Chapter Twenty-Eight

I need to get this off my chest -- supposably and probally are not words.

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

My Aunt knew she had won her bet but she was playing it cool until this transaction between Catfish and Ted was complete. I am sure it didn’t feel like she “won” anything as her tits were turning a purplish color and people were snapping cell phone pics of the naked MILF at the pool who just got her attitude adjusted when she was knocked off the pedestal she had placed herself on.

Her mascara had ran down her face from her tears (or possibly her sweat) when she received punishment, but she made no attempt to wipe it off or clean herself up – yet.

“I am going to get my suit on now if you don’t mind, SIR!” Crystal didn’t wait for permission. She bent over at the waist – not minding who might have seen her ass and pussy spread when she did and started to put back on the tiny one-piece bathing suit.

“Wait a sec,” Catfish announced he did have money in the car! “I happen to have forty bucks right here.”

My Aunt gave a wintry smile as she heard him say he had the money. “That will help us out of our financial troubles Sir,” she continued to pull the suit back on. “If you want to spank my daughter and her trouble-maker cousin – I think they have a lot to learn from you.”

Fifty dollars plus this forty would only be ten dollars short of the goal to Ted’s bet. My Aunt had been defeated and punished in front of a crowd, but right then she was basking in the small victory of knowing Ted was done for the day and she had won her bet.

“Which one do you want to start with first?” Ted asked Catfish as he accepted the two twenty dollar bills the man just paid for the privilege of punishing my cousin and me.

“Oh! Do the little chubby one first,” Tawny Haislip called from the pool fence. She meant me – Savannah was sleek and built like a sports car, so she had to mean me.

I flipped Tawny a bird and bounced up and down, “Yes please! Do me first!” as if my middle finger represented the number one, the way I had seen my cousin do several times.

“I would like to spank them both at the same time if I could,” Catfish said, asking Ted politely if he could alternate between my cousin and me.

Ted’s face lit up magnanimously as if he were the King of all he surveyed. The power was going to his head as he granted Catfish’s wish. “Girl’s – you can grab ankles after you take down your bottoms.”

I had mooned the pool a countless number of times in the last few days, any time I had to pull my bottoms down to take a fresh spanking. Each time I had, it felt like a fresh humiliation; to be expected to expose my bottom for the duration of my punishment. We rarely had to take them all the way off; but the naughty bits that I was told since I was a little girl never to show – were showing.

Despite the difficulty I had with it – I also had the resolve to actually do it and started to untie the bikini bottoms on my side without complaint.

“That hardly seems fair,” Catfish halted us. I was surprised to get the sudden reprieve and smiled slightly at Tawny – who also looked disappointed.

“Your wife had to take off her entire suit to bare her bottom,” Catfish grinned that he expected Savannah and I to both get completely naked.

My Aunt was standing next to us and encouraged us to hurry up, “Fair is fair – let’s get this done.” She was done with her humiliations and Ted could only get ninety dollars, so she was actually doing us a favor by trying to hurry business along – even if it sounded callous.

I was the first to pop my top and Savannah followed suit. This time there were even more cell phones raised to snap photos. I may have been mistaken but I detected a little jealousy on my Aunt’s face that Savannah and I had received even more attention than she had.

Savannah wiggled out of her bikini bottoms without untying them and kicked them over onto her mother’s lawn chair. She showed no fear about standing right in front of everyone completely naked and even dared Tawny with the question “Jealous?” about her body.

Savannah made a “Ta-dow” sound as she burst out of her top and then reached down and grabbed her ankles before I had finished undressing. I hadn’t dared to make quite the same presentation but that is because, even though I often pretend to be a bitch, I am by nature really an introvert.

I took my position next to my cousin and held my ankles. “You girls think you are clever don’t you?”

I didn’t know what Ted meant. I looked over my shoulder at him and shook my head in confusion. He was standing right behind me staring at my body completely exposed to him – what did he think I was getting away with?

“Standing with your bodies to the side. I want you to face oncoming traffic and plant those asses directly towards the pool! You thought you could pull a fast one didn’t you?”

This had never been a rule before now.

Savannah thought this was business as usual and was obviously unaware of the bet or she didn’t care about the outcome because she sneered “Ted, Sir – you are just nasty! You want these motherfuckers to see my dook-hole that is fine with me. It ain’t like they never seen one before.” She spun on her ankle and faced her ass towards the crowd – even wiggling a little for the on-lookers.

I wanted to say something as well but I was afraid of egging on Catfish. I knew he had no more money but something inside of me told me that I should just leave well enough alone. I also couldn’t think of anything to say as I took the same stance other than something that sounded like “That goes for me too!”

“You don’t have too much to say now do you?” Catfish rubbed my ass with his hand as if warming me up.

“No sir,” I told him honestly. “I appreciate the discipline and the money to pay back all the debts we ran up.”

He was searching for something to swat me with other than the windshield wiper when he asked, “I thought your aunt was the one who ordered all that shit from Fingerhut. What debts did YOU run up?”

“This bathing suit at the mall, Sir,” I told him the truth and when he prompted me for the price I wasn’t sure. It had all gone on credit and we bought them together.

“That little piece of cloth costs about 220 dollars at Wicked Weasel,” Tawny declared as if I was withholding that information on purpose to a crowd of people who seemed to hate me now. Everyone thought that was wasteful - and admittedly, that was really insane for a bikini.

Catfish swatted me with his entire hand on my bare ass. As he did, his finger found its way between my crack and he touched me on the butthole. I audibly gulped and moved forward slightly bending further at the knees which only stuck my ass out further as it pushed me lower.

“Thank you Sir!” I acknowledged him, counted the first swat and asked for more – like I was supposed to do.

“You see?” Ted insisted we didn’t care. “They will bend over and shake their bare asses and nothing seems to phase them.”

Catfish tried the same swat on Savannah’s rock-hard ass and unlike the loud smack on my ass – hers was more of a thud.

“Goddamn Sir!” Savannah was belligerent as she called him out for groping her while spanking her butt, “you paid twenty dollars to spank me – not finger punch me in the asshole!”

There was laughter from the crowd and this time not AT us, but for Savannah’s sassy way of handling it. I don’t think Catfish or Ted actually took her seriously and probably because she had a comedic way of registering her disdain for them and this treatment.

If she was manipulating someone into paying for the privilege of punishing her it was the perfect storm – just rotten enough to deserve it and complain about it – but not to make them feel like she protested too much.

“You don’t like things up your ass?” Ted snickered and lied, “That ain’t what Todd said after your date the other night. It must have been good – he took our entire family out to Rowdy’s Restaurant and paid.”

I believe Ted is the kind of narcissistic liar who says his lies often enough until he believes them. We had intentionally left that boy with the check after we ate a big meal there.

“That isn’t true Sir,” I don’t know why I decided to correct his lie. I could have left it alone – it really was irrelevant, but now Ted was curious what I meant and had me explain.

“We all intentionally stuck Todd with the check at Rowdy’s after you all ordered big meals, Sir!” I told the truth. I have to admit that my conscious has been exercised rigorously the last few days as it learns to bend with the truth. I have to admit though that I get a strange satisfaction from just telling the truth that I cannot quite explain.

“WE did?” Ted side-stepped my accusation and pinned it on the three of us. “You three manipulators came up with that plan to get the free grub. I don’t think Todd would have bought me a free meal.” Ted shook his head at me as if I were the most unrepentant sinner.

Catfish hit me on the ass again; and this time he was even more aggressive about digging his ring finger into my ass. The hard swat caused me to buck forward and gasp.

I saw my brother talking to a girl, with long dark hair about his own age, out of the corner of my eye. He saw me gasp and looked like he was going to rush to my aid. There was nothing he could do for me – I warned him away with a look that said “Don’t try to rescue me.”

As noble as my brother’s intentions were – it would only sour the deal and get him in trouble. I was still proud of him – not just for thinking about me – but for talking to an actual girl his own age!

“C’mon girly,” my Aunt put her hand on my back and lied, “you laughed when I had to take my medicine.” I don’t remember laughing; although I may have smirked when I pictured her telling Ted to kiss her ass. “Let’s hear you talk the way you did for Junior on Monday.”

I could only vaguely remember the vulgar things I admitted to doing and saying on Monday. We had spent the entire day teasing and being teased and the words I said just seemed inspired to fall from my lips because Junior was prompting me to say things that turned him on. I was over stimulated both physically and mentally; and while I hate to admit my blood was pumping – the awkward gropes weren’t turning me on.

I felt violated. I should not have – I had let a guy finger me before, but the way he was doing it – it just felt so wrong and disgusting.

