Chapter Fifty-Three

I sure would like to see you try

"The male is by nature superior and the female inferior; one rules and the other is ruled."

~ Aristotle: The Politics, Book I

Tammy’s baby was crying in Savannah’s old room – she sent her husband to check on it and squeezed her own boobs with her hands absent-mindedly. “It must be feeding time – fucking glad we got Enfamil!” she mumbled under her breath.

“You’ve got such big tits,” Odd-Jobs laughed “You could feed everybody in the room!”

“Fuck you Blow-Jobs,” Daisy flippantly put down O.J. adding “You try looking THIS good after a baby – my tits are just sore - that is all.”

Odd-Jobs was about to say something back- probably about how sore ALL of our tits were after a day of slap and tickle at the car-wash but Ted interrupted him.

“We just gonna sit here playing with our dicks, or are we going to get these lazy bitches ready?” Ted had clearly lost patience for Billy’s introduction to us. It was intensely awkward and humiliating, but Ted wanted to hurry up and eat and didn’t seem to see any value in continuing. From his perspective - it was past time for me to get my plug and get dressed for my date and, we should have already been on the road.

“We aren’t bitches now are we, Sir? We are good girls, right?” I asked with what felt like genuine curiosity on my part in the awkward silence. I hadn’t actually done any of what he said I did, and yet a part of me wanted to know I had been at least contrite and well-behaved now.

“You were born a rich bitch and you lost all your money – but you remained a bitch. This punishment is only a correction – an attitude adjustment when you get too out of control. If you don’t want to spend the rest of the summer without clothes and privileges – then I expect you to be on your best behavior!! Now turn around and stick it out – let’s get you plugged up and ready!”

I did as I was told quickly. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and bent at the knee. I could feel a cool breeze from the air-conditioning roll down my back; and the rush of air caused goose-bumps down my spine and neck, which in turn hardened my recently stimulated nipples, which started the chain reaction to prime my pussy-pump in my vagina that makes me wet enough to start dripping.

“Ryan,” Odd-Jobs called up his nephew to provide me with my butt-plug. As my date I should have expected as much – and as I was looking straight ahead it really didn’t matter to me who put it in. It was going in and everyone was going to get to watch, no matter who did the honors.

The thought of being watched while someone inserted a butt plug directly up my butt - caused my asshole to pucker slightly – and the intense humiliation of the mental image that everyone just saw, that caused me to get wet and squirty. I didn’t want to – it was a completely involuntary reaction despite my best intentions. I could already feel a long strand of cummy liquid pool around my pussy lips and drip down my thigh.

Ryan had expressed romantic interest in me earlier – but I would imagine after seeing me this way he would probably change his mind anyway. I was sure I was nothing but a slut and a tease in his eyes. He said nothing and grimly offered me the butt plug to spit on. I wasn’t interested in him any more – and frankly, I wasn’t sure I’d want to date a boy who saw me this way and was still interested. I know that sounds awful – not to have someone who would date a girl like me but obviously they want a slut and not the ‘real me’. In the back of my mind, I also imagined the leverage he would have being able to tell everyone about me! They could keep me their own secret, shameful slut, just to keep them from telling everyone if I ever get to return to something of a normal life!

“Clean it and get your spit all over it,” Odd-Jobs instructed me, like he was talking to a trained monkey and telling me to do a trick. I opened my mouth and let Ryan stick it in so that I could wrap my tongue around it and clean it. I knew it had my butt-juices on it, but after everything – it didn’t gross me out as much as someone else’s butt-juices.

“You need to keep an eye out for this,” Odd-Jobs talked about my body as if I wasn’t there and he was lecturing Ryan on the female anatomy in a purely anatomical sense.

“You see how she has these raised bumps on her back and neck? And how her cheeks

are flushed red?” O.J.’s observation only made me turn even redder. He dabbed his finger down my thigh and then felt my nipples by reaching under me – “She is aroused – you’ll need to spank her when that happens. You can’t let her run around all over the place aroused and smelling like fish, any more than you’d run around with a giant boner boinging all over the place.”

