Chapter Twenty

Assume the position – Point U ASS at ME.

“Go ahead and turn around,” Odd-Jobs instructed us. He did not give us permission to put our tops back on and I was pretty sure it was not implied either. My aunt and cousin reluctantly did as told and I was shocked to see the shiny, new white Cadillac with black tinted windows that I had seen so often in the park.

I remember the first time I saw it, it was on Glory Hill and I think it was my cousin who warned me not to even greet the car. She had just warned me quietly to steer clear of that car.

I also remember seeing it waiting in the parking lot of “Rowdy’s Restaurant” when I walked outside and ran into my mother.

I expected the man who drove it would be a distinguished gentleman in a three piece suit or he would be in the backseat and have a driver in a full grey-uniform and a name like “Bitterman” or “Jeeves”.

If not that –then perhaps some sort of gangster or rock star.

I was completely wrong.

He stood at average height and a little overweight. He had red rosacea streaks around his cheeks and greasy, short, black hair. He wore faded denim overalls and a flannel shirt.

“Junior?” My Aunt put her tits back into her swimsuit instinctively and the two of us followed suit.

“Oh don’t put those away on my account,” Junior looked like a cast-member from Hee-Haw, but he was a lot better-spoken than he looked. “I keep hearing rumors that you can’t make your rent this month?”

I would learn that Junior’s double-wide trailer is the first one just off the main entrance. It has an immaculate and spacious yard and a covered garage – unlike pretty much every other trailer in the park.

“Well, I uh?” Crystal was at a loss for words but quickly added, “People like to talk.”

“You are still on punishment – you need to address Junior respectfully,” Odd-Jobs reminded my Aunt.

I’ve seen my Aunt pull out more characters than Jerry Lewis in the “Family Jewels” in the last few days. The only reason I know that movie is Jerry Lewis is one of my mother’s favorite comedians and she picked it for movie-night with me a few Sundays before we moved here - It was absolutely charming.

The one I’ve never seen her play is the nervous, reluctant, and socially awkward – basically grown up version of me. She was doing it right now and I thought it was no act.

“I understand you are washing cars with Oliver’s permission?” Junior used O.J’s real first name – I had not heard anyone do that ever. He didn’t wait for my Aunt to compose herself and address him.

“This must be the new girl?” He looked me up and down and said, “I’ve met your mother and father – Patricia and Mike?”

“You know my dad, Sir?” I was excited to hear that and surprised he knew who Ted and Crystal were on a first name basis – much less my parents.

“Yes, I hear a lot of things and people like to talk, don’t they?” He wasn’t really asking me – as much as repeating what my Aunt had said rhetorically.

He stood looking at all three of us quietly. He seemed so simple and unassuming to look at him; but to hear him talk, and with the way others showed him special deference, he had a quiet charisma about him that exceeded even O.J.

“I think we can dispense with the car washing. The Caddy is spotless but I would like to hear how much to discipline the girls?” he cut right to the chase.

“Twenty dollars to spank both their asses ten times each, Sir?” Crystal had composed herself and was using her charming and honeyed-sweetie pie voice.

“One hundred dollars,” he countered dismissively.

Savannah and I looked at each other with surprise.

“Well that would be fifty each I guess Sir,” Crystal didn’t sound reluctant to offer us up that way at all. “They’ve been bad girls all day and unruly and I can see how fifty swats would do them good, because ten at a time hasn’t.”

“No,” he said. He let his answer float in the air before clarifying it, “I want them to administer it to you – fifty swats each.”

“Oh no,” Crystal answered, “I am the one who sets the punishment, Sir.”

“Two hundred,” he counter-offered. “I don’t care about why or what or how. I just want you to bend over and touch your toes. I want you to beg them to spank your ass hard with a wooden paddle fifty times each. Then I want you to bend them over and spank their asses fifty times hard each. If any of you can’t do it and refuse before all said and done - then you forfeit the money.”

My Aunt who is usually down to just about anything for money –looked at him pleadingly as if not to ask her to do this.

He took a wad of twenties out of his pocket and said, “This ought to pay at least your water bill for a few months. How about three hundred and I will give you a chance to double that if you put on a good show. The pool area is nearly empty and there are hardly any cars out here – don’t tell me you are afraid people might see you now?”

Crystal slowly bent over at the waist and reached her arms down almost touching her toes. “I would rather hold my knees, but is this how you want me Sir?”

“No,” Junior laid the three hundred dollars down on the glass pool table where Crystal had been laying all afternoon. “You made the girls get bare bottom spankings, didn’t you?”

“Uh, Yes Sir,” Crystal looked up at him for reassurance, “I am in a one piece though. I don’t know how I’d pull it down.”

“Take it off,” Junior said with a very strict tone. “You can bend slightly at the knee to stick your ass out and hold your knees.”

My Aunt looked over her shoulder at Conner, Ryan, and Lloyd and said, “Avert your eyes, boys.” Then she stepped out of her skimpy bathing suit before holding it out with her left hand and dropping it on the ground. She was as hairless as we were and her bulbous tits looked like perfect orbs, with only the black O-ring rubber bands.

“You like what you see, Sir?” she bent over at the waist and rested her hands on her knees, while sticking her ass out.

I was given the paddle first. I wanted Savannah to go first – because I was nervous. I had never spanked anyone before.

“You won’t tell my mom and dad we were doing this, sir?” I asked him without even thinking about it. He knew my parents by their first name and my only concern at that moment wasn’t my naked Aunt, who was standing at the entrance to the trailer – but what they would think about me doing this.

“Would you hurry up please?” Crystal encouraged me to hurry up and swat her ass with the paddle. “I have to take this crap but you don’t have to drag it out and put on any more of a show than you are.”

In a strange way – I think she was hinting that I should drag this out and put on a good show for Junior but I may have just been reading too much into how she wiggled her ass to encourage me.

“You mean your Aunt has you out here doing this without their permission?” Junior looked at me with concern.