“Thank you Sir,” I had to begin my comment even if I was disgusted with the reality of the situation. I realized at Crystal’s prompting that I could probably say anything and get away with it at this point. He was out of money and the worst that I was going to get was a harder spanking – and the best was that some other customers would line up to plunk down money to do the same thing.

“My Aunt, cousin, and I did trick this boy into buying us all dinner at Rowdy’s,” I admitted a partial truth and added, “but we didn’t tell him. We just snuck out after we finished eating and stuck him with the check. We don’t plan to use the money you are paying to pay him back either.”

I don’t know why I did it but I turned up my nose and acted like I didn’t care. He spanked me again and I said, “Sir! It was my cousin’s turn!”

“You little snot,” Catfish began “I couldn’t help it! That shouldn’t count as one of my swats!”

“It most certainly does, Sir!” I pouted and Ted overruled me – saying he could have a do-over after he finished Savannah’s turn. “You got over-heated – happens to everyone.”

I let it drop and watched as he hauled off and gave Savannah a beauty of a stinger on the ass with the palm of his hand. “You can spank my ass, but I am fixing to break my foot off in your ass if you try to stick another finger in my pussy again!” she warned him. My cousin was genuinely fuming – and her nostrils actually flared.

“These girls don’t seem all that apologetic about their behavior,” Catfish laughed at my cousin’s warning and then gave me a fourth swat on my bare ass with his ring finger extended so he could touch between my ass-cheeks.

“Thank you Sir,” I laughed and even though it was a painful swat that included a rogue finger grope I told him, “you will have to do better than that if you expect to scare the two of us. We’ve had worse from Ted’s Maw-maw!”

That comment infuriated Ted, “Leave my Maw-Maw out of it!”

Ted struck me as emotionally fragile and a guy who might have a lot of mother issues. I think he constantly sought her approval and constantly failed to obtain it.

His next swat on Savannah’s ass was hard, just like the others before it. Savannah surprised me by giggling and asking if he could have a do-over, like it didn’t bother her. “I don’t think he was ready that time.”

Catfish and Ted were both pretty wound up with us. The small throng of observers were gathering around us now and I could hear Tawny and April talking the most hurtful gossip about us. Tawny said I had “cottage cheese thighs” and her mother said “just like her aunt.”

My Aunt’s legs are flawless – if there is one part of her body ‘nature has been kind to’ it is her long, luxuriant and well-tanned legs and her pert, full, bubble butt.

“Can you hurry this the fuck up, Sir?” Savannah’s combative style was grinding Catfish’s and Ted’s egos. Ted was supposed to be ‘in’ on the game here, but I think he was genuinely getting frustrated with the inability to break Savannah’s spirit and make her plead the way her mother even had a few minutes earlier.

“You were way harder on me than you are them,” Crystal cackled as he laid into us a few more times with swats.

“Thank you Sir,” Savannah announced her seventh swat and added, “You are making me re-think my life choices. I won’t be a carnie and run away with the circus now, okay?” she batted her eyelashes at him.

I couldn’t help myself – I laughed. When it was my turn to get my eighth swat, Catfish made no secret he was digging into my butt with his finger and barely even spanked me.

“Sir!” I found myself indignantly mocking his awkward grope of my pussy while spanking me without thinking, “if you want to play with my pussy, it costs more than twenty dollars!”

I think Savannah and Crystal’s blunt way of talking was starting to rub off on me and I was worried it might happen accidentally when I don’t want to – in front of my parents!

“How much does it cost,” Catfish leaned over me and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear “little girl?” He tongued my ear with just a flick of it before standing up again.

The combination of hot breath in my ear and the stubble from his cheek, along with the overtly sexual way I was being treated, had finally started to arouse me. I began to buckle at the knee and I knew I was dripping cum down my thigh.

“This is the best!” Ted told him to look at my “agony orgasm face.” He explained I always do this when he catches me playing with myself at the trailer.

“How often do you play with that juicy pussy?” Catfish asked in a throaty and gravelly voice then he called me a little girl again.

“Spank me again sir and I will answer your question,” I gasped for air as I tried to hold myself open. I tuned out the laughter and the cat-calls and whistles as I tried to just remain bending over, while my body mentally writhed and shot spasms of ecstasy to all parts of me.

He obliged me with another and I thanked him and counted it as nine. “I play with my pussy whenever I can!” I lied, but I didn’t care. “That is why I am always supervised in the bathroom and at home – so I am not tempted to touch myself. I want to finger my clit so fucking badly Sir, please give me another spank and use your finger!”

I didn’t care if he touched me – I wanted him too. It pains me to admit how completely at a loss of my senses I was and how I was begging to be used; but I am being completely honest now.

I wasn’t paying attention to anyone around me but I was told that if there was a man there who didn’t have an erection – he had one after I began my standing orgasm-waddle. Ted’s eyes had popped open like cartoon window shades and the words “jackpot” may have been written across his eyeballs for all I knew.

Savannah can be very competitive and she was not going to let me get all the attention. “It’s my turn, Sir!” she wiggled her butt and smiled at him. “Spank me the way you are doing her – that looks fun!”

He spanked Savannah again and she blurted out how thankful she was for it and begged for another. I have never seen her orgasm on command, but the way she wiggled and gyrated was like mine only she moaned “Oh, Oh, Yes!!”

“This doesn’t seem to be having the intended effect,” Ted apologized that we were both turned on by our punishments. I couldn’t cool down; and I believed my cousin was hamming it up to play-act and generate more customers, or just keep up with me.

“Hey,” Catfish shrugged that he was having fun and delivered my spanking while literally fingering my butt. I had a few moments to think of how I would phrase my answer to his previous question but I was still letting the last orgasm run its course through my body and breathing heavily.

“Thank you sir, that was nine – please give me one more!” I answered out loud and continued without being prompted to answer his question, “I play with my pussy in the morning before I come out here, and at night; but the last few times I’ve been caught by Ted. That is one of the reasons why one of the guys at home watches over me to make sure I am not sneaky. I can’t even go to the bathroom by myself because I’ll be tempted to stroke my pussy. Please Ted Sir!!” I begged for relief, “If I do whatever you tell me today – may I have fifteen minutes to pleasure myself!”

I had no intention of using that time – or maybe I did. I was not really thinking about what I said. I had not even realized that I miscounted and that I had been given ten.

“You will do whatever I tell you today no matter what,” Ted denied my request but added, “If you are a good girl – you can earn the right to frig yourself – but you’ll have to do it in front of your cousin or little brother. I thought smarty-farty rich bitches like you could fucking count. You ALREADY had ten – you dumb fuck.” Ted implied I was being greedy.

I was gushing now and my pussy was creaming while my nipples had become hard and puffy. Ted could have said the sky was green and the earth was flat and my body would have appeared to agree with him. It seemed as though, because I was still panting and huffing, I was agreeable – so I rolled with it, “Thank you SIR!!”

I was surprised that people in the crowd were hanging on my every word and laughed on cue shortly after I gave what was a much heartier and enthusiastic thank you than I had intended. I shouldn’t have been – they were like jackals laughing at our every humiliation and never empathizing with us.

I thought at least one white knight would step up out of the crowd and say “Stop treating these girls this way.” I know my brother had my best interests at heart but didn’t anyone else care? I guess they just assumed we were trailer park sluts and rich bitches who really did deserve what we were getting and/or wanted to be here – which technically we all did.

Instead, the trailer park crowd just laughed at our misfortune. Men with camouflage baseball caps and missing teeth grinned at me-bent over and mewling like a slut. The women in rebel flag bikinis and stretchy pants stared at us with derision and an expression that said “They are getting what they deserve.”

Oddly their delight and approval of our treatment made it easier to accept that I was getting what I deserved – even though this was all supposed to be an act.

We were giving them the bread and circuses of the romans. We were giving them freaks from the PT Barnum days. We were giving them the cheesecake of nudie magazines and all-girl car washes. We were giving them the spectacle and drama of a Jerry Springer episode.

We weren’t actually “giving it” to them - we were charging them to participate in the show.

That was when Ted had an inspiration. “You spectators here are having a good look at my daughter and niece’s asses aren’t you?” he asked the dozen or so people standing behind the gate in the pool area.

He announced a “V.I.P.” pass for one dollar to come out on the sidewalk from behind the gate and take a closer look at the “Bitches get bitch training.”

That was the first time he used that term – Bitch Training.

Definition of BITCH

1  : the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals

2   a : a lewd or immoral woman

     b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse

3 : something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant

4 : complaint

I would mark this moment though as when Bitch Training actually began for me.