“Why not? Gene has one!!!” Sarah yelled at her brother and hit him in the crotch playfully.

Gene chased his sister out of the room yelling, “Does not, does not!”

No one seemed surprised at all that I was aroused – or that I was going to get punished for my trouble. I could smell the musky aroma of my pussy juices and I knew everyone else did too – and what troubled me most of all was it seemed almost normal at this point to them.

“For Christ sake,” Ted insisted, “stop pulling our puds here – you can spank her when you get downtown – let’s go fucking eat before all the shit is closed!”

“I just want to make sure Ryan knows how to handle a vixen like your niece,” Odd-Jobs cautioned.

Ryan assured his Uncle that he “could handle me” and showed him by planting the butt-plug securely up my ass after yoinking it out of my mouth. Odd-Jobs tested the base by tugging at it and agreed – I was to get a correction later for my behavior.

“Oh joy!” I smirked sarcastically. I don’t even know why I replied that way – I just reacted without thinking. I was lucky that everyone took it as sassy and chuckled.

I even smiled at my comic timing – and laughed a little at my situation. I was over-stimulated sexually and unable to stop showing signs; my nipples were hard as rocks and my pussy was wet. I was beyond humiliated and embarrassed in front of people, including my brother who had no business even seeing my most intimate areas – much less judging them, and now of all things – I was giggling?

“Almond Joy’s got nuts – mounds don’t,” Gene and Sarah came running under my belly – circled me once and ran back out of the room singing the jingle for the coconut candy-bars that hadn’t been on TV in years. Sarah reached up and grabbed my boobs as she said ‘mounds’ – which in retrospect seems absurd, but at the time caused me to burst out in laughter and stop holding position.

Mid-uncontrollable giggle I felt my butt plug flop out and heard it ka-thunk on the dirty, green shag carpet. I immediately stopped laughing and held my hands over my butt-cheeks out of instinct. The other people laughing quieted down as soon as I stood upright and looked over my shoulder at the fallen plug.

“Do you believe these worthless little tramps?” Odd-Jobs shook his head and spoke angrily at me. “I have one question for you missy. Are you too busy yucking it up and horsing around to clamp that rich-tight ass of yours around your plug? Or have you been fucked so many times in your dumper that your shit-hole is so wide-around that you need a bigger plug so it will stay in?”

Wow – that was quite a question – it hit me like a hammer bomb. I instantly stopped smiling and when the smile was wiped from my face – the others giggled and laughed harder. They weren’t laughing WITH me – they were definitely laughing at me and how I had suddenly been put in my place.

I should have known I really wasn’t one of the ones here who was free to laugh and joke and horse around, and that I would ultimately end up paying if I did. As unlikely as it may seem, I had grown almost comfortable and accepting of my situation – and it was sharp pinpricks like this that kept snapping me back to reality and making me realize how shocking and humiliating my situation really was.

“Come on dum-dum,” I tried to wrestle with his question by breaking it into parts to answer them, but he rushed me to answer “unlike all the cum you swallow – spit it out.” -followed by a chorus of laughter from everyone not naked.

I no longer felt like being sassy – I wanted to play it straight. “It was an accident Sir, Ryan can put it back in.”

“Oh!!!” Odd-job’s exultant response was patronizing mine. “Hear that everyone? She just wanted Ryan to play with her pooper and keep popping the plug in and out all night – she even gave him permission to put it in one more time – isn’t that gracious of her?”

Odd-Jobs mostly appealed to Daisy’s family at seeing me humbled and told me to bend over and spread my cheeks again. The only one who seemed disappointed was Ted, who was long since ready to leave for town; but the loudest laughter came from Daisy’s family. I thought Nelly Jr. had become so used to us in the house he wasn’t shocked by it – but I could have sworn I saw him smile as he looked up at me holding myself this way and started to draw my tits on his paper with his crayons.

Billy Riggins for his part smiled broadly and nodded, as if to say “I have no idea what the fuck that is going on here – but I am digging it.” He didn’t seem inherently sadistic and twisted – but like most guys he also wasn’t going to pass on watching naked women.

