Chapter Fifty-Two

Seven Simple Rules for Disciplining My Daughter

"Fortune is like a woman; if you wish to master her, you must conquer her by force. Moreover, she is more willing to be conquered by forceful men of ability than by timid cowards."

~ Niccolo Machiavelli (1469-1527): The Prince

Billy Riggins stepped into the living room with a broad smile on his face. He had already seen us standing naked as he walked up because the windows in the trailers had been opened up enough that anyone could see in.

He walked tall and confident with a kind of swagger that he and his brother shared. Billy wasn’t as handsome as his brother, but he had a square jaw and was nice looking with straight teeth. He was wearing a red cowboy-western shirt and some faded jeans with nice cowboy boots – I could smell the Stetson cologne he slapped on to prepare for this date.

He may not have been nearly as dreamy as his brother – but I could see why Savannah had actually cared enough to be concerned what her date thought of her. There were dozens of boys from her school that had come to see her at the pool in the last few days and she told them all to kiss her ass and gladly played her part around them.

Savannah could have told him this was all a weird little joke that began as a scam to make money and he probably would have believed it. That would go against our instructions and Savannah would be punished – but then she was going to be punished no matter what.

I think though she realized that if she goes along with the charade and plays the part of the slightly rebellious teenager who is getting punished and he buys it – she has a chance to actually save face with him later.

He had a toothy grin that made it obvious he liked what he was seeing and wasn’t overly shocked. If he bought our story this was just a punishment – I could see how a week from now she could just play it off as a punishment and never mention it again. She might have been thinking the same thing because there was no look of panic on her face when she saw him come in.

Savannah stoically puffed a breath of acceptance and played along with the rules in front of Billy – but I felt it might really be humiliating to have a guy you like see you this way. It certainly would be impossible to live down.

Billy held a blue tulip that had clearly been uprooted from someone’s garden as a last minute gift for his date. “I see y’all are busy doing exercises or something,” he wore a wry grin as he shook his head at how surreal this must have looked adding “I thought I was supposed to pick you up at seven?”

Savannah looked at Odd-Jobs and Ted for signs of what she should say and they nodded slowly as if to confirm that she needed to do what she was told to do. She kept her hands behind her head and without making eye contact with him said “It was very nice of you to bring me flowers, Sir – thank you for that.” she shifted uncomfortably and continued “I was caught being a selfish brat and trying to sneak out – so unfortunately, I am on clothing restriction around the house, Sir.”

“Oh ha-hah, I thought it was just something you were telling perverts down at the pool,” Billy chuckled and added he didn’t see a damn thing wrong with her strutting around naked. “You want to wait to have our date when you are off restriction?” his blue-eyes drank her up like water.

“She can go out with you tonight, Billy” Odd-Jobs interrupted because Savannah was about to nod yes. “If you will be our guest for dinner – you can take her out on a double date with her cousin for a few hours- would you like that?”

“Yeah,” Billy looked at my body and said, “Hell, if I had known you wanted to double date I would have brought Timmy!”

Tim Riggins was the handsomest boy I had ever seen. He had long brown hair and chiseled features that were even more darling than Lloyd. He looked like a misunderstood rebel with a heart of gold – and Billy could have set me up on a date with him? Amen Hallelujah! I would have gladly gone at that point even under discipline!

“You will have to keep an eye on Savannah - you and Ryan are going to be in charge for a few hours. Can we trust you with them?” Odd-Jobs explained that we would be dropped off with some of our spending money and picked up precisely in two hours.

“Well,” Billy smiled cavalierly and assured him that we’d be safe with him. He stood at the doorway politely, with the look of someone who was waiting for this to all be a practical joke and someone to fill him in on the punch-line.

“There are seven rules for dating my step-daughter,” Ted listed off the seven rules:

1. They are to call all males Sir and all females Ma’am (except the four of us); speak politely; and ask, never tell, people what to do! They may not talk out of turn, gossip, brag, or sass their betters.

2. They will eat what you tell them to eat and be grateful; you may give her a time-limit, Limit her portions and tell her how to eat. She will thank you when you are finished feeding her. She is, under no circumstances, to be able to tell you what she wants to eat or drink – no alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs.
   
   Ted also added “Make sure they chew-chew-chew all their food and don’t just swallow it – you love to swallow don’t you Savannah?”
   
   Savannah glanced daggers at Ted, but confirmed with a haughty almost bemused look that she had to proceed with the charade, “Yes Step-Father! I always do!”