“No Sir, my dad hasn’t been home in several days because he is out trying to make money. My mom did give my Aunt permission to punish me today.” That was actually the truth.

“You aren’t being punished though,” Junior’s voice had a way of making me feel I was on trial and terrifying me because I felt guilty no matter how I answered his questions. “You are out here making three hundred dollars, which I assume you are going to give your parents your share of?”

“Less talk – more spanky-spank,” Crystal encouraged me to start spanking her ass.

I crashed the paddle into her ass, hard. It was a flat wooden one that looked like it was used as a cutting board, but shaped for putting small pizzas in the oven with a handle.

It made a satisfying KER-ACK noise and I felt the whap of the air from the impact.

“Damn, you didn’t have to go that hard!” Crystal didn’t sound mad – she sounded impressed.

“Actually she does,” Junior informed my Aunt that she needed to thank me, ask me nicely to punish her and count these off, if we wanted to get a chance to double our earnings.

“Thank you for smacking my ass. You do it so hard! Please continue, that was one, Ma’am.”

That was the first time anyone called ME Ma’am; and even if it was completely disingenuous because this was a game – I liked it.

I gave her another and another and before I knew it she was saying, “Thank you Ma’am, that was twenty-three. Please give me another very hard spanking – I deserve it.”

My Aunt made her responses between each spanking completely different. The one that followed was, “Oh thank you so much for that extremely hard spanking right on my ass cheeks. It is really teaching me my place – twenty-four - please ma’am may I have another.”

The sun had disappeared under a cloud and made it overcast; and because it was around 4pm there was almost no one at the pool and very few cars coming through the entrance or leaving. The people who were here, including my cousin, Lloyd, and Ryan, made no secret they were watching me deliver each spanking. They didn’t cheer or razz her – at least not after the first couple.

Instead, they watched her the way an audience watched David Blaine perform a feat of endurance – with a quiet and stunned attention.

“Twenty-five! Thank you Ma’am, that was right on my cooter! Owww that really stung but it was what I deserve. Please will you give me another?” My Aunt sounded like she was truly in pain.

I have to admit my arm was tired and I had only done half of the paddling I was supposed to do. Every time I connected with her ass my entire arm and shoulder shook.

I wasn’t about to be the one to say I couldn’t endure just swinging the paddle – especially since Crystal would have to get what I just gave her a second time from her own daughter.

“You sound like you are complaining that she spreads around the pain?” Junior asked Crystal. He stood right in front of her face and pulled her chin up with his finger.

“No Sir, I like that she does.” My Aunt was sweating and panting, but she kept up with me through the next ten swats; and while I thought she might turn around and slug me, by the time I got to forty-three she endured every one of them like a true champion.

When I had delivered all fifty, Junior thanked me and assured me that what I tell my parents was my business. He asked Crystal if she wanted to forfeit at this point because she had a fresh fifty coming.

“I am still bent over aren’t I sir? It stings but I’ll live,” Crystal answered stoically.

Savannah walked up to her mother like she was Casey at the bat. She was swinging her paddle like it was a baseball bat – it was all for show. Her first strike failed to make the whapping noise when the paddle whips through the air and splats hard to connect against her mother’s rather shapely bubble butt.

Her mom stumbled forward, but thanked her daughter the same way she had me.

“You do two more like that and you girl’s forfeit this money. I want to see spanking, not love taps.”

Savannah curled her right lip like she was concentrating and then let her mom have it with the second pop. The whap sound was far more terrifying than any I had ever done.

“Jesus Chrii-eyesst!!!” Crystal emitted as true a yelp of pain as I ever heard before; adding, “Thank you Ma’am for that paddling – that was ONLY number two,” her knees were wobbling and her eyes watered.

If that was acting then she deserved the Oscar.

The next few after that second one weren’t nearly as epic in how they shook Crystal, but she was staggered and starting to look like she was going to cry a little.

“Oh gawd, just remember this when it’s your turn Ma’am,” Crystal squealed. “But thank you for the reminder to be a good girl! That was seven.”

It was around twenty-seven that Junior asked my Aunt if she wanted a little sip of water. He told her it wouldn’t be against the rules as long as she kept her hands on her knees. He added the stipulation that any girl who takes her hands off her knees forfeits.

My Aunt’s well-tanned, naked body was shivering. Her ass had long since gone from the rosy-pink and red, and had now turned purple with a few yellow splotches. She nodded yes that she would like some water, “Please sir,” she gasped for air.

He held the water bottle to her mouth and she sipped it down. I wished I had gone first; because watching my Aunt, who was so much more experienced in life than me, shake and accept this beating was building a terror in my belly at the idea I was going to do it after her.

“You can stop now and I will let you keep half the money,” Junior gave her just a sip of water because she let the first gulp spill down her chin and drip down her neck.

“No way, Sir,” she had come this far and she was doggedly going to pursue it to the bitter end.

“Are you enjoying this?” Junior asked her.

She didn’t answer but said aloud to her daughter, “Please ma’am; continue with number twenty-eight for the amusement of Junior and his friends.”

“Are YOU enjoying this?” Ryan whispered to me. He had been standing next to me for a while and I hadn’t even noticed.

“No?” I whispered back “No sir.” I corrected myself. I couldn’t believe he thought I might enjoy seeing my Aunt get destroyed this way.

“Me either,” Ryan smiled and told me, “Don’t worry – if you forget to call me Sir. I won’t tell my Uncle.” He was quiet after that and continued to watch my Aunt take swat after swat.

After my Aunt received all one hundred of her swats she didn’t immediately go for her clothes. Instead she ran for the bottle of water that Junior had given her to drink. She up-ended and poured it down the crack of her ass and rubbed it into her ass cheeks. “Oh my fucking god, woo!!” she shook her head with the expression of someone who had just finished a dozen extra-hot wings – a mixture of relief, joy and pain.