Was this show all just for Billy’s benefit? Was it for the people watching on the closed-circuit television? Was it designed to convince them we were really serious so we could run a saucy car wash, or was there more to all of this?

The line between acting the part of the snotty rich bitch being punished and actually getting an attitude adjustment had so blurred for me – that it felt like I was really getting tough love and I really was this vapid, shallow, materialistic cunt they said I was.

“Conner,” Odd-Jobs appraised my fully exposed ass and pussy before continuing, “Since your sister can’t seem to keep that little finger in her crapper – can you get something more appropriate, to remind her she is a pain in the ass and maybe she won’t let this one slide out or we’ll get her an even bigger plug,” there was a warning in his tone.

“We don’t have any others that buzz, O.J.,” my brother dutifully reminded him and Odd-Jobs waved him into my Aunt’s bedroom where Ted had stored all the adult novelties he bought to use, sell and rent out on us at the car wash, to find something appropriate.

“Y’all kind of perverted,” Billy was smiling and standing over me looking down.

“Ya think?” Nelly Jr. shook his head in disbelief at Billy’s understatement, “White people be crazy.” It actually took some of the edge off and added some levity, but what came next was my brother returning with what was a much larger butt plug.

“The Kong”, as it was known, was a black latex plug that looked like five donuts set on top of each other. The base was the largest black donut and was about the size of a standard donut from a bakery, while the top was about the width of the finger plug I had originally.

“Ryan, since you are going to be in charge tonight – will you come up and do the honors,” Odd-Jobs asked his nephew to insert this device into my anus – the biggest I had ever had.

“Do you want to spit on it?” Ryan casually offered it to me – by putting it in front of my face. I admit a tear started to form in my eye - I had been laughing only minutes earlier, but now I felt tremendous fear and regret, I was about to get stuffed with a painful plug all night.

“Yes sir, thank you,” I offered softly.

“See how quickly the attitude changes on this bitch when she realizes her fart-hole is going to get packed with something she can’t control and push out?” Odd-Jobs explained. “Open your mouth and get your slobber all over that thing, rich-bitch,” Odd-Jobs told me and I quickly complied – licking it like it was a life-raft and I was trying to inflate it to save myself from drowning.

“God damn,” Ted observed “She is sucking that thing like it owes her money!”

The genuine laughter that followed was enough to make my tear evaporate. I looked over my shoulder at him and stared daggers like Savannah might do in open defiance while still complying with her orders.

He punched my brother on the shoulder “Damn – did you know your sister was such a good cock sucker? That’s making even me hard,” Ted teased him. My brother to his credit looked away and didn’t answer.

Ryan gave me a chance to get it good and wet before pulling it from my mouth with a ‘plop’ and then pushing it up against my tight-asshole. It felt like a wet-rubber kiss from a doggy-bone. I wondered if the sensation felt something like my kiss of Tawny’s ass earlier that day – it was not entirely unpleasant.

I felt goose-bumps along my spine as he tenderly popped the first donut into my butt.

“Don’t fuck around,” Odd-Jobs got behind Ryan and helped him push the plug further into my ass. “This girl’s poop shoot is good and greased – just get it up in there snug.”

Each tier of consecutively wider and fatter donut popped my anus slightly wider – as it passed my sphincter and invaded my asshole. It had been rounded so that it was easy to slide in – but so that you felt each one as it was inserted as if it was a new plug. They told me to remove my hands from my ass cheeks and I felt the plug between my cheeks – sticking out a good two inches.

“Don’t lose this – I want you to wear it tomorrow at the pool,” Odd-Jobs wriggled it slightly to ensure it wouldn’t fall out easily and added, “If anyone asks, which they will,” tell them your asshole was too wide for the finger – and you had to wear a much bigger plug because you are so full of shit.”

“Yes Sir,” I swallowed my pride and absorbed a fresh wave of laughter from mostly Daisy’s family – but the others as well. I think how contrite and accepting I had become in my tone had only punctuated how funny this all seemed to them.