3. They may not use the bathroom without permission and if she goes – one of you must supervise them both so they do not lolly-gag around and use it as a chance to gossip. They go when you say, where you say and how you say – but they don’t get more than 5 minutes and no more than 3 sheets of toilet paper! I don’t want them wasting it. They run through a whole roll of toilet paper here just to remove makeup.

Ted pantomimed pulling a roll of imaginary toilet paper with his hand and letting 500 sheets fall to the ground. Then he wiped off one eye with the invisible paper before throwing it down and pulling off another 500 sheets to illustrate how wasteful he claimed we had been. I know it was extreme hyperbole for comedic effect – but I could see Savannah and Crystal actually having not cared too much how much TP they wasted before this all began –so there was some measure of truth to that one.

4. They must remain in your sight at all times – because they have flashed people in the past for the thrill of it – they go without panties and bras and may not try to cover themselves. You may NOT order them to undress in public. You may however, tell them to touch their toes, reach for anything you want, or stand or squat while eating. You can tell them to kiss your ass or feet/shoes, but only if they say something sassy and need an attitude adjustment.

5. Anything they earn with you – they keep 50%. You must turn over any money they earn and the girls will be searched upon return. They will also be punished for anything they did that was wrong – stealing, lying, sassing their betters, misbehavior; so please keep a good list and be prepared to go over it when you return them. If you want to snap photos on your cell phone all the better.

6. They aren’t allowed to get aroused – or turned on by this treatment. The moment you see their nipples getting hard, goose-bumps, or smell their pussies getting wet, you need to make them stand with their nose in a corner until they cool off. You can usually check them in about five minutes and see if they are ready to behave and aren’t dripping all over the place.

Ted motioned to me and pointed out I was a geyser. “She’ll give you trouble if she gets all horned up on your date – just keep her in check and show her who is boss!”

That’s six, what about the seventh one?” Billy asked. He had a load of Skoal dip in his mouth that caused his lip to pucker slightly

Ted looked like he had lost count and made a forgetful face before adding almost as an after-thought the seventh rule.

7. You may not fuck them – that includes in the ass, or tell them to suck your dick – this is the first date after all. You may not let them do that with anyone else. They are not to play with themselves or each other. They can give you hand jobs and make out in private – but for no more than half the date.

The last part of that rule Ted explained almost as if he was thinking it out in his head and decided to give the boys a break by being generous with us.

“Whatever you do – make sure they do not come back pregnant or I’ll have your balls mounted to the front of the trailer,” the threat sounded polite but very real. Ted was a tough talker when he wanted to be – this was one of those times.

“Well, it is the first date after all,” Billy grinned at us sheepishly and jokingly pretended this was ‘fair and reasonable’ when it was more than any guy walking off the street might hope for of his date!

Ryan casually mentioned it was technically his second date with me if we counted the other night. “Right – I guess you can play with her tits and suck on them then,” Ted looked at me as if seeing if I thought this was fair before declaring it was. I was horrified – were they just messing with me? Was Ryan going to insist on that?

Ted mentioned punishing us – and that he would let them be creative, but he would expect a full report after the date and decide accordingly if we were going to have another.

Ted pointed to the charger that was recharging the finger shaped butt plugs.

“They will be wearing those butt plugs. You are the only one who may remove them – and only so they can go to the bathroom. You are to put it right back in. If they give you any problems or break these rules – you can give them a shock with the remote. Don’t abuse it! You can spank them – but not in public!”

Billy was smirking like this was all some sort of joke and taking it in. I am sure this was the weirdest ‘date’ he ever found himself on. “You said I get to keep 50% of the money we make?” Billy’s eyes darted back to Odd-Jobs then to Crystal then to us.

“I said you turn IN 50% of what they make – but yes, you get to keep half. It’s only fair since you’ll be paying for any incidentals. If you want them to earn their keep you could probably have them pose for pictures with someone, or or have them punish them for you - like happens down at the pool, well I will leave that to you – just don’t straight whore them out. They might like that too much.”

I heard Savannah stifle a groan and I almost laughed. This was much harder for her than it was for me – and that made it kind of funny. I didn’t really care what Ryan thought and he knew this was all a game, but Billy Riggins was a popular kid that Savannah really did like.

Savannah narrowed her brows and pouted at Odd-Jobs that this seemed completely unfair and cruel. “See?” Odd-Jobs said we were supposed to be nice and polite – and here she was showing her bitch face. “Turn around and pull your cheeks apart – I want to show Billy how your remote works.”

She did as she was told with minimal eye-rolls and bent at the waist while holding her cheeks apart for Billy. Conner was told to get Savannah’s plug from the recharger.