“May I put my swimsuit back on now, Sir?” Crystal composed herself and was already bending over to pick up the one-piece she had dropped on the sidewalk. Crystal had taught me to always bend at the waist – never at the knees when trying to tease, but in her condition she was bending at the knees.

“No, set it down until we are done for an extra fifty dollars. You two girls don’t mind removing those absurd swimsuits if your Aunt keeps hers off do you?”

“Do we each get fifty more dollars Sir?” Savannah asked without hesitation.

“Yes, but you will hand your suits to O.J and ride all the way back to your trailer in Glory Hill that way. Do we have a deal?” Junior asked.

Savannah stepped out of her suit quickly and threw it at O.J. It really hadn’t left a lot to the imagination. It was my turn and I could see all eyes on me. “Quickly, quickly, all three of you have to do it to get the extra hundred and fifty dollars. I am sure that would help pay your electricity bill wouldn’t it?”

I was standing next to Ryan and suddenly very self-conscious. He had seen it pulled to the side and probably every part of me already. There was just something vulnerable about taking everything off and handing it to someone else to hold.

“We won’t get in trouble for riding through the park naked?” I was foolish to even ask this question. I was already untying my top, so it wasn’t as if I needed them to reassure me before I did it anyway.

“I first saw you digging your ass in a pair of panties and bra walking by yourself down Goldman,” O.J explained. I wish he hadn’t painted the mental image of me ‘digging my ass’ but he had caught me pulling my panties out of my butt right when we first met.

“You could literally ride with your ass straight up in the air with O.J and ain’t no one going to say nothing,” Savannah reassured me, while I slid out of my bottoms and handed them to O.J. for safe keeping.

“I like how you think!” Junior complimented Savannah and offered to make it an extra two hundred if we all three stayed on our knees on the back of the golf-cart and stuck our asses out for the entire ride home.

“Why do you want us to do this, Sir?” Savannah seemed confused by the generous nature of our new benefactor. “It’s not like you are even going to see us doing it?”

“I am like a charity. I see that you three are in need, and if you said you wouldn’t do whatever you had to do – then I’d know you were playing me for a fool. You are clearly serious about this or you wouldn’t agree to my terms. O.J. will make sure you do it and the perverts in the Buckman will get a little peep show- Everybody wins. Now I believe it is your turns – bend slightly at the knees and prepare yourself for your fifty – unless you want to stand out here longer in the nude? I don’t think any of us minds.”

I had never heard S.S. joke or be anything other than serious, “I don’t have any place to be right now,” he joked with Junior.

“Who would you like to give your first twenty-five? Your cousin or your mother?”

“I don’t care – just get to it please Sir” Savannah’s bravado made her seem courageous, but I could tell she was nervous even if no one else could. She stood ready for someone to smack her ass and without a trace of shyness – but I could tell on the inside she had the same kind of fear and apprehension I did.

Crystal said she still needed to catch her breath and for me to go ahead. “I’ll give you twenty five smackers like you gave me, girly,” she promised her daughter.

I stepped up and delivered the first one. It connected and made a nice whapping sound.

“Can I ask her to do that one over? It wasn’t hard enough, Sir?” Savannah asked Junior if I could hit her again and not to count that one.

Junior grinned at the look of shock and disbelief on my face. Savannah gave me a tiny wink – a signal she gave when she was just playing. She had been winding him up to entertain him that she couldn’t easily be broken.

I delivered the next one and this time connected even harder with my cousin’s perfectly sun-kissed, pert-and sexy ass cheeks. They were rosy-red from a day of getting lightly spanked already, but they were about to get a lot more red.

“Thank you Ma’am, that one counts as the first REAL one. Would you please spank me a little harder and this time make it sting so I can learn to be a good girl, Ma’am?” Savannah didn’t flinch or hesitate to ask me.

I delivered another one twice as hard as that one. I didn’t think I had the stamina to swing 22 more times that way. She looked over her shoulder at me with a pained expression. I wasn’t sure if that was a signal to go lighter or she was doing it to pretend it hurt. “Thank you Ma’am; that was the second one. Please hit me again just like that one.”

Savannah was well into her fourteenth swat when Junior told her to change up her comments between spankings. “You thank her, then you count it off and then you ask her to do it again. It gets boring to the repetition.”

“Isn’t repetition part of discipline sir?” Savannah asked.

Junior directed me to swat her again, “Yes and you are getting them over and over on the same spot. It is boring to hear the same old thing each time though. Entertain us or I won’t give you a chance for three hundred dollars for 15 more minutes of work.”

“Yes Sir, thank you for the advice!” She said to him before thanking me “I love your spankings Ma’am, please do another on my entire ass - that was number fifteen.”

I finished with twenty-five. He told Savannah to kiss the paddle. I held it up to her face and she gave it a smooch before I handed it to her mother.

When Crystal walked up behind her daughter we all noticed the big purple splotches on her ass and the yellow marks. She couldn’t see the bruising – but I am sure she felt them.

“Take a good long look,” Crystal wiggled her ass for the few guys standing at the pool behind her before delivering the first powerful swat to her daughter’s ass.

She swung like a Samurai warrior delivering a fatal strike. “I hit like a big girl,” she laughed at her daughter’s staggering.

“Thank you Ma’am, yes you do hit like a big girl, and I would like you to spank me like a big girl. That was the first one.” Savannah said through gritted teeth that led us to believe her bravado about not being scared was starting to fade.

“Would you have ever done this where you used to live?” Ryan whispered to me by my side.

I looked at him perplexed by the question. “I don’t think anyone in Cherry Lawn Estates would ever think of anything quite like this – I am surprised none of the neighbors are complaining, Sir.”

“You would be surprised. I heard the cheerleaders at your old high school there like to haze each other something pretty fierce.” I had almost forgotten he told me he went to my rival high school.