“Alright, let me get Crystal squared away and let’s get them dressed so we can fucking eat and have a beer,” Ted seemed relieved and strangely so did I. My ass felt so tight and packed by their treatment that my ass didn’t feel numb – for lack of a better term it felt full and firm like I had to take a dump because of all the blood flowing to it. It also seemed that for some reason, it caused my pussy to tingle even more and increasing the flow of my pussy pump.

I breathed a sigh of relief that my time on display was at an end.

“We have time for one spanking,” Odd-Jobs stymied him once again and Ted sat back down in his chair like an impatient child. “You can’t let these girls walk all over you on this date. I was willing to overlook everything else, but dropping that plug – that can’t stand. You ever spank a girl’s ass before?”

“Yes, I have,” Ryan replied indignantly.

“No, you haven’t,” Odd-Jobs replied with a knowing smile on his face. “That’s okay – because you are about to,” he told him to give me twenty “smackers”.

Ryan stood behind me while I remained bent over – my hands on my thighs. I could feel a whoosh of air as his hand wound up and then came down hard and flat on the base of my ass – jarring me.

“One sir, thank you – may I have another please?” I had practiced this speech so often at the pool that it was instinctive to count them out without even being told.

“No, not like that,” Odd-Jobs shook his head. “You hit her like you were punching her ass with the bottom of your fist. You have to understand – every girl’s ass is its own special canvas and your hand is the paintbrush.”

I could sense O.J.’s hand swinging in an arc and a little ejaculate from my pussy began to drip down my legs while my mind swam with the anticipation.

“See how she braces for it? She knows its coming. Women are emotional creatures – they don’t think like you and I,” Odd-Jobs didn’t connect with me and I can’t believe I am saying this – but I felt robbed. I felt disappointed in a very weird way when his hand stopped just before it hit my ass.

“This one can get off on it if you let her – if you want to teach her a lesson you have to make sure she doesn’t feel in control. That doesn’t mean to act random and contrary – there should be structure to your discipline. If you tell her twenty – give her twenty. Don’t give her nineteen and don’t give her twenty-one.”

That was something he had heard Junior say a few days ago.

“Billy, you should pay attention to this as well,” Odd-Jobs went on to explain how to use my emotions and sexuality against me. He made sure to whisper it to them so I didn’t actually hear the lesson and render it obsolete by knowing how I was to be treated.

Then he gave him a lesson on how the mechanics of the swing is supposed to go. “You are driving like you are playing golf, “Odd-Jobs taught him how to slap my ass in rhythm. “Your goal should be that the cheeks should be quivering and the tits might even be shaking – while the knees absorb the shock in this position and you are already bringing your hand back for the upstroke,” Odd-Jobs swung again and this time he landed a spank.

“TWO,” my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The first strike from Ryan had been nothing compared to the flat of O.J.’s hand compressing the air against my entire ass as it landed with a very satisfying loud crack. I could feel his finger against my pussy just for a moment as he landed the strike and took it away.

“If your hand gets wet while you are punishing them – don’t be afraid to make them dry it off,” he offered his hand to Crystal and told Billy and Ryan to do ten apiece.

“I thought you said do precisely twenty, Sir,” I offered very quickly. “That was already two,” I tried to make it sound like I was being helpful, but I knew it sounded like I was trying to get out of being punished – because I was.

“She has a point,” Odd-Jobs laughed and magnanimously decided to lower my sentence to nine swats from each boy – it didn’t really matter to him and in the grand scheme of things it wouldn’t change much for me either. I just felt fair was fair.

Ryan wound up and laid a swat on my ass. It wasn’t quite the technique Odd-Jobs had showed him, but it got the job done and I lurched forward slightly in shock.

“Thank you Sir, for disciplining me – that was three!” I stuttered over the cheers from the clothed people in the room. I think they were more congratulating Ryan on a nice-swat, as opposed to just cheering my downfall.

“You need to warn her before you hit – let the bitch know what you are going to do,” Odd-Jobs offered another tip. “Tell her you are going to show her who is boss!”

“Show her who is boss?” Ryan seemed skeptical, that sounded as intimidating as Odd-Jobs thought it did. I have to admit – it did seem a little corny, but right then he WAS the boss.

“Your turn Billy,” O.J. didn’t reply to his nephew’s sarcasm.

