Chapter One Hundred Eight

The Only Spanking You Ever Did Was Spank The Monkey!

I had officially done it – I was a whore now. I had sold my pussy for sex – or had it sold. And on top of it I had stood naked in front of everyone with a plug in my ass and let someone write WHORE in big obscene letters right across my rump! I had probably even smiled and looked happy about it; and I wasn’t sure how much was the act and how much was actually me.

Mom was a whore – but I was BRANDED a whore. I had volunteered and bent over

willingly to let someone write it on my ass and now here I was – wishing I had back pedaled and wondering why I hadn’t. I was so nervous and yet everyone else seemed to think I had it all together. I was getting smiled at and flirted with – I have to admit the

positive attention made it easier to swallow (literally).

I had considered taking this option earlier when it was offered to me but I was far too frightened to do it. A part of me had wondered what it was going to be like and a much bigger part of me felt I had already gone way too far – especially in front of my mom.

I was now OFFICIALLY branded a “Whore” and advertising myself – for any sort of sexual adventure whatsoever. Once I was dressed – I felt even more naked as the WH and the RE were fully visible on both of my ass cheeks on either side of the yellow thong between my butt crack.

I wondered secretly if it was too late to un-volunteer, as I started to run through scenarios for grifts in my head and how they were going to likely become intensely more sexual in nature. It was wishful thinking brought on by the fear that I’d have to go over to my mom and actually have a conversation about what just happened and I wanted to put that off as long as I could.

I knew it was actually too late to back out and I found I wasn’t really as worried about it as I should have been. I was almost smiling over it and that scared me more than anything else.

There was no going back now and I took solace only in the look on the two Haislip’s faces as they endured giggles and taunts from the crowd as they got dressed. “Stay naked, ya slut!” said one old man.

“Why don’t you?” Tawny fired back at him with a challenging sneer. She should have been freshly humiliated – a feeling I knew very well. Then again – maybe her angry bluster was like Savannah’s defense mechanism. A crabby way to say “Don’t look at me – don’t laugh at me!”

Whatever it was – the man just laughed a toothless grin and promptly pulled down his shorts, revealing a big dick and long, drooping balls as his shorts hung between his knees. “Sure – I’ll show you mine, now keep showing me yours!” his laughter bellowed across the pool as our two latest additions tried to adjust to being the subjects of ridicule.

The Haislip girls didn’t actually need any actual training in how to run grifts. I would have thought people would be lining up to fuck them, but after the commotion at the pool the audience died down and they were brought to the sidewalk with Savannah, Crystal, Delilah, my mother and I and told to wave down customers.

They didn’t have to whisper and plot to each other – they seemed to have a language made up entirely of evil glances and facial expressions directed at each other. They did half-heartedly try to flag down customers, but they were more inclined to let us do the heavy lifting and get them in.

Tawny flashed her boobs once and when the truck stopped to check her out she pantomimed throwing a fishing line in his direction and reeling him. The man in the truck honked, smiled, but drove off. She flipped him off and declared, “Fuck these freebies! I am not doing this all day.”

“Oh yes, you are!” Savannah replied with a wicked grin. “You might as well get used to having your tits out and your ass pinched, whore!”

Tawny was so incensed she looked like she was going to pounce on Savannah and kick her ass, but a nice looking, older gentleman pulled up in a pick-up truck and she and her mom ran up to work their first grift on him.

They were very competitive, not only with all the other girls but with each other. They made up their own grifts that seemed to work for them. At first, most of these little ploys involved sneaking around Tyga; and he played the part perfectly as an incompetent twit who was in his over his head with two complete bitches to manage.

The truth is sometimes the best kind of grift!

They basically ganged up on the nice gentleman who really just wanted his pickup truck washed and was willing to pay to see two pretty girls do it. I had done several of these fairly innocent washes and if the guy didn’t bite – we didn’t force him to play along.

Unlike my brother, who watched us like a hawk, Tyga was playing with his cell phone and being generally oblivious – I felt myself wanting to actually say something. A part of me just thought fair was fair; but a part of me also knew if I did, I would probably get punished for speaking up! Still – I wished someone would. They couldn’t just expect Tyga to pick up and act like he knew what he was doing – not with those two female sharks!