“If I see you at any football games, please don’t tell anyone you saw me doing this, Sir,” I asked him politely. The senior cheerleaders in my school were all tall and built like Savannah. They ran in a completely different crowd than I did as an under-classman. I didn’t think they would have any reason to humiliate themselves quite as severely as we were doing now.

“Why would the neighbors complain anyway?” Ryan asked me. He could see I was clearly fixated on watching what was happening between my Aunt and her daughter but he kept making conversation.

“I don’t know, uh they could have small kids or some elderly gramma who doesn’t want to see three women getting spanked in the nude, Sir?” I shouldn’t have sounded so sarcastic but I was worried and nervous and his question seemed obvious to me.

“Sorry, I was just trying to take your mind off what is about to happen to you,” Ryan reassured me. “There are only six trailers positioned to see the pool area at the entrance. One of them belongs to Junior and one belongs to my Uncle. The other four are seldom home and so I think you are pretty safe here. The premium trailers were set up so they could gawk at the pretty girls at the pool and they have to pay a much higher rent for those lots for that privilege.”

I wanted to argue the point that there were probably a dozen other reasons the premium lots cost more, but I knew that was just my rational side needing to offer a clarification and I realized he was probably joking. “Thank you for helping me keep my mind off my turn up there. Any other advice, Sir?”

He told me not to bite my tongue.

“Ellen – your turn,” I had barely noticed that Savannah had completed her turn. “Assume the position.”

I stood in the exact same spot on the sidewalk that Savannah had only moments ago and grabbed my knees.

It was just a random spot on the sidewalk but because Crystal and Savannah had stood there – it seemed like the unofficial ‘spanking spot.’

“You seem like you are really enjoying this,” Junior told me while looking me up and down.

I thought this might be a test. There is no way I could enjoy being naked, swatted and announcing to strangers what a little piggy I am! Even if my tits were as hard as diamonds and my pussy wouldn’t stop gushing like I was! “I haven’t even been spanked yet Sir to tell you.”

“You have something hanging down between your legs,” Junior smiled.

I looked down with alarm. The first image in my mind was of a penis. I don’t know how I might have suddenly grown a penis – but when you are in panic mode your rational mind can tell you some irrational things.

It wasn’t a penis, but it was probably just as embarrassing once everyone else looked and laughed. There was a six-inch long strand of honey-like cum hanging from my clit hood. I almost took my hands off my knees to wipe it off.

Everyone even Savannah and Crystal warned me to stop when I did.

“I would hate to see you lose everything at this point. If you take your hands off your knees – you all forfeit all the money.”

I swallowed.

“I like a juicy girl who is excited. Are you excited Ellen?” Junior asked me. His clean-shaven face looked completely subdued and without much expression, but his voice was excited.

“I am I think sir,” I told him. The waiting for my punishment only made the anticipation far worse. I kept wondering how I would keep from biting my tongue if I was busy talking.

Savannah was the first to give me the spankings. Crystal needed some time to rest her arms and rub some suntan lotion on her ass. I could hear her try to get one of the men at the pool to do it but they were too shy or just didn’t want to touch the purple-blueish ass cheeks.

“We are waiting for your comment,” Junior reminded me. I had been so busy thinking and listening to my Aunt that I hadn’t even felt the first one.

“That was one, thank you, may I have another one, Ma’am!” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.

Junior laughed out loud long and hard at that. Even his braying guffaw at my pain and humiliation served to heighten my anguish and humiliation.

I didn’t know what he was laughing at first and I noticed some of the others laughing too.

“No, she hasn’t spanked you yet, dear.” Junior told me.

“If I had – you would know it, slut!” Savannah reminded me.

“I was asking if you will take a little bet. I will bet you one hundred dollars that your little cum-strand will snap off. If it doesn’t, I will give you one hundred dollars but you are not to touch it or let anyone else touch it. You will get another hundred if you can make it all the way to your trailer with it completely intact.”

I don’t know why this doesn’t sound completely absurd and offensive. It should have. It would have three days earlier; but then so would playing a game where my Aunt and cousin spank me.

“If it breaks off what happens? And what if some of it drips off but more comes out?” I had seen these strands before. I could get very wet, and usually I would wipe them off, and a new one would creep out to take its place.

“You just have to get down on your hands and knees and lick it up or you lose three hundred dollars – your choice. If you can replace what falls off within 30 seconds – then no harm – no foul. Is it a deal?”

I looked at my Aunt and Cousin for advice. My Aunt told me it was up to me.

“It’s not my money – it’s the families money though, Ma’am.” I countered. I was getting paddled – so I assumed I had to say Ma’am to whoever, just to be on the safe side.

“We are in this together – your decision to pass or play,” Savannah told me that she was getting cold and to hurry up and ‘shit or get off the pot.’

“We’ve seen your little cum-trails, you should probably go for it,” my Aunt helped me make up my mind before I agreed to it.

“Let’s hope I don’t spank it off on the first try,” Savannah wound up her paddle and swung it once in a full rotation to let the sound whip past me. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to intimidate me or impress the guys, but I think she did both.

She connected on the second full rotation of her arm and the swat pushed my hips forward – but the cum-strand jiggled and stayed attached to my clit.

“Thank you Ma’am, that was my first one, may I please have another.”

Junior reminded me I would need to change up my comments between swats. “That was what you said when you thought you had been paddled. You seem like a smart girl but you act like an air-head.”

I didn’t let his insult get to me. We had been put down so much all day and called bitches and sluts often and that was by Crystal herself, that the sting of his observation only hurt a little.

The second swat was a little harder and faster than the first. “Thank you Ma’am, I appreciate that spanking to teach me to behave and know my place. May I, I mean will you give me more, please?”

I realized I should have been thinking of these comments before my turn, because it was hard to come up with them on the spot right after the shock of the spanking.

The seventh and eighth spankings were hard but I was getting better at accepting the pain on my butt. I was more focused on watching the yo-yo like sliver of what looked like whitish clear-spit hanging from my clit so that it did not fall off.