Billy put his hand on my ass as if to mark his target and then asked me in a slight country accent, “Have you been a bad girl or a good ‘un?”

Well that was new – being asked a question before getting spanked. I mumbled the obvious answer, “Bad girl, sir.”

His reply was a hard slap across my butt cheeks that left my ass stinging. He had an arm meant for throwing footballs and picking up heavy things –it translated to a really hard smacking of my butt. “You seem like a good’ un to me to stand there butt-nekked and take a punishment like this right here in front of erry-one,” I hadn’t noticed when he talked in complete sentences he had a more pronounced southern drawl than his brother.

“Five sir,” I gasped and breathed out and in quickly. I had learned to brace myself between spankings and get as much air out as I could when I had a brief respite in spankings. “Thank you for thinking I am a good girl – but I am usually not. I am not just being punished right now for fun, I’ve been a snotty little bitch and deserve my punishment. We’d run amok if they let...” I was about to finish my explanation when Ryan gave me another hard spanking on the ass unexpectedly.

“Six Sir,” I was turning red around my temples as well as on my rosy-red butt cheeks I was sure, from the comments of the others.

I heard Maw-Maw observe, “Her rump can take a licking and keep on ticking – can’t it?”

Each swat was pounding the butt-plug ever so slightly further into my ass – like a hammer mallet from a strong-man game at the circus – coming down furiously.

They continued alternating between each other spanking me and I dutifully thanked them and counted each one out. Odd-Jobs would offer tips on how to dominate a woman – make her anticipate the paddling to come and in this case – really feel punished as opposed to pleasure.

“If you want to learn to please a girl when you spank her – I can teach you that when the girls aren’t misbehaving!” he offered.

“Oh I volunteer, Sir!” Crystal teased playfully with a giggle, remaining still and in position while I received my punishments.

I was sweating and my hair was all around my face and in my eyes as they landed blow after blow on my bare, tender ass cheeks. I had taken it all day – but I had yet to develop the kind of callousness that Savannah and Crystal had about spankings. They both seemed to have a much easier time at hiding their discomfort.

“How come Daisy doesn’t have to do this? She is about as mean spirited and rotten as these others,” Billy asked while waiting for one of his final turns to spank me. “She probably needs an attitude adjustment like the rest of them.”

There was a quiet pause as everyone waited for someone to speak.

Daisy smacked him on his tight denim jeans with the palm of her hand playfully and preened, “Because I am large and in charge, hon.”

He took his turn spanking my bottom and continued his observation, without paying any attention to my counting and thanking him, “You say these girls are lazy, but I saw em out there washing their asses off to make that money and Daisy here was just sitting on hers – who gets to decide who gets punished?”

Odd-Jobs smiled – Billy wasn’t as dumb as he looked and he was starting to question the arrangement we all had with each other.

“I am the head asshole in charge,” Ted piped up while cracking open a beer from the kitchen. He never missed an opportunity to toot his own horn and make claim to head honcho status. “Crystal was fucking up, and her sassy behavior rubbed off on her kids and her niece – so I decided they are to be punished until Sunday – Daisy on the other hand is my sister.”

“So – Conner is this little muffin’s brother,” Billy rubbed my warm ass softly –offering me a little comfort before he was to lay his final swat on my ass, “and he gets to boss her around?”

“He gets authority,” Ted explained, “because I give it to him – if he fucks up – his dick would be swinging with the rest of them.” He glared at my brother – implying the threat was real.

“So if DAISY was mean, rude, and lazy – Meth Head Bill could make her stand here with the others?” as Billy said the question out loud it was clearly rhetorical. Everyone knew Bill was a spineless jellyfish and Daisy wore the pants in the family.

“No,” Daisy flirted with Billy uncharacteristically – and rubbed his biceps, “but if you don’t quit trying to get me punished – I might have you join Lloyd up there.” She didn’t even consider the possibility that it would be fair for her if it was for us. That was simply above and outside of the realm of possibility as far as she was concerned.

“Hell,” Billy smirked defiantly and folded his arms with a grin, “I sure would like to see you try!!”