The Haislip girls didn’t want to wash cars and they also didn’t want to participate in this any longer than it would take to pay back the money they owed. Tawny flashed her tits to the man and he smiled politely. Since he didn’t give her money, or instantly fall for her charms, she lost patience with him but promised, “My mom would LOVE to suck your cock,” as a whisper in his ear, “I bet she would if you offered her twenty dollars.”

April sensually bent down to the man’s other ear and suggested, “It’s actually my daughter who gives the best head. We are desperate – how about 15 bucks and a bottle of water and she will let you finger her.”

“I don’t really want that – I have a wife at home who takes care of my needs, but I sure would appreciate it if you waxed the truck and made her shine like a diamond,” the old man was flattered and somewhat embarrassed as they rubbed his chest and cooed in his ear.

Tyga came over to urge them to leave the nice old man alone, “You were sent out here to wash cars! Not flirt, mom!” He sounded more like a typical teenager than the thuggish, wannabe-rapper as he tried to assert himself with his mother.

“Pish-tosh,” April dismissed her son and continued to work the man over despite his resistance– whispering sweet nothings in his ear. “How much do you have to spend? Maybe we can work something out?” I heard her say.

“I don’t have much – social security. You get a little every month but it’s not enough to live on,” the elderly man chuckled at his joke.

April didn’t take no for an answer. She rubbed her hand across his chest “This is a one-time offer – I am dying to see what you have in your pants,” she cooed as if he were a handsome young buck.

“You would be disappointed I think,” the man cinched up his pants and then it was April’s turn to take over. She edged her mother out with her shoulder while faking a smile and putting her tits on his head. “I bet you like younger girls though don’t you?”

“You are about as young as my grand-daughter!” the man clearly wasn’t biting but the more he resisted them the more they seemed determined to get him on the hook. “Can I ask – what is the story with what is written on your rear-end?”

Tawny dismissed his question “That was just a playful joke – we were just messing around!”

“What do you have sticking out of the back of your swimsuit?” the man took notice of the plug handle sticking a good four inches out of the back of April’s thong.

“This?” Tawny yawned as if it were a simple explanation and she was bored by his question. “I told you before – we are friendly girls who need a little cock, so if you want to see where I’ve got this plug – let’s play?” she scratched his neck with her fingers roughly and he recoiled slightly.

“I am married – listen, this is all flattering and you’ve got me blushing, but I don’t think you girls really want to wash my truck and I should probably get going. I don’t want to over promise and under deliver. Let’s just call it even – how about I give you ten dollars for your troubles?”

April and Tawny looked insulted by his offer.

Tyga had been leaning against the wall watching with his arms folded pretending to be a thug-like rapper, but he looked just like the cocky white boy he was. “Yo, you want these dank ass ho’s? You talk to me, son!”

He cocked his hat to one side and approached as if he were trying to sort out the problem but everyone ignored him until he inserted himself directly into the situation and confronted his mother and sister. “Whoa, whoa, Ho and Ho junior – what seems to be the predicament?” Tyga reverted to his thuggish style of talking and the man completely ignored him. “Lodi Dodi – Lodi Dodi – I said what’s wrong, cuz you look upset?” Tyga tried again to get the man’s attention but the older man seemed above even acknowledging Tyga.

I wasn’t sure who to feel more sorry for in this situation – Tyga for not being able to get even a modicum of respect or the old man for having to deal with it. I certainly didn’t feel bad for April and Tawny who both seemed devilishly pleased for some reason.

“I shouldn’t have even stopped here,” the gentleman seemed regretful as he held out the ten dollars. “I’m sorry for any trouble I have caused,” he apologized profusely.

Tyga took the ten dollars and told him he could spank his mother and sister’s asses.

“I don’t want to do that, son.” The gentleman was clearly confused by the offer as he headed for his truck.

April and Tawny cast daggers at Justin with their eyes and reiterated, “Yeah, he doesn’t want to do THAT,” as they escorted him, trying in a last ditch effort to turn this around. “He wants to play – and be played with, not be a meanie,” April pleaded with him.

I would have given up by this point. We’ve had quite a few customers come through who wanted little more than to watch some girls bounce their asses and tits while washing their vehicle and they are hard sells on anything else. He clearly didn’t want what they were selling and he had made that clear.

Yet, I was shocked to see him cave to their charms and finally ask, “Well, how much then?”

“How much do you have?” April asked him bluntly once she saw him succumb to their charms – I don’t think she ever even had a doubt.