Crystal looked at Ted with derision. A mean-little freckle faced kid with red hair paid a dollar to come stand a few feet away and look right up our asses while we waited for our final swats. The rest of the trailer park crowd seemed content to watch from a few feet over. They may be sadistic and cruel – but most of them are cheapskates.

“You have to get the hundred FROM Catfish to win the bet, Sir,” I heard my Aunt whisper to Ted playfully as she stroked his shoulder.

“I thought I already had,” Ted answered her without keeping his voice down.

“I count ninety dollars, Sir,” my Aunt shook her head no, with a mock apologetic look filled with smug satisfaction.

“Keep your head down and your turd pipe facing up,” Ted noticed I was watching him. He physically touched my clit and I shivered. He announced I was turned on by this treatment but I think he still didn’t dare touch Savannah the same way.

“I think she needs a good, solid, titty whipping – what do you say to ten bucks?” Ted negotiated the cost of my agony with Catfish like he was selling an old baseball card.

“I really don’t have it,” Catfish shrugged apologetically. He wanted to finish spanking us but Ted didn’t really care about satisfying Catfish – he just wanted to win whatever bet he had made with my Aunt.

“How about five bucks each and you can titty whip both the girls?” Ted sounded desperate.

Savannah pouted angrily over her shoulder, “He hasn’t even finished spanking ME yet and I ain’t even turned on like Ellen is. That isn’t fair!”

She glared at the red-headed kid who was intently staring at the two of us but didn’t say anything to him about looking at her ass. He just glared back and kept staring at us.

“Fair?” Ted touched Savannah’s pussy and didn’t say anything about her being wet. He felt along the lips and inside for moisture and seemed disappointed he couldn’t out her as having lied. “Was it fair when you,” he was stalling for a moment to think of something he could say she did that sounded unfair to him. It was much easier when he could claim infidelity from Crystal.

“Fair - like when I stuck you with the cost of horse-back riding camp and didn’t go because I was too lazy this summer, Sir?” Savannah grinned an evil smile. “That was because you may be able to punish me right now, but later when I get home I am going to sneak out and do whatever I want – when I want; and you can’t stop me!”

The crowd booed her and two more strangers, they looked like a father and son, paid a buck to stand in the “V.I.P.” section. They even brought pool chairs from the pool area and set up a few feet from where we were bending over.

“That isn’t even the worst thing you did. I had to pawn my high school football trophy in order to pay for the horseback camp you told me you wanted. We are in debt up to our eyeballs because of your and your momma’s little shopping spree to buy these precious bathing suits!”

Ted grabbed our bikinis and stuck them under our noses. “We can’t even afford food and water and you made us spend hundreds of dollars we don’t have on these?”

“Get yours off too!” Ted pulled the shoulder strap of Crystal’s swimsuit to the side to strip her completely naked again for the crowd.

I wondered if O.J. would agree this was the best way to make money. We were starting to get more cars lined up as the crowd grew, but we weren’t actually making money. I think to Ted it was more important right now to win his bet with my Aunt than make money.

My Aunt removed Ted’s hand from her shoulder and was about to inform him that the bet was over and he lost.

“Can I buy those bikinis for my wife and daughters for ten bucks?” Catfish asked quietly.

“I would honestly sell them to you. We need money so badly that ten bucks sounds better than nothing, but you ain’t got any money,” Ted shook his head no. I had always had the impression Ted was not a very bright man, but he knew better than to sell six hundred bucks worth of bikinis for ten dollars. I knew he really didn’t mean he would sell them for ten dollars. Ted was quietly fuming over my Aunt’s refusal to keep playing along with him as mini-dictator and let him take her clothes off.

I don’t know where Ted thought the line should be drawn at, on what he could tell us to do – and I think maybe he thought there should be nothing we could say no to.

“I didn’t want to dip into my shoe money,” he pulled off one dirty sneaker and dug out eleven dollars and some change. He wanted exact change back for the ten and dollar bill he was plunking down.

“Oh my god,” Crystal’s face was coated in disbelief and abject fear when she saw Catfish grinning. “Ted – please, NO Sir!”

Whatever the terms of the bet were – Crystal had not expected losing was a possibility.

“These little bitches want to keep their swimming suits,” Ted grinned while he pointed out Crystal and directed her to take it completely off again. “A bet is a bet – you lost bitch – now less grinning and drop the linen!” Ted referenced the bet, but no one seemed to take notice or ask what he was talking about as long as Crystal stripped for him.

“Well, I’ve got money in the hand right now if you are hurting like you say you are,” Catfish offered to buy our clothes with his shoe money. We heard murmurs from others who wanted to buy them.

“We do need these rotten little reminders, of how much in deep shit we are debt wise, for them to keep working because I plan to be out here EVERY DAY with them,” he said, snagging Crystal’s suit as she stepped out of it and pointed for her to stand like we were.

“You ladies look like you are ready for some butt bongo,” he played bongos on our asses comedically like they were drums and asked Catfish if he minded being the subject of a bet.

“I am going to make you girls a bet. If you win, then you can have your suits and I will let you put on your clothes for lunch,” Ted let his offer sink in. It wasn’t very generous considering we thought we had the right to these until a few minutes ago. I didn’t hear protests from the other girls so I assumed it was part of the normal theatrics.

I was still confused about whether or not a bet made while we were playing this game was actually going to count as a real bet – with actual consequences or privileges.

Catfish interrupted, “Hey, I thought I was buying the suits.”

“I think you’ll like what you get to do for ten bucks,” Ted shook his head ‘no’ before telling us what the bet was going to be. Ted became more authoritative and, as he laid out his bet, he sounded more and more like his Uncle when he had laid out a bet for us two days earlier – it must run in their family.

He became clear and methodical in how he expressed himself and spoke with more confidence after each sentence. “You ladies just have to run your asses off. You are going to do three laps around the entrance to the Buckman and you’ll have one song for all three of you to hustle your fat asses and finish.”

“What do we get if we can finish in time, Sir?” Savannah spryly looked over her shoulder. It was no surprise that not only had her ears perked up at the chance to play a game of some kind, but that her interest was –what was in this for her.

Ted slapped her across the ass hard. No one said anything but it spoiled the myth he perpetuated that he was opposed to spanking us hard himself and needed someone else to do it. “When a man is talking you will wait until he is finished and then ask your endless questions!”

He proceeded to explain the stipulations of the game before telling us the stakes for winning. I have to admit that I underestimated how devious and sadistic Ted could be. He may have a limited vocabulary and think supposably and probally are words but he did however have a massive need to feed his ego and a desire to see us all taken down a peg. You add that with his perverted imagination and his obvious misogyny around intelligent women who would reject him – and you get a bet like this one..

I had expected him to offer us a simple bet to see which girl would drool the most after we fingered ourselves, or something that didn’t make any sense, but he was covering all the bases and painting a very vivid picture to interest the crowd.

I believe that despite being lazy and under-achieving all of his life, that Ted dreamt of big houses and fast cars with even faster women. He may have some latent genetic pre-disposition to the art of the wheeler-dealer that might run in the Gaylord family, given his Uncles had made a fortune in this backwater bumpkin trailer park. He seemed to be getting an opportunity to channel that and focus it with how he was behaving – or maybe I was reading too much into his sudden clarity of mind and purpose.

He told us for this race there would be four men stationed at four points near the entrance to the Buckman. “You girls will cheat and try to take shortcuts if I don’t set up goal posts,” Ted reinforced that we were conniving manipulators to the crowd.

We were to run one full lap bending over at each station to accept a grape in our mouth from the guy stationed at one of the posts. We would be running across the entrance and in front of the highway that ran outside the Buckman for maximum exposure.

“Sounds easy,” Savannah offered confidentially.

Ted seemed like he was making this up as he explained it. I think he added the next stipulations just to piss Savannah off.

-If one of us drops, eats or fails to collect a grape (12 in total) from the men – we all lose. “You are going to learn to appreciate what you are given – and not eat it until you have earned it.” We were not to pick up the grapes with anything but our mouths. We each must have a dozen grapes – no one could carry any more or less across the finish line in order to win.

-“If one of you fails to make the circuit by the end of a full song on the radio – you all lose. You are going to learn team work. You are only as strong as your weakest link.”

-We were to do this without a stitch of clothing on and barefoot. The sun was already out at about 11am and the gravel-pavement would be hot. Savannah seemed used to it; but I wasn’t so sure about my Aunt and I knew I wasn’t.

“WILDCARD! BITCHES!” Lloyd rushed over to stand next to us and whipped off his underwear in a shocking twist that delighted some of the ladies watching this all play out.

