Chapter One Hundred Twenty Two

Life is like a bowl of Jalapenos – What You do today may burn your ass tomorrow

“Look, it’s not so bad Sarah,” Daisy started explaining, while she was still crawling on all fours in front of her daughter. Sarah exploded in tears and Ted smacked Daisy’s ass for forgetting to say Ma’am – Sarah wasn’t a slave YET. It was going to be up to Daisy and she told her it wasn’t forever, “It’s just for like...maybe a year, Ma’am,” Daisy found it hard to make it sound like this wouldn’t be a very unpleasant ordeal if it was even for a week.

Ted smacked Daisy’s ass again but didn’t explain why – her wide butt cheeks jiggled and clapped together. She definitely had an ass that was perfect for spanking and I think even she knew that on some level.

“See – that’s all it is? Smack Mama’s butt – go ahead,” Daisy invited Sarah to give her a hard smack as well; and when Sarah lit up Daisy’s ass with a stinger – Daisy barely flinched, “It’s really not so bad – I don’t mind.” I had a feeling Daisy was lying.

“I don’t want to be a slave, Mom!!” Sarah cried out over her brother’s gloating chuckles.

“You aren’t – not really anyway,” Daisy explained it away as play acting.

“Does your brother own your ass?” Maw-Maw corrected and made Daisy answer.

“Yes, he does – but I mean, only for this year – then I can choose to stop, right?” Daisy clarified and Maw-Maw agreed with her.

“You can choose to stop at any time – but there are consequences to any action,” Maw-Maw asked Daisy if she had decided Sarah would be trained like the other women of the household.

A weeping and tearful Sarah turned on the water works – red nosed and watery eyes on overdrive she said, “I choose not to be trained!”

“That choice isn’t up to you, it’s up to your mother,’ Maw-Maw explained, with a hint of sympathy towards the granddaughter who had teased and tormented her all day.

“But...,’ little Sarah wiped some snot from her nose with her fingers, “You just said we can choose to stop at any time!” she said.

“No,” Maw-Maw raised her eyebrows, “I said your mother can choose to stop at any time with consequences. You do what you are told,” Maw-Maw’s sympathy evaporated.

“Mom, I am so, so, so sorry – I would never have been mean to you and teased you and kicked you and hung on you, and tripped you, if I had known!” Sarah pleaded with her mother to choose the bottom feeder option.

There wasn’t anything that gave me the impression Daisy had really given the possibility of doing the toilet training a second thought.

“You are so damned full of shit,” Ted reached under his sister and twisted one of her nipples painfully, “You ought to be familiar with getting FILLED with shit,” he grinned down at his defeated sister.

“You don’t even have to go down to the pool – all you have to do is stay around here and help Maw-Maw and Daddy – make sure he is doing what he is supposed to do - that’s not so bad is it?” Daisy tried to talk her daughter into accepting the decision, while ignoring her brother’s taunts as much as she could.

“It’s not up to her,” Maw-Maw explained that Daisy was to make this choice and make it right now. “Either you volunteer for bottom feeder duty, starting with emptying my dish and then all of these young ladies who worked so hard today will use your mouth to relieve themselves,” Maw-Maw had to pause while Gene and Damian laughed themselves silly, “or you will volunteer your daughter for training and spare yourself that exercise.”

“I am so sorry, baby,” Daisy looked almost in tears – almost. Ted ordered her to stand up and undress her daughter. “We all know what you decided and it would only be a few years before she is working the pool anyway – so let’s get this done,” his annoyance was magnified by what seemed like impatience to get to Applebee’s – but he also enjoyed just fucking with us and he liked to have a reason.

“Me? Why does it have to be me, Sir?” Daisy received a hard slap across her bulging, milky, sore tits as her only answer. She was already standing up to obey the instruction she had been given.

Sarah’s shirt read “Watch me win” written in gold glitter – she clutched at it defensively realizing it was a futile effort.

‘No, no!” Sarah resisted; but instead of running off she folded up her shoulders like an accordion and stood still with her eyes shut as her mom stomped behind her and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a very flat, pale chest with two large red nipples.