“Probably not enough?” I heard the man say sheepishly – looking over his shoulder as if concerned his wife might be standing right behind him.

“Could you go to an ATM?” Tawny offered with a fake, broad, toothy, all-American girl smile.

“I could..., but I wouldn’t be able to get any money out when I got there,” the man chuckled. “I don’t have an ATM card. In 50 years of banking I never had need of one and I ain't about to start now,” he said proudly. I could see he wore a veteran’s pin proudly on his lapel – he struck me as a solid man who stood up for his beliefs and morals.

Yet, the two women had cast a spell on him – a pussy spell, and it was strong. He settled for a hand job and gave April all the money he had. He clearly had chosen April to do the deed but she found a way to insist her daughter provide it instead. “She really needs the practice – you don’t mind do you, Sir?” she had him wrapped around her little finger and he nodded politely.

It wasn’t like the hot teenage girl was a door prize after all anyway. Tawny and her mother communicated in a secret language of bitches, with facial expressions and eye-twitches, and it appeared to me Tawny was saying secretly something along the lines of “Okay – I’ll do it this time – but next time, it’s payback.” as she led the man into the cab of his own pickup to jerk him off.

“Will you take your top off, please?” the nice gentleman asked her and she rolled her eyes and let him put his hand under the bikini top before unzipping his pants and playing with him.

My mother and I had a completely different approach to grifting – one that involved an awkward sort of team work. We both followed the rules and called the men Sir while playing the part of rich bitches. There was something almost sad and plastic about how Tawny and April had treated that man. My mother and I would be bitches – but we always let them settle the score with us before it was over and walk away very satisfied.

Then again – that man was going to cum and he was getting to feel Tawny up.

I was scrubbing the fender of an El Camino when I noticed my brother walk up to Tyga and try to offer him some advice. “You can’t let these girls walk all over you,” he said.

“It’s just my moms and sister though – that is just their thing – know what I mean?” Tyga was listening to his iPod and letting his mom work on her next customer while Tawny finished business in the pickup truck. “I am just doing my thing – they are doing their thing, I mean like you know what I mean?” Tyga sounded so trite as a rapper.

Tyga and his mother were behind the customer’s truck and near the front of the Semen Hole Rec Center – which surprisingly gave them the most privacy. They couldn’t be easily seen unless you were right at the gate leaving the pool area.

I think that was his mother’s intention all along. She reminded me of clever Charlotte spinning her web and Tyga was Arnold, the wonderful pig running around thinking the story was all about him! She had found a nice little hidey hole – if she was going to debase herself she didn’t want to do it right out in the open, all soaking wet and sudsy and tits flashing like the rest of us ‘common whores’.

“I don’t think I do know what you mean, actually,” my brother on the other hand could come across as extremely nerdy and over analytic at times. “You need to establish that you are the boss. You need to set the prices – and you need to be the one to handle the money.” He warned Tyga of the dangers of getting too familiar and friendly with the girls under his charge.

“It’s all good – you know? It ain't no-thing but a chicken wing,” when Tyga saw my brother wasn’t really digging his white-rapper routine he explained more seriously, “It’s not like they can hide anything in those bikinis anyway.”

“You would be surprised,” my brother walked up to April and grabbed her by the handle of her butt plug. She turned and looked at him like she was going to slap him, but then smiled sweetly at him.

“Oh what is it Sir? I was just trying to work something out with this nice gentleman here,” April alluded to a handsome man with a thick mustache that looked a lot like the older bouncer in the movie Road House.

“If you will excuse me a moment, Sir?” my brother apologized to the man. Her would-be customer nodded and said he had all day. He was clearly curious what was going to happen and smiled when my brother ordered April Haislip to undress, “Surprise inspection, strip bitch.”

“What?” she looked over at Tyga and then at the customer for their reaction before pointing out Tyga was her Master. “You can’t just ask me to walk around naked out here.”

“I am not ASKING,” my brother pressed the fun button on her butt plug and explained, I am TELLING you to undress. We do surprise inspections and any of the men in charge can call for one – especially when we think one of the girls is hiding money. Now are you going to get that bikini off?”

“What if I don’t?” April calmly called my brother’s bluff. I thought she might just slap him when he reached for the butt plug but she merely stared at him imperiously with her shoulders back like a snake about to strike.

Conner was clearly not used to being questioned at that level. Even when Mom and I played rich-bitches we always reluctantly went along with his instructions.