Lloyd voluntarily handed Ted twenty bucks he had just earned washing an older woman’s car while we were punished with a broad smile on his face. “I am supposed to be punished just like them for all the jacking off I do, Sir.”

He played along with us and bent over at the waist. His strong arms gripped his ankles and I saw his sculptured abs when he bent over out of my peripheral vision.

The mean little freckle face kid who had been watching our asses started to protest, “This is gay!” But Ted dismissed him by telling him not to look if he wasn’t a fag.

“You won’t like the final condition of the race,” Ted warned Lloyd; but my cousin seemed content to play along, whatever the outcome and conditions.

“If they can do it – I should do it. That is the rules of the game, Sir!” His voice was cheerful. There were some groans from the men in the audience about my cousin’s participation; but for every two or three of them who were turned off – there was at least one woman who cheered the good looking country boy for joining in.

Ted’s final stipulation:

-You have to shove your suits up your asses and leave a portion out like a tail. If it drops then you have to stop and bend at the waist and shove that suit right back up your ass.

Savannah and Crystal groaned but Ted shushed them by warning, “I could let Catfish shove the ENTIRE suit up those big asses – there is definitely enough room, if it’s not packed with shit. You bought them – now stick them up your ass.”

“That actually sounds pretty good for my ten dollars,” Catfish offered to stuff our asses.

I wasn’t sure if we really had to do it – I was waiting for the other girls to start.

“The girl who is last in the race will gladly take you by the hand and suck your cock sweetly and hungrily– they are all good cock suckers and love to suck cock for free. You’ve been patient enough, and they’ve teased you enough, that you deserve a little release. I bet Crystal here will run the slowest now that she knows she gets to eat some dick for lunch won’t you?”

“No sir, I’ll do my best – but I want to change the stakes if I can?” my Aunt pleaded.

“Get that suit in your ass and I’ll consider it,” Ted insisted.

“Ted, I really need to use the bathroom before I do anything like this,” she pleaded.

“You can call me Sir. We are no longer on a first name basis for the duration of your bitch training. First names make us too familiar. Savannah you won’t call me Dad anymore either,” Ted instructed.

“I never did,” Savannah told the truth on that part but added stubbornly, “I will call you Sir, but I think you are over-stepping what we were supposed to do out here.”

“You deserve to have those damned suits up your ass and if you cum out here because you are getting off on this attention – it will be much harder with something up your butt. I don’t want you and your slutty cousin creaming all over the sidewalk!”

I was the slutty cousin? That almost made me laugh.

Then again, I was naked in front of a bunch of pot-bellied trailer park men, and bent over with them staring at my ass, and I had goose-bumps all over me because my nipples were sprouted and erect, and my pussy was soaked with my own juices.

It was Lloyd who was the first to do it. He hooked one finger into the waistband of his underwear and challenged the rest of us to push it in with him. “Savannah – I know you aren’t chicken if I can do it!”

I heard some hooting and hollering from men and women alike in the audience when Savannah and Crystal stuffed part of their bathing suits into their asses right in front of everyone.

I peeled my ass cheeks apart and I could already feel the blood rushing to my head in a fresh wave of embarrassment. Lloyd had his underwear pushed into his ass like a white pony tail hanging down and was swinging it proudly round and round the way he had played helicopter with his dick back at the trailer.

I swallowed and then pushed the strings to my bottoms and top into my own ass in front of everyone. It was tight and uncomfortable but what stung worse than the physical discomfort was the wave of laughter I felt wash over me – loudest of it coming from the Hayslip women. “She didn’t have any trouble getting THAT up her butt!”

Once all four of us were tailed and letting our swimsuits dangle between our legs and hanging securely out of our asses, Ted told us to clench and hold them in; because if they dropped we’d have to put them back in before continuing the race. “I will teach you to be tight asses!!”

He gave permission to my Aunt to renegotiate the bet. This is what she worked out with Ted as a final compromise:

Conditions of my Aunt’s Offer:

There would be TWO complete songs –including the DJ talking and commercials not counting against us for us to finish the race.

Leg One:

There was 50 yards from the sidewalk where we washed cars past the office building and up to the “Fuckman” sign. Someone from the VIP section would be chosen to stand there and offer us grapes. We were to take one with our mouth and run to the next leg.

Leg Two:

This is the hardest leg of the race. It is over 100 yards. We’d have to run straight west of the pool area past the entrance and the exit to the Buckman. We would be seen by cars on the highway as we raced to where my brother would be positioned to offer us grapes.

Leg Three:

We were to run 50 yards south, to a telephone pole on Seminole Avenue near some nice double-wide trailers. There would be another guy chosen from the VIP section to offer us a grape. The VIP Section grew slightly in anticipation of our race.

Leg Four:

The run 100 yards east back to the pool area would take us right past Junior’s trailer and along the busiest street inside the trailer park. We would have to navigate oncoming cars in the nude as we raced back to get a grape from Catfish.

We were to do three full laps.

All four of us must complete the laps before the time runs out.

The slowest girl has to suck Catfish’s cock. Catfish was insistent on the wording “Girl”, even though I think Lloyd was good enough sport to have done that as well. I’ve never given a blowjob and this particular condition scared me immensely. I did however run track in high school and even though the pavement was hot – I was going to run my little slut ass off.

If we win: We would still submit to “Bitch Training” today, but we no longer had to perform totally nude – it was implied we’d have to flash. We got to keep our swimsuits.

Ted would stay home after today and would get his cut of our earnings as if he had come with us, as LONG AS we earned our goal of a thousand dollars each day.

They didn’t explicitly state this to the crowd, but in their catty back and forth I got the impression that my Aunt was willing to play his double-or-nothing game and would give him the satisfaction of being King today – if he would butt out.

If we lose: We would be in “Bitch Training” all week. We would have to surrender our suits whenever he wanted them– and wear them up our asses. If Ted failed to lead us to earn our goal of a thousand dollars a day he would join us in “Bitch Training” just like Lloyd for the rest of the week.

The conditions of losing were a hotly contested back and forth between them with the occasional wise-ass remark from Savannah.

My Aunt didn’t believe we could lose the bet, so she could be more confident about piling on consequences for failing. She didn’t give in very easily when he said we’d have to surrender our suits anytime he chose, but it was just 1200 yards in the duration of 2 songs with the possibility of commercials. She managed to get a condition into the bet that made it so Ted would have some risk of his own if he focused on humiliating dares and games instead of making money.

I saw my cousin Savannah bristle nervously but at the same time I detected a subtle and nuanced excitement in her eyes. She had introduced me to the “Game of Life” and different dare games on my arrival here – this game was right up her alley.

Ted chose two V.I.P. members to stand at legs one and three. He picked an older man named “Skeeter” to be the first leg of the race. Skeeter could easily be a cast-member on the show “Duck Dynasty” – Duck hunting baseball cap, salt and pepper beard with traces of red hair, pot-belly redneck.

He picked the mean freckle faced boy to go to station three. He marched off with his handful of grapes while Ted warned him, “Don’t eat them!”

Ted made sounds like a Kentucky Derby starting horn with his mouth that the race was about to begin. “Ladies – the one who is the biggest slut will want to run the slowest because you get to suck this juicy cock. The rest of you will show us you aren’t lazy and good for nothing – on your marks! Get set! And ..Peanut Butter!”

Savannah started to run off the starting mark for a few steps before flipping him a bird and stating “Very funny Sir!” over the laughter that she fell for the false start.

“Did I mention that when you get back you have to get down on your knees and spit out twelve grapes on the sidewalk? There needs to be forty-eight grapes and you’ll be eating them for lunch off each other’s tongues IF you win the bet. If you don’t – you’ll be eating them off each other’s asses.”

Ted didn’t have to make that a condition of the bet. It was already implied, if we lost this bet, he was going to make our life hell as the boss of us in what he called “Bitch Training.”

I wanted clearer limits and boundaries of what is and isn’t allowed under Ted’s “Bitch Training.” I’ve been a good sport about all of this, but I just didn’t trust Ted to be fair and reasonable all the time –with good reason.

I was the only one who must have thought that though. The rest of the family actually seemed content to let Ted feel he was going to win and not ask for clarification on exactly what this bitch training was going to entail. We were after all – play acting to put on a show to get as much money as possible.

I don’t think that is why they didn’t ask. I think they just didn’t fret and worry the way I do.

“Can you count that many, sir?” Savannah’s wise crack was good natured enough to warrant only a quick swat from Ted on her tail. Savannah wiggled her butt defiantly and actually smiled at him. “You are eating this up aren’t you, Sir?”