I don’t know how my looking at it would make it stick any more than it was. I could have looked straight ahead and it would have made no difference.

I started to imagine myself like a spider who emitted silk from her clit to spin her webs, but I had almost lost count and said fourteen twice. I wasn’t sure but I had a feeling Junior would have declared me to forfeit the entire game. We had probably made over five hundred dollars which would double our income from the day and if I blew it all at the last minute then the girls would probably make me WALK home naked.

I thought I might lose the strand around swat number twenty-two. “Thank you so very much Ma’am for that wonderfully painful reminder of who I am. That was number twenty-two! Please do three more for me!”

Junior stopped me, “Who are you?”

“Ellen, sir?” I told my name to Junior without thinking about what he was really asking.

“You just said the spanking reminded you of who you were – and that’s Ellen?” a light bulb went off over my head when I realized he wanted me to clarify what I just said.

“It reminds me I am just a dumb, naked, slut who is being laughed at because her pussy is so soaked that she has a cum strand visibly hanging down while she gets her ass spanked, Sir.” That was fairly blunt and graphic, and after I said it I wasn’t sure if it was too over the top.

“I take it all back,” I thought from Junior’s expression he was about to make us forfeit this game and was taking all his money back. I almost stood straight up. It turns out that seemed to be exactly what he wanted to hear because after pausing to look me straight in the eye. “You aren’t an air-head. You are very smart. I want to hear all your comments take the same form.”

He could see the look of “Why me?” on my face and explained, “Because I know you are capable of far more descriptive commentary than these two now.” He added that he would make it worth my while if I impressed him.

I wasn’t sure what exactly I had said that impressed him, but braced for the impact of the next swat. “Let’s hear your commentary that’s better than ours – you egg-headed bitch.” Savannah sounded a little jealous of me.

“Twenty-Three! Thank you Ma’am for not swatting the cum off my pussy, but hitting my ass hard enough to remind me I am just an egg-headed smarty-farty bitch from the big-city who richly deserved it. Please give me another if you do not mind?”

Savannah was standing behind me. Unless she was pausing for me to answer one of Junior’s question she had been spanking me with a certain rhythm. I imagined the silence and long pause between spanks was her making a face at me. Junior looked very impressed at what I had said and told me ‘Another!’

Savannah laid into me with another beating against my ass. I wanted to warn her not so hard or it might knock the cum-bubble strand off my pussy, but I think she may have wanted to do it just to keep me from stealing her thunder. We had played at this punishment game all day and always Savannah had been the star and I had been the supporting actress. I couldn’t believe she might be that petty, to get jealous over a little attention; and maybe it was my often over-active imagination reading too much between the lines.

“Mmmmmm, that felt so good. Thank you Ma’am for delivering twenty four good swats right between the part on my giant big ass in front of all these men so they can see what a greedy dumb-shit I am for letting you do it. Please give me just one more.”

Savannah’s twenty-fifth strike hit my butt so hard that I could have sworn the cum strand grew four-inches longer and almost snapped, but like a bungee cord bounced back into place.

I could see out of the corner of my eye my brother and Lloyd staring intently at me getting these spankings. I was racing for something colorful to say to top the last thing. I just channeled my humiliation and took a chance, “Thank you Ma’am for the final twenty-fifth paddling to my big ass in front of my brother, cousin, and everyone else here. I can see they are laughing at the fact despite your best efforts to knock it off – my pussy is still dripping wet and I want to apologize. They are laughing at me, not you, Ma’am.”

Junior had a big fat nose that was covered in red veins that reminded me of a Santa Claus without the beard. I had noticed that, whenever I looked him straight in the face; but when I looked up at him this time all I could see was his mouth hanging open and a look of delighted anticipation, because until now his expression had been businesslike and calm.

I knew my Aunt could hit much harder than Savannah from the sound of the spankings she gave her and I was already scared. I wasn’t sure if Savannah was jealous of me getting some attention – especially this kind of attention, but Crystal made it obvious she was trying to show me up.

“Well, well, well, my little innocent niece Ellen Tinkle. I finally get to paddle that fat turd-bucket of yours the way you did mine. If you are still wet when I am done tearing up your ass, then you are a fucking freak little girl,” she made me shudder at the sadistic litany she delivered.

The stroke from the paddle she gave me reverberated throughout my body and made my knees buckle a little. “Let’s see you comment about that one, little slut.” My Aunt’s voice could straddle playful and sadistic in normal conversation and that is exactly how she delivered that line.

Even if she was just acting to impress Junior – the comment stung almost as bad as the spanking.

“Thank you Aunt Crystal Ma’am, for the beating you are going to deliver to my slutty ass in front of Junior. That was the first one and I think you know my puh,” I corrected myself and went with a far more degrading word I was loathe to say out loud, “Cunt will be juicy and wet when you are finished and all the way home.”

My Aunt played off my comment, “You are a cunt, with a fifty cent pussy that you try to sell for a dollar. You gonna orgasm right here on the sidewalk in front of your little brother if I paddle you again?” She asked while swinging for the fences with a powerful swat that nearly knocked me over.

I looked down and the cum-bubble was gone. She had knocked it off! My eyes went wide – I was going to blow the whole deal.

“What are you going to do little slut? Get on your hands and knees and eat it or ooze out another strand of cum? Is that yours or someone else’s?” Crystal could be a truly wicked dirty-talker when she wanted to be. We had said a few dirty things to the customers, but up until this point we hadn’t ever been this graphic together.

“I am going to get on my hands and knees and lick it off the sidewalk, because that is what dirty sluts do when they want to make money, Ma’am.” I dropped to my knees and quickly located the little strand of cum. It had looked so much longer when it was attached to me.

“Are you sure that ain’t the loogie I just spit on the ground?” Savannah laughed at her vulgar reference.