“I think you know what lengths Odd-Jobs would go to to call in the money you owe – which is why we have you working off your debt – now shall I go get him, or will you step out of your bikini for me?” my brother released the handle to her butt plug and stood there defiantly. He was a little shorter than her – and yet the time he had spent talking down to us had definitely bolstered his confidence.

“You really think I am ascared of a pip squeak like you?” April harrumphed to let him know that she was not taking him seriously. Surprisingly though she took off the lace vest she was wearing so that she could unsnap her bikini top.

“It’s SCARED, not ascared,” Conner corrected her English, “and it’s SIR when you are talking to your betters!”

“If I were talking to my betters it might be,” she popped off her top revealing her perfect tits. The look on her face was almost as if she was waiting for Conner’s eyes to pop out of his head like a cartoon character and to hear that “Ah-Oooga!” sound. He seemed unimpressed as he waited for her to take off her bottoms.

“Fine? You want to play? Let’s play,” April looked around – surprised that the entire pool didn’t notice her undressing on the sidewalk and whipped off her bottoms quickly. “You want to feel me up? Go ahead and check – I know how the game is played.”

“You really don’t. Because if you did you would get in an inspection position.” My brother called me over to demonstrate. I should have been working on a customer of my own instead of watching from a distance and pretending to wash the same hubcap over and over.

“Yes, oh great and illustrious leader? You rang?” I said teasingly. I knew I should be nervous whenever he called my name, but I was secretly enjoying April getting what was coming to her too much to stop smiling.

“Stop smiling like a foolish twat for a minute,” my brother picked up on my good mood and wiped the smile right off of my face- insisting I be serious. “I need you to show this foolish woman how to submit to a search by one of your betters,” Conner talked to me like he was a Lord from one of his Game of Thrones novels.

I would have played the part of the reluctant bitch but looking at April standing there naked with her arms folded made me decide better of it. I didn’t want to side with her and so I surrendered to my brother’s whims and quickly undressed, top first. “Yes Master, I appreciate your vigilance. Just knowing you are always able to, helps prevent me from being tempted to steal from everyone again,” I found myself almost believing I had stolen money the day before – even though it had been planted on me.

April’s trick seemed impressed with my change in attitude.

“Yes, Yes,” Conner whipped me around to face Tyga and his mother once I was naked. “You talk too much – now open your mouth, and put your hands behind your head like a good little bitch,” Conner explained to Tyga that it was important to handle me like he was the boss. I didn’t protest – it was actually true, even if I didn’t want to admit it on some level. I knew he had to do this to make it seem real and put me in my place, and I didn’t hold it against him.

“You want them to admit their shortcomings and be thankful for this treatment like my sister just did – but don’t give them a swollen head about admitting it. They’ll crave the attention and just say it to brown nose. You wouldn’t be brown nosing would you, Sis?”

“No Sir!” I totally was kissing his ass; but I couldn’t help smiling again because I was enjoying the thought that April would have to do this as well and that made it all worthwhile as I stood--tits jutting out, ass cheeks clenched, shoulders back, chin up and waited with my mouth open while April’s trick winked at me with a gleam in his eye.

“You are starting to learn, Sis,” my brother used me like a training dummy to explain that, “You want to rub your hands all up and down the body. They might hide something under their tits, so lift those up – check their ears, between their ass cheeks, behind the knees.”

“Damn,” I wasn’t sure if Tyga’s excited expletive was a compliment towards me or shock at how strict my brother could be. He stared at his naked mother clearly intimidated to lay his hands all over her body roughly like that.

“You should think of this as doing her a favor. If you don’t check her, then she will be tempted to revert to her true nature and steal!” my brother showed how to feel me up all over.

“Do you want to remove my butt plug, Sir?” I asked with a hint of impatience in my voice. It was really just that I was excited to get the focus back off of me but my brother wasn’t having it.

He slapped my inner thighs and told Tyga, “Don’t let them set the pace – don’t let them tell you when or how to do anything. They speak respectfully or not at all – and if they don’t, then they face the consequences! Isn’t that right Sis?” Conner ground the glass plug into my ass hard and twisted.

“Yeah, yesss, Master!” I blurted out as the plug drove further up my ass and it was April’s turn to laugh at my anguish! I could feel him jiggle it and seat it in place so it wouldn’t pop out.