Ted nodded that in all actuality at this moment in time he was in what constituted ‘Hog Heaven’ for him. He told her to wait a moment and fished my Aunt’s best lipstick out of her purse.

I knew it was my Aunt’s best lipstick because she made a point of saying, “Don’t use my best lipstick Sir!!”

We were already naked and getting tons of honks and cat-calls from excited drivers, happy to watch the nude spectacle of our flashing at the pool for this race unfold. None of us were surprised he was belaboring it as long as he could, but only Lloyd seemed to embrace it. He sprung up and down excitedly getting himself pumped to run as fast as he could.

Now Ted was taking the lipstick and writing the number 1, 2, 3, 4 on our asses.

In big letters he also wrote:

“Jigga-Butt” across my Aunt’s ass cheeks. She was number one.

“Sassy-Ass” across my cousin Savannah’s ass. She was number two.

“Juicy Lucy” across mine. He could have written anything across my butt and I would not have known until during the race. I was told I was number three. I was well aware of why I was considered ‘juicy’ and I couldn’t stop the swampy flood of cream oozing from my clit, even as I waited to race for my freedom.

“Country Boy” across my cousin Lloyd’s ass. Lloyd rounded us out as number four. Ted told him he was lucky he didn’t name him “Fartagnan”. He also made a comment about how Lloyd’s hairless ass was too much like a woman. “Do you even shave your balls?”

Lloyd just thanked him with a goofy grin and rotated his underwear-tail when Ted dropped it back down after he finished writing on his butt in red lipstick.

“I have five on the sluts!” someone shouted.

That is when the betting began. The small crowd of more than a dozen people began wagering on who would win the race, if we could all four make it in time and whether or not my Aunt would even be able to finish the race without keeling over.

She flipped them off, “Fuck you April Hayslip– I can TOO run this race!”

“That sass talk is why you are in Bitch Training!” Ted wasn’t able to discipline Crystal because he was too busy tracking all the side-bets and covering the action with the earnings from today.

I had originally suspected Ted had no plan at all. I thought he was just making us do something outrageous because he could and he was a sadistic asshole. I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was creating a spectacle like our lunch ordeal in order to get some looky-loos to wander over and get their cars washed.

It turns out that he had either had a plan all along to stage this race and once the crowd was invested in the outcome of it – rake in a substantial profit from the winnings! That, or he had just lucked into a brilliant idea. I smiled – it was actually quite clever!

He egged the crowd on. “Come on,” he told them that we were racing for our freedom and if we fucked up – we’d be back here again and again for the next week with him watching over our “stupid asses.”

He called us by our ‘pony names’ asking us if we were ready.

“Jigga Butt – are you ready to do this thing?” he shouted over the din of excited observers who were placing bets with him and each other.

“A bet is a motherfucking bet, Sir!” Crystal stuck one hand in the air and shot a bird to boos from the crowd.

“Sassy Ass – what about you? You gonna gobble some grapes like a good little girl for these nice folks to see you change your attitude?” he shouted as his voice became slightly hoarse. I wondered, if you intended to change a girl’s attitude that perhaps naming her ‘sassy’ anything would only reinforce the negative behavior?

Then again – her being sassy is what made the crowd boo her and enjoy her humiliation, while she hopped up and down slightly on her feet and shook her ass at them defiantly.

“Juicy Lucy – are you juicy and wet to run this thing?” Ted asked me as his voice became even more scratchy from yelling over the small crowd.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. I was expecting him to just ask if I was wet. I reached behind myself with both hands and smacked my own ass three times – and the crowd booed me. I was still standing as we had been instructed with my legs apart and bent over with my ass sticking out so that my “tail” could be seen.

“Country Boy – you sporting a big old boner to git r’ done?” Ted’s question to Ted was far more positive and sounded like he was proud of him.

Lloyd stood up straight with his legs together and did an unexpected and impressive full back flip, which wowed the people watching. Lloyd raised his hand over his head like Michael Jackson during one of his dance moves and pivoted like a rock god in front of the crowd. His cock was fully erect – his underwear was still securely between his ass cheeks and he smiled as the five or six women in the group swooned and cheered him on. The guy’s booed, but he was received much more positively than the rest of us.

“Then racer’s to your positions!” Ted promised this time it was serious and he was going to start our race – a race that would decide our fate for the next week.

“What IS the fucking position, Sir?” Savannah squinted sourly over her shoulder.

“You assume the fucking position of a dumb slut – get bent over and grab those shins. Leg’s apart!”

“That ain’t like no race I ever saw!” Savannah countered but adjusted herself so she was precisely in the position commanded – hands holding her shins and ass out.

“That is why these motherfuckers are watching it! It ain’t like nothing nobody never did saw!” Ted’s English was so bad that it hurt my head counting the double negatives. It only seemed to make him likable to the crowd; who surprisingly didn’t seem to mind being referred to as ‘motherfuckers’ in this context at all.

Once Ted was sure we had properly bent over and shown our asses to everyone and all bets were placed, he put his finger in the air and cocked it like a gun. Then he counted us down from three and made a gunshot sound with his mouth to start us off.

Lap One

Ted timed his start as the DJ started the music. It was Steve Miller Band with a bouncy old 70’s rock tune.

Some people call me the space cowboy yeah

Some call me the gangster of love

Some people call me Maurice

Cause' I speak of the pompitous of love

We ran at a full gallop from the starting position once the ‘gunshot’ went off and the music began playing. The song was old, but I knew it well enough to know that it wasn’t a very long song and that put us at an early disadvantage.

I was out in front of my Aunt and Savannah, but Lloyd was easily a much faster runner than I was. He was well tanned except for his muscular white ass sporting the even whiter-underwear stuffed between his ass cheeks.

I should point out that the first leg of this run is half the length of a football field by itself, so this was not going to be a sprint if we were to do three rotations and I needed to conserve my strength.

The early effort paid off in cheers from the crowd. I could still hear Ted calling the race “That is Country Boy in the front with Juicy Lucy on his tail. We’ve got Sassy Assy on the inside in third place and Jigga-Butt bringing up the rear – that is Jigga-Butt in the rear.”

I assumed she flipped him off because I heard him yell at her “One finger? Is that how many fingers you want to shove up that ass when you lose the race?”

Lloyd was the first one to reach Skeeter at the first leg of the race. Skeeter was wearing a dark t-shirt with the word’s “Fuck Obama” and an American flag on it over his pot-belly. He was holding the big, juicy, purple and green grapes in his outstretched hands in front of him.

Lloyd glomped his grape in a single monstrous bite without even stopping and ran on without breaking much of his stride. I heard Skeeter remark, “Y’all are batshit crazy,” as he shook his head in disbelief while I ran up to him.

He was laughing so hard at this situation that his hands shook. It was the kind of humiliating laughter of someone who was thoroughly amused at my circumstances and it added immensely to my embarrassment. My cousins and aunt had thicker skins about what people thought, but I was definitely more sensitive and my skin crawled with an intense desire to curl up in a ball and hide.

I resisted that urge and tried to open my mouth and take the grape with my tongue the way Lloyd had done. I managed to get two in my mouth and had to spit one back out. Coming to a complete stop would make it harder for me to get momentum to start running again, but in order to win we would all need to take only one grape because they would be counting them at the end.

He giggled that my tongue tickled his palm. I wasn’t started running before Savannah slammed into my back and told me to “Hurry the fuck up,” before bending at the waist to get the grape. We were not allowed to use hands – just our mouths to pick them up.

I mentally calculated that approximately 400 yards for each lap and at three laps that would be about half a mile as I booked it across the Buckman entrance towards my brother. My brother is something of a math genius but it must run in the family because I’ve been an honors math student all my life as well.

I could barely see Conner from the entrance to the Buckman. I would have to run this leg of the race across the entrance sign and that means I would be seen by cars on the highway in front of the trailer park. There are two lanes for the entrance and two lanes for the exit to the Buckman and then a lot of open space behind a chain link fence.

I heard an eighteen wheeler honk his horn from the main road outside the trailer park. I was mortified but at the same time wondering what he must have thought to himself about the naked girl running alongside the highway in the nude as he sped past me to whatever destination.

The trucker didn’t stop or freak out the way I might have expected someone to react to a naked girl running alongside the road. He just honked his horn as if to say, “Hey – this is a happy accident, I’ll honk my horn to acknowledge I like what that girl is doing!”

I might have been running from danger and yet I think he thought I did this to flash him for the thrill of it.

I don’t want to admit to myself that there was a thrill to this race. The rational, good girl from Cherry Lawn Estates was mortified and absolutely humiliated beyond all previous all-time highs that had been set before.