I wasn’t sure why I was so willing to eat my own cum off the ground with my tongue. I think it was because I was talking so dirty and it was what I thought a dirty girl would do – I felt that it was what I had to do in the role I was in. Once I was on all fours, I kept my legs wide; and pushed my ass up and out, the way I had seen Crystal do before. She had told me if you are going to bend over – you might as well get the most out of it because the guys are going to look anyway.

I could feel my pussy lips part and I knew I was completely exposed. I leaned my face forward and licked my cum off the sidewalk. I took my time standing back up and tried to look as slinky and slutty as I could – I had seen Savannah call it the “Slow-motion bounce.” She told me men sometimes like to see her move in pretend slow-motion, like she was popping out the water.

I think everyone was impressed because when I stood up – no one said a word. That or they were shocked and horrified that I was so disgusting. “I am sorry Junior Sir, I am just a disgusting pig. I dropped my cum-strand, but I did lick it off the ground so no one will step in it. May I please continue my spankings?”

Junior told me to look down between my legs.

There was a new cum strand or the old one had never fallen off. I didn’t dare ask what I had just ate – I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I knew my pussy was wet and I felt like I was having what might be considered an orgasm. I wanted to lay on my back and just wriggle my hips and ride it out.

“Assume the position,” Junior laughed at my discomfort “You know what they say about assuming the position? Point U Ass at ME!”

“If you would like me to point my ass at you, My Aunt could spank my tits Sir?” I don’t know why I volunteered that. I was just nervous and I should have known he was joking.

“Your little brother is out here. You don’t mind him seeing you stand out here naked and show your asshole to us?” Junior looked like he was about to cum himself when he asked me this question.

I faced my ass straight at my brother and pulled my cheeks apart. I pulled them apart as far as I could pull them – so much that they almost hurt. “Conner – take a picture –it will last longer, Sir,” I said a line I had heard Savannah say a number of times and I thought it was kind of ironic that way. After I said and did that very naughty thing - I felt like all the blood in my body had just heated up a degree and was rushing to my ears and face, and hoped no one else could see it.

I answered Junior’s question with the flourish and elaboration he expected, “My brother has seen my asshole many times Sir. We are kept naked at home and surrender all our clothes at the door.” That was actually true.

“Why do you do that?” Junior was no longer talking to me like I was a simple child– I started to feel like he was freshly full of wonder and savoring my responses. He had an almost worshipful look in his eyes.

“Do you mind if my Aunt spanks my titties while I answer your questions? It’s almost five PM. And while I don’t mind being naked out here – we have to be home soon, Sir.”

“Please continue,” Junior asked Crystal to spank my tits. She delivered a hard swat across my chest. I had built up some immunity today because of all the lesser swats and spanks to the butt before this, but the wooden paddle connecting to my already swollen nipples made me buckle.

It wasn’t a buckle of pain. It was a sigh of ecstasy. I had been playing with my fat nipples more than my pussy whenever I wanted to play with myself in the shower – and the hard slap of the flat of the paddle against both sensitive nipples was sending me over the edge.

“What were the questions Sir? You asked two of them, and can each question substitute for my comment of thanks? You said that the repetition of the punishment was the discipline but you liked to hear different things between them.” My eyes fluttered rapidly like hummingbird wings and I felt my knees get weak, but I kept my hands firmly on my ass cheeks.

“Yes that is what I said. You learn fast. That is a fair trade – a question instead of a comment. If I can think of a question then you will thank your Aunt but all of your answers must be in the format you’ve been giving them in, but BE HONEST -and I will reward you.” He held out a stack of twenties and began to lay out one twenty for every answer he thought was worth listening to.

“Yes Sir, please Ma’am may have another,” I asked Crystal.

“You dirty little pig, you’ve got your asshole spread and even my slutty daughter wouldn’t do that in front of Conner. You are going to tell Junior why you have to surrender your clothes at the door.” Crystal was still competing with me – to be the one who answered the best. I think she was afraid I’d get more money and focus. I shut my eyes and offered my chest for her to deliver the spanking across my tits.

“Savannah and I started sneaking out to come out to the pool area at night. We call it the Semen-hole, Sir,” I told him. I had never spoken this vulgarly and openly at any one time. I’ve been around it constantly in small doses for several days and now I was just operating on stream of consciousness and saying the most vulgar and wicked things that I could say – they were all true though.

“I grew up on Seminole, and we called it that back when my Daddy was manager of this place,” Junior chuckled. It must have seemed funny that a ‘city-girl’ who wasn’t from around here was giving him some exposition on the unofficial name of the teenage hang-out when he grew up here.

“To answer the question, Sir, it is not going to shock Ted or his mother when we get home naked today, Sir. We would have to undress at the door anyway because we cannot be trusted. All our clothes have been locked up and we are assigned something to wear when we leave the house. The bikini we had on was supposed to be shocking enough that even sluts like us would feel humiliated in them, Sir.”

I held myself up to take another shot across the chest from the wooden paddle while keeping my hands on my cheeks. “As you can see, we gladly stripped down naked for cash – so even the skimpy suits did nothing to re-enforce us having any guilt about our indecency, Sir.”

-FLAP- My Aunt clapped the paddle across my tits hard and I let out a mewling cry, but stood my ground while awaiting the next humiliating question.

“Is that the only reason they takes your clothes? Surely, a lot of teenagers here sneak out. It is kind of a Buckman tradition,” Junior asked his question. I found it interesting how we all easily accepted the term ‘comment’ referred to thanking, counting your stroke and asking for another now seemed like a formal process, and now his questions were taking a similar flow of their own. It had started out as a random, little naughty game and now it felt like the rules and order was starting to coalesce on their own and we all were using the same terms.

“No Sir, we are also likely to have stolen money from the car-washing today. Tips and little side dollars. We get inspected as soon as we get home to make sure we haven’t squirreled away any money.” That had only really happened once before – but I knew it would happen tonight.

“Have you stolen any money that way before?” he asked me a follow up and waited for my answer.