“Get into the first inspection position she showed you,” Conner tried to intimidate April with his tone but she ignored his instruction.

“Why don’t you let Mark here do my inspection? He’ll even pay for the privilege?” she mentioned the trick by name and stood her ground – remaining completely naked save for the butt plug.

“Mark might be the one helping you for all we know!” Conner walked behind Tyga’s mother and slapped some cuffs on her wrists that he carried in his shorts. “No offense, Mark.” he offered to the trick and Mark nodded his understanding. “This is to teach your son how to check a slut for anything she may be hiding. Mark can just enjoy the show – for now.”

“I am definitely enjoying the show,” Mark mused wistfully and suggested the two boys carry on. He seemed content to smirk and watch as April was humiliated in front of him.

“Cuffing me? You think I was going to slap you, boy?” April chuckled like Superman might at the idea of being handcuffed. She leered back at Mark to let him know he just missed his chance to become her white knight – not that he seemed to care too much.

My brother produced his windshield wiper and slapped April right across the ass. “I think I will hit you – and I don’t want you trying to cover your fat ass! You will refer to your betters as Sir and any time you forget – this will be used to remind you!”

“You act tough,” April acted like the slice across her perfect ass didn’t bother her, but I could tell from how she winced when my brother hit her a second time that it definitely cut into her pride.

“You act tough..., what?” my brother wasn’t going to let it slide – he HAD to break her to demonstrate to Tyga and everyone else that he was in charge.

“You act tough, Sir,” April rolled her eyes but said the words. “Fine – feel me up, Sir. I need to get back to making money so this little nightmare can be over.” She bent over in the same position I was standing in.

SWACK – my brother struck her across the ass and told her to stand up straight. “I told you to take the first inspection position. You are hard-headed like MY sister – you need to learn how to follow instruction.”

I found myself pouting. I should have known my brother was putting on an act but a part of me wondered if he really meant I was hard-headed.

“Go on then,” Conner prodded Tyga to run his hands up and down his mother’s body the way he had been shown on me.

Tyga seemed genuinely reluctant and intimidated.

“Just fucking do it,” April had raised her cuffed hands behind her head and stood naked, with her legs slightly apart in the same position of attention I had taken earlier, “They won’t be satisfied until you do. It’s how they get off.”

SWACK – my brother gave her another hard reminder across her ass cheeks, causing her butt plug to wiggle between her cheeks slightly.

“FUCK!” April turned to stare at my brother over her shoulder and he smacked her again before she could explain, “I was going to call him Sir – you didn’t give me a chance, Sir!”

“Next time you may not want to wait so long,” Conner advised her. ”I can use this wiper on your butt all day, if it it teaches you a lesson.” He waited for her and when she didn’t respond told her she better learn soon or she was going to have a waffle ass from all the lines he was leaving in her buttocks.

“Just do it, Sir – it’s fine,” April assured her son that it was okay to touch her all over but she seemed over the lesson my brother was trying to teach her and not willing to hear anymore.

Tyga rubbed his mom gingerly and my brother insisted he touch her more intimately and roughly. “Don’t let those perfect tits intimidate you,” Conner insisted.

“Thank you, Sir,” April smiled slightly while ignoring her son’s flummoxed attempts to feel around her body and rub her down – massaging her flat stomach and hips with his hands.

“I just don’t want to get a boner, ya know what I mean?” Tyga looked embarrassed – the same way he had when he came earlier. I would actually have been impressed if he could get it up again so quickly. I could sense his mom rolling her eyes and mouthing a sigh even though I couldn’t see her face.

“If you get hard I’ll let you fuck my sister,” Conner assured him as if I were his property – and I guess I really was. I couldn’t help it – my pussy was dripping wet now and I could feel my girly juices dripping down my thighs. There were people leaving the pool watching us and staring right at me with grins on their faces. I tried not to look directly at them or think about what I was doing too hard – mooning everyone who left out the front gate.

“You ready to bend over now, Mom?” Tyga asked in a voice that demonstrated he hadn’t fully developed the confidence to order her around.

“You don’t ask – you tell!” Conner gripped the handle of her butt plug turned on the vibration mode and bent her over. I was able to watch it pulsate between her cheeks as it caused them to shake like she was really getting fucked and see the cherry-pink of my brother’s handiwork on her ass once she was bent over, facing away from me.