She silently debated with a tiny part of my brain that was pumping adrenalin through my muscles and urging my body to keep up with Lloyd. That part was the one that kept my nipples hard while they bounced as I streaked across the trailer park in a way I never would have imagined doing when I first arrived.

That part of my brain was feeling competitive with the other girls and Lloyd and wanted to win the bet. The other part of my brain was pleased the trucker had honked at me and wondered what people might think as they raced past me – a fleshy blur of legs and tits on the side of the highway.

“Martha, that young teenage girl in that trailer park – was she naked? What goes on in there?” I could picture the curmudgeonly old neighbor from the Dennis the Menace cartoon strip driving by me in that moment in his Lincoln Town-Car.

“Don’t be ridiculous dear,” Martha would smile knowingly at him in response. “Keep your eyes on the road. That was just Margaret in a bikini.”

That is how that scenario played out in my mind as I tried to make rational sense of what I was doing.

I was breaking the law! I could be arrested for public indecency. The entire trailer park may be made up of people who hoot and holler at breasts flashing and asses wiggling but surely if a Highway Patrolman just happened by at that time – he would stop and question me?

The risk frightened the ‘good-girl Ellen’ in my brain and tightened my resolve to keep my eyes on the ever-growing image of my brother standing at the second leg of the race; while the ‘naughty-girl Ellen’ embraced the unlikely risk of exposure on the road.

I could hear my Aunt huffing and puffing a good distance behind Savannah and I. She was cursing smoking cigarettes as much as she was Ted and his fool-brained ideas.

I heard her yell and wave “Howdy Sweetie” in a welcoming voice at the next trucker who honked his horn at us.

My brother didn’t have his hands up when I made it to where he was. Lloyd had already moved on to the third leg when I arrived.

“Please get your hands up Conner!” I had my arms at my side so that I could bend over and take the grape in my mouth. It wasn’t easy to talk with the first grape still rolling around in my mouth but I managed.

“Say Pretty Please and call me Sir!” he teased but raised his hand for me to open my mouth and receive it.

I took it from his palm and sneered at him now, “Dontfff makefff me kneefft you in the ballsfff, Sirff!”

My threat was made impotent by the lisp caused from holding two large grape balls in my mouth.

I bounded off on the third leg of the race without waiting for his snide reply. I could hear Savannah close behind me. She actually did run into him and my brother yelled, “OW MY BALLS!”

“That’s what you get for fucking around, Sir!” Savannah’s very unapologetic explanation made it sound like the two of them were tangled up on the ground after a short collision.

I did not stop to look behind me, but I did look to my left for just a moment. I could see in the distance what looked like 20 people and seven cars waiting for us at the pool deck. They were pumping their fists and one of them had a confederate flag and was waving it in the air while they cheered and egged us on.

I have played Softball in PE when I went to Cherry Lawn High and Middle School. I’ve always wondered what it must feel like to be rounding second base on my way to third while a crowd cheered me on; and at that moment in time I pictured my ‘team’ rounding the bases to score four runs and win the game!

I was already on the red-headed boy from the V.I.P. section. He was grinning at me as I strided towards him and pointed behind me warning, “You dropped your tail!”

I had felt the bathing suit slapping the back of my thighs as I ran and thought it was secure but it must have just popped out. I spun on my heel to pick it up only to learn too late that it was a trick.

“Yoink!” he reached out and yanked the bikini bottoms from my ass and swung them over his head teasing and mocking me.

Savannah was right behind me “Youff giff thoffes backffft, you little moffarfocker, Sirrttt!” she ran straight towards him to run him down.

The boy was intimidated enough to offer the suit back to me with a shrug, “Just playin’.”

He held up his hand containing a few grapes. Savannah bent just her neck like Roadrunner eating bird-seed before Wile E. Coyote could drop an anvil on her head by briskly racing away.

I could vaguely hear Ted yelling with his hands cupped to his mouth for me to get the tail.

I scooped it up and assumed the position –facing away from the boy who snatched it from my ass in the first place.

He smiled at me and stared at my exposed tits while I maintained eye contact with him. I reached behind myself and started to stuff the laces from my bottoms into my asshole. The bikini top was still hanging by the ties like a flag flapping in the breeze.

“Put it in your mouth and wet it,” I heard Ted’s distant yell echo across the trailer park.

I rolled my eyes without thinking. He was right – I needed to lubricate the strings, but I hated to give the mean-freckle faced boy the satisfaction.

I dipped the string from the bottoms in my mouth. There was plenty of spit because I had been keeping the grapes in my mouth and it had made my mouth as juicy as my pussy.

The boy grinned and laughed at my frustration and asked jokingly, “Taste like farts?”

I stuck my tongue out at him and gave him a sour expression that matched my Cousin before reaching behind myself with the now slicked bikini bottom strings and securing them in my ass.

“Pleaff dontfff do dat again, Sirrrt!” I mumbled to the grinning boy but he made no promise he wouldn’t.

I cautiously moved towards him. I was painstakingly aware that I was now dead last in our race and that meant that I would be sucking a cock soon. I would also be the one who might lose the bet for the family and that means we’d have Ted as our Master and Overlord all week by the terms of our agreement.

We were already making ourselves the laughing stock of the trailer park by airing fake dirty laundry under Crystal as she played the mom who doesn’t know what to do with her two slutty and incorrigible girls.

The intensity of expectations would skyrocket under Ted. If we were already at an 8 on a scale of 1-10 for outrageous public behavior before him, then just this little race had already doubled that to a 16.

The boy held out the grape and reached around behind me when I bent my neck to grip the grape between my teeth and suck it in with my tongue guiding it. I had learned techniques on how to do that two days ago from all the practice with those life-savers we passed between us.

I was also savvy enough to anticipate he would reach behind me and grabbed his hand. I shook my head no, smiled at him with the grape between my teeth and turned on my heel to race towards the final leg of this lap.

Savannah, Crystal and Lloyd were already to where Catfish and the rest of the crowd were cheering and waving me on.

It did not take long to catch up to them in the home stretch of this lap. Ted was stalling the girls and Lloyd for some reason while the crowd booed him. They wanted US to win?

I wondered if they understood the gravity of the bet. They had thought we were all unrepentant, selfish assholes who needed punishment and yet now they were on our side?

I didn’t have time to process what that meant as I had gained enough momentum to catch up to Ted while he explained what he wanted them to do.

“It’s simple – just do the little tea pot dance,” Ted indicated the grapes in Catfishes hand would only be furnished once we did it.

Lloyd had already finished and was racing away when I ran up. I couldn’t see my Aunt and cousin Savannah’s faces from behind but I imagined they were giving him a stubborn look of disbelief that he added a new twist to the race.

They were already starting their dance when Ted called out to me “Here comes my slutty niece, Juicy Lucy with her fat-ass in LAST place – you know what you have to do to get a grape?”

“Mime a little treefpot, Sffirrr?” three grapes were making my words more muffled.

He smiled “That is right – let’s see you show everyone here what a cute, little rich-bitch who is used to getting everything she ever wanted, has all the premium channels on cable, doesn’t want for nothing, does – when she is in bitch training!!”

I smirked that Ted’s definition of being ‘rich’ included having all the premium channels on cable - never mind that we actually did have that in our old house and never once thought it was a luxury. We just took it for granted.

When I thought of ‘rich bitches’ - I imagined the girl’s on MTV’s ‘Sweet Sixteen’, who get angry with their rich father because the Mercedes he bought her is the wrong shade of red. They stamp their feet and claim their lives are ruined until he offers to get them a nose and boob job.

The people at the Buckman think I am one of those uppity rich girl’s because I’ve helped maintain that rumor and vilified myself in their eyes by not being one of them. I nodded my head yes in understanding – because the uppity snobby outsider is the role I am playing.

In all actuality – I think I am becoming more and more like them than I even realize.

I even did my best impression of a spoiled baby voice to ham up the role. It was muffled by the grapes but it went like this:

I'm a wittle teapot, short and sfftout, Here isfff my handle, here is is my spfoutt..

I performed the dance with my handle being my left arm on my hip and then to my bare ass cheeks as my spout while lifting my leg – this led to raucous sound of approval and cheers from the audience watching me.

Ted even smiled at me.

I only remembered this child-like song from reading Storm of the Century by Stephen King. It was the haunting rhyme that the villain Andre Linoge transmits psychically throughout the story. It gave me goose-bumps performing it now so sweetly but everyone in the audience was laughing and whooping it up.

Someone even hit me in the face with a super-soaker they had pumped up – which only brought on more laughter when I was too stunned to continue.

