Chapter 2

Wendy drove straight to her favorite restaurant, Panera. Jamie might have preferred somewhere she could get a nice pizza. But they were out to celebrate her mother's victory, so she didn't say anything about her mom’s choice of eating establishments.

They got their meals and selected a table as far from the other customers as possible. They had enough privacy that they could discuss what had just happened and how to handle the promised "corrective measures."

Neither of them had ever spanked anyone, and they hadn’t really thought about the reality of actually hitting someone. In fact, neither of them had ever struck anyone in their lives. They didn't even really know how to go about spanking someone, much less an adult male!

There was an awkward silence as the two of them ate. Neither one really wanted to address the easy victory they had just achieved.

"You know, Mom ... We’re actually going to have go through with it now" Jamie said, grinning.

"Yes ... It kind of scares me. I didn't really think past this part" Wendy admitted.

Jamie giggled good-naturedly. "You’re kidding, right?"

"No, I wasn't sure, when I thought of this, if I was just sending a wakeup call to them, or what. I didn't picture myself being the boss, much less you. Do you want to go back and see if we can bluff them into shaping up?" Wendy asked her daughter.

"Well, I’d say yes, but I think you know what promises from the men in our family really mean?"

"True, true, Bill has been off and on diets, and always makes New Year's resolutions, but then adds, jokingly, "Well ... not THIS year, I mean the year after next I'll start that one." He doesn't realize that it was a cute joke the first time he said it, but we've married a long time now," Wendy admitted.

"So, that means, for their own good, we’re really going to have wear the pants in the family." Jamie said seriously.

"You ready for this?" Wendy looked into her daughter's eyes for a sign that this was too much.

"I am. It's for their own good, and I’m tired of cleaning up after them. So it’ll be nice to see them have to get off their butts. But for that to happen, we will need to think of some consequences. Now I remember one year at Band Camp..." Jamie went on to discuss with her mom some of the methods that discipline was reinforced back in middle school, and the two laughed and came up with a half a dozen ideas.

They had to admit that some of the ideas were kind of half-baked, and would require more work to check on than would be worthwhile.

In the end, they realized that men are motivated by only a few things. A comedian had said it best.

1. Sex

2. Silence (and football)

‘Silence’ they expanded that to things that seemed to comfort them: sitting their ass in a chair and playing computer games, drinking beer, and watching television.

In the case of ‘Sex’, well, Chris was kind of hopeless, but they both knew he kept a sock under his bed that he jerked off into. "Ewww, gross" Jamie had said when her mom told her about it, but she had known it was there, she just didn't want to think about it.

Chris and Bill both liked online pornography, so maybe they could use sex as a way to encourage the men. Not having it with them, but as gross as it sounds, they knew that both of them like to masturbate and look at girls. And not just online, but watching girls as they go jogging down the sidewalk past their house in the suburbs in the evenings.

So maybe cutting off their access to things like that will motivate them, give them some sort of edge of control. Jamie and Wendy's plan wasn't really all that severe, it was more good-natured and playful. They were going to 'have fun with this', and the two women conspired and laughed, their confidence rising that this was going to be the change for the best. They may as well smile while they grin and bear putting the Taylor men in their place.

It had only been a few days, and already Bill and Chris were back to their old ways. Taking backsliding and half-assing to a whole new level of art form, they seemed even chipper that they were able to dodge Wendy and Jamie's new requirements for them.

The guys of the Taylor household had a look of amusement on their faces, as they would 'accidentally' break a dish, or claim not to understand how a mop works (or in Chris's case, it was no act). This would require even more time and trouble for the girls than had they simply done it themselves.

This was starting to become a test of wills, Wendy pointed out to her daughter as they talked privately throughout the day. "We've tried being good role models on how to clean up and pull your weight, we've tried praising them and positive reinforcement, and we’ve tried patiently working with them. It's just not working. They’re a mess."

Wendy pointed out it wouldn't be long until Jamie was away in college, but she'd be stuck with Bill for a long time, and most likely Chris the underachiever would be living in the house until he was at least 40.

Jamie put her arm around her mom, and gave her a reassuring "Yeah, I know ... and it sucks, but we've lost. It's just not fun to try to keep them in line, they aren't trying, and they don't seem to care if they half-ass everything. We really have nothing on them. Let's just tell them this goofy experiment is over, and we’re going back to normal." Reluctantly her mother accepted defeat, and they both walked into the den to tell Bill it was all over.

Except Bill had his pants down around his ankles, fingering his cock. There was a long silence. The mother and daughter drank in the fact that Bill seemed to be jerking it to porn on the computer.

"I can explain..." Bill offered up in a sudden panic.

Wendy was about to laugh and say "pull up your pants, Bill,” when Jamie saw what he was really looking at.

That’s when it hit the fan, as they say. The moment when it all changed.