“You’ve heard of a cuckold, by the end of today you’ll be a cuntold!” my brother promised Tyga’s mother.

“We’ll see if any of this changes me – if you’d put that vibrator in my pussy where it belongs I might actually enjoy this,” she answered him sarcastically adding a “Sir” reluctantly before he could strike her.

“You won’t believe that fucking creepy asshole,” Tawny said as she returned to where we were standing. She had slipped back on her bikini and was holding one of her hands waving it in the air to dry as if it was sticky. “He came all over my hand and didn’t even give me extra,” Tawny didn’t even realize her mother was naked until she got close enough to see my brother and Tyga standing over her. “Oh, haha! What the fuck did you do, mom?” she asked with a delighted surprise.

“The same thing you are going to do,” April informed her daughter as she cleared her throat.

“Gross!” Tawny wrinkled her nose and shook her head that she wasn’t interested in being searched by her brother. “Now, if Mark here wants to search me – we could probably work something out,” she smiled at the handsome gentlemen leaning against a truck and offered flirtatiously.

“Strip, wench!” my brother sounded particularly nerdy but he swung at Tawny’s bikini-clad ass with his windshield wiper and she yelped.

“I am not your wench – I don’t even know what that is! I am going to stick that thing up your ass the way this plug is shoved up mine,” Tawny turned on my brother to stare him down. “I am not some dumb slut like Angel or your sister that you can slap around and make fun of! I’m here for the money and that is it!”

“And while you are here to make the money you OWE me, you are our dumb slut to make fun of and slap around!” my brother insisted – not letting her back him into a corner.

“I don’t owe YOU, I owe...” Tawny turned up her nose and pulled her shoulders back indignant. She may have agreed to serve but I don’t think it had yet sunk in that she was one of us. She was talking down to my brother the way she did Tyga, to bluster and bully her way out of being pushed around. I was shocked when my brother hastily slapped the other pair of handcuffs he kept in his cargo shorts on one of her wrists.

Tawny looked down in disbelief that he had dared cuff her; and while she stood in stunned silence he pulled her hand behind her back and slapped the other one on.

“I know how to get out of these!” Tawny worked for several seconds, trying to find a safety clasp or wriggle out, while fuming in vain. Ted had actually spent some money and bought some police grade handcuffs at the sex-shop when we visited earlier in the week and I knew they were escape proof first-hand.

My brother stood back and let the older teenage girl come to the realization she was cuffed and there wasn’t anyone or anything that could help her get out of this trap.

“You were given an opportunity to take your clothes off when you were told but you didn’t – now you have to be punished,” Conner informed her with the tone one might use on a precocious and naughty child.

“Fine, go ahead and search me – get your fucking jollies,” Tawny’s blue eyes dug into my brother but he seemed unimpressed.

I was next to her mother, bent over at the waist from the last part of the inspection my brother gave me. I could see people staring at us as they rounded the corner or to enter the pool area, but most of them giggled and kept walking after a long stare. I tried not to look in their direction, but I gave them an apologetic look if they caught me watching them watching us. That only seemed to make them laugh even harder as they continued about their day. There were enough jiggling butts around the pool that this almost didn’t seem completely weird.

“I don’t need your permission to search you, but your brother is going to do the honors and THEN you are going to be punished. You will refer to both of us as Sir or Master and with respect or else I’ll make the punishment worse for you BOTH!” Conner clarified how things were going to go down.

Tawny became enraged, but before she could speak her mother cut her off. “Just speak respectfully, dear – it’s not like it’s going to kill you.” The elder Haislip’s reasoned advice was completely fake, but she clearly knew that punishment was inevitable now and she didn’t want any more than absolutely necessary. The fake way she spoke nicely to my brother reminded me of someone who was pretending to be nice to her kidnapper.

Tyga untied her top and let his sisters boobs pop out, “Yay, Boobies!” He wasted no time pulling off her bikini bottoms revealing the plug in her ass as she reluctantly stepped out of them while looking over her shoulder pleadingly at Mark.

“Mark can’t help you,” her mother advised. “You agreed to this – now, we have to do it. Just let them get it over with.” She was still bent over and not permitted to stand up.

“Yeah, if you don’t like it, tough titties!” Tyga came around to her front and turned her nipples like a radio dial.

“You don’t have to smirk and grin, Sir.” Tawny said the Sir like it was painful in her throat, as she watched her brother soaking up the power of having her under his thumb for the time being.