Whenff I get all sffeamed up, hear me shouttt!

Just tipf me ova and pour me outttf!

I bent over and wiggled my ass like I was emptying it of tea.

I'm a cleffer teapot, yes it's true

Here's an effample of what I can do

I can change my fthandle to my spout

Just sttip me ova and pour me outft.

I switched to my right arm on my hip and lifted my leg up– pivoting my ass cheeks towards to the crowd in the opposite direction – once again to much approval.

It unfortunately cost me greatly in time. I could see from the look on Ted’s face that he hadn’t expected a second verse to the rhyme. I smiled at Catfish and pointed to my mouth while holding all three grapes on my tongue to show him.

Catfish offered the grape to me like a royal prize on a silver platter in his hand. It was much harder to pick it up without dropping the three in my mouth. I could not even imagine how it will be when our mouths were stuffed with eleven to get the final one in.

I should mention that the DJ had been talking on the boombox while Ted made us waste precious seconds on the race.

Lap Two

Take me down

To the paradise city

Where the grass is green

And the girls are pretty

Take me home

The next song to play was a crowd-favorite. Guns and Roses Paradise City starts off with a very familiar guitar riff and heavy beat that makes it easy to dance to. I would only hear the shrill voice of the rock singer briefly as I raced towards the first leg of my second lap.

I knew from playing Guitar Hero on my brother’s X-box that it was also a pretty long song, but there was no reason to slow down and be the rabbit who thought he had the race won.

I was more like the turtle since I was in dead last anyway.

“Look at Juicy go! She is shaking that ass and flapping those tits folks. She’s got four grapes and that little rich bitch has one song left before her ass belongs to ME!!!!” Ted’s calling the race carried over the song and was met with boos.

That made me wonder.

Why were the people who seemed to enjoy my humiliation wanting me to win? Why were they cheering me on?

Could it just be they liked the underdog?

Could it be that they just cheer because they like to see tits and ass for any reason and girls who show them for attention are always a seasonal favorite here?

Could it be that they were really on my side and thought Ted was being too hard on us?

The scenarios all sounded fairly implausible, given that the number of teeth some of these people have is about equal to the number of fingers they have.

I would need to puzzle with that question a bit longer as I reached Skeeter for another grape. My Aunt kissed him on the lips and raced away as I rolled up. She wasn’t the type of woman to plant kisses on random men unless there was something in it for her – so I was perplexed.

Skeeter smiled at me through his grey beard when he saw me. I saw why Crystal had kissed him.

The grape was between his lips and clenched in his teeth. He stood a bit taller than me and his belly was large enough that I had to stand on my tippy toes and press myself tightly against him to get to his mouth.

He hugged me tightly and laughed sweetly. His laugh sounded like the warm laugh of a friendly Santa Claus as he takes you off his lap after hearing your Christmas wish.

Unfortunately, his breath smelled like whiskey and dog-crap mixed together. If that wasn’t repulsive enough he stuck his tongue in my mouth when I kissed the grape into my mouth – tainting my image of Santa with that of a perverted, dirty, old man grabbing my tits and squeezing my ass cheeks in a dirty-little hug.

I didn’t have time to be disgusted – I needed to catch up. I did not want to be the one who lost the race and caused the rest of us to be in bitch mode for the rest of the week.

Then again – maybe I did?

I was running across the entrance to the Buckman now, with my bare-side presented to the highway in front of the trailer park. It was well past 11 a.m. by now and the sun was in full glory beating down on me. I had barely noticed until now that the gravel was steaming hot, but there were also tiny sandspur’s that stick into your legs from weeds along the Buckman entrance. They get stuck on your foot and hobble you until you can kick them off.

I did not pay attention to the trucker’s honking and the cars whizzing past filled with the puzzled eyes of strangers. They could see Savannah, Crystal, and I all running in a bee-line naked across the entrance to their home and yet not one person on the highway stopped to ask what was going on.

I was turning over in my mind the fact that maybe we were meant to lose this race. We needed to make it look good but it had already been decided by O.J. that we were going to have Ted involved in one way or another.

Lloyd looked REALLY good in his underwear and cowboy boots – that brought in some people who would not be interested in girls. My Aunt brought in guys who liked to see more mature ‘MILF’ type women instead of young girls.

I can safely say – no one wants to see Ted in a thong or let him wash their car. If he wasn’t playing the role of the pissed off cuckold who can’t control his slutty family and wants to see them scared straight after he finally had enough – then what role could he play?

I began to weigh the idea in my head that maybe I was also intended to be last. I would have to suck Catfish’s cock; but Crystal, Savannah and especially Lloyd were really doing this because my mom and dad were totally broke.

I know Crystal is bad with money but there was no way she could actually be as behind in the bills as Ted let on. That was an exaggeration to justify his greed and getting as much money as possible.

I didn’t want this to be my first sexual experience, besides being fingered, but it wasn’t like I was giving up my virginity.

I tried to imagine what it would be like to put a hard cock in my mouth. My cousin Lloyd had shaved his entire body hairless in solidarity with us last night. He’d had pubic hair, but he must have gone into the bathroom and shaved himself completely bald from the neck down at some point.

Catfish would not have done that. He would probably have pubic hair growing half way up the shaft of his dirty cock. I’ve seen more dicks in the last few weeks than I ever have in my life and each time it has scared me. They remind me of a spear ready to thrust into me.

I would have to suck his cock probably right in front of everyone, instead of the bathroom Ted had promised. They would demand satisfaction because they wouldn’t believe I did it unless they could watch. I would have to get on my knees in the nude and open my mouth so that he could insert his cock into my throat.

He might make me gag – how do they fit down your throat? I made a mental note that I should ask my cousin or aunt if I don’t figure it out when it is my turn. They would probably think I am a naïve idiot for not knowing something Savannah has probably known how to do for years – but I needed to know.

“Sis?” I was already at Conner’s station and he was offering me the grape with his hand out. I smiled at him and wondered how long I had been standing there thinking about sucking Catfish’s cock in front of a crowd of strangers.

“You won’tfff tell mom and dad I did this willff you, Sirffff?” I bent slightly to take the grape from his hand with my mouth.

“They wouldn’t believe me,” he beamed back. “I met a cute girl,” my brother started to tell me about his flirtations – which I did not have time to hear.

“I knowffff,” I remembered the dark haired girl his age he had been talking too. “Theyff wouldn’t believe that eever,” I teased him by rubbing my brother’s short-red hair before racing off on the third leg.

I was getting winded. This was a long run but I had ran track in school and was quickly catching up to my Aunt. I passed her and she slapped me on the butt “Oh fine – you want ME to suck Catfish’s dick?”

I didn’t feel more than a tinge of guilt, as she asked the question in such a playful manner. The tone she used was the same one they used when kidding one another about taking the last fried pork chop from the dinner table.

I flicked her the bird and kept running after Savannah to regain second place.

“I see how it is,” Crystal’s breathing was heavy and measured as she raced behind me. “When we send Ted back to the trailer – you’ll be sorry little miss sparkle-butt Juicy Lucy!!”

Her threat was playful and only seemed like friendly taunting of a competitor from my perspective.

I was bearing down on Savannah with about 20 yards to go to the mean-freckle faced boy in position three.

Her perfect ass was bouncing up and down hypnotically as she sprinted towards him – pouring on speed.

It was missing something – her bikini had fallen out.

“Safffannah! Your thiikini fell out!!” I warned before remembering that boy had played a trick on me.

“Feck you Betch!” Savannah’s words were muffled by the grapes in her mouth. She wasn’t going to take my word for it.

“We arfff on the same side!” I warned her as we both reached the little red-head boy.

“Feck dat!” she declared confidentially “One of us has to lose this race and it ain’t gonna be me!! You are sucking Catffisssh Dickth!” gulping the grape from the boy’s hand.

She looked behind herself and shouted “Daffmnit!” once it occurred to her she had left the tail a good thirty yards back.

“Sucks to be you,” I smiled knowingly at her as I bent down to get my grape. The little boy lowered his hand and made me grasp for it a second time. I came up a third time as he lowered his hand one more time to the point I was fully bent over.

He reached his hand behind me to untail me and once again I clamped down on his arm and this time I twisted. He dropped the grape and I wasted no time getting to my knees to pick it up with my mouth before racing off.

I would never have eaten a grape that fell on my mother’s spotless kitchen floor at home and she cleaned it almost daily. I just picked up a grape with my mouth from the dirty, pavement of the trailer park while in the nude.

It dawned on me that the boy’s hand was sticky and I had no idea where THAT had been – it was probably less clean than the dirty, hot ground was.