“It’s very important to keep the numbers straight – you might shock her mom when you meant to give her a little jolt and that would be fun – but not very fair,” Odd-Jobs watched as Conner handed the plug to Billy.

“Thank you little man,” he thanked Conner without acknowledging him and walked up to insert the finger-shaped plug in Savannah’s ass.

“Now just hold on!! Sir,” she closed her cheeks and stood up straight. Her voice was scratchy from hollering at cars all day and she almost squeaked her words – but she was angry. We were about to see Savannah’s breaking point. I had just known there was a point when she was going to snap and go off – and clearly this was it.

“You have to at least let me spit on it, Sir!” She turned and spit directly on the plug flicked her blue-eyes up at Billy with a very serious look as she let the white drool-spittle line hang on her tongue. Then she turned around crisply, bent at the knees and pulled her ass cheeks further apart adding with disappointment, “That was supposed to be in the rules, Sir!”

“You ready now?” Billy seemed more than amused as he held the finger shaped plug gingerly in his hand.

“Yes Sir, right in the stinker!” she said in a more pronounced sassy southern drawl while she wiggled her ass slightly to present a more inviting target.

“This has got to be the weirdest family I’ve ever seen and I thought I saw it all,” Billy chuckled as he approached Savannah and stood right behind her hips. She was bent at the waist touching her ankles.

“She just needs a little structure and discipline, ain’t that right Savannah?” Ted was having a grand old time at our expense – perhaps the happiest of his mostly pathetic life.

“Just c’mon and get it over with so I can get dressed, Sir,” she demanded. There was a quiet pause and we heard ‘flup’ as he pushed it deep into her ass and gave it a twist to fit the butt plug securely in her ass.

Billy was mugging it up for the others now and stalling to drag this out, “Kind of reminds me of pin the tail on the donkey at your 12^th birthday party.”

“Not quite, sir,” Savannah was turning two shades of red with her head between her legs. She actually cared what this guy thought of her and it was starting to become obvious that her tough exterior was fading.

“Sure,” Billy reminisced. “Your itty bitty bikini and your mom had on a matching one – she was drinking bourbon that night – or was it Tequila? Mrs. Danville.”

“It was a little bit of both I would imagine, Sir,” Savannah’s mom admitted submissively while remaining perfectly still, save for the slight jiggle of her large, bulbous breasts – knees bent, hands behind her head.

“You dated my dad for a little while – I think you broke up with him at your daughter’s birthday party,” Billy sounded a little upset and hurt.

“I did, Sir?” Crystal seemed genuinely sorry for that, “I don’t remember that.”

“I am just fucking with ya, Ma’am,” Billy smiled at her teasingly and changed the subject by asking Maw-Maw what she thought of ‘all of this’.

“Well,” she thanked him for asking her opinion and noted that not everyone is as respectful as he was. He gave her a courteous nod and she continued, “I think it is a bit vulgar.” Maw-Maw’s tone implied that the vulgarity rested squarely on Crystal and the girls and that she saw no fault in Ted and Daisy what so ever.

“If it must be so, then the nature of their punishment has been keeping them well-behaved and productive. I suppose they needed a comeuppance. I support my Son in his decisions – even if I might have been more lenient if it were up to me.”

“Well it t’ain,t up to you, is it Maw-Maw?” Daisy sneered under her breath. Maw-Maw heard the question but did not dignify it with a response.

“Oh I can see they have had a cum –uppinss,” Bill probably didn’t understand the word comeuppance and made it sound like something else much dirtier. “I just can’t help but feel a little guilty about seeing them like this – and me trying to take Savannah on a date and all – seems like that would only be even more embarrassing to her.”

Maw-Maw just smiled at him without commenting and nodded. I am sure she knew the futility of trying to expand Billy’s vocabulary. She probably also knew that Ted and O.J.’s obvious intention was Billy’s presence be embarrassing, and confirming it would only take some of that away.

“You have a very tight-ass, Savannah,” Billy’s remark was intended as a compliment as he worked the plug up and into her ass right in front of everyone. There were giggles, mostly coming from Daisy’s kids – Sarah was intently staring at Billy, like he walked on water. She kept running through the living room in her cowboy boots and green shorts with tank top – trying to get his attention, but failing miserably and ending up underfoot.

“Don’t play,” Savannah chided Billy with her trademark sass, “just pop it in Sir, please?” I could sense from how she pleaded in the last part of her sentence she really just wanted it in – so he could end her ordeal.

Ted chuckled and was clearly enjoying rubbing her nose in this shameful situation by pointing out how impatient she was and asking rhetorically what could any good step-father do with such a brat, while Billy finished seating the plug squarely in between Savannah’s ass cheeks.