“I don’t know how else I could do this,” he laughed and began playing bongos on his sister’s extra tight abdomen before my brother set him about to inspecting his sister the same way he had his mother.

“You will BOTH be spanked when this is over,” my brother explained that Tyga was going to execute 20 swats on both of their asses as punishment.

“Master Tyga couldn’t spank the monkey – much less spank our butts, Sir.” Tawny’s attitude wasn’t that much better but at least she was speaking in protocol again.

“Oh yeah?” Tyga turned his attention towards his sister’s tight ass and played bongo on those. I have to admit – it didn’t seem very hard.

“Maybe, Mark would like to do it, Sir?” she looked over her shoulder again at the man her mother had been flirting with. I couldn’t be sure but the subtext between them seemed to be that April was surprised her daughter was so familiar with Mark, but had come to the conclusion this was another of her lovers Tawny had seduced at one point or another.

“Maybe I would,” Mark smiled and given this was one of our most common grifts I expected my brother would let him punish them ‘properly’ for a price. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smiled at me – he was looking right at my ass as I bent over and touched my toes.

“You can go now, bitch,” my brother told me he didn’t need me to give an example any longer. “Go whore with your mom,” Conner was terse with me like he was angry I was looking at Mark.

“She is your mom too, sir!” I stood up “May I get dressed first please?” I asked politely.

“Why? You are going to drop your bottoms for anyone who wants a peep aren’t you?”

“You know it, Sir!” I smiled at him as I stood up and got dressed – he hadn’t given me permission but he hadn’t forbade it either.

“You have heard of Uber?” Conner explained to Mark using an example of the taxi-service that people can just summon on their phone. “Well this is Boober – the girls here work to pay off the massive debts they racked up.”

Mark smiled and winked back. I don’t think he really cared all that much why we were doing it –just that we WERE making a spectacle of ourselves and putting on a show for him was sufficient.

I was excused from the rest of the lesson, but I kept an eye on what happened next as I returned to where my mom was standing. I could tell she was watching as well. We washed trucks and flirted just as we were supposed to but I was curious as to what was going to happen to the Haislip’s.

Tyga inspected them both and made his sister first sniff the cum he wiped off her fingers and lick it before making her clean his hands when he was done inspecting her. He spanked both women and my brother showed him different techniques. He made them do kegels.

“Whatz a kegel?” Tawny asked annoyingly adding a reluctant Sir to address my brother.

“It’s when you pop-pop-pop the puss-ay!” Tyga explained it and my brother showed her.

“Oh jeez, just open and close my pussy lips with just my pussy walls? Fine, I am tight as hell – yeah, I can do that, Sir,” Tawny executed the exercise 10 times in a row with her mother while the guys prepared their punishment. “I am surprised mom can do it with that warn out gash of hers,” she teased her mom. April hip-checked her daughter but said nothing as a retort.

People clearly stopped to watch, but there was enough of us flashing and jumping around the pool that it didn’t cause as big a scene as I thought we were causing. I was actually kind of surprised, but then the Buckman has taught me I had no idea what it was like in a trailer park.

At one point I heard Conner clearly say something like, “You want to spank them directly between the crack – right on the pink.”

“You mean right on the stink!” Tyga corrected with a laugh. His mother and sister weren’t laughing as he drove a switch between their cracks.

“You are getting it,” Conner gently encouraging him to strike on the “sitting spots” and wield the switch with a determined authority.

“Put it where the peanut butter comes out… I get it,” Tyga spanked their asses with merriment and the look on the Haislip women’s faces showed he was definitely making their lives unpleasant.

“Remember that time Mom caught you jerking off, Sir?” Tawny offered a lemony-glance at her brother to try to embarrass him.

He didn’t take the bait and let it bother him. “Yeah – after this I think I’ll be allowed to jerk off any place I like,” and spanked her ass harder. He began to rap sing-song style;

“Ladies and Gentlemen

Introducing

The chocolate starfish

And the hot dog flavored water

Bring it on

Get the fuck up

Yea

Check one, two...”

“Yeah, and if you could NOT do that as well – that is something else you need to stop,” my brother quipped. I giggled and my brother took notice of me, then said, “GET BACK TO WORK, WHORE!”

He smiled at me while he said it though and offered a playful wink that only I noticed!