Her brothers laughed but everyone else stood there quietly while this happened. I felt bad for her – most of us were here for the money, but Maw-Maw had given this girl no choice or alternatives.

“I don’t feel so bad now,” Sarah admitted as she surrendered to the inevitable and stepped out of her little green shorts to reveal a few wisps of strawberry red pubic hair and a pert little ass.

“What don’t you feel so bad about, Dear?” Maw-Maw asked as the girl came to terms with what had been decided.

“When Mom got here I gave her a big bar of ex-lax as a treat!” Sarah’s dead pan delivery, and the fact that I remembered Daisy nearly swallow whole what I thought was an entire Hershey’s bar before she could be told she couldn’t have it or had to share it, made me laugh along with just about everyone else – lightening the mood tremendously.

“That wasn’t laxative was it?” Daisy was the only one who didn’t have a big smile on their face as she remembered the big chocolate treat she had wolfed down upon arrival.

“She can’t punish me any longer, right?” Sarah now only had on a pair of white, lacy Princess Elsa sandals and nothing else to cover her thin body.

“Bill AND your Mother are forbidden from TELLING you what to do or punishing you – without express permission from Ted or Odd-Jobs,” Maw-Maw confirmed and that seemed to please Sarah to some extent. “Your mom was supposed to show she had concern for her own daughter – enough to sacrifice her dignity further, but she has proven she is incapable of that act of submission,” Maw-Maw’s last words were powerful to me.

Maw-Maw had sacrificed her own dignity in order to demonstrate to her daughter – and the rest of us, that our place was to be submissive. She obviously wasn’t paying attention to what Maw-Maw was trying to teach her even though it was obviously now something she would have to endure daily.

A concerned mom might do just about anything to protect their child from the type of debauchery that we were being put through on a daily basis or at the very least minimize her exposure. I was thinking how I would never allow my daughter when I had one, to ever do anything like this, at least I hoped I wouldn’t – but then I realized my mom was letting me so I was all turned around with confusion. While all of this was going through my mind, I watched as Daisy reluctantly stepped her daughter out of her clothes and then took her place on all fours near Ted’s feet on the lawn. She had done it more like a chore to get over with than with any kind of empathy.

Sarah covered her non-existent tits by folding her arms once again across her chest and nodding that Gene and Damian put her up to it – but she was happy she did it with a big grin. I was happy she wasn’t crying or screaming – she barely even resisted when it was time to undress as if she knew it was going to happen whether she liked it or not.

“Sarah,” Maw-Maw explained the basic rules, “You will not try to cover your body – especially your tits, ass, or pussy. There are a lot of other girls out here who are naked for people to look at – you don’t have all that much for anybody to see,” she explained.

I heard Donger behind the air-conditioning unit let out a huge sigh. He had been hiding this entire time. No one else was surprised – but it seemed like he had been beating off and reached his climax by looking at Sarah.

“Well, some guys are going to go for thin, lithe young things – takes all kinds,” Maw-Maw commented and complimented her granddaughter, “And you do have a shapely ass."

“Thanks!” Sarah unfolded her arms and rubbed her pale white ass for a moment, almost as if congratulating her butt.

“The other is that you will call all men Sir – besides Ryan and Lloyd, including your brothers – is that understood?” Maw-Maw knew that wouldn’t sit as well with Sarah.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Sarah nodded and looked at the ground while Gene and Damian sniggered at her.

“You call all women Ma’am, besides the ones you see naked – I am naked, so you can all me Maw-Maw, Maureen or really anything you want to,” she instructed her granddaughter.

‘Can I still call you Grand Maw-Maw?” Sarah looked up hopefully.

“While I never liked that name because it reminds me of the old lady from the Addam’s family – naturally, you can – unless one of the trainers tells you otherwise, anything they tell you is the law of the house. I am only able to instruct you because my son says I can.

“Can I call you fart-face?” she grinned impishly – brightening slightly through red eyes.

“You can – unless told otherwise,” Maw-Maw acknowledged, but before she had finished with her statement Sarah had more questions.