The humiliation was so palpable coming from the clothed people in the room that I could feel it weighing on me – and I wasn’t even the center of attention as they giggled and wise cracked at Savannah’s naked exposure. It was hard to tell if they just liked seeing nudity or the fact that we were embarrassed pleased them more – or both!

“Well,” Ted hurried Savannah to stand up and get back into position, “don’t just hold your ass cheeks apart showing off your double-barrel pink and stink, girl – get back into position so he can get you dressed and off on your day-ee-eight.” He drew out the word date condescendingly – like he was placating a demanding brat’s demands and mocking the way she talked.

Billy sized up his good friend Lloyd. They were cut from the same mold- both well-muscled country boys, although Billy seemed a little older and certainly more savvy. He was quiet – which made him seem a little wiser than Lloyd.

Lloyd could be goofy, but he had a confidence about him that he knew allowed him to get away with being a goof-ball.

“What about you Lloyd?” Billy looked down at Lloyd’s half-hard cock and then back up at him in disbelief, “You don’t mind all this?”

“Why would I, Sir?” Lloyd seemed obliviously happy most of the time. It wasn’t in the same way Crystal stoically accepted her submission – he just seemed to be doing this more as a lark.

“I mean you got your dick hanging out and you have to stand there naked with your hands behind your head and call me Sir – I guess?” Billy answered him with a look that said his question should not have needed clarification.

“Shit,” Lloyd was about to explain how with all the money he was making to let older women hug on him – he was more than willing to play this game in the living room. Odd-Jobs stopped him and reminded him he was on punishment.

“Punishment?” Billy seemed surprised – considering Crystal had always been very permissive and favored Lloyd, it did seem a bit unusual. “What fer?”

Lloyd couldn’t remember so he thought for a long second before answering..

“See?” Odd-Jobs stepped in to explain that was part of the problem and reason for Lloyd’s punishment. “He doesn’t learn from his mistakes – even with the punishment as hard as it’s been he hasn’t learned his lesson – none of them have. Lloyd here was corrupting his cousin Conner and taking him around to get him drunk.”

Billy nodded as if waiting to hear what Lloyd had done wrong before realizing Odd-Jobs meant getting drunk was the problem “Oh right - that is bad,” he chuckled in agreement – clearly not seeing the big problem. He asked Lloyd if he minded having the plug in his own butt.

“Fuck no, Sir” Lloyd had no shame in his voice as he answered with pride “It kind of tickles – it’s like being on Jackass full-time. Can he put it in, Sir?” Lloyd asked Odd-Jobs.

“Fuck that gay shit,” Billy answered without hesitation.

“It’s like on Jackass when Steve-O gives Johnny Knoxville a prostrate exam in that supermarket? It’s not gay – they are doing it more to shock the shit out of people.”

Billy nodded approvingly when he understood the reference to the television show about young guys doing outrageous stunts “and get paid!” he laughed but still refused to stick Lloyd’s plug up his ass.

“That’s okay – Conner will do it, won’t you?” Odd-Jobs stood up and his question was more of an authoritative order for my brother – who nodded that he would demonstrate for our guest.

“Turn around and bend over like Savannah,” my brother cleared his throat nervously and ordered Lloyd to assume the same position. He told him to bend his knees more and pull his cheeks as far apart as they can go.

“Damn, little man!” Billy seemed impressed that Conner dared to order Lloyd – and that Lloyd obeyed completely. Conner made it look like precise clockwork as he held the plug up for Lloyd to spit on and then planted it smoothly between his ass.

“See – it’s not gay and it has to be done,” Conner explained with little remorse for the unpleasant task he had just had to perform on Lloyd.

“Then this one here,” Odd-Jobs stood up and came over to me. I started to quiver because I was suddenly the focus of attention. “See how she pretends to get all nervous and skittish?”

He stroked my hair while I stood motionless with my fingers interlaced behind my head. “Ellen here is a rich, stuck-up bitch from Cherry Lawn Estates, aren’t you?” he smacked my tit to prompt me to respond before I could choke out my answer.

“Yes sir,” I grunted through gritted teeth and he nodded.

“You came here thinking you could run things and be a little privileged queen bee who can flash her tits and get her way – didn’t you?”

I answered before he could twist my nipple – but it didn’t stop him from doing it anyway, “Yes Sir – I did.”

There was giggling from Daisy’s side of the room, but Odd-Jobs ignored them and continued with his questions, “Your parents would never discipline you like this if you talked back, flashed your tits, snuck out, got drunk, overspent all the money, lied and were lazy, would they?”