I was now racing down Seminole avenue past double-wide trailers towards the growing throng of cheering trailer park fans. I could see Junior’s Cadillac was in his drive-way as I ran past. I wondered if he was watching me on his security cameras and whether he was proud, disgusted, shocked or going to come out and throw down even more cash.

Lloyd did a back-flip for them once he got his grape and began running briskly on his final lap.

Ragz to richez or so they say

Ya gotta-keep pushin'

for the fortune and fame

It's all a gamble

When it's just a game

Ya treat it like a capital crime

Everybody's doin' their time

I could hear the Gun’s and Roses song was still playing but probably at least half way over. I poured on my speed - there was no point in holding anything back as we entered the final lap.

“This is quite a race - yessirree,” Ted was calling the action for the excited crowd “Juicy Lucy the rich bitch from Cherry Lawn Estates – her daddy delivered her in a limousine like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire but now she is getting taught a lesson on how to behave! Knocked down a peg! Look at those perfect tits bounce!”

Perfect tits? I didn’t expect that. I had nice boobs by anyone’s definition. They were firm and not flabby but the nipples were fat and puffy and certainly not perfect Georgia peaches like my cousin or bobbing watermelons like my Aunt’s well-rounded jugs.

I was actually flattered as I ran up to Catfish. I didn’t wait to be humiliated and given a dare.

I slid into the sidewalk with my knees – scraping the skin on them. I instantly regretted that decision. I put my hands behind my back and opened my mouth to show the mouth full of grapes I had “May I preeze have grapez, Sir?” I asked in a spoiled-baby voice.

Catfish smiled and tossed one into my mouth while the crowd laughed. Ted said “She loves balls in her mouth – as many as she can get!!”

“If these bitches are too lazy to run three laps around the Buckman they have agreed to let me whip them into shape over the next week and change their attitudes!!” Ted received more boos than he did cheers when he shouted that.

Final Lap – Victory or Failure?

I had to flat-out haul ass –literally. There was nothing in the rules that said I couldn’t hold the tail in. I put my hands behind my back and pushed the bikini up into my ass because I felt it starting to slip.

I was running towards Skeeter and thinking about something my Aunt said.

She had been talking about sucking Catfish’s dick. It wasn’t what she said – it was how she said it.

She hadn’t been muffled or in any way forced to speak in an embarrassing lisp. I had eight grapes bulging in my mouth and felt like I was going to gag or choke.

I doubted Ted really thought about safety of choking when he made up the rules. I think he just wanted to see our cheeks bloated like we were playing trumpet and had all these balls in our mouths. He even said as much at one point when he saw me.

Skeeter wasn’t very creative or perhaps he liked my kiss. He had placed another grape in his mouth as he waited for me to come take it.

I climbed the bear of an older man and hugged him around the neck while he squeezed my ass cheeks. It wasn’t easy to transfer the grape and it was most certainly a real kiss by all qualifications – but I did it.

“Frank You, Sffurrr!!” I was going to have to stop talking from this point on because I almost lost a grape. I was finding it hard to breathe through my nose and run, so I had to part my lips slightly.

The final lap was the most grueling. The heat of the sun was bearing down on my shoulders and as much running, jumping and washing as we had done – some of the tanning lotion had washed off. I was feeling warm patches all over my body where I was exposed to the sun without even the benefit of SPF.

A trucker nearly crashed into someone who slowed down to watch me. I didn’t have time to pay attention and was thankful no one was hurt.

I was focused instead on getting to the second station. I was calling it “second base” at this point – because it felt like I was running the bases on a baseball field.

I was also focused on the lyrics to the Guns and Roses song when I was back at the pool area.

“Ragz to riches or so they say”.

That was sure the truth.

“It’s all a gamble – just a game”.

I started to get an epiphany. The honking of cars and people zooming by while the wind buffeted my hair was acting as a distraction but it had begun to dawn on me why I was getting so many cheers to win the race.

Was it possible that Ted had bet AGAINST us with that crowd?

Ted had stacked the deck against us to win. He had even set up a speed trap with Catfish to slow us down and humble us so that we would lose. He wanted us to lose because he is enjoying being the king of us and acting as disciplinarian.

He would have made bets against us.

How much money had he bet?

If he had bet all the money we made so far –and given favorable odds, then we could be in very, very deep if we win and have to pay off everyone. What will they do to us if Ted doesn’t have the money to pay off a bunch of pissed-off rednecks? These are the kind of people who keep hunting rifles in their trucks on racks, just in case they get a chance to go hunting wherever they go.

“You are doing good, Sis!” Conner encouraged me when I got to where he was standing. He didn’t tease me or make it hard for me to the grape – held it out and let me take it with my mouth. “I am so proud of you – I know you can make it!!”

I would have smiled at him but my mouth was full of grapes. It would have been a wistful smile anyway now that the idea that if we WIN – we could be much deeper in debt than we planned on.

“Come on little Juicy Lucy,” the freckle faced boy was beckoning me to reach him. He had a grape in his mouth the same way Skeeter did. My cousin Lloyd had already passed his leg and was on his way to the finish line. I doubted that Lloyd had to take the grapes with his mouth and that, as well as the great shape he was in, accounted for his faster time. I wasn’t jealous – I was impressed.

I slowed down while I processed the notion that we’d lose by winning. If we lose – we spend the week as Ted’s bitches. If we win – we probably spend the week as Ted’s bitches or someone else’s if Ted cannot pay our gambling debts.

“You can’t be seriously letting me pass your fat ass,” Crystal said without the trace of the mumble-mouth as she smacked me on my butt. “You must be in love with Catfish!”

She was taunting me to keep up with her as she raced to the boy who was much shorter than her. She picked him up rather than bend over to kiss the grape out of his mouth. “You come see me when you get a few years older,” she promised with her usual saucy tone and ran towards the final sounds of the Guns and Roses song.

I was still in front of Savannah but I could hear her catching up to me. “I ainff losing this game!!” she nudged past me and bore down on the boy before he could notch another grape in his mouth.

His reaction was to step back and fling the grape in another direction to deflect her charge. “Youff sick-twisted liffle mofferfocker! Sir,” she might have missed the point of being respectful but her anger was justifiable. She scampered off after the grape while covering her ass with her hand so that the boy didn’t yank out the tail.

I was dripping down my chest from being hit with a super soaker. “You look sweaty – kiss it off me but don’t get your lady juice all over me!” he demanded as he looked up at me and put the grape half-way out of his mouth.

I smiled as broadly as my grape-stuffed mouth would allow and bent down. I gave him the hardest-bear-hug squeeze I could and even thrust myself once against him. I was aware that my pussy had produced a strand of cummy-snail trail and it had been dangling between my thighs for the last lap and a half. I wiped it off on his dirty striped shirt and took the grape from his mouth without touching lips by extracting it with my teeth and tongue.

I enjoyed doing that to him – small victories.

Savannah was probably going to lose the race for us anyway. She had to run after the grape and get it off the ground and I could hear the rock song winding down. I learned after this race that the song was close to seven minutes in length – lucky for us.

I wanna go..

I wanna go..

Oh won’t you please take me Ho-ohmmmmmm!!!

The singer was holding that note and I was wishing to go home to Cherry Lawn myself. Ted was riling up the crowd with dramatic flair –calling the results of the race. “It’s down to the wire here! Will they win it? No please don’t win that bet!!! You bitches need this discipline – you want it!”

My Aunt was bent over horking up grapes and holding her stomach. She was still naked and had not removed her bathing suit from her ass. My cousin Lloyd had placed his grapes on the ground and assumed the position we started the race in with his hands touching his shins and a broad smile on his face.

My knees were sore and scratched up from sliding onto the sidewalk the last lap.

My ass and tits were bruised and exposed from the spankings I had received.

My cunt was wet and dripping down my thighs.

I had a number and the word “Juicy Lucy” written on my ass in lipstick.

I had twelve grapes in my mouth that I had to suck off the hands of men.

I was sweating, my feet were cut and black from the tar of the trailer park.

I had streaked openly in front of the highway. I had a 200 dollar bikini sticking out of my asshole that I put there and I was holding it in place.

I also had a choice to make. I could hear the rapid fall of Savannah’s footsteps sprinting up behind me. I knew we both had the potential to make it right before the cymbals and drums come crashing down in a triumphatic rock-symphony of percussion and guitar to end the song.

I could see in Ted’s face that he might just be realizing that he had bet the farm and we were going to win his bet, but in doing so – lose the dozens of others he had just made.

Hard Times at the Buckman.