“Can I have a pink collar like they do? Can I go to the pool?” there were a half a dozen or so questions that made me wonder if she had already thought about this or the annoying girl was just a hundred pound sack of questions and she was feeding off being the center of attention for once.

“That will all be answered over time,” Maw-Maw had a lot of practice and tremendous patience when dealing with her annoying grandchildren. “I need you two boys to do something for me,” Maw-Maw asked Gene and Damian to stand in front of their sister. I was surprised she called them boys – but that is exactly what they were even if they were now technically my “betters” based on Maw-Maw’s personal scale of submission.

“Get down on your knees and address them as sir – ask them if there is anything you can do for them,” Maw-Maw wanted Sarah to learn her place – and this was probably the easiest way to see it.

“I have to?” the fact that she was what was effectively a family owned slave obviously seemed to be lost on her, or perhaps this was a way of stalling the inevitable. She reluctantly got down on her knees in the grass outside the trailer and asked them if there was anything she could do for them.

“You will refer to them as Sir – showing respect to your betters,” Maw-Maw had to remind her son to swat the girl on her butt. He seemed to be just as in awe of what was happening as the rest of us. Maw-Maw had basically indoctrinated the girl while being completely tied up herself through influence alone.

“You are both my betters, please, please, pretty please with sugar on top don’t make me do anything nasty – but can I do anything for you, Sirs?” Sarah pouted.

Maw-Maw didn’t let the boys have a chance to list off the dirty things they had immediately had in mind – even though they tried. Maw-Maw may have been submissive now but she still knew how to control things without being in control and that really intrigued me about her. She could make Odd-Jobs and Ted listen even when she really wanted them to talk.

Instead, she was making the girl accept her new role and continued with another instruction, “Tell them you are now a house girl because your mother is unwilling to accept bottom feeding training and this was the consequence,” she said with scorn towards Daisy.

Once she saw the glazed and confused look on Sarah’s face over some of the big words she clarified, “Tell them you are now a house girl because you are a little bitch and a snotty brat just like your mom was – and both of you need discipline.”

“Can I have the pink collar though?” Sarah blurted out from her knees. Ted didn’t miss his cue this time – popping her on the butt. He hadn’t hit her nearly as hard as the rest of us, but it did the trick.

“I am now a house girl because I am a little bitch and a snotty brat – just like mom is and we both need discipline, sirs.”

The two brothers were high fiving with youthful enthusiasm and clearly chomping at the bit for their turn.

“Ask your brothers politely if they would remove Ellen’s collar and place it around your neck if they are willing to help train and discipline you,” before Maw-Maw could continue with her explanation the boys fell upon me, nearly knocking me to the ground to yank my collar off.

Gene grabbed a handful of my ass as he knocked me down and Damian went straight for my tits and put his fingers in my mouth as they wrestled my collar off of me –clutching and pawing me as they did.

“You need the key,” Ted helped them unlock it and Maw-Maw apologized to me. She further explained that it was needed to train her granddaughter and belonged to the house anyway.

“I understand, Ma’am,” I said as I stood up dusting the gravel from my knees and ass from when I had been pushed down. I quickly corrected myself and said, “I mean uh...fart-face.”

That comment elicited more than a giggle from a slightly scared Sarah, who was waiting for them to put my well-worn collar on her. The cheap plastic had been heated by the sun, gotten wet, been cum on and was now ragged around the edges.

“I’ll buy you a new one while you are working with your mom, tonight!” Ted assured me the cost wouldn’t even come from my split of the money.

“Thank you, Sir!” I found myself showing genuine appreciation for him buying what was essentially a pet collar that was used to tell people I belonged to him and the other men like a pet. I found that slightly ironic, but he shrugged as if it was as ordinary a favor as buying me a soda or loaning me a pencil.

“I know that face,” Maw-Maw looked at me with a look of warm appreciation while she hung naked on the clothes line – big fat tits jiggling in the wind. I didn’t know what face she meant but she explained it to me. “I had that selfsame expression years ago when Master released me from service. The look when you first take off the collar you wore, even when you wore nothing else and for so long. The lost look on your face – like something is missing. I didn’t expect you to become so attached to it – but some girls are born to it!”