“I don’t think they would – no, Sir,” I had a hard time not laughing slightly as I answered that one. It was the most honest thing I had said and the irony that my parents had almost never had to punish me – certainly not anything like this - was not lost on me.

“Oh is that a smile on your face?” Odd-Jobs lifted one of my tits and palmed it before squeezing hard –while intensifying his voice “You think this is funny, little rich bitch?”

I wanted to say “Kind of, Sir.” and be sassy like Savannah had been, but I became intimidated and shook my head that I didn’t find it funny at all – before he made me spit out, “No Sir, I don’t find it funny.” as he squeezed my tits harder.

“You want everyone to feel sorry for the poor, little rich girl who is getting led around by her tits, the way she led everyone around by them, don’t you?” O.J. didn’t give me a chance to respond to that question before posing another, “When I first saw you – what were you doing?”

“Walking down the street, Sir?” it was hard to believe it was only a week ago that I first met Odd-Jobs; and already he was so intimately familiar with every part of my body – enough to grab and maw my tits in his hands.

“You weren’t just walking down the street – you had on just a bra and pair of panties and you was walking up Osceola Street in broad daylight as if you owned the place, with your ass just-a-shaking and your tits just-a-bouncing. You didn’t care who saw – you were having fun flashing people weren’t you?” Odd-Jobs made a dancing motion as he exaggerated how I was flaunting my body down the street.

My memory of that hot summer day was quite a bit different. I had my clothes stolen when we played Cowboys and Injuns and Odd-Jobs offered me a ride because I was lost. The real story had been I was walking quickly barefoot and not flaunting at all – his version made me seem like an extrovert who craved attention – a dumb slut.

I had a choice to make – tell the truth and deny his side of the story or admit to his version of events.

“You were pulling your panties out of the crack of your ass when I pulled up and you begged me for a ride because you were too lazy to walk back to Glory Hill – don’t you recall telling me you’d never walk anywhere in fancy Cherry Lawn Estates?” he was laying it on thick about me – and Daisy and her family were eating up O.J.’s version of my near naked trek across the trailer park and grinning at my feet being held to the proverbial fire.

I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me admit to being the snotty, spoiled brat O.J. painted me as – especially not the extroverted slut he was describing. I admitted to it all day and every day at the pool, but this felt very different and personal.

“Please Sir,” I begged with a pout, “just put the butt-plug up my ass and let us get dressed? I am hungry!” – I offered a spoiled brattitude to avoid answering his question all together.

“Not until you tell us – where were you coming from anyway? You never told me that day,” Odd-Jobs didn’t let my tits go – he continued to fondle and knead them in his hammy, calloused hands while he breathed down my neck with warm, garlic breath. I hate to admit – it was making me hungry, horny and disgusted at the same time.

“We were playing Cowboys and Indians and I guess – I lost, Sir,” I was tensing up and getting nervous with all the focus on me now. I honestly would have preferred to turn my back on everyone and bend over to let them see my ass than to stare back at their wicked little grins.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Savannah spoke on my behalf and told them we had been playing Cowboys and Indians and the girls were Indians. “Lloyd, Conner, Gerald, and Tater tied her up and stole her clothes as part of the game – I left her behind because she wanted to be a big pussy about it,” she said without the least bit of hesitation.

“I should have figured,” Billy nodded and added, “You always did like games – I remember when you had me and my brother play the Game of Life after your 12^th Birthday party!” he was smiling at her.

“Yeah, sorry about that Sir,” she didn’t make eye contact and her directness faded into a shy embarrassment.

“I guess this time I get to give the dares. I seem to recall you sending us home without our jeans or our shoes?” he chided her with a grin.

“That may have been how it all went down,” Savannah clearly remembered, but was backpedaling her story, “You know – we were just little kids.”

“Payback is a bitch sometimes, Savannah,” Billy had a new perspective on what was going on and was nodding up and down.

“Payback may be a bitch sometimes,” Odd-Jobs finally released my tits and declared, “But Savannah is a bitch ALL of the time.”

“I used ta’ be – I think you done whooped the bitch right out of me, Sir” Savannah’s churlish response was tongue in cheek but I think this experience had changed her – made her a little more patient and accepting of things. She used to fly off of the handle and now she seemed a lot more careful with her words.

“That is the idea – reset your bitch button and get all of you’se bitch’s attitude adjusted,” Odd-Jobs turned towards me – it was my turn to be the focus of attention. He smiled like a wolf who had just been handed his next meal all trussed up and helpless “Ah, my favorite rich bitch…”