Jamie had snot coming out of her nose, and her eyes had swollen up with tears while she gasped and screamed for mercy.

“Should we gag her, Nah-nah?” Delilah stood impassively next to her Aunt watching the spectacle play out.

“No, despite her calls possibly awakening the devil, her airways should not be blocked.” Victoria watched with curiosity as the girl spasmed on the floor below her.

She chided the boys for letting Jamie touch herself. Jamie wasn’t striving to give herself sexual release or to reinforce the white alert, she was working her hands to her crotch area to try to remove the cob and let out the liquid from her ass. Even if Victoria hadn’t told herself it was simply an over-sexed quicunque vult reaching for her comforts in her time of need she would have forbade the cobs removal.

Jamie’s struggle lasted 3 minutes and twenty seconds before even with three younger boys pulling her down and held her arms and legs. She managed to wriggle herself in a position with her ass in the air, that she could force the cob out.

Waxerman had Delilah waiting with a bronzed spittoon to be used as a chamber pot for the inevitable end of the struggle. The sound of the chocolate colored mixture exploding out of Jamie’s ass was hardly delicate.

“It sounds like one of Gary’s!” Jimmy scrunched his nose in disgust while smiling.

“It smells like one of Gary’s!” Gordon added with laughter.

Jamie held herself over the metal pot without any sense of modesty and released everything in her tummy and probably some things that hadn’t quite made it there yet. After the deluge had completed she wondered briefly if the penny she had swallowed on a dare as a little girl had finally made it out in that massive and complete dump.

She was still cramped when the last squirt from her ass was dropped into the bucket. She was also wet and aroused. Her nipples were extremely hard and her pussy was dripping wet. The intensity of the experience, coupled with the humiliation of it and the piercings constant reminders to her body had left her in an intensely euphoric state which was an extreme contrast to her stomach which was still grumbling and growling and in severe pain. She was feeling two extremes in her nervous center and like peanut butter and chocolate they were coming together to form something entirely new.

“Ai-ai-ai-ai” She chattered her teeth as her hips shook over the metal bucket.

“Did you enjoy that?” Jimmy asked innocently.

Jamie couldn’t answer, she was answering a more primal call that was happening in her mind and had tuned out reality.

“Sure she did, she is smiling.” Gordon speculated.

“She is smiling because she has been unblocked from the fast food, the store bought preservatives and government cheese that has been building up in her system for years.” Victoria answered for them both. “Do you appreciate what was just done for you, girl?”

“Yes Ma’am, thank you.” Jamie wasn’t sure if it was the white alert or perhaps a masochistic tendency she didn’t know existed because she offered politely, “Please show my brother and father this recipe, Ma’am.” She decided to tell herself that it had been a polite response in a moment of weakness, because while a part of her was overwhelmingly disgusted, a part of her felt this tremendous release now that her stomach was settling down. She still had the cramp but it was manageable.

“You did alright for a city girl.” Waxerman sounded almost pleased with Jamie’s reaction none the less. “Ezekial, will you take her outside and use the garden hose to wash her off of sweat and her excretions and show her where you hid her swimming suit so that she can finish my yard before we are late to the pool party?”