I waited too. Then I asked my Aunt to spank me again across the tits so that I could answer the nice man. My masochistic request to have my tits spanked so I could answer his question made Junior smile from ear to ear.

“Yes Sir, I have hidden money between my ass cheeks and in my clit hood and in my top. I haven’t today. I assumed we would all three skim a little spending cash before we got home.” I was being honest – the girls would have done that if they hadn’t already.

“Now you won’t get a chance because you are going to ride home naked!” Junior folded his arms with intense satisfaction and nodded his head once to signal Crystal to smack my tits again.

I breathed out and then in slowly to control my breathing while he asked, “It still doesn’t explain why you don’t mind your brother looking straight up your ass like he is. You just told me that you have to be naked – not that you don’t have to mind.”

He had a fair point and in truth I did mind. I decided quickly to go with that. I was making these up as I go, but I felt as long as I based them on truth – they would not become circular and reveal me as a liar. I didn’t seem to mind humiliating and debasing myself – as long as I wasn’t branded a liar; and at the time I wasn’t thinking about why I drew that distinction.

“In truth,” I began, “I do mind or did. I think when we first got here it was very shocking for him to see me naked. I think after I played a puppy – I just had to get used to the fact he saw me this way and get over it, Sir.”

Junior nodded rapidly at Crystal for her to give another swat to my tits. He fired off a new question before I had a chance to even catch my breath, “Tell me about when you played puppy? What was that?”

If I was trying to be explicit and try to turn him on with my answers – I probably should have embellished more on my time as a puppy in the trailer and I told him so. “I apologize Sir. I should have told you how the puppy game worked. Savannah gave me a choice to be a maid for a day and clean-up or get on my hands and knees and wear a dog collar and a snoopy mask and then let my brother and Conner play fetch and make me roll over so they could rub my belly.”

“You did not?” Junior’s eyes glazed over in disbelief.

“You told me to be honest, Sir!” I pouted indignantly, as if I should be beyond reproach for any skepticism over what I was saying. “Why would I lie about something as humiliating as crawling like a naked puppy in our trailer.”

He signaled Crystal to deliver another spanking. I had lost count at this point of how many I received. I was getting a shock to my system that sent a wave of agony and passion to every outlying nerve-ending in my body; and I think it was physically obvious that was happening to me by the looks I got between paddles. I wondered if I should have just made my comment between spankings instead of going out on a limb and doing these questions – it might be over by now.

“Why did Savannah get to give you a choice to play puppy or be a maid?” he asked his next question in his more usual, calm manner. I wondered if he were starting to lose interest.

“That is a long story, Sir. If you want to give us our second challenge we won’t have time for me to tell the whole, sordid details. The short story is Savannah dared me the night before to go out in the living room naked. When my mom caught me that is when I began being on clothing restriction and I was required to clean up the entire house.” I told him.

“I can only imagine that your Aunt’s house would take a few days for Hercules to clean out.”

“Oh yes,” I had done a report on this in English class “The Augean Stables. Hercules had to clean all the horse-shit out of a stable that hadn’t been cleaned in thirty years in one day. It was kind of like that Sir.” I smirked. I was happy with the look of appreciation on his face that I knew the story.

Crystal prompted me with her own sarcastic humor by tapping the wooden paddle on my tits, “I am the one holding the paddle, you know!”

“I know Ma’am and you are doing a fine job of making me realize what a dis-respectful little twat I have been. I am sorry. I didn’t even clean that day. I spent it playing puppy on the floor instead of doing what I was supposed to do.”

Crystal seemed reluctant to spank my tits after that one – but after a short pause she gained her resolve again and landed another stinger on them.

“Yifffff,” I bit my lip and remembered what Ryan had said about making sure I don’t bite down on my tongue as I exclaimed a tiny, little scream of excruciating ecstasy and pain.

“What about you Crystal? Do you have to surrender your clothes in your house when you get home? Does Ted’s Mom?” Junior changed things up and asked Crystal.

I would have expected her to protest that I was being the one asking the question, but instead she thanked him for asking and told him she did. “Ted doesn’t want me sneaking out and cheating on him. He likes me naked as a jaybird because he knows if he isn’t strict I’ll be as slutty as my daughter and niece here, Sir. Ted dotes on his mother – and ain’t nobody want to see her without her Mu-Mu, Sir.” Crystal guffawed at the image of his over-weight mother without a stitch on.

I wanted to clarify the part about Crystal being on clothing restriction was not true! I almost did but I realized this was for the most part play-acting. My silence was confirmation that it was true. “That counts as my question Sir?”

He told me to thank Crystal for answering for me and let me accept another spanking. We started alternating embellished thankful comments, “Oh Yes! Thank you Ma’am for hitting me right across the nipples with that paddle, that is thirty-three! Please do it again – oh pretty please!” with his questions.

“If the family needs money why doesn’t Ted come down here and help?” he asked me. I was surprised he knew Ted on a first name basis.

I wish he hadn’t because I had to really think about how to give him his answer in a format that would be provocative. The truth was that he was lazy and would rather sit at home and watch television.

“Ted put my Aunt in charge of this while he worked on other ways to get money for the household, Sir.” I decided was a safer response.

“Bullshit!” Junior didn’t buy that for one second. “Ted is as useless as tits on a wart-hog. He is my nephew. I wouldn’t loan him the time of day if he asked because he’d never pay it back. He sits all fucking day and watches television. You told me you weren’t going to lie to me and you just did – didn’t you?”

Wow – I tried to go off-script and my worst fear was realized. I shouldn’t have lied.

“You are right sir, I am a manipulative little slut and I should not have tried to protect Ted. In truth, he was too lazy to come down here with us and I wanted to be respectful so he didn’t punish me when I got home if he thought I was talking shit about him.” That was far more likely – he certainly had no problem punishing anyone he had authority over.