I wasn’t sure what to say in response, but Maw-Maw didn’t seem to expect any from me. She had made her observation and returned her attention to little Sarah, kneeling before her brothers.

Maw-Maw quickly went over the rules on what they could and could not do with their sister. They could not put things inside her pussy and she said that several different ways, to ensure they understood their sister’s virginity was going to be a very valuable commodity. Sarah crossed her arms and leaned on one hip akimbo like Savannah did at times while pouting as the list of rules were laid out. She clearly didn’t think it was all that fair and her brother’s giggles only made things worse for the girl.

They could stick nothing larger or longer than a pencil or finger up her ass, until she began asshole training, and they could not stretch her nipples and squeeze them.

“Gross!” the girl was quietly digging in her own butt to scratch when she made the comment – unaware of how ironic it seemed as she scrunched her nose and forehead.

“Can we twist them? The titties...” Damion asked as if he might not agree to this if he wasn’t allowed to do even that much and fully expected the answer to be yes.

“Yes, of course – if she is bad or lazy then you certainly should! Sir,” Maw-Maw told them that they couldn’t pull on them the way they had hers all day though. “Mine are all stretched out and I need to be milked – that helps feed Punkin,” – I had almost forgot about their baby sister sleeping inside the trailer.

“So many do’s and do not’s to remember!” Gene complained with a frustrated look of consternation. He wanted to grab tits and play with asses – not learn a bunch of things!

“That is why we are going to go slow and offer a limited form of training to Sarah before she is ever allowed to join the other girls at the pool, Sir. You will help the family by disciplining her – but if you abuse that little bit of authority, then I am sure Master will correct you,” she promised. I wasn’t sure if she meant Ted or Odd-Jobs when she said Master – but it was sufficient to let Gene know he would lose his privileges if he abused them.

“Well, it’s not like you can make ME a slave,” Gene dismissed any concern for getting into trouble and I could almost sense he was going to push his boundaries immediately.

“You met Pussy boy?” Ted reached down between Ryan’s legs and held his flopping cock before realizing what he was doing and let it go quickly. “We’ve got room for more Pussy boys down at the pool – you ONLY do what you are allowed with all of the girls and you will have to earn MORE authority. You don’t take it seriously and you’ll be walking around with a stick up your ass like Pussy Boy!”

Ryan had a bemused look on his face while he let Ted use him as an example of how bad things could go if you break the rules. I could tell he liked playing along as an example of what not to do.

“I broke the rules and curfew,” I had almost forgotten Ryan was actually being punished – even though Odd-Jobs was going to let him out of it. “You break the rules and you can help me carry coolers in the hot sun and do pussy boy work,” he warned him with an almost gleeful look on his face.

“Don’t you get tied up with Savannah all night though?” I got the distinct impression from Gene, from how direct that question was, he had peeped on Ryan and her fucking the night before.

“I also get tied up sucking my own dick, sir,” Ryan reminded him. I hadn’t seen that, but I found it interesting that Ryan was willing to say these things to them. I assumed it was to help bring home to them they couldn’t go wild on Sarah – but it may just be Ryan had found it somewhat funny to be treated this way and was enjoying being sarcastically serious to the slightly younger boys. Ryan had never really taken any of this all that seriously – at least not as far as I could tell.

“Ryan – sucking your own dick still isn’t a blowjob,” Ted shook his head in mirthful disgust and told him, “No one cares, pussy boy – now let Maw-Maw talk.”

“Thank you, Master,” I was surprised to hear Maw-Maw called Ted “Master” when she had referred to Odd-Jobs that way. I was still wrapping my head around the concept that some girls reported and belonged to certain trainers but all of us had to do whatever any of them said.

“So do we get to put the damned collar on Sarah or not, fart-face?” Damian was growing bored and swinging his arms like windmills for no apparent reason.