“You are forgiven, but now I am going to have to scrutinize your answers a little more. You wouldn’t mind if every now and then I stopped by or sent someone to stop by your place to make sure you three girls are stark naked would you? I mean – if you aren’t lying about it that is.”

“Ma’am, please spank my tits so I can answer Junior,” I asked my Aunt to provide another swat and despite the sting – I was completely focused on how to answer this one. I didn’t want to answer for Crystal because I wasn’t sure if she was going to go along with it when we went home. I also didn’t know if my mom would tell us to stop the punishment. I decided to go with the truth with a twist.

I want to say that ‘the truth with a twist’ is not something I feel entirely comfortable with, but I also don’t feel comfortable pulling my ass cheeks apart in a public pool – even though there were few people present.

“I certainly don’t mind, Sir – we have a constant stream of neighbors stopping by as it is. The thing is – we might get let out of the punishment we are in or getting dressed to go somewhere and so you might be disappointed if you come all the way to Glory Hill and find us dressed.”

I thought that was clever – it would establish an alibi in case Crystal blew this off in the future or my dad came home.

He was ready for me to get another swat to the tits because he had a follow-up. When I had the nerve to look him right in the eye – I could almost tell by his face that he was ready to ask me his follow-up.

The swat I received made me flinch and I shook my head to retain my composure, but remained in position.

“Why would Ted stop the practice of surrendering your clothes at the door? Are you three girls likely to stop sneaking out?” Junior asked rhetorically and added, “The practice began because of your nature and unless that changes – I don’t see why it would stop.”

He had a good question – a damned good one.

“I’ve only been there a few days. I think if my Dad comes home he might want me to stop what I am doing, Sir?” That was about as honest as I could make my response.

He nodded for me to get another swat, “Final question for you and then the rest can be comments,” He observed I had said IF and not WHEN my father comes home. Then he asked why I cared if my father – a grown man sees my bare-ass when I don’t care if random strangers or a younger boy like Conner is able to look at it.

“I guess I shouldn’t be Sir,” I was searching for an answer as to why my father was different. “I guess he doesn’t know or think I am this big of a slut and a pig and it would embarrass him as much as me.”

He let me count off the rest of my remaining spankings except on number forty-three he asked Conner what he thought about watching me.

“Conner. You’ve stood right there behind your sister and haven’t looked away once. What is it like seeing your sister get swatted across the tits and looking at her bare her ass at you?”

My brother cleared his throat and addressed him respectfully. “My sister thought enough to face her ass in my direction – so I guess it is only respectful to look at what she shows me, Sir. If you are asking what it is like to watch – I think the part I enjoy the most is how her butthole opens slightly after she has been spanked across the tits and then clenches when she gets another.”

I instinctively offered a sassy “Gross! Stop looking so close, you perv!” like Savannah might have.

“Yet you don’t close your legs and will let him watch seven more times,” Junior observed.

“Yes Sir, I will let him watch me clench and unclench my asshole seven more times for money because I am a greedy little slut who has no shame.” That seemed to ring true to me. I did have shame and I had it in abundance, but probably not the good sense to say no when I should have.

“That isn’t true, Sir,” Conner answered in my defense. He was the type of kid who felt the need to state the obvious and often answered logically without picking up the emotional cues that everyone else did.

“She is doing this for money because we lost our house, all our stuff, our car was robbed when we got here and I am actually very proud of my sister’s resolve to do anything she can to contribute – I am proud of her.” in nearly fifty swats to my ass and tits I had cum several times and cried out quite a few – but I hadn’t started to tear up.

A single wet tear appeared in the corner of my eye – a combination of pride my brother had said that, and guilt at what I was doing.

“And you also like watching her asshole clench and unclench?” Junior asked him with a nodding tone that suggested he already knew my brother did.

“Well yes, I have never seen an asshole except my own. I like girl’s buttholes more than guys,” Conner knew what he was saying was awkward and quickly clarified, “I mean not guys buttholes at all. That would be gay.”

Which sounded even more gay in his denial.

“You are lucky I’ve ran out of questions, because I think I could use a whole bunch finding out what you just said, son.” Junior chuckled at my socially awkward brother. I am sure Conner had originally thought he sounded intelligent and mature but I think even he felt he put his foot in his mouth.

It didn’t matter to me because I knew him well enough to know his heart was in the right place. He had grown up on video-games and television shows and wasn’t as street-wise as our cousins – so he told the absolute truth – he was fascinated with buttholes and more importantly he was actually proud of me for doing this.

When we finished off my tit-spanking, and I did my final commentary, I gave him one to remember.

“I am sorry I have to stop standing here and getting punished in front of you for my misbehavior. Unlike the paddlings and looks of scorn we received today from strangers, this experience has been the most meaningful and intensely educational experience for me. I appreciate it – not just because the money will be helpful, but I think you have taught me some valuable lessons and given me a great deal to reflect on, Sir.”

Junior replied, “You’ll be reflecting as long as that ass and those tits are stinging, that is for damned sure.”

Crystal moved herself in front of me and squatted down in front of him. It was literally like she was ‘upstaging’ me now to take the focus and put it back on her. “I thank you on behalf of my slutty niece and daughter. The money was an unexpected benefit and will help out more than you know – but wow, you taught me to be way more respectful and in the future I will try to be much less stingy with my respect and approval, Sir.”

“I look forward to stopping by to see if Ted really keeps the three of you naked in your trailer all the time. I think if he had and you were already willing to be kept in line – you wouldn’t have the attitude problems you have.”

“The hundred swats on my sexy-ass agree with you Sir,” my Aunt popped up from her squatting position and made a ‘boop’ sound as her tits bounced right in front of his face.

She had all of his attention and asked if we still had time for that second three hundred dollar challenge he hinted at before this began.

Crystal winked at me.

In the blink of her eye she had just told me she hadn’t been competing with me. She had been egging me on and trying to get a rise out of junior – that or she had something in her eye.

I winked back.