“No, I am afraid not sir,” Maw-Maw informed them that distinct honor went to her mother. “You have heard the rules for your daughter and once you put that collar on her then you are safe from being a bottom feeder – for now. You may ask your son for the collar and put it around her neck to welcome her to our little family business with a kiss – but I want to offer you another piece of advice. I’ve learned that life is a lot like a bowl of Jalapenos – What you do today may burn your ass tomorrow,” she smiled her wisdom at her daughter.

“You don’t mind do you? I mean – you’d have to do this anyway at some point and Maw-Maw is going to make sure you don’t have to do more than you can handle?” Daisy was asking more to reassure herself that it was okay than she was asking her daughter. She had struck me as a totally amoral person who was willing to sell anybody out for any amount of cash before this all began, but even she showed some signs of compassion. Not enough compassion to actually suffer to save her daughter – but some empathy for how hard this could be.

“I don’t wanna!” Sarah cried out while kneeling – she had been a bundle of energy before, but now she was more like a scared, whiney brat. I assumed maybe she didn’t really understand the full spectrum of things she would have to do, or else I would have expected a response that wasn’t in the same range as not wanting to take the trash out.

“What you want in this house no longer matters – you are a female, you will do as you are told, like all of us,” Maw-Maw advised Sarah that her wants were no longer relevant, only her needs; and those would be decided for her. “Right now, your mother gets to decide; and once that happens, it will be up to the men of the house from there.”

“You don’t want me to be a toilet do you? I mean I know I’ve been a rotten mom and not paid attention to you all of the time,” she pleaded and cajoled her daughter into just accepting this.

“All of the time? Try any of the time!” Sarah said accusingly, but it was starting to sink in that there was little choice for her in this matter. “You going to pay attention to me when I am like this?”

“Oh – every night I will require her to spend ten minutes listening to you and talking about your day and I’ll tie you two up together so you can’t get up to mischief at night!” Ted promised almost sweetly – as if this were very generous.

Daisy pleaded with her daughter. “That isn’t fair – we were just playing around at first – but now things have gotten way fucked up! It’s not fair I have to be a bottom feeder – don’t you think Sarah? You’ll help mommy?”

“You toll’ me that life isn’t fair all the time and now you gonna ask about fair? I ain’t got no clothes no more! That fair?”

“It’s not that bad, Sarah!” Daisy tried to sell the fact that the expectations would be low on her daughter and apologized again for not paying her enough attention. “You are already naked. I mean – it’s kind of already out there? You know, sweetie?”

“Can I dress her up like a Barbie, Sir?” Sarah asked Ted from the kneeling position – without addressing her mother’s question.

“You cut the heads off all your Barbies and burn them with matches,” Gene reminded her with his hillbilly laugh before she shushed him.

The freckled boy teased his sister anyway warning she could be spanked for what she had just done.

“For what, Sir?” Sarah acted completely innocent and even talked a little baby talk – something she would go in and out of as needed. She reminded me of one of the Kanker sisters from Ed, Edd and Eddy – I just couldn’t remember which one. Then again Gene and Damian were definitely someone from Ed, Edd, and Eddy as well.

“You know what! – shushing one of your betters,” Gene wasn’t tolerating his sister’s feigned ignorance of her violation and already intended to enforce his will.

“You can spank your sister’s ass AFTER she gets the collar – right now, it’s up to your mom,” Ted promised the enthusiastic boy with a grin.

“Can I spank mom’s ass?” Gene asked.

“What for?” Ted replied with his own question.

“She raised her – it’s her fault she let Sarah talk back to me,” Gene reasoned.

“I don’t see the problem in that,” Ted made his sister bend over and touch her stubby toes while presenting her own fat, well-tanned ass to her son for punishment. “Lay ten on her if you will – let’s see how hard you hit.”

Maw-Maw harrumphed and asked if Sarah could be part of the lesson – suggesting she stand in the same position facing her ass directly in front of her mother. “That will give Daisy something to think about – no closing your eyes, dear.”

Ted naturally agreed and Sarah bounced off the ground. She didn’t want to bend over at first – but I secretly think she summoned up a few silent farts to pass directly in front of her mother’s nose when she did bend over.

Gene was much scrawnier than even my brother and his first swat hurt HIS hand much worse than it did his mother’s ass. Daisy had been spanked and even beaten with a cane all day – she wasn’t impressed, but counted one and thanked him as we had been taught.

“You need to use more torque and pivot,” Ted instructed him and fired off a cracker of his own – leaving a much more satisfying pink welt and an accompanying jiggle of her ass. “Two, thank you sir.”

“Not so fast, turbo – slow your roll,” Ted stuck his finger between his sister’s cheeks and tickled her budding, pink asshole causing her to buck forward slightly in shock “You get ten from the boy – total.”

“Give her the shocker,” Gene seemed delighted that his mother’s ass was turned to face him.

“What is the shocker?” Ted asked with a wry grin – clearly enjoying making us all stand naked in the yard and watch this lesson, as if it were a rite of passage for Sarah and Gene.

“Two in the pink and one in the stink,” Gene held up his hand like Mr. Spock, with two fingers parted for inserting into the pussy and his middle finger to go up her ass. Conner and Tyga praised him with an “Arright!”

“You can do that to Daisy, but NOT Sarah,” Ted smirked and he saw his sister swallow hard but remain bent over at the waist – waiting for the worst.

“Fuck that,” Gene said he didn’t want poop on his fingers.

“These bitches are made to shit regularly – they have to keep those pink tubes clean for the customers,” Ted assured him, while he let Gene have another couple of swats on his mom’s ass.

“Can I do it to Ellen or Savannah? The shocker?” Gene looked over his shoulder with a wicked grin.

Ted considered his deal with me for a moment, “Last night – they earned the right to not be molested by you two deviants – I mean, who asks if they can finger their cousins?”

“You do it – don’t you?” Gene asked while delivering his sixth futile spanking as hard as he could against his mother’s bubble-butt.

“I do? Well, I have to check these bitches to make sure they aren’t stealing and discipline and condition them,” Ted acted like this was a bit of a chore.

“But you like it – don’t you?” Gene continued his questions.

“It’s the best damned job you can have without actually working – I’ll give it that!” Ted mused.

Conner agreed and said it was better than any video game he ever played as well.

“Tell you what,” Ted promised that if the guys would show restraint, and if they wanted to play with one of “his” girls – they could come and ask and he’d probably make us do a whole lot more than play “stinky finger” with them.

That satisfied Gene and he delivered his final swat with as much gusto as he could – but only hurt his hand more. “It acts like Jell-O but feels like steel,” he observed angrily.

“Can he give me one, Sir?” Sarah asked meekly in the cutesy baby voice she dropped in and out of while still bent over showing her perky little butt - reminding me of a well ripened peach glistening in the setting sun.

“One?” Ted seemed surprised at the voluntary way she asked – it was an enthusiastic dare with absolutely no reluctance on the girl’s part. She even ‘booped’ her butt once to reiterate she was waiting for a trial smack to see what the fuss was all about. I say ‘boop’ because that is exactly what it was – it wasn’t a jiggle and it wasn’t a twerk. It was sort of a cute little shake and Sarah made the most adorable ‘boop’ sound while she did it.

“Yes – to see how it feels first,” Sarah asked with a pouty lip.

Gene didn’t wait for permission – he landed a hard swat on his sister’s lily-white butt. I mentioned earlier it was cute and kind of perfectly symmetrical with a very narrow crack – but the spanking was hard enough to push the flaps apart to reveal a tiny pink asshole.

“Did that hurt?” Gene asked.

“No,” Sarah blurted out angrily – clearly indicating the spanking hurt while denying it ever ruffled a single feather.

“No, SIR,” Gene corrected her with another swat.

“I am a Ma’am – not a Sir!” Sarah corrected him while sniffling up some snot that was running down her nose.

“You won’t be for long – once Daisy puts the collar on your neck your training begins and you WILL learn to count and be thankful for correction!” Ted promised her while telling Daisy that she needed to make a decision now.

“What is it going to be? Chew, Chew, Swallow, Swallow?” Ted referenced his mom’s advice for the role of bottom-feeder “or nibble nibble?” pointing to the scared, little girl who remained bent over at the waist – presenting her pinkest spots to her older brother’s tender mercies.